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Dec. 18th, 2003 12:22 amJust back from seeing The Damned who were great! My first mosh pit, awww, well, bounce pit :)
Dec. 18th, 2003
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Dec. 18th, 2003 09:44 amI want to write; But I'm not sure what, small snippets of ideas keep popping into my head and threaten to burst out into a paragraph or so of random prose, story or... just plain something or other. This is annoying because so far nothings happened, I've had several stop start grabs at what I'm thinking and I just know as soon as I walk home for lunch I'll braindump something, thankfully I have my dictaphone with me; well I think I do anyway.
Concepts spewed through my head so far include giant clouds of marshmallows, the futility of gathering time just to waste it, the colour of the number seven, small pieces of topaz that might be used to build artificial lemons, black and white dancing ewok minstrel shows and other stuff that I probably shouldn't think about as it gives me a headache.
Are headaches just your brain warning you to stop thinking about something?
I identity with way too much, way too easily sometimes. I hid a mood (behind the couch) and now I find myself linking my life, universe and wavelength to anything and everything around me; any coincidence will do, especially in music and songs. But even piles of sticks if I'm feeling particularly open. Sticks and stones.
I remembered what it is about live music, you feel it as much as hear it; feel the air moving, and your internal organs shaking with the bass.
Martians would have a field day with copyright issues if they landed; I can see lawyers popping up all over the place for them, and alien rights groups. Probably safer for them to stay out of sight and just appear in sitcoms.
It's all been done before, just this time we added more soya sauce.
And pan down, past the clouds, into the fields. Look for the lone grazing cow in the field unaware of anything other than the grass she's eating.
Now ask yourself, is that contentment?
Concepts spewed through my head so far include giant clouds of marshmallows, the futility of gathering time just to waste it, the colour of the number seven, small pieces of topaz that might be used to build artificial lemons, black and white dancing ewok minstrel shows and other stuff that I probably shouldn't think about as it gives me a headache.
Are headaches just your brain warning you to stop thinking about something?
I identity with way too much, way too easily sometimes. I hid a mood (behind the couch) and now I find myself linking my life, universe and wavelength to anything and everything around me; any coincidence will do, especially in music and songs. But even piles of sticks if I'm feeling particularly open. Sticks and stones.
I remembered what it is about live music, you feel it as much as hear it; feel the air moving, and your internal organs shaking with the bass.
Martians would have a field day with copyright issues if they landed; I can see lawyers popping up all over the place for them, and alien rights groups. Probably safer for them to stay out of sight and just appear in sitcoms.
It's all been done before, just this time we added more soya sauce.
And pan down, past the clouds, into the fields. Look for the lone grazing cow in the field unaware of anything other than the grass she's eating.
Now ask yourself, is that contentment?
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Dec. 18th, 2003 11:08 amI feel the urge to spiff up my rather drab journal, are there any easy guides around anywhere as opposed to the rather intimidating one on LJ. The days of me scripting HTML like easy prose having long gone.
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Dec. 18th, 2003 11:43 am( My work dress code )
Hmmm, this may not fit in with my quasi-plan of gothing up for my last day this year as a frilly shirt and a frock coat may not consitute "businesslike".
Hmmm, this may not fit in with my quasi-plan of gothing up for my last day this year as a frilly shirt and a frock coat may not consitute "businesslike".
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Dec. 18th, 2003 01:55 pmChristmas Puzzle
There is a river with a boat; on one side there are three chickens and a fox. All the chickens are corn fed, except one who has been steadily building up an immunity to sodium fluoracetate and has eaten enough to kill six grown rhinos. The fox however has a scalpel, duct tape and three plastic spoons that can carry 15 cl each. The boat can contain 45 cu ft of water and travels at three miles an hour upstream and twelve kilometres an hour downstream. The wind is currently blowing at 3 knots in a south south west direction, the river is 16 degrees off parallel from the latitude line. Rain is forecast with a six percent chance of a hurricane developing that will panel everything for six miles into matchsticks. The fox however has home insurance, but no property insurance for his boat unless he can convince the insurance reclaims people that his boat was docked at the time. Lemur population in the area is steadily climbing and passage across the river has a lemurs * (log)34 chance of causing a fatal crash. The water content of the river contains 47% higher than average content of nitrogen, two shopping trolleys and a mutant trout called bob that would make jaws swim for his mother. Bob has just eaten a fishermen stupid enough to try and catch him and has 1 cu foot left of stomach capacity. Virgo is currently in dominance and the moon is waxing although the cloud cover only provides sight of half of the stars. One of the chickens was bitten by a lycanthrope last week and is increasing likely to undergo transformation. Edwina Curry was spotted in the area last week and the Fundamentalist Garden Gnome Front (FGGF) has earmarked the dock as an opportunity target.
What is the chance the fox survives long enough to get home to get shouted at by his wife for going down the pub with his mates last night?
There is a river with a boat; on one side there are three chickens and a fox. All the chickens are corn fed, except one who has been steadily building up an immunity to sodium fluoracetate and has eaten enough to kill six grown rhinos. The fox however has a scalpel, duct tape and three plastic spoons that can carry 15 cl each. The boat can contain 45 cu ft of water and travels at three miles an hour upstream and twelve kilometres an hour downstream. The wind is currently blowing at 3 knots in a south south west direction, the river is 16 degrees off parallel from the latitude line. Rain is forecast with a six percent chance of a hurricane developing that will panel everything for six miles into matchsticks. The fox however has home insurance, but no property insurance for his boat unless he can convince the insurance reclaims people that his boat was docked at the time. Lemur population in the area is steadily climbing and passage across the river has a lemurs * (log)34 chance of causing a fatal crash. The water content of the river contains 47% higher than average content of nitrogen, two shopping trolleys and a mutant trout called bob that would make jaws swim for his mother. Bob has just eaten a fishermen stupid enough to try and catch him and has 1 cu foot left of stomach capacity. Virgo is currently in dominance and the moon is waxing although the cloud cover only provides sight of half of the stars. One of the chickens was bitten by a lycanthrope last week and is increasing likely to undergo transformation. Edwina Curry was spotted in the area last week and the Fundamentalist Garden Gnome Front (FGGF) has earmarked the dock as an opportunity target.
What is the chance the fox survives long enough to get home to get shouted at by his wife for going down the pub with his mates last night?
