tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24019052011-04-21T19:18:45.527+01:00lyingoracle... the reasons you lie to me, the reasons I lie to you ...Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comBlogger7271100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1116851961599952192005-05-23T13:38:00.000+01:002005-05-23T13:39:21.610+01:00I THINK I SEE ANOTHER SIDEDon't expect great things, but: I'm now here. Let's see what happens.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1108978372923021852005-02-21T09:30:00.000Z2005-02-21T09:32:52.923ZAuthor Hunter S. Thompson commits suicideOh fuck.(CNN) -- Journalist and author Hunter S. Thompson, who unleashed the concept of "gonzo journalism" in books like "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas," fatally shot himself in the head Sunday at his home near Aspen, Colorado, police and his family said. [more]Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1103202201155621612004-12-16T13:25:00.000Z2004-12-16T13:03:21.156ZI SEE RIGHT THROUGH THE SCENERY
OK, inspired by inthisworld, and if nothing else this should be a nice busywork exercise for the next month when blogging would otherwise consist solely of, "Today I was mostly reading ---- by ---- ..." Windows Media Player on shuffle:
1. Kate Bush, "The Morning Fog"
(The great thing about random-play is of course that it draws your attention to songs that you Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1102546821794928782004-12-08T22:48:00.000Z2004-12-08T23:00:21.793ZYOU TRY TO GET FROM A TO B
I can heartily recommend Paul Auster's THE NEW YORK TRILOGY as a good read for anyone who, just occasionally, likes the feeling that the author is chuckling at his or her expense for the duration. I mean this in a good way. Because I do like that feeling. Because that's the way I wouldn't mind writing someday.
Also I finished Bob Dylan's CHRONICLES a few days ago: Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1101918298551184532004-12-01T16:02:00.000Z2004-12-01T16:24:58.550ZCONSIDER THE PRICE TO AN ELF
There was an especially-for-students carol service in Great St Mary's church last night, and I went along, because I haven't been to anything of the sort for a few years. It was a day earlier than Christmas things should start happening, but not to worry ...
A lovely church, and lovely songs. The special little talk, on the other hand, and the guy delivering it ... Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1101733038228076672004-11-29T13:44:00.000Z2004-11-29T12:57:18.243ZI WAS BORN ON 14th STREET
I do seem to become afraid of blogging when there's the possibility of actually saying interesting things. Here, weeks later than planned, are two setlists from the Cambridge Corn Exchange. First, the rather superb four-piece acoustic version of The Magnetic Fields on 27th October:
I Was Born
I Don't Believe In The Sun
A Chicken With Its Head Cut Off
I Looked All Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1099503027347749342004-11-03T17:17:00.000Z2004-11-03T17:30:27.346ZEVEN THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES ...
Yes, I know I don't live in America and in a way it isn't any of my business at all, but to claim that the US presidential election doesn't affect the rest of the world would be utterly naive. Therefore:
Kerry admits US election defeat
Democratic challenger John Kerry has admitted defeat in the US election, giving President George W Bush a second Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1099349536545978122004-11-01T22:50:00.000Z2004-11-01T22:52:16.546ZooB
So now I've seen the Reduced Shakespeare Company do their thing, and their thing is good.
Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1099244007389791552004-10-31T17:24:00.000Z2004-10-31T17:35:29.426ZDRESSING UP
It took longer than expected; the fabric I’d used to make the dress was heavy, and didn’t like having the needle pushed through it. But I was determined that I was going to make this right for you, so I decided early on that I’d keep going, however long it took.
I kept the lights out in the room because I didn’t want anyone to know I was in there, to know what I was doing for you. Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1098796978004763312004-10-26T14:19:00.000+01:002004-10-26T14:22:58.003+01:00Legendary radio DJ John Peel dies
BBC broadcaster John Peel has died at the age of 65, while on holiday in Peru.
(more)
This is indescribably sad news.
Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1098745861144829742004-10-26T01:05:00.000+01:002004-10-26T00:11:01.143+01:00TAKE ME AS I AM
Well, I gotta tell ya folks, the Oedipus event was a bit uneventful and anticlimactic.
I know I said I was worried about there being lots of people there, but really I'm a big show-off, and the occasional ideas about art & literature and so forth are the only thing in my possession that are really worth showing off. And there were six people, myself included, making official Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1098714641770211762004-10-25T15:23:00.000+01:002004-10-25T15:30:41.770+01:00IF THE WALLS OF THE ROOM COULD TALK
That seemed to work just fine.
