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| 10:56pm 23/07/2007 |
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mood: antedescendant music: Not the Omega Man soundtrack
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... no, wait...
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As per usual, I have about a million lj posts, emails, webcomics, /. articles and so on to catch up on.
As per usual, I'm probably going to procrastinate until it's too late.
One day, I'll get around to using this internet thing like I'm supposed to...
(PS - Chuck Heston is a scary, hairy man). |
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| Freezing finish |
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| 10:55pm 06/06/2007 |
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mood: freezing hands music: Madonna - Frozen
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... and so, the freezer is finally de-frosted.
Three sodden towels, 48 hours, and some effort have removed the work of ... centuries. Well, it looks like it, anyway.
I feel like a vandal. Who knows how long that frozen sculpture of apathy and bachelor-ness had been worked on, cherished and cultivated?
(Well, I do, actually. About two and a half years. )
Anyway, it's done with. The frozen mystery dishes have been sent to a facility capable of dealing with them. The shelves may one day fit where they were meant to.
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| Details, details... |
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| 12:52am 20/04/2007 |
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mood: slackered music: Lost in Transcription - The Crooked Fiddle Band
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Look, I know I keep saying "more details later", but I've been, well, really slack. And really busy. For example, I have a (nearly) full-time job now.
Anyways. If you're not already booked, there will be a party of the engagement type on the afternoon/evening of May 12th. Keep it free, if you can.
More details Real Soon Now, as in by the weekend.
Honest.
I mean it this time....
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| Back, and gone again |
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| 10:51pm 28/02/2007 |
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mood: knackered music: the insect zapper frying bugs
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So, out of hospital Sunday, and I'm off to Sydney tomorrow, carting my sister's stuff over there to install in her new flat. We've been packing and waterproofing the trailer all day. I'm stuffed.
Maybe next week, I'll actually get to spend some time in my own new place. |
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| Extraneous Material |
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| 11:37pm 15/02/2007 |
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mood: missing the point music: The photocopier doing its thing
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Posted this to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) scribblette's lj, and thought it was worth putting up for more to see.
Best review ever.
Although written many years ago, Lady Chatterley's Lover has
just been reissued by the Grove Press, and this pictorial
account of the day-to-day life of an English gamekeeper is
full of considerable interest to outdoor minded readers, as
it contains many passages on pheasant-raising, the
apprehending of poachers, ways to control vermin, and other
chores and duties of the professional gamekeeper.
Unfortunately, one is obliged to wade through many pages of
extraneous material in order to discover and savour those
sidelights on the management of a midland shooting estate,
and in this reviewer's opinion the book cannot take the place
of J.R. Miller's "Practical Gamekeeping."
-- Ed Zern, "Field and Stream", Nov., 1959
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| Right then. |
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| 02:32am 09/01/2007 |
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mood: drinking music: Yello - Drive/Driven
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Hi.
Yes, it's been a while.
Yes, I'm slack.
No, I haven't got any significant updates for you. I'll get to that. RSN.
In the meantime, I just felt that I had to propose a new drinking game that I came up with, inspired by this xkcd comic.
Game takes place in pub, at party, etc, with a group in some sort of vaguely circular arrangement, with drinks.
Game begins when someone says "I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die"1, or similar.
Game continues around circle (or however) with each successive participant coming up with a new variation on the line (see linked comic for examples). Participant may then take a drink. Failing to come up with a variation means a scull. An exceptionally poor variation means a scull. An extremely clever variation means a scull. And so on...
You can see how this goes. It's the sort of game the gentlemen from Goats would play.
So. I now expect you all to know what happens when I start this at some random event.
Real update any day now. Honest.
1: Note that the xkcd comic inserts "once", a common mis-quoting of the line. Like "Play it again, Sam". |
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| Prayer |
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| 02:11am 04/10/2006 |
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Grant us,
in our direst need,
the smallest gifts:
the nail of the horseshoe,
the pin of the axle,
the feather at the pivot point,
the pebble at the mountain's peak,
the kiss in despair,
the one right word.
In darkness, understanding.
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| RIP Celandine |
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| 01:59am 04/10/2006 |
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How is it that we can take animal life, but euthanasia is wrong?
Goodbye, puppy dog.
You were fantastic. |
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| Being Human |
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| 02:51am 29/07/2006 |
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mood: introspective music: Leonard Cohen - If It Be Your Will
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Good authors tell great stories.
Great authors also remind us what it is to be human.
"You go on. You just go on. There's nothing more to it, and there's no trick to make it easier. You just go on."
"What do you find on the other side? When you go on?"
She shrugged. "Your life again. What else?"
"Is that a promise?"
She picked up a pebble, fingered it, and tossed it into the water. The moon-lines bloomed and danced. "It's an inevitability. No trick. No choice. You just go on."
-- from Memory, by Lois McMaster Bujold. |
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