September 21st, 2005

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iSilly.

I've started using iTunes recently. I'm not exactly sure why I started it, but I do like it immensely. I especially appreciate the random function. (iRiddle. Death is Random.)

On this iteration, we have, right in a row, an amusing series of song titles:

"We Have Explosive."
"No, You Don't."
"What If We Give It Away?"

(Those are by, respectively, the Future Sound of London, Nine Inch Nails, and R.E.M.)

And now, the Divination By iTunes list! Take your random iTunes and put it on random! And answer these questions with it!

What do you think of me, iTunes?
The Eagle Will Rise Again - The Alan Parsons Project
I am a hopeless romantic.

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  • Current Music
    R.E.M. - It's a Free World, Baby
Cyteen

the opposite of brain-dregs

Of course, I'm not at all sure that what I possess is really grace under fire, and not just a blockheaded refusal to actually give in to panic. I can feel it there inside me, trying to chew through to my core, or chew out of the containment it's inside, or something. I did not get anything Tuesday-wise done, not seriously. Yes, I did pick up a bit, and kitchen stuff like getting the cherry syrup into bottles and getting the sugar-sludge from the bottom of the cherry jar into the other cherry jar, and the boozy cherry liquid out of that cherry jar so that the sugar-sludge could go in.

Boy oh boy, I'm specific.

It occurs to me that I probably want to point out that yes, things in this journal do get locked, and I don't automatically friend back, though most who've stuck around for any appreciable length of time will notice that. There's no hard and fast rule about when I do and when I don't, but some sort of pre-existing relationship tends to be a rule, either that or interaction, and it takes a really significant amount of niftiness for me to add someone without either of those. And I have not much spare time these days. I have over 50 recent messages in the inbox waiting for attention of some sort. I don't mind it when people read me, though, as long as there isn't any creepy-stalker thing going on. (To date, I think one LJ person has tripped my alarms on that front, and they're quite tidily banned. And out of a rather intimidatingly-sized Also Friend Of list, that's really not bad, just the one!)

I finally managed to put things in the formerly empty cupboard over the refrigerator. It's a really awkward one to get at, if there's stuff on the top of the refrigerator. I wound up putting the great huge pot in there, the spare tea jar, the glass cake plate, and the container of paper plates up there, all together. I don't use those, any of them, not regularly, and they're all large enough to take up cupboard space that could be used for something more frequently used.

And Lady Malfoy has started sitting near my heart and cooving softly to herself. I have not heard much from Darkside. I wouldn't expect that I would. (Cooving is an onomatopoeic word from a dialect of the chicken language; it refers to the loud worried calls of a hen, especially a broody hen, and especially especially a particularly worried grey mother-hen of my family, named Chickabird.) ... I think it's bedtime. (Oh, no, I've said too much.)
  • Current Music
    R.E.M. - Near Wild Heaven
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The best reality tv is essentially a near-live documentary paced to amuse the ADHD nintendo generation.
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However, the subject matter varies widely: from interesting through inane ethics committee reject psych projects.
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I hate ants with a squirming, itching, benadryl-hazed passion. The bus stop was subtly crawling and I saw it after I sat.
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The cute married teddybear geek at the plasma place quit! If only we had exchanged e-mail addresses. Alas!
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Potato wedgies: not just eyes anymore! - me I said the system was down. Can we please keep it down? -M
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Helped j with a craigslist posting and a flyer about some furniture. She was most worried about the digital camera.