Um, I feel I should also mention that I'm a little nervous about this evening, as a few of us Girton third-year English students are giving a presentation on the in-the-original-Greek production of the aforementioned OEDIPUS THE KING that most of us saw recently. And we're not very organised as a group, and on an individual Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1098713986997663852004-10-25T15:08:00.000+01:002004-10-25T15:19:46.996+01:00IN A CARDBOARD BOX IN A MAGAZINE
What the ...?!? Right, *so*, a while ago, a few weeks, I wrote a post about a couple of things, and it seemed to disappear. And it hasn't been showing up - for me, at least - on the main blog page. Yet I just logged in and apparently the things I wrote, mostly about SKY CAPTAIN AND THE WORLD OF TOMORROW, still exist, somewhere in the glorious sci-fi interface Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1096992068619303692004-10-05T17:02:00.000+01:002004-10-05T17:01:08.620+01:00LENSCAP
Wow and aargh and so on. Where is he? Here he is! Is he alive? We think so! Waaarrrgh!
And yes, hello. Back in Cambridge for a few days, and suddenly, inexplicably, online in my vast and sexy room. As sexy as a room with me and only me in it can be. Which isn't really the *least* sexy thing in the world, if I may be so bold. I think the 8xA4 rasterbated poster of this photo Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1088979278721579942004-07-04T23:06:00.000+01:002004-07-04T23:14:38.723+01:00DISAPPOINTMENT OF THE DAY:
So, Kate Rusby does a song called "The Fairest Of All Yarrow", and I've been remarking to myself for the last couple of weeks as to how brilliant the first verse is, how interesting for a traditional folk tune (I think it's traditional, anyway). It was becoming one of my favourite-ever song lyrics and was filling me with joy. And then, mere minutes ago, I made the Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1087941860768425352004-06-22T22:54:00.000+01:002004-06-22T23:04:20.766+01:00FREDDY OR NOT HERE I COME
I've been home for a few days now. It's good, in a lot of ways. I mean, yes, OK, when I'm at home I have no life whatsoever and I'm stagnantly unproductive for weeks on end ... but, as I keep mentioning here, it was a very long and very strange term and I need to be away from Cambridge and certain people for a while. I'm still living with this rose-tinted view of the Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1087319639596150642004-06-15T18:06:00.000+01:002004-06-15T18:13:59.596+01:00BOUGHT YOU A PRETTY DRESS AND STILL YOU'RE NOT IMPRESSED
The new Jesse Malin album, THE HEAT, is an interesting one. For every song that seems from-the-heart and intelligent, there's one that seems too self-consciously Noo Yawk cool. But! I need to remember that I had THE FINE ART OF SELF-DESTRUCTION for almost a month before I started to understand it and get into its rhythms and mannerisms, Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1086387876704323252004-06-04T19:17:00.000+01:002004-06-04T23:24:36.703+01:00AS WE DO WHAT WE DO FINE
Rrrright, so that three-week absence was caused by revision and, joy o immeasurable joy, exams. Which could have been much worse. I'm trying not to think too much about them, since it'll be another three weeks until I receive my results: I'll be almost as surprised by joyous success as I will be by miserable failure. It's hard to tell in these situations. Et cetera.
Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1084662108310570662004-05-16T00:00:00.000+01:002004-05-16T00:01:48.310+01:00WHAT A GOOD BOY
So, 20 years old. Huh.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1084614511870225692004-05-15T10:45:00.000+01:002004-05-15T10:48:31.870+01:00I GUESS I'M GETTING ON IN YEARS
OK, so as I delight in observing to the annoyance of all around me, the universe really doesn't give a damn about the notion of the calendar year and its cycle. So it's not in any actual way significant that this is my last day of being a teenager. But still. I guess it matters in some small personal manner.
The teenage years have of course been long and Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1084375571538458502004-05-12T16:16:00.000+01:002004-05-12T16:26:11.536+01:00MORNING MAY CRAWL
The work of the last few days has been good, but it's a desperate clingy sort of goodness, because if it had started a fortnight, even a week, ago, then my mind would be faintly relaxed and I'd feel in some way in control of the exam and revision situation. But it didn't. The goodness of the work really started two or three days ago, and frankly it's like - if I may use a Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1084206827218413862004-05-10T17:27:00.000+01:002004-05-10T17:33:47.220+01:00IF I GET TO CALIFORNIA BEFORE I LOSE MY MIND
So yesterday, as far as I can deduce from not really paying much attention to these things, was Mother's/s' Day in the US. Not here, then. That would have been a surprise, certainly ... But anyway, people at the occasionally worthwhile RyanAdams.org message board have been chatting about Jeff Klein's journal post for 8th May.
