"Sometimes you're the windshield, sometimes you're the dead horse..." Hmm, doesn't quite scan the same away as the original song, but I kinda like it...it helps if you say it, "daaaid haoorse," though. But enough silly. I thought that pulling off the perfect Olympic-scale trick is so often about the tiresome hairline crack distinctions. (Inner comment: "Oh boy, there has to be *more* good eyesight required?! Gimme a break!") Sigh. The suspicion that one's own enormous effort is a stupid thing to do is pretty hard to fight, too. I sometimes ask myself, "Now, wait a minute--is that horrid feeling just the inner sarcastic editorial tape loops speaking? Or is it a sudden and painful recognition that the character development or the plotline ultimately just doesn't go where you thought it would? Or is this some sneaky, common-sense, conventional wisdom assumptions about the situation hijacking the real solution, and taking the whole train right off the tracks and then pointing at the failure?" Just tossing out some possible head-management ideas, for whatever they might be worth to you... I sometimes take some solace in the feeling that if great scowling frowning serious thundering romantics like Beethoven and so on are the teeny tiiniest bit orf the mark, they just look like such bloomin' ijiots. Gimme a break! "Holy sidewalk art, Batman!"
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Date: 2006-04-06 04:38 am (UTC)Hmm, doesn't quite scan the same away as the original song, but I kinda like it...it helps if you say it, "daaaid haoorse," though.
But enough silly.
I thought that pulling off the perfect Olympic-scale trick is so often about the tiresome hairline crack distinctions. (Inner comment: "Oh boy, there has to be *more* good eyesight required?! Gimme a break!")
Sigh.
The suspicion that one's own enormous effort is a stupid thing to do is pretty hard to fight, too.
I sometimes ask myself, "Now, wait a minute--is that horrid feeling just the inner sarcastic editorial tape loops speaking? Or is it a sudden and painful recognition that the character development or the plotline ultimately just doesn't go where you thought it would? Or is this some sneaky, common-sense, conventional wisdom assumptions about the situation hijacking the real solution, and taking the whole train right off the tracks and then pointing at the failure?"
Just tossing out some possible head-management ideas, for whatever they might be worth to you...
I sometimes take some solace in the feeling that if great scowling frowning serious thundering romantics like Beethoven and so on are the teeny tiiniest bit orf the mark, they just look like such bloomin' ijiots.
Gimme a break!
"Holy sidewalk art, Batman!"