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You know, I could have sworn that was a Kipling line. Perhaps it is, but the only answers Google can come up with are the Goons (which I knew, indeed it was hearing the Goons episode that prompted the search) and John Lennon.

It's twenty past midnight on a school night and I'm playing on the interweb and drinking whiskey. I have no real excuse. Well, the whiskey is currently the only anaesthetic that works on my arm and shoulder, which otherwise becomes unbearable in the evening, and I stayed up because Joey was on and I wanted to see what I made of it. Currently, hmmm. It has good gags but I don't yet see the staying power Friends or, more directly comparable, Frasier had from the first moment.

And earlier, a weird and morbid ER episode. (Incidentally, they have done real-time stuff before, haven't they? Or maybe I'm just imagining that.)

Frankly, I'm not well-equipped to watch such things emotionally at the moment. I was at home all weekend seeing my father. The man who taught me to appreciate the Goon Show, and Kipling, amongst half a million other things.

I wrote a long paragraph here and then deleted it. Fuck it. Stick with the words of a man my father knew, in a particularly appropriate poem:

Dust in sunlight and memory in corners
Wait for the wind that chills towards the dead land

Date: 2005-02-15 12:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] clanwilliam.livejournal.com
Thanks for reminding me of The Green Eye of the Little Yellow God (http://ingeb.org/songs/theresae.html), which I last heard when I was 12 or so.

Re-reading it made me realise just how much Robert Service took (http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Bluffs/8336/robertservice/shooting.html) the piss (http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Bluffs/8336/robertservice/sam.html) out of it. (Service was a poet introduced to me when a friend of my mother's recited "The Shooting of Dan McGrew" to me when I was about 10 and promptly followed it up with "The Cremation of Sam McGee" - a truly great shaggy dog story.

(BTW, it was a popular 1910s song it appears. Beats me too, I thought it was a Kipling clone!)

Yellow Idol

Date: 2007-02-27 08:20 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
The Poem is by J. Milton Hayes
The Green Eye of the Little Yellow God

Happy Reading

Date: 2005-02-15 01:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nicnac.livejournal.com
I have wine instead of whiskey, but I'll raise a glass of it to your Dad.

Date: 2005-02-15 08:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eccles.livejournal.com
Brandy!

Date: 2005-02-16 10:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nicnac.livejournal.com
Lovey, quit trying to cope and pass the work on. Firstly, no one could expect you to continue at a time like this, secondly it's unlikely you'll do the work up to standard anyway when your emotions are so caught up.

I'm really sorry to hear the news.

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