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Who's the daft mickle onkey, then?
Note to self: when the head climbs up out of the bottle? Chances are it's fitter to be poured over self's hair than down self's craw. Blech.
Further note to self: ...that bleeding crossbrace has Got to Go. Seriously. I can find better ways for tonal articulation than ramming the top of my hand against it and grinding. I've been at this long enough ( Read more... ) -
Enough, yeh?!
Here's how my day's gone thus far:- Was 'late' to a training session 'cos my laptop spent forty years updating some eejity java app that I didn't even know I had
- Managed to jam an ethernet cable into its little port thingummy - how, I could not say
- Destroyed (very likely) said port by wiggling, coaxing, and (at the very dyin' end) enlisting a ( Read more... )
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For my sins...
This came out of a chat with my sister this afternoon, in which I did the unthinkable.
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Writer's Block: Who's your daddy?
Well, I'd hardly call him historical in the sense of Alexander the Great or Napoleon Bonaparte (which I suspect is the actual question being asked), and I'd never want him for a dad really, but I've wondered from time to time how life would be as Willie Nelson's granddaughter.
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Writer's Block: A mile in these shoes
Since I tend to go on about her from time to time... I can see how this would go.
8.45 Sunday morning
The usual soft light filters in through the windows. Perhaps a breeze ruffles the curtains (that's odd, I haven't got curtains). I yawn, stretch, open my eyes proper, and ...mother of Jesus. Where the effing hell am I?
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...ouch
In which I whinge about how my instruments do batter me.
I caught cold at Labour Day weekend. Shaddow was visiting, and we'd agreed to help a friend out at Dragon*Con (which is a post for another day or never at all). I'll not say that the commitment was more than I'd expected it would be, 'cos this friend helps us out at A-Kon, and well he knows ( Read more... ) -
Yaarr! Paddle faster, I hear banjos!
So, Sunday was apparently Talk Like a Pirate Day. You know, trim the mainsails, pieces of eight, and all that shite, right? Right. However, since I'm keen on bucking trends, I opted to keep my grammar (mostly - there's only so much Proper I can manage before my nose starts to bleed) in check, and actually spend the day at doing something nautical.
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Morgan has been located
The girl, Morgan, that I posted about yesterday has apparently been found and is on her way home. Rumour has it, her story was posted and crossposted till somebody using Twitter recognised her in Carbondale, Il.
Power of the internet, eh?
