С утречком)

Nobody's got the gun
Nobody's trying to get the drop on anyone
Nobody's standing out on main street
With the sun blazing down
Saying "There's only room for one of us in this here town"
Nobody's got the be the number one
Nobody's got the gun

Nobody's got the gun
Nobody's trying to get the drop on anyone
Nobody's standing out on main street
With the sun blazing down
Saying "There's only room for one of us in this here town"
Nobody's got the be the number one
Nobody's got the gun

She may not understand
And she may want you eating from her hand
If she's got you in a corner
And you can smell the smoke and flame
You reach for your revolver
To do the same
You'll blow your love away forever, number one
Nobody's got the gun

You may think love is hard enough
You may never get to rehearse
And you can do without this stuff
Making everything worse

She's just the same as you
She needs your love just like you want her to
You can't go playing poker
With a pistol in your sleeve
You can't make somebody love you
By threatening to leave
If you want a love forever, number one
Nobody's got the gun

@темы: музыка

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ыыы)

нашла еще одно прелестное крестико-резюме:

Charles decides that he's willing to overlook Erik's habit of killing Nazis. Surely the life they’d built over the past few years was worth brushing a few Nazis under the rug.

@темы: njulf!, крестики

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по-английске

Not exactly the end of year
Not exactly the end of fall
Winter’s breath is already here
It’s time, oh it’s time you started to crawl
Into a warm hole, into yourself
Into your skin to survive the frost
But the hole is cold, and yourself is lost
And your skin is pale like that of a ghost
Can’t feel a thing except the ache
Of frostbite, of wind, of a long-time heartbreak
And you stand outside, deaf and dumb
And wherever it doesn’t hurt it’s numb.

@темы: стехи

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дыбро и про книшку)

1) проспала весь день и невыразимо щаслива, что сегодня суббота, а не воскресенье, ибо сил нет никаких

2) рада, што никуда не поехала ибо см. пункт 1)

3) скачала аудио- и текстовую версию книшки Макьюэна, которая Atonement, поняла еще раз, что больше люблю четать глазами. Написано необыкновенно, при всей моей любви к чтению "по диагонали" стараюсь четать не торопясь, потому что "как" здесь просто офигенно, оно не затмевает "что", оно его эдак исподволь формирует)) Фильм, кстате, чудесно передает атмосферу. Единственное пока расхождение с фильмом - это Робби. Что-то не очень он похож на МакАвоя. Не снаружи (хотя и снаружи он больше напоминает Фассбендера, бгг), а изнутри)) Другой он тут) Хотя посмотрим, может быть, еще всё сойдётся. Но вообще это не важно - книшка хороша сама по себе, очень хороша.

Кусочек, for aspiring writers)))):

Briony leaned back against a wall and stared unseeingly down the nursery’s length. It was a temptation for her to be magical and dramatic, and to regard what she had witnessed as a tableau mounted for her alone, a special moral for her wrapped in a mystery. But she knew very well that if she had not stood when she did, the scene would still have happened, for it was not about her at all. Only chance had brought her to the window. This was not a fairy tale, this was the real, the adult world in which frogs did not address princesses, and the only messages were the ones that people sent. It was also a temptation to run to Cecilia’s room and demand an explanation. Briony resisted because she wanted to chase in solitude the faint thrill of possibility she had felt before, the elusive excitement at a prospect she was coming close to defining, at least emotionally. The definition would refine itself over the years. She was to concede that she may have attributed more deliberation than was feasible to her thirteen-year-old self. At the time there may have been no precise form of words; in fact, she may have experienced nothing more than impatience to begin writing again.

As she stood in the nursery waiting for her cousins’ return she sensed she could write a scene like the one by the fountain and she could include a hidden observer like herself. She could imagine herself hurrying down now to her bedroom, to a clean block of lined paper and her marbled, Bakelite fountain pen. She could see the simple sentences, the accumulating telepathic symbols, unfurling at the nib’s end. She could write the scene three times over, from three points of view; her excitement was in the prospect of freedom, of being delivered from the cumbrous struggle between good and bad, heroes and villains. None of these three was bad, nor were they particularly good. She need not judge. There did not have to be a moral. She need only show separate minds, as alive as her own, struggling with the idea that other minds were equally alive. It wasn’t only wickedness and scheming that made people unhappy, it was confusion and misunderstanding; above all, it was the failure to grasp the simple truth that other people are as real as you. And only in a story could you enter these different minds and show how they had an equal value. That was the only moral a story need have.

@темы: книги, дыбр

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обожи)

захожу щас в ЖЖ, в свою дженовую общечеловеческую нефандомную ленту, и первое, что вижу это вот:

Оригинал взят у varfolomeev в Литвиненко в кино

Главную роль в фильме про убийство Александра Литвиненко, скорее всего, сыграет ирландский актёр Майкл Фассбендер, сообщают голливудские издания (на фото - кадр из "Бесславных ублюдков".

Режиссёром картины будет британец Руперт Уайтт ("Восстание планеты обезьян".
Литературной основой ленты выбрана книга "Sasha's Story: The Life and Death of a Russian Spy" шеф-редактора лондонского бюро The New York Times Алана Коуэлла.

@темы: кино, дурь, крестики

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Спасибо

всем проголосовавшим за "Пепел Армагеддона" и "Колыбельную для подкидыша" на АБ! Первое место в переводах и джене - это очень, очень лестно.

И еще моя огромная благодарность автору, соавтору и бете, единой в трех лицах  Emily Waters, и моим прекрасным терпеливым бетам.  kasmunaut,  vija,  -mummi-,  Curly_Sue,  Рыжая Элен, спасибо огромное!

