Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry

Room-cleaning progresses apace

I have disposed of business cards by putting their information into my Y! address book, which will put them on my palmtop, which is where I would use them anyway.

I also thought of a sweet little thing that computer or technically savvy businesses might want. Y'know how you can beam your Palm OS own address book entry to someone as a business card thinger? Well, if you had a dedicated broadcast unit in your business that was set up to beam the store's business card (restricted to a certain location, or on demand, lest it piss off users trying to look up something) ...

The Little Fayoumis is hanging in my room. He likes my bed. It's gotten bouncy again, because I've put the saved couch cushions from the Massive Couches of Doom underneath.

The box that used to hold a certain homemade candle has been converted into a Big Box of Divination Stuff. I wound up trying to explain why I got rid of the candle to the Little Fayoumis, and wound up using Team Rocket metaphorically.

I actually like cleaning my room (when I have a choice about it) because that means I find things that I hadn't remembered I had until I find them again. I get space, I get rid of things I don't need, and I find things and put them where I can find them again...
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
Powered by LiveJournal.com
Designed by yoksel