And I read it. It'sAdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1084126702151988972004-05-09T19:18:00.000+01:002004-05-09T19:23:39.466+01:00DOWN HERE IN THE SEWER I'M SMELLING A RAT
Is it weird that before last night I'd never been to see a film at the cinema on my own? Is that really really weird? Or just a little? I mean, it just never worked out that way before ...
Anyway, I figured that nobody else being available and/or willing to see PERFORMANCE during its limited rerelease shouldn't have stopped me from seeing it. So off Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1083953253625399392004-05-07T19:07:00.000+01:002004-05-07T19:10:47.950+01:00I'LL KILL YOU JUST FOR TRYING
There must have been a conciser way of putting all that stuff yesterday ... I mean, really.
I love writing things. I really would like to have a good, genuinely good and inspiring and inspired and fun and sexy and scary, idea for a novel. Because then I could write it and become famous and wealthy and respected. Kind of obvious, yes. But still. I read certain Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1083870253342877612004-05-06T20:04:00.000+01:002004-05-06T20:17:28.496+01:00IF I WAS IN YOUR PLACE MAYBE THAT'S WHAT I WOULD DO
I thought perhaps something more upbeat than Tuesday's post might be in order. But it's hard to see past those problems, and the fact that my exams are really really close - all five of the papers will be finished fifteen days from today - and focus on happy things, such as the ... weather ... sometimes ... not being dreadful.
And, guitar-wiseAdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1083700773464165572004-05-04T20:59:00.000+01:002004-05-05T00:45:36.310+01:00I SEE MONSTERS
Yeah, OK, sorry, long time, et cetera.
So life back in Cambridge was going fine: work pressure, yes, and general stress, but nothing I couldn't handle, and here comes the spring, and so forth.
Then one of the closest, dearest friends I've ever had, someone about whom I cared more than was clearly good for me, decided to fuck me over, because that was the easiest thing to do.
Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1082066210330452832004-04-15T22:56:00.000+01:002004-04-15T22:59:42.076+01:00WOKE ME UP AGAIN
OK, so of course my life isn't very interesting during holidays, so in a way I was sparing you. Also, my computer problems were really offputting. But here I am, so silent and still let your hearts grow my dears.
Well, not still. But. Y'know.
So tomorrow's my last full day at home; back to Cambridge on Saturday, and a desperate attempt to re-hook-up-to-the-ethernet my Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1079826444775634182004-03-20T23:45:00.000Z2004-03-20T23:49:50.733ZWHERE THE WINDS OF FORGET-ME-NOT BLOW
Apparently my computer is really really sick. Back-to-factory-settings sick. Shit.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1079739378054639182004-03-19T23:33:00.000Z2004-03-19T23:38:43.153ZSPANKED CHEERLEADERS SPANKED CHEERLEADERS SPANKED CHEERLEADERS SPANKED
Aw, excellent ... I got a hit today from someone searching for "spanked cheerleaders" - that's "spanked cheerleaders", folks, "spanked cheerleaders". And, on the particular search engine's page for the results of "spanked cheerleaders", Lying Oracle was the very first result. For "spanked cheerleaders.".
Get your spanked Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1079739014850952732004-03-19T23:10:00.000Z2004-03-19T23:32:40.030ZSTEAL MY RECORDS
CD scratches are the blight of my life. They are bad things. But they seem so damn inconsistent: how can I say, "Well, this is permanently damaged, so a replacement might be in order" when one CD player treats it as a permanent problem at 23-24 secs, while another one sort of picks and mixes from 15, 16, 17, 18, and 22 secs? Weird. Weirder still is the way the latter player, Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1079652508171860962004-03-18T23:17:00.000Z2004-03-18T23:32:37.076ZGHOSTWRITER IN THE HEART OF THE DUPLICATED SYSTEM
So, this isn't my computer I'm writing on. I took my sickly computer to a repair person, and apparently the poor thing is just packed with unwanted software and little viruses and things and a complete wipe might be in order. Crap crap crap. At least it's getting fixed, one way or another ... This is the unofficial "family" computer which is Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1079565247036180492004-03-17T22:53:00.000Z2004-03-17T23:18:34.110ZDREAMED A DREAM BY THE OLD CANAL
A few St Patrick's Day-related thoughts.
