What free love is free of is love, what.
Feb. 14th, 2006 02:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
e_clareI succeeded in my goal of having fun with Valentines Day this year by spending the entire evening yesterday making valentines and watching the Olympics. We finally found a use for all the old man-wall photos and various odd pictures I've been hoarding for four years: turn them into valentines! I made cheesy movie valentines for a bunch of people, and came up with far more clever one-liners for banannagoats' efforts than my own.
My personal favorite was the Eddie Izzard one: "Cake, death, or me? / Ciaaoo, Valentine!" I'm also pretty proud of the Gone With The Wind effort ("Give a damn, my dear -- be my Valentine!").
Ultimately, 'Goats wins at life for my valentine: essentially a pocket-sized man-wall, she took all my favorite tiny photos and put them into a flipbook. It's kind of amazing, and I'll love it forever -- it's four years'-worth of in-jokes, attractive men, friendship and love, all rolled into one 3x5 package. ♥ ♥ ♥
So now I spent the afternoon running around, handing out cards and generally spreading the love. On tonight's agenda: an extended film screening/make-up class for Documentaries; the men's skating short program; and probably more lounging around and eating chocolate. Hopefully there will also be wine. This could be a very good day indeed.
"I don't know how to write love. I try to write it properly, and it just comes out embarassing...Perhaps I should write it completely artificial. Blank verse. Poetic imagery. Not so much of the 'Will you still love me when my tits are droopy?' 'Of course I will darling, it's your bum I'm mad for', and more of the 'By my troth, thy beauty makest the moon hide her radiance.' Loving and being loved is unliterary. It's happiness expressed in banality and lust." - Stoppard, The Real Thing.
My personal favorite was the Eddie Izzard one: "Cake, death, or me? / Ciaaoo, Valentine!" I'm also pretty proud of the Gone With The Wind effort ("Give a damn, my dear -- be my Valentine!").
Ultimately, 'Goats wins at life for my valentine: essentially a pocket-sized man-wall, she took all my favorite tiny photos and put them into a flipbook. It's kind of amazing, and I'll love it forever -- it's four years'-worth of in-jokes, attractive men, friendship and love, all rolled into one 3x5 package. ♥ ♥ ♥
So now I spent the afternoon running around, handing out cards and generally spreading the love. On tonight's agenda: an extended film screening/make-up class for Documentaries; the men's skating short program; and probably more lounging around and eating chocolate. Hopefully there will also be wine. This could be a very good day indeed.
"I don't know how to write love. I try to write it properly, and it just comes out embarassing...Perhaps I should write it completely artificial. Blank verse. Poetic imagery. Not so much of the 'Will you still love me when my tits are droopy?' 'Of course I will darling, it's your bum I'm mad for', and more of the 'By my troth, thy beauty makest the moon hide her radiance.' Loving and being loved is unliterary. It's happiness expressed in banality and lust." - Stoppard, The Real Thing.
