March 2011
1 post
Alistair is coming home.
viva-lavieboheme:
i really do miss him quite alot when he’s gone.
(this whole post probably made him feel uncomforatble. whatevs.)
For some reason, I clicked onto this and wondered where the Glee pictures were from. Seconds later I witnessed the song of the first one.
Magic.
January 2011
2 posts
Now I've got my breath back:
sylleptic:
Thank you. All of you. For putting up with me being a horrible whiny creature for the past month or so, for being so supportive and lovely, for all your congratulations just now. I love you all. (Admittedly I am kind of in love with the entire universe at this precise moment in time, but do not let that diminish the strength of the love I feel for you guys. I put this news here before...
December 2010
7 posts
Withnail: I've some extremely distressing news.
Marwood: I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear anything! Oh God, it's a nightmare, I tell you, it's a nightmare.
Withnail: We just ran out of wine. What are we gonna do about it?
Marwood: I don't know, I don't know. Oh God, I don't feel good. Look, my thumbs have gone weird! I'm in the middle of a bloody overdose. Oh God. My heart's beating like a fucked clock! I feel dreadful, I feel really dreadful!
Withnail: So do I, so does everybody. Look at my tongue; it's wearing a yellow sock. Sit down for Christ's sake, what's the matter with you? Eat some sugar.
“Every one says forgiveness is a lovely idea, until they have something to...”
– C.S. Lewis (via bitchville)
October 2010
3 posts
Gaydar Blackout
somethingeveryday:
Indie lads are a problematic temptation when seeking that cure to frustration: impossible to know which ones’ll say ‘no!’ and which ones really want you to fuck ‘em.
Talk To Me About Love: Talk To Me About Love →
talktomeaboutlove:
Talk to me about love. Tell me what it means to you. Tell me who, or what, your first crush was. Tell me who you’re pining for and who you hate. Obsession, hate and love are so closely linked. Tell me about the boy in fifth grade who brought you a pebble with your name scratched onto it. Tell me…
September 2010
33 posts
nice
midnightoil:
it would just be nice to be held after a day like today. sometimes i can actually feel the way i would sit against the couch between your legs, against your chest. you’d rest your chin heavily on my head and close your eyes.
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alistairjames:
recreational-impossibilities:
alistairjames:
Paha, don’t get involved. There’s still time for you to run away.
GO ON WITHOUT ME
But crossing the synaptic cleft is so hard!
I’m not sure the diffusion gradient is there for me to travel along :P
Just—
(L)
But there’s only one of you, so you’re never going up a concentration gradient…
This...
Alistairjames
trabbytramp:
I appreciate your help, thank you very much :D I’m going to try and finish everything, and hopefully salvage at least 3 hours of decent sleep now.
Thankyou. I needed to re-learn some biology (and still do :| )
Have a fun day overthinking the depolarisation wave (:
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recreational-impossibilities:
alistairjames:
Paha, don’t get involved. There’s still time for you to run away.
GO ON WITHOUT ME
But crossing the synaptic cleft is so hard!
I’m not sure the diffusion gradient is there for me to travel along :P
Just—
(L)
But there’s only one of you, so you’re never going up a concentration gradient…
recreational-impossibilities liked your post:...
Paha, don’t get involved. There’s still time for you to run away.
GO ON WITHOUT ME
It's release
When the wave of depolarisation reaches the end of the presynaptic one, Ca2+ channels (voltage-gated) open and Ca2+ move in and cause little vesicles of neurotransmitter (ACh) to fuse with the membrane (exocytosis?). If Ca2+ can’t get in, nothing happens at the synapse.
3 tags
Brain’s not working for the real world today. I tried it. The street people made it clear I wasn’t supposed to be out here. Scurry from underground workshop to historic reading room. Feed, then theatre. The life of the artist I sometimes wish I were.
Entombed by ceiling-high cases of leather-bound tomes which look down on me and which I cannot touch. Rubber sole rubs on parquet...
Feng shui is nine tenths of the law
I wish I had the time to read everything
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III
Boxing Day. The usual crowd. Bright kitchen’s full of food and people and wine and steam. A small banquet’s been laid out on the table— cheese and ham whirls, malteasers in bowls, fans of celery, and profiteroles.
