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[nny]

I went out to watch bats flying over the lake. I didn't go for the bats, I didn't know about the bats, but out I went and there bats were. I went out because of a small house and two films, and feeling not quite right. I went out because Smaller looked like she could use some air and Jock Jock had never been to the lake. I went out because there didn't seem quite enough oxygen and the world felt too small.

World still feels too small.

I want to lie in the grass and look up at the stars, but you can't see the stars in Cardiff. I don't know quite where I want to be but it's somewhere that's else, and I don't know who it is I want to be with but whoever it is they're not here.

The day just feels slightly off, and I can't put my finger on why.

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[campkilkare]

I know this feeling. *hugs*

At least there are bats?

[villainny.livejournal.com]

There are bats, and they fly like they're on elastic. It's amazing that they catch enough bugs to power the crazy-manic wingbeats. You could almost feel grateful for the light pollution, it makes them easier to see, but the sky is not supposed to be orange.

Incidentally, watching a load of sleeping ducks drift across the surface of a lake in unison is most disquieting.

*hugs back*

[campkilkare]

That's tremendous. About the bats, I mean.

About the light pollution: Northern Indiana is a major manufacturing center for, among other things, RVs, flutes, Humvees, and aspirin. We have a pink night sky. It is disquieting.

And about the ducks: Huh.

D'you know what that reminds me of, oddly? Good Omens, and the River Uck. "They had come there often to spoon, and on one memorable occasion, fork." Always makes me chuckle.

Tired=rambly small talk.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I'm lacking in tiredness due to one of those nothing-days, where there is no other real option but read until you get uncomfortable, and then lie on the bed and read, and then accidentally-on-purpose drift off to sleep for an hour or two.

Rambly small talk is good, though. I'm in a strange mood - not quite willing to RP, and intimidated at the thought of instant messenger, and yet random comment chat seems to suit the day perfectly.

I'd forgotten about the river Uck. Much as it shames me to admit, I haven't actually read the book since I started playing at Milliways. I read it at least ten times before that, but now I think there's a healthy dose of paranoia that I've diverged too much. *grins*

[campkilkare]

It is a lovely book. I find the Four Horsemen vignettes extremely well-done, and of course a certain flavor of comforting. War, Famine, Oil Spills; these things happen because of them, you know. They did it. No such luck, around here.

And the confrontation between the Them and the Four Horsemen is brilliant, but then I'm a sucker for a well-done showdown.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I like the awfully strange part where Adam finishes it. The change in typeface. I can't help but think that was Gneil, although I imagine Pterry turned the Ultimate Showdown into Mr Young in his car.

[campkilkare]

Different topic quickly--do you know of a halfway decent free paint program? The GIMP is smarter than me and I failed to install it.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Sadly no, I'm not in the least bit artistically inclined.

GIMP?

[campkilkare]

I'm not either, really, I just need something crop & text icons and draw not-horrific-looking stick figures in, which leaves Paint out.

The GIMP is some kind of Unix-based paint program that you're supposed to be able to import to Windows, if you are smarter than me.

[rimestock.livejournal.com]

It depends if you want "legal" as a side to your "free," but if you want I could get you Photoshop, since someone passed it to me.

[campkilkare]

I laugh in the face of legal. Hahahaha.

Link or CD inna mail? Because I'm on the cusp of moving so mail is now a dubious thing.

[rimestock.livejournal.com]

I will upload to YSI. *goes to do so*

[campkilkare]

Much love. So much. Of course, using Photoshop for the things I do is like killing a fly with an elephant gun, but I still drool over it.

[rimestock.livejournal.com]

Well, see, I personally use Jasc PSP 7, seeing as how that's the one that I actually have at least a slight clue how to use.

And cannot actually draw for crap. At all, in any way, really. Except ducks, apparently, but that's... a long story, and I can't draw them on the computer very well anyway, although now I'm looking at myself and I just know I'm going to try. *sighs*

But yes. I don't know how to use Photoshop, I don't really have any reason to use it, I have something else that I use for icons and wallpapers and layouts, and yet... I have Photoshop anyway. *shrugs* So. No reason not to share. :D

[rimestock.livejournal.com]

Arrgh arrgh arrgh.

Um.

Tell me if it went through? Before I try to resend it?

*sporks connections and YSI and Mozilla and stuff*

*sighs*

[halfwest.livejournal.com]

You can't see stars here either. When we go to South Carolina, I like to go out as far from the houses as I can and just stare up at the sky until the clouds roll in from the sea and settle over the sound and hide things behind heat lightening.

The world is very small because a seagull can fly from Liverpool to Savannah.

But the world is very big because I cannot.

Perhaps you have never seen Savannah.

The world is very big because there is a place called Egypt. It has been there since before my oldest ancestors had a man called Christ to worship, and it is there today, still smelling of the old Gods. The world is very big because a man whose words I love, who lived more than a hundred years ago, once had a lover there.

The world is very big because there is a place called Cardiff. I have never seen Cardiff, nor the country that surrounds it. That's yours.

The world is very big because there is a place called Mount Saint Albans, but almost nobody, even the people who live there, know it is a mountain. The world is very big when you can live on a mountain and not see it. Not because it is small. Because it is bigger than you realize a mountain ought to be.

Perhaps you have never seen my mountain. I have never seen your lake. What can be more immense than the space between two worlds which nevertheless share the same ocean?

This is my mountaintop. (http://www.sapphireblue.com/pix/scenic_washington_dc/national_cathedral_gloomy_sky.jpg) When the clouds come like that, the world is almost small enough to let me imagine I can hear the Thames. But the sky... the sky is big enough to let me know that I can never hear the voices that have spoken along its banks.

I dont know where I want to be, but maybe you've seen it. Maybe you know someone who has. The world is too big for either of us to know. But it's not too big for us to never find it. It IS there.

[tropes.livejournal.com]

Wurgle?

[villainny.livejournal.com]

:) hey

[tropes.livejournal.com]

Yo.

So.

What is up with latest post?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Also, I need someone to talk to about the issue I emailed you guys about, because I am at a loss. Also just sent an email about Back Room wank.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

post: nothing to do with you, nothing to do with milliways. And I'm not in a good mental place right now for modding. I am not in diplomacy mode, I am in CRUSH KILL DESTROY mode.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Oooh. Might be the right kind of mode then!

:D?

*bats eyelashes*

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Really, no. I'm sorry, love, but no. BAD DAY.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

I'm teasing.

My new teapot broke. Bad day on this end too.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Sorry about the teapot. :(

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Mom got it for me. Was one of a kind and by a juried artist.

Stupid Art Fair.

bah.

[indy-go.livejournal.com]

Hmm. Bats. Just saw Batman.

You need hugs. I give them.

*hugs*