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ealgyldenNo House for me today, thanks to the weather, but luckily Little Sister is home from Bryn Mawrvelous for the holidays, and she both gets Fox and can be pouted into submission. So sooner or later, the tape shall be mine (huzzah). Instead I got my House-quota by rereading ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
serrico's excellent stories, Patient, Impatient (House and Wilson, BYOSubtext- lots, if you're me *g*) and Medicinal Purposes (House and Cuddy). Lovely, lovely banter/snark in both. Note to self, leave feedback, you nitwit. And though it had nothing to do with House (but with much to do with bitter banter), valarltd has a new Brimstone story (rarer than hen's teeth, those), perfect for the holidays. I knew Santa was creepy. shudder
Other than that, the big excitement in my day was my dishwasher deciding to heal itself from a frozen pipe by gushing water all over my kitchen. Good times. Why would I want a running water (in the sink, not on the floor, that is) and a dry floor in the middle of December anyway? Luxury! sigh Wish me plumbers, if you please.
I also played a lengthy round of "When the Heck Did I Buy That?" with my CD collection. The classical stuff mostly, since it's the largest subsection in my collection but for some reason I rarely remember where any of it came from. Besides, after the dishwasher situation, I was in the mood for some loud tympani or Kirsten Flagstad or something. "Classical Music That Can Kick Your Ass, Buster," that sort of thing. So a little Wagner, a little Holst, a little Mendelssohn (Elijah! Woo! Elijah rawks! *g*), and I was feeling much better. And then I found my copy of Penderecki's "Threnody for the Victims of Hiroshima." Have you ever heard this piece? Scariest piece of music I've ever heard, no lie. It's terrifying. I first heard it when I was thirteen and at summer camp at the local music college. We had master classes in our instrument (voice for me), plus Music Appreciation, Music History, composition or something similarly technical if you wanted, and various performance groups. So one day, my Music Appreciation teacher pops on an album, and this... thing... comes screeching out of the speakers, and I knew just how my chickens felt when a hawk flew over. That "just don't move" instinct. I never forgot it. I used to wake up from dreams with "Threnody" creeping around in my brain, and spend the rest of the night shivering. But with one thing and another, I didn't buy a copy of it until grad school (though I picked up a bunch of other Penderecki along the way). I think I've only listened to it three or four times since, but it's one of those pieces I needed to have. It must have haunted me all those years for a reason, right? Maybe buying a copy was some subconscious attempt at conquest by talisman. A failed one, since it hasn't lost any of its power to give me nightmares. I just... need to hear it sometimes. No idea why. It's... impressive? Frightening? Heartbreaking? Incredibly complicated? Really nothing like the sort of classical music I usually favor? All of the above, really. I just know I've never gotten over that first hearing all those years ago, so much so that I can barely listen to it now. I need to cordon it off with Bach or soothe it with Purcell or drown it out with Wagner. It's too much to take and too much to leave alone.
Speaking of Wagner... It was pretty much impossible for me not to cheat on this, albeit not deliberately, but I still couldn't resist.
You are one of the Valkyries. Odin's warrior
maidens who chose which men should die in
battle, carried them up to Valhalla, and looked
after them.
Which Norse Being are you?
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serrico's excellent stories, Patient, Impatient (House and Wilson, BYOSubtext- lots, if you're me *g*) and Medicinal Purposes (House and Cuddy). Lovely, lovely banter/snark in both. Note to self, leave feedback, you nitwit. And though it had nothing to do with House (but with much to do with bitter banter), valarltd has a new Brimstone story (rarer than hen's teeth, those), perfect for the holidays. I knew Santa was creepy. shudderOther than that, the big excitement in my day was my dishwasher deciding to heal itself from a frozen pipe by gushing water all over my kitchen. Good times. Why would I want a running water (in the sink, not on the floor, that is) and a dry floor in the middle of December anyway? Luxury! sigh Wish me plumbers, if you please.
I also played a lengthy round of "When the Heck Did I Buy That?" with my CD collection. The classical stuff mostly, since it's the largest subsection in my collection but for some reason I rarely remember where any of it came from. Besides, after the dishwasher situation, I was in the mood for some loud tympani or Kirsten Flagstad or something. "Classical Music That Can Kick Your Ass, Buster," that sort of thing. So a little Wagner, a little Holst, a little Mendelssohn (Elijah! Woo! Elijah rawks! *g*), and I was feeling much better. And then I found my copy of Penderecki's "Threnody for the Victims of Hiroshima." Have you ever heard this piece? Scariest piece of music I've ever heard, no lie. It's terrifying. I first heard it when I was thirteen and at summer camp at the local music college. We had master classes in our instrument (voice for me), plus Music Appreciation, Music History, composition or something similarly technical if you wanted, and various performance groups. So one day, my Music Appreciation teacher pops on an album, and this... thing... comes screeching out of the speakers, and I knew just how my chickens felt when a hawk flew over. That "just don't move" instinct. I never forgot it. I used to wake up from dreams with "Threnody" creeping around in my brain, and spend the rest of the night shivering. But with one thing and another, I didn't buy a copy of it until grad school (though I picked up a bunch of other Penderecki along the way). I think I've only listened to it three or four times since, but it's one of those pieces I needed to have. It must have haunted me all those years for a reason, right? Maybe buying a copy was some subconscious attempt at conquest by talisman. A failed one, since it hasn't lost any of its power to give me nightmares. I just... need to hear it sometimes. No idea why. It's... impressive? Frightening? Heartbreaking? Incredibly complicated? Really nothing like the sort of classical music I usually favor? All of the above, really. I just know I've never gotten over that first hearing all those years ago, so much so that I can barely listen to it now. I need to cordon it off with Bach or soothe it with Purcell or drown it out with Wagner. It's too much to take and too much to leave alone.
Speaking of Wagner... It was pretty much impossible for me not to cheat on this, albeit not deliberately, but I still couldn't resist.
You are one of the Valkyries. Odin's warrior
maidens who chose which men should die in
battle, carried them up to Valhalla, and looked
after them.
Which Norse Being are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
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