Entry tags:
Varia
A few good things today:
Dramatic events with police involvement unfolded on our parking lot at work to the entertainment of all. Village gossip was exchanged by the bucketful. I get the conclusion of the story tomorrow, and am so stealing it for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cpt_tantony as this is totally the kind of thing he'd have to deal with on a regular basis. Plus, over all the drama I fell back in with Lydl, our book-keeper, with whom I had recently fallen out. I don't like being fallen out with people; it grates so to always have to remember whom I am supposed to hate. I feel much relieved, somehow.
Because of yesterday's rain, I had left my bike at work and taken the bus. I remembered this factoid when I arrived at the train station of the suburb/village where I work. So I walked to work. It did me no end of good; nothing's better than walking through that deathly boring village to start thinking about really interesting and creative things. And I have to do it again on Monday, because Lydl drove me to the station after the drama.
Monday, because my boss-ess, totally worried about me dragging all that overtime into next year, has required me to take off the rest of the week. So, I am going to fall out of time again and live half in Australia, half behind the moon. I must remember to turn up for the concert ofnazgul_nr_5's amateur orchestra on Saturday, though. According to her, both the second and the first violins are disgraceful this time.
I just got an email which told me I won a place on the guest list of the Apocalyptica pre-listening event for their next album - complete with the Alpocalyptics themselves. And so did the Nazgul. We've met those Finnish cellists quite a few times already, so it's not all that exciting, and we don't even know whom we're going to take along as a fourth person (two people per name on the guest list). The third, of course, will be the Lady Iris, who with the Nazgul and me forms the aimless world-wide conspracy which is unknown under the name of "Three Shieldmaidens of the Apocalypse" and not nearly feared enough, although we are quite dangerous.
On the less-than-bright side:
The jar of Japanese plum wine with real ume plums in that I bought today absolutely and categorically refuses to open and will not even budge to raw force. And ume plums are so terribly healthy!! *wails*
My CD ripper is on crack and can only count to five; so I yousendited only the first five tracks of "Wishmaster" forschiarire. Here they are again, because others might enjoy them as well:
She Is My Sin
The Kinslayer
Come Cover Me
Wanderlust
Two For Tragedy
Dramatic events with police involvement unfolded on our parking lot at work to the entertainment of all. Village gossip was exchanged by the bucketful. I get the conclusion of the story tomorrow, and am so stealing it for
cpt_tantony as this is totally the kind of thing he'd have to deal with on a regular basis. Plus, over all the drama I fell back in with Lydl, our book-keeper, with whom I had recently fallen out. I don't like being fallen out with people; it grates so to always have to remember whom I am supposed to hate. I feel much relieved, somehow.Because of yesterday's rain, I had left my bike at work and taken the bus. I remembered this factoid when I arrived at the train station of the suburb/village where I work. So I walked to work. It did me no end of good; nothing's better than walking through that deathly boring village to start thinking about really interesting and creative things. And I have to do it again on Monday, because Lydl drove me to the station after the drama.
Monday, because my boss-ess, totally worried about me dragging all that overtime into next year, has required me to take off the rest of the week. So, I am going to fall out of time again and live half in Australia, half behind the moon. I must remember to turn up for the concert of
nazgul_nr_5's amateur orchestra on Saturday, though. According to her, both the second and the first violins are disgraceful this time.I just got an email which told me I won a place on the guest list of the Apocalyptica pre-listening event for their next album - complete with the Alpocalyptics themselves. And so did the Nazgul. We've met those Finnish cellists quite a few times already, so it's not all that exciting, and we don't even know whom we're going to take along as a fourth person (two people per name on the guest list). The third, of course, will be the Lady Iris, who with the Nazgul and me forms the aimless world-wide conspracy which is unknown under the name of "Three Shieldmaidens of the Apocalypse" and not nearly feared enough, although we are quite dangerous.
On the less-than-bright side:
The jar of Japanese plum wine with real ume plums in that I bought today absolutely and categorically refuses to open and will not even budge to raw force. And ume plums are so terribly healthy!! *wails*
My CD ripper is on crack and can only count to five; so I yousendited only the first five tracks of "Wishmaster" for
schiarire. Here they are again, because others might enjoy them as well:She Is My Sin
The Kinslayer
Come Cover Me
Wanderlust
Two For Tragedy