SWEET ZOMBIE JESUS ON A POGO-STICK!
Mar. 12th, 2006 12:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
roisindubh211Yes, that's from 8-bit theater. I do feel like I should actually *play* Final Fantasy at some point and maybe it'll be even funnier, but as it is...I just like that quote.
Counting down: 9 days...weee!
I'm in a weird mood this morning. Thinking about change, and mortality, and how it must feel to be my dad- every time he goes back home someone else has died, something new's been built...I can only almost imagine what it must be like to remember getting icecream for sixpence and taking the pony and trap to Mass, and now seeing his old world as it is. I'll hazard a guess that my grandfather's house has changed very little in the past twenty years, but its not the same even still. Sometimes I fear that the lesson I've taken from my father's sorrow is to keep myself away from people, not to get too close, because I know there will be pain in the end.
I hate change- I cried for the loss of Middle Earth when I was nine, and I do believe a part of me still feels guilty that the entwives are lost forever, and that the elves had to cross over the sea to make way for the Age of Men. I stopped looking hopefully into the woods for moving trees about the same time I stopped believing in Santa Claus (I might have been eleven, I'm not sure- I was almost certainly older than anyone else I know was at that age. I think my mom knew I needed to take a good long time to grow up, and I'll never stop being thankful for that.)
Meh. all melancholy now.
Counting down: 9 days...weee!
I'm in a weird mood this morning. Thinking about change, and mortality, and how it must feel to be my dad- every time he goes back home someone else has died, something new's been built...I can only almost imagine what it must be like to remember getting icecream for sixpence and taking the pony and trap to Mass, and now seeing his old world as it is. I'll hazard a guess that my grandfather's house has changed very little in the past twenty years, but its not the same even still. Sometimes I fear that the lesson I've taken from my father's sorrow is to keep myself away from people, not to get too close, because I know there will be pain in the end.
I hate change- I cried for the loss of Middle Earth when I was nine, and I do believe a part of me still feels guilty that the entwives are lost forever, and that the elves had to cross over the sea to make way for the Age of Men. I stopped looking hopefully into the woods for moving trees about the same time I stopped believing in Santa Claus (I might have been eleven, I'm not sure- I was almost certainly older than anyone else I know was at that age. I think my mom knew I needed to take a good long time to grow up, and I'll never stop being thankful for that.)
Meh. all melancholy now.
