*~*Prepare to be Ravished*~*

Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Villains vs. Antagonists


Darth Vader-Star Wars
Lord Voldemort- Harry Potter
Tony Maconte
The Joker
Count Dracula
The Queen -Snow White
Dr. Doom
Count Rugen +Prince Humperdink

Jack Torrenze -The Shining
HAL 9000

Posted at 10:08 am by CentaurFirenze
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Saturday, November 26, 2005
The Manor Lord

1035. The Manor Lord
By George Houghton
BESIDE the landsman knelt a dame, 
  And slowly pushed the pages o'er; 
Still by the hearth-fire's spending flame 
  She waited, while a hollow roar 
Came from the chimney, and the breath         5
  Of twice seven hounds upon the floor; 
And, save the old man's labored moan, 
  The night had no sound more. 
The fire flickered; with a start 
  The master hound upflung his head;         10
Sudden he whined, when with one spring 
  Each hunter bounded from his bed,- 
And through rent blind and bolted door 
  All voiceless every creature fled; 
The blinking watcher closed her book;         15
  "Amen, our lord is dead!" 

Posted at 06:27 pm by CentaurFirenze
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Thursday, August 25, 2005
More on the Bear

Do you remember the purple bear???

This website has the article on what really happened to the purple bear. :)

Posted at 04:54 pm by CentaurFirenze
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Thursday, August 11, 2005
The Man's Solution to Women.

If any man ever completely figures out women, he will immediately write a book and make millions. Every man alive will buy two copies. Dead men will each buy three.

Unfortunately, the book will immediately be obsolete. All of the women in the world will hold a meeting in a restroom (and somewhere in the world, there is apparently a restroom large enough to hold every woman in the world -- it was last used when women thought John Grey was close to figuring them out). They will there agree to change every detail outlined in the book.

And men will be back to square one.

But at least we will understand our PAST relationships... :D :)

Two friends of mine, before they got married and moved to California used to have these set of rules that I found interesting. I thought I would incorporate myself when a woman that decides to move in with me.

1) They used to keep two envelopes in one of the kitchen cabinets. Both of them had 40 dollars in them. Basically, the rule was, once a month, one of them could grab one of those envelopes and hand it to the other. The one that received the envelope had to leave the appartment for the evening or afternoon depending on the time. They were suppose to use the money to go see a movie or hit a cafe or whatever. The purpose was the one that offered the envelope is say, "Darling, I love you, but I need to you to leave for a few hours or else you are going to drive me crazy."

2) They both got home from work at the same time. They would fall into the stereotypical routine that seem to haunt most couples. Women seem to want to discuss their day, while men just seem want to just be alone for a bit and rather avoid discussing their day. What they did, they would switch on who cooked meals which would always take a bit of time, and sit and discuss their day and such at the dinner table. That way Chuck got some down time, and Ashley and him could talk over a meal.

3) They developed a game they called, "TAKE FIVE". They would take all (4) fives from a deck of cards. If a fight was brewing, they could pick any of the four cards... If one of them played the five of spades, the person that picked up the card would leave the room for five minutes. If one picked up the five of clubs, it told the other person they had to leave the room for five minutes. If they five of diamonds was played they both left the room for five minutes leaving the argument in the room. If the five of hearts was played, well, I will leave it to your imaginations what happened then.....

Chuck and Ashley had a really good chemisty and a solid relationship that I think most people would envy. One reason I believed it was so, because they had certain honest underestandings of the other.

I think if those "honest understandings" gets blurred is when problems can creep in. The talk of subtlety and direct from earlier seems to contribute. I have seen in plenty of situations, and not just in my dating life. When women want to be subtle because they don't want to hurt their guy, not realizing when the full truth comes out they only hurt the guy more. While on the other hand, where a guy can be too direct and really hurt the feelings of the girl much more than they deserve. From this a cycle forms that is very difficult to stop or get off from.

Posted at 06:10 pm by CentaurFirenze
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Thursday, May 12, 2005
Besmirching your toasters

What kind of Disney Mobster Are You?

Now how about that. That's the oddest idea for a quiz ever......but I'm Tigger the Trigger, just in case you were wondering.

And a few more links....
How many of you have seen the new Harry Potter Trailer?

And the Chronicles of Narnia Trailer?

How about Star Wars?

Yes...I'm obsessed with movies for the moment. :)

Yes. Watched X-men again. Grrr....I love that man. Too bad he's fifty years older than I, an ocean away, and prefers men. *mope*

Random fact....
He played Maggie Smith in a "Weekend Update" skit on an episode of Saturday Night Live that he hosted.
....wish I could have seen this...

Egads!! Wishes DO come true!!!

You gotta love LoTR fans, they come up with the greatest stuff...

They have a picture of Ian....dressed as Dame Maggie Smith....smootching Jimmy Fallon!!!
*big shocked eyes*
I think I'm going to put it up as my computer background......

Posted at 04:26 pm by CentaurFirenze
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Monday, March 28, 2005
The Highway Man

Written By Alfred Noyes....

The version I'm currently enamoured with, sung by Lorenna McKennitt.

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding- riding-riding-
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.

Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter, Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

And dark in the old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where Tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked;
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the landlord's daughter, The landlord's red-lipped daughter,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say-

"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight, Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."

He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair i' the casement! His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(Oh, sweet black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the West.

He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon;
And out o' the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon,
When the road was a gipsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching- Marching-marching-
King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.

