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I feel as though anecdotes from the week are a wee bit boring for others to read.
Then again, I read other people's lives and can only assume you all don't hang around this little Junk Yard o'Words for the scenery.

So this week was/still is iCon and a pretty fun one it was for me. I'll not be going to the last day tomorrow as it is my Daddy's 64 birthday tomorrow later today and we are going to picnic elsewhere, away from the Suburbia and Urbania of the Centre.
Last year I pretty much skipped and this year it was great to reconnect with all the people I don't get to meet that often IRL *waves to those who didn't miss me this week because they actually saw me*.
And of course make new friends, which is always fun.
Buffy talk is, as always, the Fun.
Not enough Doctor Who and Torchwood; it may be a little too fluffy? Though I'm not sure why... could just be a culture clash, as Americana and Israeli-Centric work is far more common than Britannica.
I'm really obsessing Torchwood.
I can't get enough of Ianto Jones.
He's just... *gibberish* Fictional men rule! *fist*
Some coherent thoughts on Torchwood will probably come along with my queer analysis of "Iron Man", my queer analysis of "Harry Potter"'s Lupin and Tonks' Lavender Marriage and a comparative analysis of the DCU and the Buffyverse, specifically how Angel correlates as Batman, Riely correlates as Superman, Buffy correlates as Wonder Woman and Spike correlates as Catwoman (thank you [livejournal.com profile] nurint for talking to me about it... will email you soon, hope you have time to read LJ!).
And Oi! No stealing my ideas! Well, you know... you can... I mean, this is the interwebs!

I also ate sea-food.
With [livejournal.com profile] tamara_russo.
It was tasty.
That woman is the incarnation of the Snake in the Garden of Eden... giving into culinary temptation never felt so good.
Meat has no appeal and I'm beginning to lose my enjoyment of dairy products... though I don't know if I'll ever be able to give up ice-cream.
There's always soy-milk for coffee.

You want more? Well, I'll just hope you can be happy with this little snippet of life at the 'mo.
Hope to get back into the swing of regular updating over the next few days.
Isn't it strange that a week of not updating seems long?
My LJ is going to be three next week and it's become a constant in my life.
I don't know if that's good or bad.
It's most certainly a fact.

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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on me...an adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.

*KABOOM!*

-"V for Vendetta"

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