1.Brian Kennedy may well have released ON SONG, a great collection of traditional Irish folk tunes ... but he's still an arrogant twat with the charisma of a kidney bean and a musical outlook that only shines because it's in the middle of the road in a dark dark world of overearnestness and bad clothes. A (supposedly) Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1079478827066452072004-03-16T22:58:00.000Z2004-03-16T23:21:16.606ZPLEASE BEWARE OF THEM THAT STARE
I listened to Nick Drake's PINK MOON many many times today. It had something of a calming effect, as you might be able to imagine; and this was necessary, as my darling computer has picked up a virus from somewhere and the colours on the background are fucked and the versaglide touchpad doesn't work in normal mode (although it *does* in the newly-discovered "safeAdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1079367002341771642004-03-15T16:10:00.000Z2004-03-15T16:12:23.513ZA MILLION DEAD END STREETS
So that, I imagine, was the longest blogging break I’ve taken so far. Oh boo hoo.
I had no enthusiasm for this thing, and it seemed necessary to eliminate any unproductivity-related worries by taking an official break. It was nice. But things happened. I started to miss the public expression of clichéd feelings and lame humour with which this blog provides me (Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1078832202924939552004-03-09T11:36:00.000Z2004-03-09T23:42:02.436ZThis isn't a real post.
I took a blogging sabbatical this term. I needed an official break. Enthusiasm may well have returned. We'll see at the start of next week, I guess.
Stay tuned.
To the internet.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1073087691738651692004-01-02T23:54:00.000Z2004-01-02T23:56:00.500ZDID THE IRONING IN A COWBOY HAT
Happy New Year, folks.
I haven't made any resolutions yet. I will. I'll try to blog more. Honest!
Home for another week, and much of it will be taken up with work. I've done quite a lot this holiday, and I've a lot still to do: when the workload is as apparently perpetual as this, I sometimes wonder why I bother ... oh, I am a greyhound and a workfree world Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1072223622558211202003-12-23T23:53:00.000Z2003-12-23T23:55:56.500ZALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAR FACES
Er, hi. Remember me?
No? You bastards!
Well, I remember you.
Merry Christmas.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1069932688388085572003-11-27T11:31:00.000Z2003-11-27T11:32:00.640ZAROUND MY SMILE
OK, so I just republished the whole site ... hope hope hope hope hope ...Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1069932560095490142003-11-27T11:29:00.000Z2003-11-27T11:29:52.373ZFOR THE PLEASURE OF FALLING
Of course, the bitchiness of the Oracle makes it little wonder that I frequently ignore it.
DISPLAY ARCHIVES!
Aaah, just like the good ol' days.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1069930986218963452003-11-27T11:03:00.000Z2003-11-27T11:03:38.843ZA FIRE WITHOUT A SPARK
Remember when Lying Oracle was actually worthwhile? When not every post was an apology for not having updated for a while, and even then a "while" was three days, not three weeks?
Like, April 2002. It was pretty good. I was reading the archives a few minutes ago.
Then I wasn't allowed to anymore. I think I need to republish the archives.
I ought to write about the Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1067864922682836452003-11-03T13:08:00.000Z2003-11-03T13:08:41.410ZWE ARE HERE TO HELP YOU SING YOUR SONGS
Whoa. The time, she flies. Usual sorrys. Sorries. Um.
Let's see, let's see, recent events ... (although that should really be events-of-the-last-three-weeks). The annual cold was last week - a bit of a cough still, but I'm essentially healthy again, Hallowe'en wasn't quite as great as I was planning and hoping. But it wasn't a disaster, and I Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1066037422027265862003-10-13T10:30:00.000+01:002003-10-13T10:30:21.740+01:00I WAIT ALL MY LIFE JUST FOR THE RUSH
OK, I've been back for just over a week. I have established, with a small amount of major and vital help from other people, an ethernet connection in my room. In my room, baby! Of course, the network went down on Thursday mere hours after I got a connection cable, only to be restored today ... but still, hey hey hey hey hey hey hey!
I'm very busy, and I'veAdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1065132980744875382003-10-02T23:11:00.000+01:002003-10-02T23:16:20.673+01:00RAT RACE
Several days later still counts as "later". Yep.
So, this here's my last night in Norn Iron for a while - back to Cambridge tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing people and getting back into the general lifestyle; a bit apprehensive about the work, but hey, I'll manage. Probably.