All the glasses are out, scarcely enough.
Sarah’s one-way system round the island counter is causing confusion and congestion. —Can you just rinse— —Ooh! How are the...
cosmicbus:
Christian Scott, “The Eraser” [orig....
3 tags
II
Appreciate that warm spot: helps to navigate in the dark. Windows now striped with dry moonlight. The kettle didn’t take this long before. Thank god there’s milk in here: no idea what’s out there. No way.
A drum roll from the kettle, then a noise from the porch. Frozen feet, frozen thoughts, frozen body. Slowly slowly heat conducts from warm tiles.
Thaws fear. Peep through...
4 tags
I
Grandparents’ kitchen rain streaks down the windows floor is cold on shoeless toes but there’s coconut cake in the oven
orange juice and apple juice then rearranging the fridge magnets— all to the edges but don’t fall off or get too high to reach jump. swing. grab. miss move on
why do two people need all those glasses there’s music on that’s nice music find a...
1 tag
The Lady In Red
The lady in red lives in a distant land and only sees me on occasion brings jollity colour and a sense of humour to every family celebration
Walks to work, has Wednesdays off, loves her job. Her wardrobe isn’t trendy, but she knows how to dress not in torpid tartan trouser suits (Mum…)
Throws the best parties. Knows how to have a good time. Gives the best presents. Knows exactly what...
c/aught
midnightoil:
there seems to be rocks in my throat because when I go to tell you, the words get caught jagged
and rough. so I keep them in my mouth until you look away. I hold them under my tongue. or bite into them
with my molars. I chew my words. swallow them back down. or blow them into a bubblegum bubble and pop it.
I spit them into the bushes when you light your cigarette, pick them out...
3 tags
Sheila
This global navigation satellite system, not just an in-car electronic map, had got so many flaws it’s hard to list ‘em. In fact she could just be described as crap.
The awful thing is that she’s so insistent, and never takes a moment off to think; my personal persistent lane assistant is driving me in circles and to drink.
Quite often she will only serve to hinder: I know the...
OMG I can write in maths on my amazing new laptop!
Yeah, I took the grandparents shopping today. The grandmother was absolutely hilarious in Dunelm, looking at rugs and tea caddies and kitchen roll holders, and all the other things I desperately need for uni.
It was actually the best.
Then we went back to their house (I drove and went the wrong way), and had Chorley cakes (OMNOMNOM).
In other news, I’m going to Settle tomorrow to see...
1 tag
Nearly
Sitting, sagging, lying, on trampoline, unseen. Hear birds, watch clouds. Smell smoke, taste beer. The inevitable, the prevented: Stop it! Cheeky.
Half five, sunrise, neighbours are chirping. That afternoon feeling sets in.
After two days of blurry slurry haze, filesmoke, cheery coffeeshop chatter, worry, and fears abated.
The energy sink, the relief, warrants some kind of release. But no, not...
“Religion is like a penis, It’s fine to have one, It’s fine to be proud of it,...”
– The Interweb (via sky-blue-sky)
1 tag
Slapper
Awkward glances waiting for a train. When they’re from him to me I can barely contain
my arrogance fuelled by this outright flattery. I’m a lecher all the time but this is a different matter, he
changes position to get a better look. I know what he’s after, and it rhymes with “duck”.
My train pulls in, I stand up to go. He stays sat down. It’s an unspoken...
August 2010
12 posts
zainyk:
alistairjames:
Yeahh baby!
Medicine, Cambridge. Smartest guy on tumblr?
WELL DONE!
Awwh, shucks. ^_^
So so excited!
3 tags
For Fear of Hubris
Teenagers around the peaceful nation sit and wait in anxious expectation, wriggle, writhe, quiver and sigh, jitter and splutter and shake. Wring energetic hands.
A combination of a secret complex electronic monster (available from midmorning) and hazy, woozy, hay-fevery memories of exam hall grids and dropped pen lids (how embarrassing).
This is what decides our fate(s). We worry, whether we...