[FIC] Meditations on a Fall, part 1 (Star Wars, Dooku, gen, 3-sentence drabbles)

A day of nothing but waiting for other people to do their jobs, and of course my vampire muses have taken a runner. Fortunately a certain (ex)Jedi is too polite to refuse me.

First 25 of a set of 50 prompts from 1character, but using three sentences for each prompt. No pairing, no sense, no purpose apart from being able to say "This is the Yan Dooku in my head."

( Meditations on a Fall, part 1 )

Friday meme

thefridayfive:

1.) Do you believe in God or a higher power?

Yes, to both. I believe there's one big G, genderless, all-knowing, ineffable, etc, etc, but it's not the only thing out there.

2.) Are good and evil just concepts, or real powers in the universe?

Concepts, though powers may subscribe to either. I'm still looking for a good semantic definition of those terms, too.

3.) What is your view on forgiveness?

Granting it is the greatest grace one can aspire to. It doesn't mean forgetting. And if you want forgiveness, for Lucifer's sake don't ask for it - freely given or bust.

4.) Do organized religions do more harm than good?

They're good as a form of social structure, and they serve as one of the forces that balance out the social order. As with other such forces (governments, capitalists etc, etc) it's not a good thing if they gain the upper hand permanently

5.) If you had a day to spend playing God, what would you do?

Remake the world in my image, of course. Failing that, look for a tall long-haired vampire to shag ^_^V

Opening ceremony of the winter Olympics

I hereby nominate the Turin Winter Olympics for most far-out opening ceremony ever O_O

Honestly. The whole thing was apparently designed by Gabriella Pesucci, who did costume design for Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and Van Helsing.

That explains the Willy Wonka and Alice in Wonderland meets degenerate eighteenth-century ball meets Anne Rice meets Botticelli on LSD bits. I'm even willing to let the renaissance flag-twirling cheerleaders pass, because the hose looked good on these guys' legs.

I still want an explanation of why they assembled a Ferrari sports car on stage and then had it go crazy, bathing the stage in smoke from the engine and the smoked rubber. And why Willy Wonka took his clothes off and climbed onto a parade float on fire, with a motorcycle on top of it, as an army of Japanese men in full war paint did karate kata.

EDIT: I would like to note that I wrote this before Yoko Ono and Peter Gabriel appeared to sing "Imagine" together.

Also, Signor Pavarotti? The Phantom called. He wants his chandelier back.