February 23rd, 2012


Caliban: Lo, now, lo!
Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me
For bringing the wood in slowly.
(The tempest)

John Witcombe, from A tribute to the genius of William Shakespeare, foreword by W. L. courtney, London, 1916.

(Source: archive.org)



Ferdinand and Ariel

G. Woolliscroft Rhead, from A tribute to the genius of William Shakespeare, foreword by W. L. courtney, London, 1916.

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Casca: Against the capitol I met a Lion,
Who glared upon me, and went surly by
(Julius Caesar)

Briton Riviere, from A tribute to the genius of William Shakespeare, foreword by W. L. courtney, London, 1916.

(Source: archive.org)



Ribbed and paled in
With rocks unscaleable and roaring waters
(Cymbeline)

Peter Graham, from A tribute to the genius of William Shakespeare, foreword by W. L. courtney, London, 1916.

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He’s here in double trust;
First as I am his kinsman and his subject…
(Macbeth)

John Charles Dollman, from A tribute to the genius of William Shakespeare, foreword by W. L. courtney, London, 1916.

(Source: archive.org)



Juliet: O, think’st thou we shall ever meet again?

Frank Dicksee, from A tribute to the genius of William Shakespeare, foreword by W. L. courtney, London, 1916.

(Source: archive.org)

posted by [syndicated profile] britcom_rpf_ao3_feed at 10:58pm on 22/02/2012

Posted by sunflashes

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Noel makes tea too late at night and Julian thinks it's just about the most brilliant thing ever.

Words: 1765, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

klb: (Podfic), by <lj user="kitty_fic">
Title: Give Me Back My Pieces
Author: [archiveofourown.org profile] kissoffools
Reader: [personal profile] klb
Fandom: Everwood
Pairing: Hannah/Bright
Rating: PG-13
Length: 0:13:18
Summary: "Yes," she thinks, "this is a very bad idea, indeed." Hannah isn't expecting her first trip back to Everwood to be quite this... challenging.
Download links and notes: At my journal, here.
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posted by [personal profile] seperis at 08:34pm on 22/02/2012 under ,
Person Who Will One Day Become Warlord-Ruler Of What Was Once Nebraska Born In Omaha Hospital

Okay, I'm torn; it's not like I want to spend my undead existence in a pink vat miles below sea level dreaming of my own voiceless screams of horror while Child fruitlessly tries to clone me in his skull-shaped Pacific Island headquarters surrounded by mindless minions (some of whom will have such colorful names as The Murder of Crows, The Albatross of Despair, The One Without a Cool Name, look, he's fifteen and plays Magic the Gathering after school; what do you expect?), nor am I entirely comfortable with his plans to create a hybrid human-reptile army (or a cockroach-human hybrid army for radiation survival purposes).

But. I am his mother, and he brings me coffee when I want it. Should I tell him about this Nebraska threat or not?
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posted by [personal profile] derryderrydown at 12:10am on 23/02/2012 under
Just to reiterate, I am NOT writing Directed-verse Generation Kill.

But if I were to write it, some of it might look a little like this.

La, la, there is nothing here. )
February 22nd, 2012
posted by [syndicated profile] britcom_rpf_ao3_feed at 12:32pm on 22/02/2012
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posted by [personal profile] seperis at 12:34pm on 22/02/2012 under , ,
For very irritating personal reasons that do not need to be explored at this juncture--or possibly ever--I ended my self-imposed ban on Supernatural and started where I left off in season four, which amounts to watching the entirety of season four and the beginning of season five in less than forty-eight hours. Even for my media consumption habits, that's like, a lot, and I feel as if I should like, be slouched in some kind of bean bag chair talking about the colors man. The colors.

I also didn't realize fanfic really understated a few things.

In other news, Child got the first of his three HPV shots and whined like he'd been beaten with sticks that his hip hurt while I stared into eyes that are exactly level with mine, because that shit only works when you aren't officially 5'9", except when seconds later you lose control of your limbs and fall over your feet, at which time fine, I shouldn't have laughed that hard.

My medication was adjusted again and I have an appointment in two months to check again, which may be a warning that Thyroid Bill (ie, my thyroid, new name!) may either not be long for this world or is at least going to embrace sloth as a lifestyle choice more and more.

