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There’s a song on the radio by Panic! At The Disco called I Write Sins Not Tragedies that is getting a lot of air play right now. Part of the chorus is “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?” I find it amusing that the radio stations around here are bleeping out “God” like it’s the bad word.

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If you are looking for something special to do for National Breast Cancer Awareness Month this October, consider this beautiful piece from Storypeople. It’s called “Lifetime”. Here are the words:

We’re here to end it,
I said & she said, No,
we’re here to begin it
& then she turned &
opened her arms
& everywhere I could see,
there were people,
like bright birds, calling
with a thousand voices

& suddenly I understood.
Here is where it begins.
With all of us, together
giving our daughters
a world worth loving
for a lifetime to come.

From the site: All profits from the sale of this print, both here on the site & at our gallery partners worldwide, will go to fund breast cancer research for as long as it takes to find the Cure.

Be sure to check out his other stuff. It’s amazing!

I couldn’t help taking this meme:

Which Princess Bride Character are You?
this quiz was made by mysti

Westley has some great lines:

“I do not envy you the headache you will have when you awake. Until then, rest well and dream of large women.”

“We are men of action. Lies do not become us.”

“There is a shortage of perfect breasts in the world. It would be a pity to damage yours.”

and, of course:
“Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.”

I wish I remembered this more often than I do:

Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing:  there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.

The Lord of the Rings, J.R.R. Tolkien

I had never known, never even imagined for a heartbeat, that there might be a place for people like us.
-Denis Johnson, the last line from Jesus’ Son

As most of you know, I am not a morning person. Usually, the mother voice in my head has to do a lot of poking and prodding, threatening and cajoling in order to get me moving in the mornings. This morning, while if I were being watched Sliver-esque style would appear the same, was so totally different from anything that I’ve ever experienced that I feel compelled to write it down.

I lay there, snuggled up warm under the blankets, and dawn came creeping into the room. The coming day teasing my eyelids, I gradually became aware of my own body against someone wonderful. I moved my pillow closer to hers and pressed myself to her, reveling in the simple pleasure of her warm skin on mine. I buried my face in that perfect place between her neck and shoulder, immersing myself in the delicious scent that belongs only to her. The joy of being there with her washed over me and that is when it hit me – “This is where I am supposed to be.” When I am with her, I experience a peacefulness that I have never known before – a sense that the world will find her comfort and the raging storms will find their serenity. I have never felt so…safe. Having found in her the feelings I’ve spent a lifetime searching for, I couldn’t bring myself to spoil the beautiful intimacy - the softly whispered sleepy words of love that I recall now with a secret smile.

Do you remember Herman’s Head? The TV show from the early 90s?

Louise : {to the waiter} And I’ll have a tropical drink with a little umbrella in it. {to all}
Don’t you just love when you take the little umbrella home, you put on a
little doll’s hat and pretend you’re the largest song and dance man?

{Everyone looks at Louise, stunned}

Louise : Oh my God, I’m the only one.

Most of my life, I’ve felt that alone. Not lonely, no, there’s a difference. Alone. Like nobody else in the world “got” me. I don’t feel like that anymore. In my early morning haze, I came to the realization that even if she had never danced in a little doll’s hat with a paper umbrella, she would understand my need to do something the rest of the world would consider strange. There is no doubt in my mind…she would clap and cheer me and even join my silly dance. If that is not perfect, I don’t believe it exists.

I am right where I need to be.

First posted to my LJ on Nov 23, 2004

When you hear “Good Times,” what is the first thing that comes to mind?

Erin Brockovich
Erin Brockovich: Are you going to be something else that I have to survive? Because I don’t think I can handle it.

Ever After
Rodmilla De Ghent: Darling, nothing is final ’til you’re dead, and even then, I’m sure God negotiates.

Danielle De Barbarac: If you suffer your people to be ill-educated, and their manners corrupted from infancy, and then punish them for those crimes to which their first education disposed them, what else is to be concluded, sire, but that you first make thieves and then punish them.

Dirty Dancing
Baby: Me? I’m scared of everything. I’m scared of what I saw. I’m scared of what I did, of who I am. And most of all… I’m scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life, the way I feel when I’m with you.

Dogma
Loki: Any moron with a pack of matches can start a fire. Raining down sulfur takes a huge level of endurance. Mass genocide is the most exhausting activity one can engage in, next to soccer.

Serendipity: I have issues with anyone who treats faith as a burden instead of a blessing. You people don’t celebrate your faith; you mourn it.

Double Jeopardy
Elizabeth ‘Libby’ Parsons: I don’t want to kill you, Nick, I just want you to suffer.

Chasing Amy
Banky: I feel a hate crime coming on.

Holden McNeil: It’s not who you love, it’s how.

City of Angels
Susan: What good would wings be if you couldn’t feel the wind on your face?

Maggie Rice: When they ask me what I liked best, I’ll say it was you.

Seth: I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one kiss from her mouth, one touch of her hand, than eternity without it. One.

Seth: Some things are true whether you believe in them or not.

Cool Runnings
Sanka: What I am saying to you, is that you are the kind of club-toting, raw-meat-eating, Me-Tarzan-You-Jane-ing big bald bubblehead who can only count to ten if he’s barefoot or wearing sandals.

The Cutting Edge
Kate: Toe-pick!

Kate: I swear, you let me down and it’ll take them a month to count the blade marks on your back.

Doug: You want me to put my hands *where*?

Beaches
CC Bloom: It looks like a flamingo threw up in here!

Hillary: I’m not stubborn, I’m… right.

CC: You’re not dead yet: so stop living as if you are!

CC Bloom: But enough about me, let’s talk about you… what do YOU think of me?

Black Hawk Down
Eversmann: Nobody asks to be a hero, it just sometimes turns out that way.

“Hoot”: Y’know what I think? Don’t really matter what I think. Once that first bullet goes past your head, politics and all that shit just goes right out the window.

Eversmann: Look, these people, they have no jobs, no food, no education, no future. I just figure that we have two things we can do. Help, or we can sit back and watch a country destroy itself on CNN.

Braveheart
Narrator: I will tell you of William Wallace. Historians will call me a liar, but history is written by those who’ve hanged heroes.

William Wallace: We all end up dead, the question is how and why.

Stephen: [To William Wallace] The Almighty tells me he can get me out of this mess, but he’s pretty sure you’re fucked.

Nicolette: Englishmen don’t know what a tongue is for.

WIlliam Wallace: There’s a difference between us. You think the people of this land exist to provide you with position. I think your position exists to provide those people with freedom. and I go to make sure they have it.

William Wallace: Every man dies, not every man really lives.

Bring It On
Toros Squad: That’s all right. That’s OK. You’re gonna pump our gas someday.

Whitney: Don’t play dumb. We’re better at it than you.

Missy Pantone: You speak fag?
Les: Oh, fluently.