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He was big and bent and grey and old...
To my dear elderly friends ( Read more... ) -
Saturday afternoon extemporizing...
I mention that old one-eyed bastard a lot. I was always fascinated with him, even as a kid, this terrifyingly wise and shifty manipulator, interfering usually for his own skewed gain. Equally malevolent and benevolent, depending entirely on whim - fierce and gentle, blessed and cursed, all in the one god. Mortal and yet near-invincible. Bölverk, ( Read more... ) -
About frickin' time
Freakin wonderful!
After almost four years, I'm back online. At home at least. No more wasting time at work on the net (liar), now I can waste time at home on the net! Without resorting to patchy GPRS mobile web ( Read more... ) -
Not about faith
Meeting under the Flinder's Street clocks for coffee tonight, if I can stop making excuses not to go. It's fear, mainly, but also heartbreak. How do I look into her eyes and not cringe from the things I've done? A less stubborn, less emotional, more stable person might be able to just move on, without a thought. Why can't I ( Read more... ) -
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He falls not whom true friends help forward on his way.
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Note: next time you decide to clean the air filter on your bike, read the bit in the manual that says you have to take the fuel tank off, and don't fill the bloody thing up 10 minutes before you work on it. 18 litres of fuel in a steel tank may not be heavy, but it is unwieldy ( Read more... ) -
Reminder #285
Edit SF stuff. And fix that pod episode, terribly cliched. More blood, less bullshit. -
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3 a.m. silences on Sunday nights seem the perfect time for writing ( Read more... )