'Salem's Lot

She had always consciously or unconsciously formed fear into a simple equation: fear = unknown. And to solve the equation, one simply reduced the problem to simple algebraic terms, thus: unknown = creaky board (or whatever), creaky board = nothing to be afraid of.
In the modern world all terrors could be gutted by simple use of the transitive axiom of equality. Some fears were justified, of course (you don't drive when you're too plowed to see, don't extend the hand of friendship to snarling dogs, don't go parking with boys you don't know - how did the old joke go? Screw or walk?), but until now she had not believed that some fears were larger than comprehension, apocalyptic and nearly paralyzing. This equation was insoluble. The act of moving forward at all became heroism.

She leaned out, caught him under the armpits, and dragged him up until he had caught a grip on the windowsill. Then he jackknifed himself in neatly. His sneakered feet thumped the carpet, and then the house was still again.
They found themselves listening to the silence, fascinated by it. There did not even seem to be the faint, high hum that comes in utter stillness, the sound of nerve endings idling in neutral. There was only the great dead soundlessness and the beat of blood in their own ears.
And yet they both knew, of course. They were not alone.

Day 17 - A song that you hear often on the radio

>>> Listen to Capital FM and you hear every song they play too often.

What Marcellus Wallace looks like

...a handy reference in case you forgot



Written and drawn by theoatmeal.com

I want all Freja Beha's tattoos

I love the idea of having a script tattoo, and the inner forearm is one of my ideal places. Frejas tattoos look understated, individual and cool.


I am thinking of a song lyric to have done, rather than a word or phrase. Either way, her tattoos are so inspiring. I want one.

Twins?

...I think so.




Day 16 - A song that you used to love but now hate

>>> Dancing in the Moonlight by Toploader

'Salem's Lot

Before drifting away entirely, he found himself reflecting - not for the first time - on the peculiarity of adults. They took laxatives, liquor or sleeping pills to drive away their terrors so that sleep would come, and their terrors were so tame and domestic; the job, the money, what the teacher will think if I can't get Jennie nicer clothes, does my wife still love me, who are my friends. They were pallid compared to the fears every child lies cheek and jowel with in his dark bed, with no one to confess to in hope of perfect understanding but another child. There is no group therapy or psychiatry or community social services for the child who must cope with the thing under the bed or in the cellar every night, the thing which leers and capers and threatens just beyond the point where vision will reach. The same lonely battle must be fought night after night and the only cure is the eventual ossification of the imaginary faculties, and this is called adulthood.

In some shorter, simpler mental shorthand, these thoughts passed through his brain. The night before, Matt Burke had faced such a dark thing and had been stricken by a heart seizure brought on by fright; tonight Mark Pertie had faced one, and ten minutes later lay in the lap of sleep, the plastic cross still grasped loosely in his right hand like a child's rattle. Such is the difference between men and boys.

Summer begins!

Finished my exams, finished school forever. Now I just have to keep hopeful that I have got into uni. Otherwise its alternative planning time. Either way, after 2 years of stress I can finally relax :)


Day 12 - A song from a band you hate

>>> anything by Scouting for Girls

Love this...

...video from Alex Pardee and Stephen Reedy, in which Pardee reveals the secrets to his monster drawing success (or not) >>>

Revision = depression

Counting down the days until exams are over (its 16) and my life can begin again. While im waiting for the 18th may to arrive, here are some gorgeous pictures by Thomas Bayrle (I found some of his postcards in a gallery in Koln) >>>




Day 10 - A song that makes you fall asleep

>>> Early Sunsets Over Monroeville by MCR