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Zombified

Posted in Life with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 18, 2012 by urbannight

 

My eyes feel dry and gritty and tired and swollen.  My eyeballs feel like I need to pop them out and soak them in milk.  Maybe I need to wash the sockets out too.  They feel gunky and gummy and leaving a film on my eyes.  It sounds like allergies but doesn’t feel like allergies.

 

My sinuses have split personality disorder.  Sniffles, Sneezing, Running and Congested at the same time.  They feel like exploding.  Humans are a carbon based life form.  Does that mean, given enough time and pressure, the dwarves mining tunnels in main brain could eventually mine for diamonds in what was once my snot?

 

My entire face feels like my skull has swollen up and the skin is now too small for my head, so it is stretched out and thin and tight and tender.  Perhaps it is my brain swelling rather than my skull.  It feels like it doesn’t have enough room and those mining dwarves have taken up residence again.  Tap tap tap, Pound pound pound.

 

Of course, the only visual evidence slightly saggy eyes, half shuttered to block out the extra light that work seems to be providing us.  We all have cubicle lights, why can’t they just turn out the overhead lights?  And I can’t forget the dark purple smudges beneath my eyes.  You wouldn’t think that I had 7 hours of sleep last night.  I might not have.  I constantly woke up, all night long, and my last dream was of getting hooked up to a machine so I could sleep for someone else, so that person would never need to sleep.

 

Being a sleeper right now sounds really good.  I suspect I’m running a low fever.  It feels like it.  It usually happens when I’m overly tired.  And that is exactly what I think it could be.  As sick as I feel, as zombified as I feel, horribly wretched as I feel, I think I’m just tired. 

 

I can hardly keep my eyes open.  I feel like I’m about to pass out in my chair, the past 1 hour has felt like three.  I’m doing this mostly to keep myself from toppling over into a stupor. 

 

Coffee and soda have been no help whatsoever.  Any magic cures?

Nerdiness I Cannot Deny

Posted in Advertising, Art, Books, Entertainment, Life, Movies and Theatre, Uncategorized, Writing with tags , , , , , , , on April 3, 2012 by urbannight

I will start out with something called NerdLacquer.  The color is Warrior Ethos.  I think.  That is what the front of the label says.   The label refused to show up on the photograph.  Okay, technically it did.  It was the words that were MIA. 

Nerdlacquer

The second thing is about a movie. One that, over the years of being teased about it, I felt no overwhelming desire to see it now. Oh, I figured I would. The other films were great. So I would enjoy it. But there was no anticipation.

Until I saw the Trailer. Yes, it deserves a capital T. Is it particularly impressive? Maybe not so much as the trilogy was.

It was the music. When the Dwarves started to sing I think the sound captured my soul.

Back in Jr High, I memorized the songs of The Hobbit. I would try to figure out how they might have been sung. To hear it done, so hauntingly, as the soundtrack for the trailer seemed to bring back the excitement. It gave me the chills.

So I’ll leave you with the text of my favorite Tolkien song. Which, of course, just happened to be the song in the trailer. I wonder if the soundtrack for the movie will be available before release of the film?

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.
The dwarves of yore made mightly spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.
For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sward.
On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeouns deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold.
Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold; where no man delves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.
The pines were roaring on the height,
The winds were moaning in the night,
The fire was red, it flaming spread;
The trees like torches blazed with light.
The bells were ringing in the dale
And men looked up with faces pale;
The dragon’s ire more fierce than fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.
The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
Far over the misty mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him!
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To find our long-forgotten gold.