| Thursday, November 19th, 2009 |
| 8:58 pm |
two
 from her uncle sparky she got a big furry tarantula and a book called "banana!" |
| Wednesday, November 18th, 2009 |
| 11:34 am |
no more yams from the little black cat
i googled farmville cheats yesterday but discovered nothing i didn't already know (viz that if you lock the farmer in the toilet you will harvest everything much faster!) |
| Tuesday, November 17th, 2009 |
| 10:12 pm |
haha that was weird
a skype three-way during heavy interweb traffic where both the ppl i wz tryin to talk to were also talkin to someone in the room with them -- the pictures were klimt in a blender and the sound resembled scanner's difficult third alb |
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| Monday, November 16th, 2009 |
| 11:39 am |
and did you see bendy clear?
i am in perverse mourning* -- perhaps i will buy my first oyster card in protest at the lost years *i liked the little seat up front all by itself |
| Sunday, November 15th, 2009 |
| 10:26 pm |
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| 8:22 pm |
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| 11:56 am |
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| Thursday, November 12th, 2009 |
| 12:09 pm |
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| Tuesday, November 10th, 2009 |
| 9:51 am |
i dremt i dremt (history of science)
clearly inspired by a story ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) piratemoggy told me of her wicked wild youth, i dremt of how the elizabethans discovered that phosphorus will burn you = by dropping it down inside their clothes, basically i: they had discovered phosphorus and were pleased with themselves ii: they put the phosphorus they had discovered in a big bowl iii: a sugercube-sized chunk of it popped up like popcorn and landed on the bare chest of a fellow whose elizabethan garb was surprisingly lowcut... iv:... and slid down inside v: he started bellowing so everyone else put phosphorus down THEIR neckline vi: the final scene was a parade of the various burns displayed by lots of very glum-looking elizabethans hurrah for double chem |
| Monday, November 9th, 2009 |
| 3:57 pm |
oh i ching you are very coy this season!
 "If the water in the lake gathers untl it rises above the earth, there is danger of a break-through."  "It is favorable to find friends in the West and South To forego friends in the East and North" "... the mare combines the strength and swiftness of the horse with the gentleness and devotion of the cow" |
| Sunday, November 8th, 2009 |
| 10:20 am |
quick bomfiretreasonplop notes b4 i go out
T and her excellent if disorientating new hairdo cycled (!) over from west london for rooftop view of all of london's fireworks shows (except the northwest: sorry northwest, you are behind an building), while we drank wine and ate grubb -- bacon sossidge and fried rice -- and chatted to the twins who live in no.4: little displays all round the horizon, what we took to be blackheath the clear winner, until victoria park started up, 45 mins late, but OOOOO! one of their starbursts had a thing where all the little points of light sort of shimmied sideways a bit after the explosion; and another one created red lovehearts then a fiery dragon which flew low and burst with a huge bang over bywatercanada water obv |
| Friday, November 6th, 2009 |
| 2:14 pm |
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| 1:08 am |
of kindly ghosts
though i've been back now and then, it's a lifetime since i spent full true friend-time with rob and his semi-random housemates in far shepherds bush -- i remember a nice party at his where i teased cath h abt the ugly guy who was dogging her -- and half a lifetime since i last escaped the crush of carnival in lovely gentle steph's weird-shaped ladbroke grove flat: rob's more than 20 years dead now, and cath got married and steph ended up i know not where -- she fled london for the crusty nomad trail and we lost touch -- so the nice thing about an evening spent at entirely practical friend-time things (helping piratemoggy move house) in that potentially haunted zone is that the lost and the vanished didn't feel needy any more, so much as amused and supportive update: er obviously this wasn't the ONLY nice thing, bcz i was with piratemoggy and triffidfarmer and friedslice and hoshuteki, which is the definition of nice all round, but yes: ghosts being ghosts, it is nice when they agree with you about the living... |
| Wednesday, November 4th, 2009 |
| 11:07 am |
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| 10:10 am |
a wasp is in love with my hair
arrived in my bedroom as i got up, buzzed intimately round me as i stumbled round grabbing my clothes, vanished as i moved to bathroom to wash and dress -- so i thought i had given it the slip except when i looked in the mirror there it was sitting on my head! would not go out of the window into the cold, preferring to nuzzle me obviously i am warm and smell nice but TAKE A HINT D00D it is still probably lurking in the bathroom, my tiny stripy stalker update: ASLMAD :( |
| Tuesday, November 3rd, 2009 |
| 7:50 pm |
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| Monday, November 2nd, 2009 |
| 5:44 pm |
lj enlighten me
who has read steve fuller's book on kuhn and is it any good? fuller seems a bit of a massive twit based on his online behaviour, even tho he often riles people i quite like seeing riled: i can't work out how much this is my knee jerking basically |
| 11:11 am |
i dremt i dremt (legendary world-famous critic retd. dept)
I dremt that PITCHFORK asked me to review a remixed reissue of HORSES by PATTI SMITH. Naturally I gave it a mark so high that Scott Plagenhoef's less famous and possibly imaginary brother DALE convened a conference to see if this number even existed. The conference was to be held, as naturally, at the house I grew up in, viz the Queen Anne mansion turned Field Centre PRESTON MONTFORD HALL, where mum and dad had a tiny little flat till I was 12. When I got there no one except Dale had turned up, so we waited out by the long high wall that in the old days separated the little kitchen garden from the bins, leaning on the back gate gazing over the field as it dips undulates and rises towards the steep high riverbank. If you walk to the skyline you can look down at the Severn snaking fatly through Shropshire. My surely inaccurate memory tells me that in one of the years of great cold -- 1963? -- the entire flood plain froze, to the horizon, and all Shropshire came out to skate on it. The last bit wasn't in the dream, but came into my head the moment I woke. |
| Sunday, November 1st, 2009 |
| 3:15 pm |
the wrekin heaves
mmph am feelin a bit under the weather -- may just be lack of sleep, may have got a chill driving up here from london, may be self-loathing after after the shamefully poor attempts at comedy writing i just delivered a friend for her xmas work do.. at least she won't ask again! |