That reminded me of the debate ongoing between using Temporarily Abled or Currently Abled for the able bodied that pops up every so often; sitting in the doctor's office after the last couple of months of slowly growing lethargy that took off like whoa a few weeks ago to the point where it would take hours to completely wake up even after I got up and went to work, constantly starving and constantly freezing and sixteen hours of sleep didn't ever seem to even touch the huge well of exhaustion made me think my stance on CAB as a working term. Hypothyroidism isn't disabling at all until it is, and even knowing the signs to look for, it still took me literal months to really believe this shit was happening again, that my body lost that little skirmish and I lost a tiny bit of functionality that seems so stupid because it's so small a thing, but it touches everything; how I sleep, how I eat, how I work, how I interact, how I feel, my ability to think. I really should have sat down and played sudoku a month ago; when my speed drops and I can't hold the numbers in my head, it's time to visit the doctor.

Links!

From comments in a recent sf_d post, The Itch, Its mysterious power may be a clue to a new theory about brains and bodies. - advisory for about half of paragraph of very mild squick on page two.

The account of perception that’s starting to emerge is what we might call the “brain’s best guess” theory of perception: perception is the brain’s best guess about what is happening in the outside world. The mind integrates scattered, weak, rudimentary signals from a variety of sensory channels, information from past experiences, and hard-wired processes, and produces a sensory experience full of brain-provided color, sound, texture, and meaning. We see a friendly yellow Labrador bounding behind a picket fence not because that is the transmission we receive but because this is the perception our weaver-brain assembles as its best hypothesis of what is out there from the slivers of information we get. Perception is inference.


I'd not sure how to summarize this; using several accounts, they put together an intriguing theory that may cover problems as diverse as phantom limbs and obsessive scratching as a problem not with nerves or a mental illness, but a misfire in interpretation of sensory data. I need to research this more.
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posted by [personal profile] likeadeuce at 01:13pm on 22/02/2012 under ,
One of the important things I apparently had to do last night was look for all the Downton Abbey Mary Crawley/Lavinia Swire fic on the Internet. And, well, I'm just getting started, but I'm already pleased. (The following links are all implicitly spoilery for major developments in Season 2, though a Season 2 that goes AU significantly by the end, if that makes any sense.)

First, There is Thunder in our Hearts by [livejournal.com profile] dollsome, sweet and lovely. I especially like the Mary voice, which captures all her prickly awesomeness.

Then there's, For where you go I will go by [livejournal.com profile] oltha_heri, or, the one where Mary and Lavinia run off to Paris. This is fantastic and just the world I can imagine Downton blending into. In the comments, this quickly (d)evolves into inventing a universe in which all the Crawley sisters + Lavinia + Branson + Matthew are eventually hanging out in Paris together, in complicated configurations. This conversation then inspired [livejournal.com profile] oltha_heri to write The Truth of Tom Branson's Notated Papers, which has me giggling madly.

I so love the idea of Branson's terrible novels and want them to be canon. (I love Branson, y'all. He is my favorite. I just (a) think he's probably too literal and straightforward and maybe not enough of an asshole to be a great novelist and (b) enjoy being mean to characters I love and their terrible imaginary books.)

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posted by [syndicated profile] theminneapoline_feed at 04:34pm on 22/02/2012
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posted by [personal profile] not_unwise at 10:32am on 22/02/2012 under
I had three midterms in three days, which is not unusual, but is normally a time of the year that I find somewhat annoying.

Recently, I purchased a tiny computer. It's a Gateway and it's pretty much the only tiny computer that has interested me at all for a while so when it went on sale I passed by the Future Shop, spotted a manager, and got an even bigger rebate. My normal 14" laptop now stays home and I go around with the tiny 10" netbook with an endless battery life. When I brought the tiny computer to my father to get it set up, he was all "Oh, Ubuntu has been dethroned as the most-used version of Linux! Now it's Mint."
"I've never heard of it."
"Me neither! Which is why we should put it on your new computer. You can try it out and give me feedback."
So the tiny computer has Linux Mint. Also, it's called "Robinet" because my regular laptop is called Robin so that way we have three play on words in there.

Midterms all went awesomely and I'm making everyone jealous because of my abilities to be very good at school while not doing shit because I don't have time to study in between working too much and actually showing to my classes.

There was a question in the "Didactic of Algebra and Functions" midterm today that was pretty much "Explain to Xavier why the h parameter is reversed in functions". So I wrote a page-long dialog between a teacher and Xavier with descriptive actions when the teacher would have been writing something on the board during their explanation to answer the question. We'll see if my professor thinks this is amazing or not.
Mood: 'calm' calm

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