и еще спасибо всем, кто голосовал за "Ход времени" и "Правила содержания снейпов", мне очень приятно)

@темы: хобби у меня такое

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Бессонница,

посмотрела Atonement, обревелась вся
подлое кино, подлое, как жизнь.

@темы: кино, дыбр

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выходное, бессмысленное

Весь день драила квартиру. Результата нихрена не видно
Xочется сказать что-нибудь умное, а в голове (surprise, surprise) одни глупости.
Хоть бы уже гости пришли наконец

@темы: дурь, дыбр

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Ну и я туда же, а как же)

йа в деццтве и йа не в деццтве

Ну и чтобы внести информативности в бессмысленное псто -  Sever_Snape написал очень интересный отзыв на "Пепел"

@темы: ashes, дурь, хобби у меня такое

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Baby Blue

Фсе-таки обожаю молодого Дилана))

английский

You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun
Crying like a fire in the sun
Look out the saints are comin’ through
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense
Take what you have gathered from coincidence
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home
All your reindeer armies, are all going home
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue

Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you
Forget the dead you’ve left, they will not follow you
The vagabond who’s rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore
Strike another match, go start anew
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue

первые 2 куплета по-русски, еслишто - я выпивши пива со снотворным))

Время уходить, хватай быстрей
Что тебе дороже, только поскорей
Вон твой сирота стоит с ружьем
Плачет словно пламя светлым днем
Глянь, святые выстроились в ряд
Все прошло-пропало, грусть моя

Путь-дорога - это лишь для игроков
Ты прикинь получше, кто из них каков
Псих-художник с твоего двора
Размалюет простыни с утра
Небеса как стопочка белья
И все прошло-пропало, грусть моя

@темы: Боб Дилан, музыка

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Дыа, это точно я)))

Ваш смертный грех Уныние

Посмотрите на себя. Плечи опущены, в глазах вселенская скорбь, нет никакого желания жить и действовать. Вы уже похоронили себя заживо. Апатия порождает лень, и вы можете часами пялиться в потолок, жалея себя и свою несчастную жизнь. Думаю, вам стоит хоть немножечко погрешить грехом Гордыни. Чуть-чуть. Для равновесия. На свете не бывает исключительно плохих людей, да и жизнь тоже преподносит приятные сюрпризы. Даже в Аду не стоит унывать.

Пройти тест

а ещё я злобное, злопамятное жывотное
*ушла спать*

@темы: дурь

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С прошедшим днем беты!))

 kasmunaut,  -mummi-,  vija,  dhoine,  Curly_Sue,  Рыжая Элен,  Emily Waters, спасибо вам огромное!

Под морем - символическое картинко, Сева, запечалившийся над манускриптом

@темы: картинки, njulf!

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Закрытая запись, не предназначенная для публичного просмотра

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по-англ.

Nothing is the same
The river hasn’t changed as much
As I have
It’s stayed within its banks
And I just flowed away,
And down, along the narrow passage
Of time. The gate is locked and rusty.
No way back. Just down the stream of me,
Just down.

@темы: стехи

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Закрытая запись, не предназначенная для публичного просмотра

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Веселого

Рождества Хэллоуина))

@темы: картинки

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по-английске

The wind is changing
Barren trees are wet with rain
‘tis dark and cold ‘tis time avenging
For having to return again
To tread its coil, repeat its shuffle
Without escape, the same refrain
I hold its fate, my hands are cold
I have to let it go I have to let it pass
To find a place of warmth somewhere along the road
Where nothing ever ends, where nothing ever lasts

@темы: стехи

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Осенняя пестня)

поздний Боб)

I got my back to the sun ’cause the light is too intense
I can see what everybody in the world is up against
You can’t turn back—you can’t come back, sometimes we push too far
One day you’ll open up your eyes and you’ll see where we are

Sugar Baby get on down the road
You ain’t got no brains, no how
You went years without me
Might as well keep going now

Some of these bootleggers, they make pretty good stuff
Plenty of places to hide things here if you wanna hide ’em bad enough
I’m staying with Aunt Sally, but you know, she’s not really my aunt
Some of these memories you can learn to live with and some of them you can’t

Sugar Baby get on down the line
You ain’t got no brains, no how
You went years without me
You might as well keep going now

The ladies down in Darktown, they’re doing the Darktown Strut
You always got to be prepared but you never know for what
There ain’t no limit to the amount of trouble women bring
Love is pleasing, love is teasing, love’s not an evil thing

Sugar Baby, get on down the road
You ain’t got no brains, no how
You went years without me
You might as well keep going now

Every moment of existence seems like some dirty trick
Happiness can come suddenly and leave just as quick
Any minute of the day the bubble could burst
Try to make things better for someone, sometimes, you just end up making it a thousand times worse

Sugar Baby, get on down the road
You ain’t got no brains, no how
You went years without me
Might as well keep going now

Your charms have broken many a heart and mine is surely one
You got a way of tearing the world apart. Love, see what you done
Just as sure as we’re living, just as sure as you’re born
Look up, look up—seek your Maker—’fore Gabriel blows his horn

Sugar Baby, get on down the line
You ain’t got no sense, no how
You went years without me
Might as well keep going now

@темы: Боб Дилан, музыка

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Жанровое картинко)

Сева с Люцем коварно вносят изменения в список Пожирателей Смерти

@темы: картинки, дурь

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То ли лыжи не едут...

Скачала с рутрекера кину в формате mkv. Мало того, что эта падла скачивалась два дня, так еще и комп от нее тормозит, изображение квадратикаме идет *плакает* *нихачу Фассбендера в квадратик*. Што за пакость?
Пошла на пиратский залив, может, там повезет)) Компутер обещает за 40 минут фсё скачать))

@темы: дурь, ебаньки на марше, дыбр