A Foolish Figure

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"There once was a boy named Eustace Clarence Scrubb.  And he almost deserved it."

DOES THIS CHOICE NEED EXPLANATION?

:-)

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Spiders.

The end.

And I've thought about trying to overcome it.  I'm proud to say that I can occasionally get close enough to squish  them , but usually I just sic my dog on them.  He likes feeling useful.  

I dub him, Spyderbane!

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Hmm...very VERY hard to choose.

I think I can narrow it down to four, though.  In no particular order:

1.  "Here, There, and Everywhere."  Such a beautiful song.  I love Paul's voice, and I love the melody, and I love the harmonies.
2. "I've just seen a face."  I couldn't say why this is one of my favorites.  Maybe because you can hear Paul running out of breath at the end of the long lines?  I get a kick out of that for certain.
3.  "When I'm 64"  Just adorable.  
4.  "This boy."  Classic Beatles three part harmony.

But again, I love almost every Beatles song.  It feels wrong not to have at least one song from A Hard Day's Night on here...or from Rubber Soul...or...yeah.  THE BEATLES ARE THE BEST.

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Umm...does buying "Wingspan" and "Double Fantasy" count?

I tried to write a poem to contribute to MrsPencil's Moor Verse on fanfiction.net.  This was the bizarre result:

Tic(k)s

Each month with one pipette I dose my pup,
My Arthur, with some liquid Frontline Plus ™
To kill the ticks that on his blood would sup,
And induce lyme, and produce scabs and pus.
Just so, I wish, had Doyle destroyed the “tic”
That crept into a country doctor’s prose
And made what had been perfect meter sick
And made the hopeful fangirl shout, “O NOES!”
Perhaps if I had understood sprung rhythm
I would’ve done a Hopkins with these words
But since I don’t, I can do nothing with ‘em
That’s not (me-TER-ic-AL-ly) for the birds
     If only in iambs did the words resound:
     “They were the footprints of a giant hound!”



(Just in case you haven't memorized lines from The Hound of the Baskervilles:  Dr. Mortimer says "They were the footprints of a gigantic hound!" which is most emphatically not iambic pentameter.  *sigh*)

(Also, the "y" in "only" in the penultimate line should be elided with "in".  I have to defend my meter.  :-D)
 

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Actually, it's always the same one.  That chant from The Wizard of Oz that henchmen of  the Wicked Witch of the West sing when they're marching into the palace?  O-E-O! OOOOOOOoh!

Yeah.

ALWAYS STUCK IN MY HEAD WHEN I'M EXERCISING!

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So, the answer right now would be very VERY funny...because I have three empty bookshelves in my main living room area, hundreds of books on the floor in bookshelf order next to my bed, as well as four or five boxes of books and a closet full of books stacked about a foot high.  (I bulged a disk while moving...so actually putting books on the shelves was out.  Besides, I need at least two more bookshelves to put them all up...)

This might give someone a very accurate impression of me, though, because I live a fairly higgledy-piggledy life.

On closer inspection, they might notice that I am sort of obsessive compulsive along with being a mess, though.  It sounds ridiculous, but it's true.  My books are all arranged by genre (as defined by me.  I worked in a library for six years, and I could do dewey or LC numbering, but I don't really care to.) and they are carefully arranged (not as carefully on the floor as they will be on the shelf...but close enough) in order.  For example, my poetry, my American lit, my British lit minus Lewis and Tolkien (who have a whole shelf to themselves!  Woot!) are all in chronological order.  I also have one shelf over my computer desk with "pretty" books and important large reference books, and another with language books--dictionaries, Greek/Latin texts, a Sanscrit textbook, random stuff like a teach yourself Welsh or Swedish...neither of which I have used, El Senor de los Anillos, etc. 

I think the only obvious conclusion would be that I love books, especially classics both of the Greek/Latin and canonical English literature variety, and I love music (have a whole shelf's worth of music from voice lessons and choirs, and even some old viola stuff) and I am a major hoarder of those books.