And I have an ethernet card for my computer, meaning that, fingers crossed touch wood, getting online in Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1064847513149762612003-09-29T15:45:00.000+01:002003-09-29T15:58:32.506+01:00A LITTLE RAIN'S GONNA COME
Ho-kay, so I notice that I've already got a few visits here from people searching for info on DARK CHORDS ON A BIG GUITAR by Joan Baez. And my comments about it were slightly nasty, and somewhat unfounded, based as they were on a few muddy Amazon samples. I've since heard the whole album, and it's not nearly as bad as I'd expected. She still murders Ryan Adams's "In Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1064842751005430572003-09-29T15:38:00.000+01:002003-09-29T14:39:10.630+01:00IGNORE ME
I am only writing this post in an effort to make the previous one publish.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1064831448293985002003-09-29T12:28:00.000+01:002003-09-29T11:33:29.023+01:00CONNECTIONS & LINKS
So, four days after I blogged about the cancer thing, my great-uncle died, which was really sad. And then three days after that, Johnny Cash died. And Warren Zevon too is gone. And plenty of other stresses and annoyances, real and imaginary, have been going on, so I'm sorry for not being around here for a couple of weeks.
Anyway. Yeah. Peter brings our collective Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1063400785022923622003-09-12T22:05:00.000+01:002003-09-12T22:06:25.083+01:00PUBLIC NUDITY
Kevin Hearn:
You might have battled some life-changingexperiance or you might just be an average joe,but you have a knack of creating somethingbeautiful out of something ugly
Which Barenaked Ladie are you? brought to you by QuizillaAdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1063035877411880782003-09-08T16:44:00.000+01:002003-09-08T17:05:53.316+01:00SNIP
Thanks, Peter:
You Are Edward From "Edward Scissorhands."You are very shy and often misunderstood. Innocent, sweet, and artistic, you like to pass your days by daydreaming and expressing yourself through the arts. You are a truly unique individual. Unfortunately, you are quite lonely, and few people truly understand you.
Take The Johnny Depp Quiz!
Ain't dat the truth?
Joan Baez's new Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1062799576470349452003-09-05T23:06:00.000+01:002003-09-05T23:06:16.526+01:00EVERYBODY'S SERVING TIME THESE DAYS
Oh boy, yeah, so it's been a while. Sorry. Usual excuses. And other things keeping me back and making this blog take a back seat: concerns about work, general domestic crises ... and my great-uncle is dying of cancer ...
But no, no, I'm not, as some have asked me, abandoning this here blog. It's just been resting, and it'll be back. Because I'll be back Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1061211642811913582003-08-18T14:00:00.000+01:002003-08-18T14:00:42.653+01:00home
igotbackonwednesdayimsorryAdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1059163129659476962003-07-25T20:58:00.000+01:002003-07-25T20:58:49.503+01:00GOODBYE HONEY
Happy birthday, Rachel!
19 is an odd age to be, no?
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Okay kids - I’m outta contact, more or less, for the next couple of weeks. I hope you all have a good time – and I wonder how many people will keep checking back here, just in case …
I’m spending the entirety of tomorrow travelling. By the time I get to sleep, I’ll have been awake for approximately 24 hours. Haven’t doneAdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1058915802064189012003-07-23T00:16:00.000+01:002003-07-23T00:16:42.103+01:00NAESSESSARY READING
We note with great joy the incredible beauty of Leona Naess's revamped site. We anticipate her forthcoming album with great joy. We like the photo gallery. We are not wholly obsessed with dark-haired doe-eyed female singers-songwriters.
Yes we are.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1058656321913155852003-07-20T00:12:00.000+01:002003-07-20T00:18:55.903+01:00I DIDN'T MEAN TO CONFUSE THE MACHINE
Rachel's blog is looking awfully pretty. They do say these things start to resemble their owners. Mwah.
You will note at this point that my blog, meanwhile, is developing the smoothness of Keith Richards's showerbrush.
Anyway, what's a-goin' on? I'm fairly clear on which Girtonites do and don't want to go see Blondie - Blondie, baby! - in November, so Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1058052169269441632003-07-13T00:22:00.000+01:002003-07-13T00:22:49.260+01:00GLORY
Fireworks exploding outside. Adding to the chaos and litter on the streets. People drunk at lunchtime falling into hedges as children look on. Pro-terrorist flags waved at family picnics. TV footage of bonfires and murals of violence and fucking idiots firing guns into the air.
