It is just a slice of cheese
That should be, I dunno, a metaphor for life. Or summat. I mean It is just a slice of cheese. But, some will proclaim, a slice of cheese may be the thin edge of the wedge. And a wedge of cheese...
Tagged: thought-constipated
For disappearing acts, it’s hard to beat what happens to the eight hours supposedly left after eight of sleep and eight of work
So, it is December 2nd. December! Already! … But enough of that shock and horror at the all too expected passing of time. It wearies me. Instead let us talk of more joyful things, like strikes, paycuts, and forced unpaid leave…...
Insert your own randowm quote here
I seem to have done nothing lately but reviews. And this after I made my grand “returning to blogging” speech. I guess I don’t have very much to say. Either that or I have too much to say, but to start...
Either I’ve been missing something or nothing has been going on.
2008[1] hasn’t been so great for me and the regular blogging, has it? at least so far. All that may change, for everything changes, so some one once said, somewhere. But who knows if yo[2] was telling the truth or not....
First learn the meaning of what you say, and then speak.
For feck’s sake. It’s the 7th of January already. 7 days of 2008 have come and gone and I haven’t blogged at all. Not really. That little post doesn’t count, that was just a “hey, how are ya” sort of post....
In which our heroine does and says nothing at all
*Yawn* and again. I’s tired today. Worked two 12 hour days as my minion was on his deathbed. Which would’ve been grand only I sorta wanted to go shopping and get some bits’n’bobs for the xmas partah tomorrow. Still, I’ll make...
We can rule the world
I went to see Stardust again last night. Its just so awwww, dontcha think? Life however is a tad more complicated. And there are a lot more surprises than what might come out of box of chocolates, never mind what Forest...
She wants that delicacy of tint, and mellowness of sneer, which distinguishes your Ladyship’s Scandal
I broke my pen just now. It isn’t a fancy-arsed pen or anything. But still annoying, don’t you think. It is one of those generic bic-esque pens. With the twisty end that keeps the ink-refill part from moving. You know the...
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrary-wise; what it is it wouldn’t be, and what it wouldn’t be, it would.
Many things to be done today. Review of A Midummer Night’s Dream. The reading of blogs. the leaving the comments on the blogs. the reading of emails. the replying to emails. the inane surfing. and the work. But I can’t be...
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I have nothing to say, but on account of not blogging yesterday I sorta feel like I should just stick something down here today. I miss Anne, but no doubt she if off settling into NY and far too busy to...
The king of cups expects a picnic, but this is not his birthday.
I have nothing to say. Well, this isn’t actually true. There are things on the tips of my fingers[1] but I don’t actually know what they are. So I find myself typing the start of a sentence. Stopping, rereading and going...
