Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Another meme because I have nothing to say and besides, I've been tagged and is this a long title or what!

Pink tagged me so I will do the gentlemanly thing and oblige. Life would be futile without memes. Blogs would remain empty, grass would wither and there would be something rotten in the state of Denmark (what state is that, you ask? Ask Aragorn, I answer, he's from there. Or at least, Viggo is) I love Viggo. Well, OK, I love Legolas more. Julie loves Viggo. So I wake up to Viggo every morning cos Julie has plastered a poster of him on my wall, which she has yet to move to her own room. I can live with that. Besides, I left my Legolas poster on my door in Australia.

You can say, I left my heart in Perth.

Talk you of killing?

The lady doth protest too much, methinks...

Brevity is the soul of wit. And discretion, the better part of valour.

Shut up Jenn! Get on with it!

OK, OK, keep your shirt on.

I am thinking about whether I should take a shower. Mary covered my chest in glitter. It spilled out of the glitter box she got for Gorgeous. So she simply swept it up from the table and liberally adorned me with it. In a restaurant. Gorgeous was sitting too far away to be similarly adorned. And Gorgeous was wearing her blouse all buttoned up to there. I was less conservatively dressed. And I have the glitter to show for it.

I said the quality of glitter is not strained. It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven upon the place beneath. Mary said all that glisters is not gold. And I said, sometimes it is. And we giggled at how profound I could be. And Gorgeous smiled at us in a superior fashion. Silly kids, she did not say. Can't take them anywhere, she did not add.

I wish that this glitter was actually fairy dust and I could fly away - second star from the right and straight on till morning. Or some such direction. Maybe I could disappear down a rabbit hole. Run to stand still. Sing, oh frabjuos day, calloo callay! Slay the Jabberwock.

I hear that plump is the new thin. And dumb is the new smart. And prevarication is the new truth.

I wonder if the world has gone mad and what I can do to fit in. Or out. I want to fit out. How do I fit out?

I regret I didn't say goodbye to Boomer when I had the chance.

I am all textures of nothingness. I am the void into which it all disappears. I see copies before me, copies of copies of copies. I feel no colour. I feel no song. I feel nothing.

I dance when I'm pleasantly buzzed. Wine now. JD before. It all adds up to music.

I sing pack up your troubles in your old kit bag and smile smile smile...slightly discordant, but life is a soundtrack by the Teenage Fan Club. N'am sayin'?

I cry when my existential despair surfaces. And the protective layers are stripped off. And the pointlessness comes home to me. And nothing means anything.

I am not always chipper.

I make with my hands things for people I love. Like muffins. Or cookies. Vindaloo. Or tapestries. Christmas angels. Sometimes stories. Silly poems. You know, stuff...

I write nonsense, mostly. And that too, when I am in a good mood. Otherwise, different versions of my suicide note. I want to perfect it by the time I actually decide to shuffle off. This mortal coil and all.

I confuse Oscar Wilde with George Michael. Madonna with Princess Diana. Guildenstern with Rosencrantz.

I need to disappear.

He thought he saw a Rattlesnake
That questioned him in Greek:
He looked again, and found it was
The Middle of Next Week.
'The one thing I regret,' he said,
'Is that it cannot speak!'


goldennib said...

You are a goofy banana peal.

Your answers were very existential. I like all of the glitter. Sounds like disco nights.

Many people rite their own eulogies. Is that the same thing you are after? Or do I have to slap you silly ‘cause your gonna make me cry?

Jenn said...

Hmmmm....I ponder your comment in the dark centre of what is fondly referred to as my mind.

There are waves and echoes of something, but I don't know what.

Not quite at that stage yet, will let you know when I am, and maybe we can have a party and a rousing good wake, and sing Irish songs (do you know any Irish songs?) and flip flop happily into forever.

At least, I will flip flop. And you can wave from the shore.

QuillDancer said...

Jenn, how is it you can be mystical, morose, funny and worrisome all at once? Please take care of you.

Jenn said...

Quilly...I don't know, but that is sure a lot of things to be. I wish I was more coherent but I'm not. Just this. Broken bits of me trailing off into Eternity.

Yes, something like that.

QuillDancer said...

I did not say you were incoherent. You are like a kalidescope, ever shifting and changing. Kalidescopes are quite mesmerizing you know.

goldennib said...

Jenn: Did you ever see Immortal Beloved, a movie about Beethoven staring Gary Oldman. A very good movie.

There's is a scene at the end that reminds me of you.

Grey Shades said...

:) you can fit out by recording that message on your answering machine...

Jenn said...

Quilly: No, you didn't. Although I am mostly. Kaleidoscope is a nice way of putting it. You're so lovely...

Nessa: Never watched it. Should I? Donno where I would get it over here though.

Grey: Which one? (And how did it go?)

QuillDancer said...

Jenn -- what a sweet thing for me to hear. It is rather like getting unexpected flowers. Thank you.

that girl in pink said...

hmm...reading your blog is always a bit of trip! i end up light headed, giggly, a little disoriented and with a strange beatific sort of smile on my face. :)

little troubled by the reference to the suicide note...

goldennib said...

At the end of the movie, Beethoven has an out of body experience where he is floating in a lake and then he's floating through the velvety night sky with millions of stars all around him, consumed by one of his symphonies.

Grey Shades said...

The one with the screams and Julie threatning to kill you :)

It went well and I still have my job. It was more on the lines of what has been done and what needs to be done. You were right! I jus worried myself silly :)


Jenn said...

Quilly: (Hugs) You're welcome.

Pink: Don't worry. It only happens when I write posts at three in the morning. And thanks for the compliment.

Nessa: That sounds pretty great actually. I would love to watch it.

Grey: There is just no way Julie is going to agree to do it for me a second time. I can't even get her to do her Gargamel laugh now. Sigh.