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threeplusfire) wrote2004-03-12 12:56 pm
threeplusfire) wrote2004-03-12 12:56 pm
we wake up to the same sounds
While drinking mojitos and eating fried chicken and broccoli last night, I remembered a dozen other fictional characters I've had a thing for over the years.
How could I forget Lord Captain Alexander Massadane? Or Thomas and Arutha from Fiest's novels? Amon from Witch Hunter Robin is looking better and better every day. There was the first Druid in the Shannara books and a number of Dragonriders from Anna McCaffrey's novels that I had mad crushes on in my youth. Aeon Flux? Oh yes.
It's raining outside.
Yesterday I read about Dave Blood's suicide, and realized it had been ages since I listened to the Dead Milkmen. Their music is part of my early childhood and early teenage years, back when I thought everyone who was a teenager or in their twenties in the 80s and early nineties was fascinating.
It made me realize too, that it's been ten years now since Kurt Cobain killed himself. Wow. Ten years. It boggles my mind. There's a lot things I want to write about Kurt, about Nirvana, about my memories of that year. But I think I'll ponder it a bit more and save it. Ten years. What a strange time.
I dreamed about people lost and wandering in an enormous and sinister library.
How could I forget Lord Captain Alexander Massadane? Or Thomas and Arutha from Fiest's novels? Amon from Witch Hunter Robin is looking better and better every day. There was the first Druid in the Shannara books and a number of Dragonriders from Anna McCaffrey's novels that I had mad crushes on in my youth. Aeon Flux? Oh yes.
It's raining outside.
Yesterday I read about Dave Blood's suicide, and realized it had been ages since I listened to the Dead Milkmen. Their music is part of my early childhood and early teenage years, back when I thought everyone who was a teenager or in their twenties in the 80s and early nineties was fascinating.
It made me realize too, that it's been ten years now since Kurt Cobain killed himself. Wow. Ten years. It boggles my mind. There's a lot things I want to write about Kurt, about Nirvana, about my memories of that year. But I think I'll ponder it a bit more and save it. Ten years. What a strange time.
I dreamed about people lost and wandering in an enormous and sinister library.