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• "it's a motherfucking walk-off."


• "JC PENNEY BASIC"

oh, dv, you quotable little darling.

the unbearable existential boredom of being

i feel like i'm about to die of boredom, which is a state i've realised has nothing to do, at least for me, with what i actually have to do.  there is no shortage of things to do.  i've started a post; i'm halfway through writing a ficlet; i've got homework, several half-finished books, and plenty of tv and dvds waiting to be watched.  but this doesn't matter!  it's like boredom is some kind of emotion with a completely random existential origin.  like religious ecstasy!  which may actually be because of neurons misfiring or whatever, but then, for that matter, so could boredom be.  i just want it to go away.  or else for someone to show up and entertain me.

the last week i've been going through the entries in the sentinel cliché ficathon from last summer (which has been entertaining in that cheesy sentinel way and also occasionally in that OMGbadfic way) and the prince of tennis recs in bookshop's journal.  i like the schoolboy thing about as much as i dislike anything to do with sports, but it tends to even out in favour of the slash there, so that's all right.

pr 212 "reunion" caps

i wrote up a long reunion post with medium-sized pictures and captions twice, from beginning to end, and i lost it twice.  and i also didn't really get into the groove of it, and you know what?  i don't need to caption the whole thing, or to recap.  nobody is going to look at this post who doesn't know what happened.  and i've already squeed several times about all this, even if i'm not squeed out. 

so instead, here is just a block of thumbnails that i liked.  you won't find anything deep or meaningful or witty under the cut--just pictures.  tiny ones.  and not all that many of them.

*cough* but there are almost 260 caps in my gallery and you should totally check it out. 



( we still have lots to talk about, but we'll be right back )

ok, i lied about the "not that many of them" part. but it didn't seem like that many when i was doing it! and compared to 258 it is tiny.

withal!

the introduction to an online english translation of the kalevala, from 1888, has some really hilarious statements about finland.

The inhabitants are strong and hardy, with bright, intelligent faces, high cheek-bones, yellow hair in early life, and with brown hair in mature age. With regard to their social habits, morals, and manners, all travellers are unanimous in speaking well of them. ...

The skull of the Finn belongs to the brachycephalic (short-headed) class of Retzius. Indeed the Finn-organization has generally been regarded as Mongol, though Mongol of a modified type. His color is swarthy, and his eyes are gray. He is not inhospitable, but not over-easy of access; nor is he a friend of new fashions. Steady, careful, laborious, he is valuable in the mine, valuable in the field, valuable oil shipboard, and, withal, a brave soldier on land.