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DON'T GIVE NONE FUCKS.
June 16th
11:52 PM
and yes I said yes I will Yes.
So pleased with my Bloomsday shirt. I’m going to be wearing it more than once a year, I think! (Wish I hadn’t messed up the spacing on the second line, but that’s what happens when I freehand lettering I guess.)
None of the customers at work mentioned my shirt, but then my name tag lanyard was kind of in the way of it all, so…

and yes I said yes I will Yes.

So pleased with my Bloomsday shirt. I’m going to be wearing it more than once a year, I think! (Wish I hadn’t messed up the spacing on the second line, but that’s what happens when I freehand lettering I guess.)

None of the customers at work mentioned my shirt, but then my name tag lanyard was kind of in the way of it all, so…

12:08 AM

HAPPY BLOOMSDAY!

I may or may not be wearing clothing with a Ulysses quote to work… it may or may not be the final eight words of the book… and if any customers recognize it (it’s a damn recognizable line, right?) they’ll be my favorite people ever.

It’s actually not my favorite line in the book, but I thought my favorite passage was rather too long to be on a shirt…

With what meditations did Bloom accompany his demonstration to his companion of various constellations?
Meditations of evolution increasingly vaster: of the moon invisible in incipent lunation, approaching perigee: of the infinite lattiginous scintillating uncondensed milky way, discernible by daylight by an observer placed at the lower end of a cylindrical vertical shaft 5000 ft deep sunk from the surface towards the centre of the earth: of Sirius (alpha in Canis Major) 10 lightyears (57,000,000,000,000 miles) distant and in volume 900 times the dimension of our planet: of Arcturus: of the precession of equinoxes: of Orion with belt and sextuple sun theta and nebula in which 100 of our solar systems could be contained: of moribund and of nascent new stars such as Nova in 1901: of our system plunging towards the constellation of Hercules: of the parallax or parallactic drift of socalled fixed stars, in reality evermoving from immeasurably remote eons to infinitely remote futures in comparison with which the years, threescore and ten, of alloted human life formed a parenthesis of infinitesimal brevity.

I do so love Ithaca and the way it wavers between exact data and poetic distraction.

May 27th
4:50 AM
I’m just gonna go ahead and start using the #and yes I said yes I will Yes tag for things I need to agree with on a sexual level. Because Molly Bloom really did say it best.

I’m just gonna go ahead and start using the #and yes I said yes I will Yes tag for things I need to agree with on a sexual level. Because Molly Bloom really did say it best.

December 18th
3:04 AM
Eumaeus. I’m dying. This should not be this funny. I should possibly go to bed.

Eumaeus. I’m dying. This should not be this funny. I should possibly go to bed.

2:58 AM
This is only funny to me, but seriously, Ithaca is too perfect for their bizarre bromance in this episode.
Sam is Bloom, obv.

This is only funny to me, but seriously, Ithaca is too perfect for their bizarre bromance in this episode.

Sam is Bloom, obv.

2:44 AM
Okay, I’m good.

Okay, I’m good.

2:18 AM
(via Autostraddle — Glee Psychotic Episode 309 Recap)
Can we just imagine, for a moment, that he actually started reading Ulysses? I’m thinking from Oxen. Like…

Before born babe bliss had. Within womb won he worship. Whatever in that  one case done commodiously done was. A couch by midwives attended with  wholesome food reposeful cleanest swaddles as though forthbringing were  now done and by wise foresight set: but to this no less of what drugs  there is need and surgical implements which are pertaining to her case  not omitting aspect of all very distracting spectacles in various  latitudes by our terrestrial orb offered together with images, divine  and human, the cogitation of which by sejunct females is to tumescence  conducive or eases issue in the high sunbright wellbuilt fair home of  mothers when, ostensibly far gone and reproductitive, it is come by her  thereto to lie in, her term up.

Yeah, considering what an acid trip the rest of that episode was, I feel like a little Joyce would’ve fit in nicely.
Yes, I did purposely find a bit that said “tumescence.”
Can someone make a crossover blog where Glee characters say Joyce lines? I’m very interested in this as a concept.

(via Autostraddle — Glee Psychotic Episode 309 Recap)

Can we just imagine, for a moment, that he actually started reading Ulysses? I’m thinking from Oxen. Like…

Before born babe bliss had. Within womb won he worship. Whatever in that one case done commodiously done was. A couch by midwives attended with wholesome food reposeful cleanest swaddles as though forthbringing were now done and by wise foresight set: but to this no less of what drugs there is need and surgical implements which are pertaining to her case not omitting aspect of all very distracting spectacles in various latitudes by our terrestrial orb offered together with images, divine and human, the cogitation of which by sejunct females is to tumescence conducive or eases issue in the high sunbright wellbuilt fair home of mothers when, ostensibly far gone and reproductitive, it is come by her thereto to lie in, her term up.

Yeah, considering what an acid trip the rest of that episode was, I feel like a little Joyce would’ve fit in nicely.

Yes, I did purposely find a bit that said “tumescence.”

Can someone make a crossover blog where Glee characters say Joyce lines? I’m very interested in this as a concept.

June 19th
2:42 PM
Via
I would just like to note that she’s at the end of the book, which means she’s reading the Penelope chapter, reading Molly Bloom’s soliloquy, about to get to “yes I said yes I will Yes.”

I would just like to note that she’s at the end of the book, which means she’s reading the Penelope chapter, reading Molly Bloom’s soliloquy, about to get to “yes I said yes I will Yes.”

June 17th
2:46 AM
Via
juliettetang:

“Think you’re escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.” -James Joyce, Ulysses
Did you know today is Bloomsday, an annual commemoration of James Joyce’s Ulysses?

I had a really terrific Bloomsday. An unexpectedly wonderful day.
Also I’m glad there’s a hat in this photo. Bloom had a hat fetish. Seriously, go read through Ulysses and just note every time there’s a hat mentioned. There’s so. many. hats.

juliettetang:

“Think you’re escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.” -James Joyce, Ulysses

Did you know today is Bloomsday, an annual commemoration of James Joyce’s Ulysses?

I had a really terrific Bloomsday. An unexpectedly wonderful day.

Also I’m glad there’s a hat in this photo. Bloom had a hat fetish. Seriously, go read through Ulysses and just note every time there’s a hat mentioned. There’s so. many. hats.

October 17th
9:49 PM

"Dress does it. Nothing like a dressy appearance. Bowls them over."
-characters in James Joyce’s Ulysses confirm my theories