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yakalskovich) wrote2004-04-01 01:49 am
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From the Departments...
... for Cruel and Unusual Apparel:
My boss tried to look like a Mafia Don today, all shiny fabrics and pinstripes. It abjectly failed, though. He so shouldn't wear that sort of thing.
...for RPG Pre-Post Plottage
I remembered Gimel plays the guitar - she could volunteer to accompany Jeannie when she sings for Tomjon, so they'd meet this way. Then happy brain implosion can happen.
...for the Mismatching of Concepts:
The Wayward Frenchman is still sitting on the fence on
schiarire 's Molière question. He needs to consult more experts, he says. In the meanwhile, he talks and talks per email instead of getting himself an LJ like a sensible person. And he sends stuff I don't want. On Saturday he sent a Le Monde article about some rugby game, of all things!! I threatened to send him a red envelope with pepper and cat's hair in it (instead of a Howler, which I can't do, being a muggle) if he doesn't let up, but only after I got the answer about Molière, because I wanted that first before damaging him with the pepper and probably putting him out of commission with the cat's hair. He poked fun at me today over this, saying I would never get that Molière answer now, as he'd get pepper then once he doesn't have that hold over me any more. A rather ditzy way of me to threaten him, I must admit. A bit like the apples and flowers on Sunday...
...for Evil Life Forms
The Fell Beasts have gone home, and not even Tepp at the
discworld_rpg got the Creature from the Dungeon Dimensions because that's dissolved and only goo now. Thus, I am so totally pet-less at the moment.
...for Circuitiously and Ambagiously Plotted Courses
The other day, I cycled the other way just out of curiosity and ended up halfway in the next village. I took an hour for the ten minutes' ride to the station. It was beautiful weather, though, not too hot and not too windy; ideal for cycling crosscountry a bit - at one stage, I ended up on a soggy riding path. I didn't do it on purpose, but I enjoyed it.
.. for Amazon Joy
I got Zer Handbook today - meaning to say, the Discworld Reformed Vampyre's Diary from last year. It has Octeday every week. I like Octeday. The Nazgul suggested dividing the hours of the week by eight and then recalculating the days to make room for an Octeday. She liked the idea very much as well.
My boss tried to look like a Mafia Don today, all shiny fabrics and pinstripes. It abjectly failed, though. He so shouldn't wear that sort of thing.
...for RPG Pre-Post Plottage
I remembered Gimel plays the guitar - she could volunteer to accompany Jeannie when she sings for Tomjon, so they'd meet this way. Then happy brain implosion can happen.
...for the Mismatching of Concepts:
The Wayward Frenchman is still sitting on the fence on
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...for Evil Life Forms
The Fell Beasts have gone home, and not even Tepp at the
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...for Circuitiously and Ambagiously Plotted Courses
The other day, I cycled the other way just out of curiosity and ended up halfway in the next village. I took an hour for the ten minutes' ride to the station. It was beautiful weather, though, not too hot and not too windy; ideal for cycling crosscountry a bit - at one stage, I ended up on a soggy riding path. I didn't do it on purpose, but I enjoyed it.
.. for Amazon Joy
I got Zer Handbook today - meaning to say, the Discworld Reformed Vampyre's Diary from last year. It has Octeday every week. I like Octeday. The Nazgul suggested dividing the hours of the week by eight and then recalculating the days to make room for an Octeday. She liked the idea very much as well.
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Well, at least it would be even...
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*very big grin*
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Oh, for the metric time system to have been successful!
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21 hours a day? Sounds good. Then one could easily cope with sleeping five hours a night. Not that I slept five hours last night, mind you. I slept a bit more than three.
If I'd told that to myself twelve years ago, I would never have believed it. With my best friend from Finland, who was a bit Victor-ish about his at least eight hours of sleep per night, I very much agreed that anyone who slept less than six hours on a regular basis must be some sort of perverse masochist...
*giggles*
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But now you know better, huh?
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