idlesuperstar: Owen’s first draft of Anthem For

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Owen’s first draft of Anthem For Doomed Youth, with his own reworkings, as well as Sassoon’s pencilled amendments. 

I love this quite ridiculously. Not only because it’s one of my favourite poems ever, but also for the distance between first draft and final poem. Owen is struggling towards something astounding, but here there’s no “stuttering rifle’s rapid rattle” (what happened? Did that line come to him first, or did he find the ‘cattle’ image and it come from there?) and it’s an insight into the work that goes into producing something seemingly effortless. And also shows how useful another writer’s eye can be. 
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Livetweeted the drive home from DC. Six and a half uneventful hours and then we hit Batavia, got on.

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Livetweeted the drive home from DC. Six and a half uneventful hours and then we hit Batavia, got on the Thruway, and fuckign Lake Ontario started to relentlessly shit on us. The last five miles of the drive took 45 minutes in total whiteout conditions. 

Actually, about half a mile from home, again as we turned onto a different street, the band of snow passed and it was clear. So we got home in clear weather and it’s been clear since.

Percentage-wise that doesn’t seem like much but it was exhausting. 

Today we need to dig out of the lake effect snow, do all the laundry, go grocery shopping because there’s nothing in the house, and go free our cat from her expensive luxury lockup where she’s been imprisoned. It’s 0 degrees. 

It’s also Dude’s birthday and I have no present for him. I almost bought a bunch of things, but gave whatever I had to him on Christmas. He doesn’t care, but I still feel weird. So I’m going to get something and make a nice dinner. The grocery store will doubtless be a mob scene but I’m not worried. We’ll live.

Hopefully the errands will all be done by noonish. But that means I have to get up and go now.

I am super close to having a fic update I could post before midnight to get me up to 200k for the year. But I don’t know if I’ll have time.

I also remembered I wrote like 50k more Found Cat stuff that hasn’t coalesced into an update yet because I was waiting for TLJ. So. I guess if I get off my ass early next year I can get my stats up for 2018 and feel a little better. 
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Reunited. Chita is Not Pleased. (The cardboard box is bc we...

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Reunited. Chita is Not Pleased. (The cardboard box is bc we couldn’t get her into a regular cat carrier.) I took this in the car because I figure once we get home she is gonna climb under a bed and stay there.
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your english reformation name:

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mollydot:

ismiseangoddamnbatman:

englishreformationsuggestions:

girl : ‘anne’ or ‘catherine’ + the last thing you bought with ‘shire’ at the end

boy : ‘henry’ or ‘thomas’ + the last thing you ate with ‘sbury’ at the end

Catherine of Pizzashire and Cheesy-Doughball Hamlet

Catherine of Duolingoshire.

Anne Catfoodshire and her consort Henry Sushisbury A+++
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i cannot have my arm back.

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i cannot have my arm back.
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ungodlyobsessions: moistnoodles: i-march-mello: danim4ux: THE...

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THE SHEET IS MADE OUT OF WOOD TOO

Wendell Castle, Ghost Clock. 1985

THAT IS MAHOGANY

I thought this was a joke until I read the description

WHAT HTE FCUK

This is in the Renwick Gallery, which is my favorite so far of the Smithsonian museums. It really does look like a clock draped in a sheet. But the sheet, I thought, was of a strange fabric, rather too crisp and shiny, it must mean something, so I went closer and read the placard and my mind was blown.
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samurailibrarian replied to your post “i cannot

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samurailibrarian replied to your post “i cannot have my arm back.”

Be honest: do you actually WANT your arm back?

Not… really… but I was trying to race and get a fanfic update done before night. 

She got excited when Dude got home and ran to meet him instead, and now she’s sleeping on his lap, so I’m uh. Scrolling Tumblr instead of updating. Whoops. 

*cracks whip*
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Under river, outside time: The Woolwich Foot Tunnel Anomaly

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Under river, outside time: The Woolwich Foot Tunnel Anomaly:

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artekka:

I was one of the first ones to experience it. We were working from both ends, as it were, and had tents on both sides of the river. It was pretty basic, if you wanted something from the other side, you just had to walk it through the tunnel. Anyway the foreman’s on the other side and he radios to ask me across. So I walk through the tunnel – the ‘long walk’, we called it, funnily enough – and it’s slightly spooky because no one else is down there, they’re all working on the lift shafts, and I get up the other side, find the foreman, and his eyes nearly pop out of his head. Says he only radioed like a minute ago and how did I get there so quick? Wouldn’t take my word for it I’d walked. Reckoned I had a buggy down there or something, that it was some kind of prank.

But I stand my ground and he starts to see I’m not lying. Anyway he forgets what he called me there for. He gives me this big red plastic box, tells me to walk back over and hold it up for him when I get to the other side. So I head back down, the lonely walk back, thinking shouldn’t we be getting on with some work. When I get to the top I wave the red box in the air and radio the foreman. ‘You just left me!’ he’s saying, ‘No more than a minute ago’. That’s when I start to feel a bit weird.

@gallusrostromegalus This seems like your kinda thing

WELL THAT’S GLORIOUSLY CREEPY.
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Chita is over being mad about the cat spa, now that

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Chita is over being mad about the cat spa, now that she’s blissfully reunited with Lap Guy.
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