Heh, yeah, this happens to me a lot when I'm on an airplane with a window. The Earth just looks so goddamn gorgeous from the air, and the beauty fills me up and spills over in the form of words, and I just sit there with my face pressed to the window, composing lines in my head.
GUUUUHHH, Fort Rock! I love that place like burning! And let me tell you, that is an apt motherfucking metaphor. That's exactly what it looks like, and that's... kind of what it is. It's a tuff ring, a volcanic vent that erupted in the middle of the lake that used to be there back in the Ice Age, and the sides of the ring were all worn away by the waters of the lake, leaving behind these steep cliffs... and it just pokes up out of the flat ground in the middle of nowhere, and it really does look like a molar that's been worn away almost to nothing.
Ahhh, I've not been through Milan. ...Frankfurt's not so much hard to navigate as it is just... absurd. Ridiculous. Poorly organized. We had to go through security, like, two or three times, and they don't let you through security to your gate until just before your flight leaves, and since you can't go sit at your gate, the central lobby area is immensely crowded with people shoved into corners, sitting forlornly on the floor. What even. And it's, like, a major hub in Europe, so everybody has to go through the freaking hellhole.
Ohhhhh, yeah, my eyes are freaking peeled for the H50 cast. I'm so useless around celebrities, though, I don't know what I'd actually do if I saw anyone. ...Regardless, watching H50 has already screwed me up with its weirdo AU of Hawaii... I'm driving around Honolulu and I'm like, WHERE ARE THE EXPLOSIONS? WHERE'S THE GUNFIRE? WHERE ARE ALL THE AUTOMATIC WEAPONS AND VIOLENT CRIMES?
THAT DOCTOR WHO EP. I am just... whoa. There was just so much going on there, I am just really not sure how to process this, just like... OH MY GOD, MOFFAT.
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Date: 2011-05-01 10:11 pm (UTC)GUUUUHHH, Fort Rock! I love that place like burning! And let me tell you, that is an apt motherfucking metaphor. That's exactly what it looks like, and that's... kind of what it is. It's a tuff ring, a volcanic vent that erupted in the middle of the lake that used to be there back in the Ice Age, and the sides of the ring were all worn away by the waters of the lake, leaving behind these steep cliffs... and it just pokes up out of the flat ground in the middle of nowhere, and it really does look like a molar that's been worn away almost to nothing.
Ahhh, I've not been through Milan. ...Frankfurt's not so much hard to navigate as it is just... absurd. Ridiculous. Poorly organized. We had to go through security, like, two or three times, and they don't let you through security to your gate until just before your flight leaves, and since you can't go sit at your gate, the central lobby area is immensely crowded with people shoved into corners, sitting forlornly on the floor. What even. And it's, like, a major hub in Europe, so everybody has to go through the freaking hellhole.
Ohhhhh, yeah, my eyes are freaking peeled for the H50 cast. I'm so useless around celebrities, though, I don't know what I'd actually do if I saw anyone. ...Regardless, watching H50 has already screwed me up with its weirdo AU of Hawaii... I'm driving around Honolulu and I'm like, WHERE ARE THE EXPLOSIONS? WHERE'S THE GUNFIRE? WHERE ARE ALL THE AUTOMATIC WEAPONS AND VIOLENT CRIMES?
THAT DOCTOR WHO EP. I am just... whoa. There was just so much going on there, I am just really not sure how to process this, just like... OH MY GOD, MOFFAT.