The rest is still unwritten
Aug. 9th, 2005 11:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Driving in this morning I put the radio on (I like to live dangerously, you know) and I heard a song called "Unwritten" by somebody called Natasha Bedingfield.
I didn't know people were writing songs like that these days. It's quite good. And it made me feel a bit better about myself after yesterday's slump.
Still an awful lot of pap out there, though...
I didn't know people were writing songs like that these days. It's quite good. And it made me feel a bit better about myself after yesterday's slump.
Still an awful lot of pap out there, though...
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Date: 2005-08-09 11:12 am (UTC)Recursive Sturgeon's Law...
(Listening to an unwritten song is definitely post-surrealist...)
((I'm in a strange mood this morning. Sort of detached...))
(((And have far too many parent heses and sheses to get rid of...)))
((((And ellipses...))))
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Date: 2005-08-09 12:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-09 02:46 pm (UTC)Usually I just push them and eventually with enough force and waggling the metal gives way at the fracture lines (as good a name as any, I don't recall hearing a 'proper' name for them), and then I cut my hand on the sharp metal. Or I use a thin (sharp) screwdriver and cut my hand with the screwdriver (as well as on the metal). Possibly I could try a sharp chisel, then I could also hit my thumb with the hammer...
(Look, I said I'm in a strange mood today. Almost punch-drunk, except that I haven't been drinking any punch...)
I'm busy Saturday, but I could come down Sunday as long as I really do leave early (as in early evening) to get home...
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Date: 2005-08-09 03:48 pm (UTC)That, if it would not honk up your life too much, would be wonderful. We have ample supplies of Elastoplast, or if you like you could support and supervise (and advise on what to do with master/slave jumper settings and so on) and I could cut *my* hand...
I also need to find another set of those mounting bar thingies, since the spare pair I know I had has halved itself.