They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!
There was death at every window; And hell at one dark window;
For Bess could see, through the casement, the road that he would ride.

They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest;
They bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"Now keep good watch!" and they kissed her. She heard the dead man say-

Look for me by moonlight; Watch for me by moonlight;
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!

She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till here fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years,
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight, Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!

The tip of one finger touched it; she strove no more for the rest!
Up, she stood up to attention, with the barrel beneath her breast,
She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again;
For the road lay bare in the moonlight; Blank and bare in the moonlight;
And the blood of her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her love's refrain.

Trot-trot; trot-trot! Had they heard it? The horse-hoofs ringing clear;
Trot-trot, trot-trot
, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding, riding, riding!
The red-coats looked to their priming! She stood up strait and still!

Trot-trot, in the frosty silence! Trot-trot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight, Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him-with her death.

He turned; he spurred to the West; he did not know who stood Bowed,
With her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord's daughter, The landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.

Back,he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they shot him down on the highway, Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat.

And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding- riding-riding-
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.

Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard,
And he taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred;
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter, Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

Posted at 05:35 pm by CentaurFirenze
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Tuesday, March 22, 2005

It seems that in order to be a sucessful actor, you must portray Hamlet at least once in your career.

Alan Hamlet.

Kenneth Hamlet (Looks like a Malfoy, actually...)

Ian Hamlet.
Love the skull, McKellen....

And Mel Hamlet. :)

I liked Mel Gibson as Hamlet...he was really crazy! Kenneth Branagh talked too quickly, and Alan Rickman was too Rickmanish. I'm not too sure about Ian, as I've never seen it in movie form...

Posted at 12:50 pm by CentaurFirenze
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Saturday, February 26, 2005
Funny Joke

A wealthy old lady decides to go on a photo safari in Africa, taking her faithful aged poodle, Cuddles, along.
One day the poodle starts chasing butterflies and before long discovers she is lost. Wandering about Cuddles notices a leopard heading rapidly in her direction with the intention of having lunch.
The old poodle thinks " Oh oh, I'm in deep doo-doo now!" Noticing some bones on the ground close by she immediately settles down to chew on the bones with her back to the approaching leopard. Just as the cat is about to leap, the old poodle exclaims loudly, " Boy that was one delicious leopard! I wonder if there are any more around here?"
Hearing this , the young leopard halts his attack in mid-strike, a look of terror comes over him and he slinks away into the tress. "Whew!" says the leopard, "That was close. That old poodle nearly had me."
Meanwhile a monkey who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection from the leopard. So, off goes the monkey. The old poodle sees him heading after the leopard and knows something is up. The monkey soon catches up with the leopard, spills the beans, and strikes a deal with the leopard.
The young leopard is furious at being made a fool of and says, "Here, monkey, hop on my back and see whats going to happen to that conniving canine!"
Now, the old poodle sees the leopard coming with the monkey on his back and thinks, "What am I going to do now?". Instead of running, Cuddles sits down with her back to her attackers, pretending she hasn't seen them. When they are close enough to hear, the old poodle says, " Where's that damm monkey? I sent him off an hour ago to bring me another leopard"

The morals of this story.....

Don't mess with old farts. Age and treachery always overcome youth and skill.

Posted at 04:48 pm by CentaurFirenze
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Wednesday, February 16, 2005

I just got the coolest book...it's the Canterbury Tales, but on the opposing page from the actual text, is the text in modern english!!! Very good too, because all the 'Geedy's and 'flyther's were driving me nuts. ^_^

And to honour i's magnificence.....

Paul Bettany as Geoffery Chaucer!!!

Posted at 06:59 pm by CentaurFirenze
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Friday, January 21, 2005
David Bowie

Itís such a sad love
Deep in your eyes, a kind of pale jewel
Open and closed within your eyes
I'll place the sky within your eyes

There's such a fooled heart
Beating so fast in search of new dreams
A love that will last within your heart
Iíll place the moon within your heart

As the pain sweeps through
Makes no sense for you
Every thrill has gonst
Wasnít too much fun at all
But Iíll be there for you-oo-oo
As the world falls down
(as the world) falling down
Falling in love

Iíll paint you mornings of gold
Iíll spin you valentine evenings
Though weíre strangers till now
Weíre choosing the path between the stars
Iíll leave my love between the stars

As the pain sweeps through
Makes no sense for you
Every thrill has gone
Wasnít too much fun at all
But Iíll be there for you-oo-oo
As the world falls down
(as the world falls)
As the world falls down
Falling in love

Posted at 03:08 pm by CentaurFirenze
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Farligue [Phar-Lih-Gyoo] : interj. An expression of great joy and luck.

Joxer the mighty,
roams through the countryside,
he never needs a place to hide,
with Gabby as his side-kick,
fighting with her little stick,
Righting wrongs and singing songs,
Being mighty all day long,
He's Joxer, Joxer the mighty!
Joxer the mighty,
he's very tidy,
Everyone admires him,
he's so handsome it's a sin,
when things get grim,
he'll take it on the chin,
If you're in jeapordy,
caught by the enemy,
Don't call the calvary,
There's a better remedy,
Although he doesn't work for free,
He's every man's trustee,
He's every woman's fantasy,
Plus he's good company.
Look out!
It's Joxer, Joxer the Mighty,
It's Joxer...Joxer the Mighty!

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