12th July, as ever, makes me ashamed to have anything to do with this bloody country.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1057274876273327762003-07-04T00:27:00.000+01:002003-07-04T00:28:49.870+01:00DEAD ANGELS
There is a socket in my brain and SIX FEET UNDER plugs into it perfectly.
I rather doubt that the new CHARLIE'S ANGELS movie will do the same ... but it seems likely that I'll be seeing it tomorrow afternoon. Hrrgghhh. The spirit shall overcome.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1056928143993273782003-06-30T00:09:00.000+01:002003-06-30T00:09:04.033+01:00I'M SORRREEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
*dodges ricocheting pebbles*
Yeah, I've been home for over a week and haven't blogged once. The home atmosphere just isn't reakky all that conducive to updating this thing - everything feels a little bit static ... And there's so much last-couple-of-weeks-of-my-firs-tyear-at-university stuff that I wanted to write about! Damn! And now it's gone, or at any rate I'm Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-3902629602003-06-25T20:31:00.001+01:002003-03-06T22:23:26.000ZFLY FREE LESBIAN SEAGULL
If you want to hear more form the diminutive flame-haired lesbian, you might want to go here. So far, there's just a silly post about elephants and it's a bit crap, but, you know - she's a good lass, is our Rachel, and she'll see it through all right.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-3901212562003-06-25T20:31:00.000+01:002003-03-04T19:27:07.000ZSINKING FEELING
I've just read a story - in a print newspaper, and I can't find it on any of the, oh, three websites I checked (EDIT: here) - about a couple of school bullies in Indonesia, who set up a website devoted to the insulting and torment of their chosen victim. It was really, really unpleasant, I thought - I've been bullied a hell of a lot, but, to the best of my knowledge, not to that Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1056049684034777232003-06-19T20:08:00.000+01:002003-06-19T20:08:45.120+01:00FROM A CARRION CROW TO A SWALLOW
So, I'm taking a break from packing right now. Tomorrow morning mon pere will be showing up at Girton, and we'll be getting our asses in gear by 11 am and going on a big scary roadtrip that won't get us home until about 10 pm. Eeeek. The packing's going better than it has before, I feel - but my room looks like an absolute tip, which is incredibly demoralising Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-1055864099774212332003-06-17T16:34:00.000+01:002003-06-17T16:35:59.720+01:00FALSE RE-STARTS
Hey. I just wrote a big post about things and it diappeared. That ain't good.
I'm alive, by the way.
Back later.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-950806492003-05-30T15:07:00.000+01:002003-05-30T15:07:56.186+01:00MUZIK ATTACK
Hey. Lordy, it's a hot day today. Admittedly, cycling in a leather jacket and singing at the same time was not the best way to ward off heat exhaustion ...
Last night, of course, brought two more songs being written - another surrealist number called "But You Don't Want Me" (I sort of bore Dylan's "I Want You" in mind for the title and then just let my mind go wild), and a kind ofAdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-950441662003-05-29T19:20:00.000+01:002003-05-29T19:20:25.150+01:00DEEP BLUE SOFT DUST
A creativity update, this one, as my increasing free time has given me the opportunity over the last few days to write some stuff. A poem called "Moth" happened a few days ago, and I was pleased with the result - the ultimate "meaning" of it is a bit of a secret (although frankly if I were to explain it to you you'd wonder why you didn't see it all along ...), but there are Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-949517562003-05-27T19:59:00.000+01:002003-05-27T20:00:17.000+01:00PHEWWWW etc.
Hey.
I got me a solid 2.i.
This is a good thing.
Not so good is that Maggie Atwood's in town this evening, and I won't be going to see & hear her speak. Phooey - but, as Ryan Adams said about Paul McCartney sort-of, she's just a person having a human experience and so am I, and our paths could very well cross again ...
Yes, you heard me right.
I have decided to stalk Margaret Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-949363562003-05-27T13:18:00.000+01:002003-05-27T13:18:17.250+01:00AAGHCK
Actually, scratch all that talk about when I'm getting my prelim results. Because now it's happening this evening. Bloody hell.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-949005292003-05-26T17:01:00.000+01:002003-05-26T17:01:17.666+01:00CORRECTION & MORE
Noon on Thursday. Not Wednesday. Jaysis.
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I can't claim to have absorbed every single nuance, but nonetheless I have, since the last post, read all 154 of Shakespeare's sonnets. Mostly while listening to the Lucinda Williams newie, WORLD WITHOUT TEARS. It's growing on me considerably. "Overtime" touches all the right buttons to make a broken heart bleed ...
