But the peripatetics of long-haired aesthetics are very much more to their taste
I am now the proud owner of a paid account for the next year, thanks to the kindness of
setsuled. And what better way to inaugurate my new status than with a silly quiz? Sneaked from
darcydodo, although I am not a mezzo:


Which Trouser Role Are You?

You're the Komponist! You're endearingly arrogant, and arrogantly endearing. You live in a state of utter seriousness with intermittent transports of rapture. You think that, by virtue of your own high-minded genius, you're immune to the worldly wiles of women, but . . . don't you be so sure.
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And with that, I have some more sonnets to write.
Which Trouser Role Are You?
You're the Komponist! You're endearingly arrogant, and arrogantly endearing. You live in a state of utter seriousness with intermittent transports of rapture. You think that, by virtue of your own high-minded genius, you're immune to the worldly wiles of women, but . . . don't you be so sure.
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And with that, I have some more sonnets to write.

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Billy Bragg & Wilco, "Ingrid Bergman"
Not being a fan of Wilco, still, that sounds interesting.
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I discovered it on the livejournal of someone who realized a few weeks ago that for years they had been confusing Ingrid and Ingmar Bergman. It was very sweet. "Let's go make a picture on the island of Stromboli, Ingrid Bergman . . ."
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If this intermittent Bergman-fest keeps up, then, you should definitely come for Autumn Sonata. You can be as mistaken as you like about whether Ingrid or Ingmar was involved and still be right.
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