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Letterpress Project
Mar. 19th, 2012 05:52 pm( I definitely under-inked the main text, but too late now. )
Besides, hand-set type, people! Beat that.
Besides, hand-set type, people! Beat that.
Zombies Are A Girl's Best Friend
Sep. 9th, 2007 08:21 pmThe diamond may be my birth stone, but I'm still not inclined to give a royal drenn about them (other than the laser aspect because: lasers!)(not to mention the depressing "people died for those" aspect). Zombies, on the other (potentially evil) hand, are awesome.
So, yeah, I wasn't overly familiar with the song when my sister gives me the phrase "Zombies Are A Girl's Best Friend" courtesy of Skip cutting out something from a magazine or something. And the only line (melodically) that I really knew was that one, so I immediately started singing it that way. Then I had to learn the rest of the song. And fix the rest of the lyrics. But I am finally finished.
So, yeah, I wasn't overly familiar with the song when my sister gives me the phrase "Zombies Are A Girl's Best Friend" courtesy of Skip cutting out something from a magazine or something. And the only line (melodically) that I really knew was that one, so I immediately started singing it that way. Then I had to learn the rest of the song. And fix the rest of the lyrics. But I am finally finished.
Zombies! | Crass Materialism! |
|---|---|
| There are many kinds of dead. Some delight in drinking blood. But I prefer a man who trips And drips all sorts of crud. A bite on the neck May be quite interdental, But zombies are a girl's best friend. A chainsaw for a hand Can be quite instrumental When a missing head Will save you from the Evil Dead. Corpses grow cold As they grow old, And we all decompose in the end. But shuffling and stumbling, The best ones are crumbling. Zombies are a girl's best friend. Raimi's! Braaaains! Ving Rhames! Bruce Campbell! Talk to me George Romero. Tell me all about it! There may come a time When a full moon is shining, But zombies are a girl's best friend. There may come a time When you find yourself pining For a werewolf pet, But you'll be likely to regret. He's got pull When moons are full, But all phases must come to an end. And hey, if you're rotting There's no time for plotting. Zombies are a girl's best friend. I've heard of affairs That are strictly demonic, But zombies are a girl's best friend. There may be a cure In a potion or tonic Or light of sun But if it's fleeting where's the fun? Time rolls on, And life is gone, And rigor mortis won't let you bend. But stiff back Or stiff knees, So long as he's dead, please. Zombies! Zombies! I don't mean diamonds! But zombies are a girl's best friend. | The French are glad to die for love. They delight in fighting duels. But I prefer a man who lives And gives expensive jewels. A kiss on the hand May be quite continental, But diamonds are a girl's best friend. A kiss may be grand But it won't pay the rental On your humble flat Or help you at the automat. Men grow cold As girls grow old, And we all lose our charms in the end. But square-cut or pear-shaped, These rocks don't loose their shape. Diamonds are a girl's best friend. Tiffany's! Cartier! Black Starr! Frost Gorham! Talk to me Harry Winston. Tell me all about it! There may come a time When a lass needs a lawyer, But diamonds are a girl's best friend. There may come a time When a hard-boiled employer Thinks you're awful nice, But get that ice or else no dice. He's your guy When stocks are high, But beware when they start to descend. It's then that those louses Go back to their spouses. Diamonds are a girl's best friend. I've heard of affairs That are strictly platonic, But diamonds are a girl's best friend. And I think affairs That you must keep liaisonic Are better bets If little pets get big baguettes. Time rolls on, And youth is gone, And you can't straighten up when you bend. But stiff back Or stiff knees, You stand straight at Tiffany's. Diamonds! Diamonds! I don't mean rhinestones! But diamonds are a girl's best friend. |
Marilyn Monroe singing about crass materialism: Words by Jule Styne and music by Leo Robin
Me singing about zombies: Words by me (with help from Shal) and music by Leo Robin except I did it a capella cuz I don't have Archie tech. (And I skipped the talky part cuz it sounds really stupid when I do it.)
Tag! You're It!
Attack Of The Angry Mutant Squirrels
Apr. 8th, 2007 10:25 amOkay, so the title could use some work, but here's my idea for a cheesetastic SciFi Saturday Original:
Bruce Campbell (who else?) stars as a bitter factory worker who for years has turned a blind eye to the improper chemical disposal the company he works for engages in. Finally, fed up with his job, he decides to squeal to the EPA (the fictional EPA who actually gives a crap). Bruce is about to get fired for his whistle-blowing ways when the Angry Mutant Squirrels (caused by the chemical dumping, obviously) attack!
Meanwhile, the EPA has sent a jaded, but highly-principled agent (played by Sean Patrick Flanery) to investigate. When he gets to the factory, the Angry Mutant Squirrels have overrun the place, and just when it seems like he is doomed to be eaten alive by Angry Mutant Squirrels, Bruce Campbell appears to save him (utilizing various factory implements and tools).