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Oh, Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-948939842003-05-26T13:25:00.000+01:002003-05-26T13:25:45.716+01:00HAMMING IT UP
The essay seemed to go quite well, makign me enormously happy. But I'll be getting the results of my prelim exams at noon on Wednesday. Mildly terrified ...
And I forgot, of course, to post the card this morning, so it'll arrive a day late. Dang.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-948744562003-05-26T00:29:00.000+01:002003-05-26T00:29:20.276+01:00THIS IS A NICE SYMBOL: ±
In less than twelve hours I'll have found out if the HAMLET essay was any good or not. My thoughts? I felt that, in the end, it was just okay. Nothing spectacular. This is a bit of a shame, because I've been enjoying the classes and this is probably the only piece of work this particular supervisor will ever be receiving from me, and I think he's really smart and Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-948569862003-05-25T12:03:00.000+01:002003-05-25T14:30:27.000+01:00IT'S BEEN INTERNATIONAL, BUT I'M GOING HOME
Here's a post for Rachel, who's just left College and will be starting all over again come October. Bonne chance, Rachel. Bonne chance. Or "kein Pech", as Timothy and I used to say ...
And she might appreciate the booklet sitting on the desk beside the computer here. It's entitled "Little Green Map", and it's about the environment and "ethical Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-948219702003-05-24T10:18:00.000+01:002003-05-24T10:18:58.290+01:00THE MOST HAUNTING SOUND
Regarding the sudden shift in weather: bloody hell.
Right, it's off to see the bithkes, and possibly to drown while trying; then back here for lots and lots of sub-par HAMLET work. Waheyyyyy..Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-947986932003-05-23T20:23:00.000+01:002003-05-23T20:23:17.303+01:00WORK
Work does not go terribly well, children. Work has lost its appeal. Work's bringing daddy down.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-947411242003-05-22T16:37:00.000+01:002003-05-22T16:37:11.660+01:00SICK
I'm in a weird mood right now (oh, but aren't I always?). I don't know if I'm sick of other people, if other people are sick of me, or if I'm sick of myself. But it's not nice. It'll probably pass in, like, twenty minutes or so, though.
The fun never ends ...Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-947331022003-05-22T13:10:00.000+01:002003-05-22T13:10:17.816+01:00DAHHH, DUM, BAA-BA-BA-DUUUUUUUUMMMMM
Also re: THE MATRIX - worst. Cliffhanger music. Ever.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-947317192003-05-22T12:20:00.000+01:002003-05-22T12:20:32.000+01:00EES LAHK WAHPING YERR ASS WIZ SILK
Yup, I wore it.
And I'm sorry to say that the best adjective I can come up with for the film is: functional.
Yeah, yeah, so the action sequences are all very nice, and there's all sorts of revelations and big dramatic moments, and there's an immensely likeable French baddie - but, you know, so what? The first film put ideas into people's heads, and acted as aAdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-946965722003-05-21T19:10:00.000+01:002003-05-21T19:10:21.210+01:00WHOAAAAA etc.
Question: Would it be very sad and pathetic, not to mention knowingly student-y, to wear my long black leather coat to THE MATRIX tonight?
Answer: Who cares? Let's go for it!
Sad, sad, sa-a-a-a-ad ...Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-946840632003-05-21T14:28:00.000+01:002003-05-21T14:29:15.000+01:00WOO-WAAAA-WOOOO
Er, yeah, I'm not sure exactly what CSN&Y are singing at the bit that's in my head, so that's what I'm hearing ...
Anyway. Birthday was good, and seeing the familia at the weekend was also a treat. Thanks to everybody for the bitchin' presents. I'm pretty much rolling in books & comics & CDs & DVDs and general miscellaneous bumf at the moment. Which is how I like it. I'm notAdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-944399712003-05-16T10:30:00.000+01:002003-05-16T10:30:40.000+01:00SALUT
Je parle ici en francais beaucoup.
Pourquoi?
Je ne sais pas - c'est un peu bizarre.
Mais j'ai dix-neuf ans.
Hypercool.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-944139122003-05-15T23:05:00.000+01:002003-05-15T23:05:29.900+01:0018-365-19
As the end of this particular Adam era approaches (less than an hour to go), I thought a blog post might be in order.
So here it is.
Goodnight, all. I'll see you when I'm both a day and a year older. Or something equally trite.
