Kablammo!
Windy god, strike enemies silent! Silf!
Note to Self
March 29, 2007Jenny 3:15
On inflation
March 23, 2007I can’t believe it; this is ridiculous; what is the world coming to; etc.
They jacked up the price of my morning cup of tea from 58¢ to 70¢—that’s a 21% increase! And even worse than the outrageous markup is the fact that I’ll start getting change in nickels now. Pennies I can deal with, and I get perverse enjoyment from the fact that they’re worth more as commodity metal than as minted currency; but nickels are just a pain in the ass.
I guess I’m just lucky that I broke a dollar bill this morning instead of having exact change ready.
It’s not murder, it’s an act of faith
March 16, 2007Springtime seems to have laid an ambush while I was away, wielding the brutal one-two punch of Daylight Saving Time and unseasonably warm weather, either of which would have been unpleasant enough on its own. Thankfully March’s lion still had some life in it, evinced by the hailstorm going on outside. It suits my mood, and it makes for an easier adjustment from last week’s weather.
In other news, I finally figured out what had been eluding me (well, one minor yet possibly significant piece of what’s been eluding me, anyway). I’d noticed the shoes, how light they looked; I thought they looked almost like ballerina slippers, or whatever they’re called. It’s far too late to be of any possible help now, but I did put two and two together at last: she wanted to dance and had obviously been planning on it since before she got dressed. Thankfully there was someone else who was on top of things, but next time maybe I’ll be better prepared.
Old habits die hard
March 16, 2007I got so used to saying “undskyld” that I keep almost saying it now. I’m just waiting for the look I get when I finally slip and blurt it out.
“That’s fine, boy, never mind the tulips.”
March 14, 2007This has certainly been a momentous week or so in terms of my ever-burgeoning addiction to obscure &/or foreign musics, as not only did I wisely use my time in Denmark to flesh out my Junior Senior and Kashmir collections, but today Cantafabule and Cei ce ne-au dat nume were sitting in my mailbox, in a plain brown envelope festooned with Romanian postage. I loves me some Phoenix, I certainly do.
Incidentally, I should take this opportunity to note that if I hadn’t had a chance to download music by the above-mentioned bands, I wouldn’t have had any reason to scour the world for their albums. As RMS pointed out, sharing is caring.
How my time is spent
March 12, 2007or: Wasn’t Notes from Underground meant as a guide to happiness?
Doubting, qualifying, hesitating;
Waiting for the moment
to pass me by.
Dithering, agonizing, considering;
Wishing to be left alone
then wond’ring why.
Doubting, fearing, loathing;
Watching men of action make
decision look so easy.
Distracted, disgusted, defensive;
Wondering just what it is I want
then having a drink.
Getting rather sick of this.
Telling tales of drunkenness and cruelty
March 11, 2007So, after an enjoyable week or so in Danmark, I find myself right back where I was before I left. Hopefully I’ll have something more substantive soon, but for the moment here is a “teaser”.
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