Together, they will face the horde of Angry Mutant Squirrels, and they will be awesome. And also gay. Hey, it's my movie-- besides, I can't stray too far from the formula here. There's usually either the established couple whose relationship is put to the test, or the new couple that forms based on shared near-death experiences. What better place for romance than amidst the onslaught of Angry Mutant Squirrels?
Bruce Campbell (who else?) stars as a bitter factory worker who for years has turned a blind eye to the improper chemical disposal the company he works for engages in. Finally, fed up with his job, he decides to squeal to the EPA (the fictional EPA who actually gives a crap). Bruce is about to get fired for his whistle-blowing ways when the Angry Mutant Squirrels (caused by the chemical dumping, obviously) attack!
Meanwhile, the EPA has sent a jaded, but highly-principled agent (played by Sean Patrick Flanery) to investigate. When he gets to the factory, the Angry Mutant Squirrels have overrun the place, and just when it seems like he is doomed to be eaten alive by Angry Mutant Squirrels, Bruce Campbell appears to save him (utilizing various factory implements and tools).
Together, they will face the horde of Angry Mutant Squirrels, and they will be awesome. And also gay. Hey, it's my movie-- besides, I can't stray too far from the formula here. There's usually either the established couple whose relationship is put to the test, or the new couple that forms based on shared near-death experiences. What better place for romance than amidst the onslaught of Angry Mutant Squirrels?
Oh, that I could master such an elusive beast. That words might pour from my mouth in a smooth stream rather than tumbling over and down the waterfall only to hit the rocks of the white rapids below. Would that my thoughts were orderly and precise and formed themselves into ideas of such quality that I might be humbled by their presence on my tongue. If only, if only, the speech of my mind were the speech on my lips, and each one was bourne swiftly and efficiently of the other.
Alas, it is not to be: coherence and nimble tongue turn twisted and inane as they travel the path from brain to brain.
Alas, it is not to be: coherence and nimble tongue turn twisted and inane as they travel the path from brain to brain.
the last page of my journal
Oct. 6th, 2004 11:15 pmcloaked in the dark sleep of night
i wander
safe in the warm embrace of day
i wonder
alive in the pale moon of evening
i walk
tired in the soft glow of dawn
i talk
of mystifying revolutions
that i keep in a jar by the door
i wander
safe in the warm embrace of day
i wonder
alive in the pale moon of evening
i walk
tired in the soft glow of dawn
i talk
of mystifying revolutions
that i keep in a jar by the door
my name will not appear in lights or on a billboard-
my face will not grace television or movie screens-
my ideas will not be words in a bestselling book (or even a medicore selling book)-
my hopes will not be shared with the world on the radio-
but i am here, i am quietly noisy-
i am here, you can see me out of the corner of your eye-
you don't know my name, though i shout it from the rooftops-
you don't know my feelings, though i wear them on my sleeve-
you don't know me and you probably never will-
but i am here fomenting silent rebellion against you-
and you are oblivious in my anonymity-
until it is too late.
my face will not grace television or movie screens-
my ideas will not be words in a bestselling book (or even a medicore selling book)-
my hopes will not be shared with the world on the radio-
but i am here, i am quietly noisy-
i am here, you can see me out of the corner of your eye-
you don't know my name, though i shout it from the rooftops-
you don't know my feelings, though i wear them on my sleeve-
you don't know me and you probably never will-
but i am here fomenting silent rebellion against you-
and you are oblivious in my anonymity-
until it is too late.
(no subject)
Sep. 19th, 2004 08:01 pmso here we are travelling (so here i am travelling) down this cold and lonely highway (trying to make it through my senior year) seeking shelter, finding rain (and i can't even write this fucking entry without having to run to the bathroom) there's always someone expecting us to pay (expecting me to pay) so here we are running (never fast enough) here we are hiding (never hidden enough) from responsibilty (i'm too responsible) from fear (i'm too scared) from hope (hope is not enough) so here we are dancing (never slow enough) here we are singing (never loud enough) pretending everything's ok (just call me the pretender) trying to enjoy ourselves (i do, but i don't) trying to be, for one moment (here i am) something other than what we are (what am i?) trying to see for one moment (there you are) not responsibility, not fear (not hope) but life (as it sits there calling to me) life (as all is and all must be) life (boring, scary, awesome, quiet, inevitable, dynamic, onward, ever onward) and a box full of things (stuffed animals in my case) that we cannot let go of.
(no subject)
Apr. 2nd, 2004 06:50 pmand we find ourselves at the crossroads
turning left (always left)
and we make our decisions
trying to do the right thing (always doing the right thing)
and we find ourselves facing obstacles
but pushing forward (always forward)
and we make our mistakes
falling backward (always backward)
and we find ourselves walking in circles (always circles)
never far enough from where we started from
turning left (always left)
and we make our decisions
trying to do the right thing (always doing the right thing)
and we find ourselves facing obstacles
but pushing forward (always forward)
and we make our mistakes
falling backward (always backward)
and we find ourselves walking in circles (always circles)
never far enough from where we started from