Why so Silent?
Jul. 26th, 2009 12:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tinhuvielartanisThere are a lot of things I'd like to talk about that I just...can't talk about. It's irksome, but there you go. If a Sith's life weren't irksome, she'd no reason to live. Sith are supposed to be irked. That's what being Sith is all about: honing your rage to a nice fine point, then rising up and striking down your master. Of course, I have no master, so I'd just go on a killing spree because, as we say in the South, people "need killin'." It's just a fact of life and that defense has been used in Southern courts in the past: "So-and-so needed killin'." Understandable. Not-guilty, next!
I've reached a bit of a snag in my Sith duties here of late. I try to maintain an underlying low-grade anger, just to hold on to for any ungodly situation that may need my full-blown ire. I've encountered someone twice, someone I was a tad irked at, at the time. Each time, I went away all sunshine and flowers, and pissed off that I was no longer pissed off. How conflicted can one person get? The soul in question has some serious Anti-Tin scary fairy dust on hand and I am to steal the crap for to bury it. Today, however, is not one of those days where I want to sing-a about the moon-a and the june-a and the spring-a. Today is one of those days I want to rant and be writerly and moody, and.....do the things that I want to do! Not what my brain wants me to do. So I'm back to being filled with ire and nursing my low-grade anger. Let's hope the Anti-Tin doesn't show up with bunnies....
Have a video for your trouble. I would have put it on You Tube, but the bastards said it was too long. And here I thought I was only long winded in words..
**EDIT** Perhaps I would have been taken more seriously if I'd worn a different tee shirt that day. Maybe my 'I Haz a Bukket' or 'Can't Stop Writing or My Music Will Eat Me.' Pre-plan, boys and girls... Lesson here.
I've reached a bit of a snag in my Sith duties here of late. I try to maintain an underlying low-grade anger, just to hold on to for any ungodly situation that may need my full-blown ire. I've encountered someone twice, someone I was a tad irked at, at the time. Each time, I went away all sunshine and flowers, and pissed off that I was no longer pissed off. How conflicted can one person get? The soul in question has some serious Anti-Tin scary fairy dust on hand and I am to steal the crap for to bury it. Today, however, is not one of those days where I want to sing-a about the moon-a and the june-a and the spring-a. Today is one of those days I want to rant and be writerly and moody, and.....do the things that I want to do! Not what my brain wants me to do. So I'm back to being filled with ire and nursing my low-grade anger. Let's hope the Anti-Tin doesn't show up with bunnies....
Have a video for your trouble. I would have put it on You Tube, but the bastards said it was too long. And here I thought I was only long winded in words..
The Writer's Rant from Tinhuviel on Vimeo.
**EDIT** Perhaps I would have been taken more seriously if I'd worn a different tee shirt that day. Maybe my 'I Haz a Bukket' or 'Can't Stop Writing or My Music Will Eat Me.' Pre-plan, boys and girls... Lesson here.