Bon nuit ... j'ai dix-huit, presque dix-neuf, ans ... ca, c'est interessant, non?Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-943852042003-05-15T13:20:00.000+01:002003-05-15T13:20:32.990+01:00I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WANT
I think I'm going out of this particular unit of life with more of a whimper than a bang. I'm very tired. And I have lots to do before I sleep ...Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-943247512003-05-14T13:42:00.000+01:002003-05-14T13:42:34.626+01:00AND THERE'S JUST TIME FOR THE WEATHER
It's a great big bitch of a day today.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-942765162003-05-13T18:34:00.000+01:002003-05-13T18:35:13.000+01:00GUH
I think ... um, I think that today was not an incredibly good day.
Rain. Cold air. Not understanding Freud quite well enough. Delivering presentations in an immensely annoying, dry, nasal monotone. Tired. Mildly depressed about general stuff. Misread Peter's blog on first glance and thought he was telling us he had a girlfriend. Was selflessly disappoined when discovered that Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-942205232003-05-12T20:41:00.000+01:002003-05-12T20:41:49.826+01:00LITTLE BOY, YOU'RE GOING TO HELL
Well, since it's kind of "in" right now, here we go:
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!Here is how you matched up against all the levels:LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)LowLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)ModerateLevel 2 (Lustful)HighLevel 3 (Gluttonous)Very LowLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-941537282003-05-11T17:32:00.000+01:002003-05-11T17:32:14.300+01:00TRES BIEN
Over 1000 words written since the last post (the spider didn't get me), and the essay, again with a deadline of 6pm Wednesday, is done.
Il est bon?
Oui, il est excellent. Et shiny, comme Josh Rouse.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-941456152003-05-11T13:23:00.000+01:002003-05-11T13:23:34.230+01:00I TAKE A SECOND OF THE DAY
So far today, I have bought food, eaten brunch, written a couple of hundred more words of the essay, and received possibly the best blog-related e-mail EVER. The rest of the day will consist of finishing the essay, and possibly dying of the bite that the spider on the desk in front of me might at any second choose to deliver.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-941078972003-05-10T16:55:00.000+01:002003-05-10T16:55:49.813+01:00"BITCHES": ADDENDUM
Just to clarify: Emma and Rachel are not the two Methody girls mentioned this morning. Methody girls do not call each other "bitch". Either they are too sweet and pure, or they call each other "bithk", because they are stupid and think that this is how the word is said.
I can assure you that this morning's coffee companions fall into the fomer category. (Although in a Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-941076712003-05-10T16:50:00.000+01:002003-05-11T13:24:27.000+01:00BITCHES
Emma and Rachel are incredibly noisy people. And they call each other "bitch" far too much.
The reason I can blog about such inanities (I mean the situation, not the people ... although in Rachel's case, who knows ...?) right now is that I'm taking a break from work, having reached and exceeded my essay target for the entire day in just under ninety minutes. Score.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-940986162003-05-10T10:12:00.000+01:002003-05-10T10:12:59.256+01:00CAFE DES REVES?
Good morning, spiders!
I've a busy day ahead of me, so no doubt I'll be wasting time on blogging later on. But for now, I'm off to have coffee or somesuch with two of the finer Methody girls.
Ciao for now, you rascals.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-940613592003-05-09T17:58:00.000+01:002003-05-09T17:58:57.203+01:00URI GELLER, YOU DON'T KNOW NUTHIN'
Today my utterly snazzy Robin-Gibb-flavoured sunglasses appeared to be, as one Girtonite is wont to say, "on the wonk". And so I tried to fix them; and in the course of this, I made an amazing discovery, ladies and gentlemen:
I CAN BEND VERY MALLEABLE METAL WITH MY BARE HANDS!
Television, here I come.
Speaking of which, tonight the usual Friday TV-fest will Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-940425662003-05-09T10:30:00.000+01:002003-05-09T10:30:30.100+01:00OH GOD
Why do I always get involved in compicated religious debates very late at night? Even a few minutes of listening-in seems to lead to complete mental turmoil lasting hours and hours and hours ...Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-940047952003-05-08T19:36:00.000+01:002003-05-08T19:36:44.000+01:00AND THEN
But that's enough of that.
Yeah, like I wrote this afternoon, I've been in a weird mood, netiher truly happy nor truly sad; listening to depressing music, but being made happy by it. Actually - this is my usual state of mind, isn't it? Huh. Not so interesting, really. Shut up, Adam ... put in some asterisks and change the subject ... never mind that your asterisk use policy is Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-940041062003-05-08T19:21:00.000+01:002003-05-08T19:21:58.116+01:00PANDA-EYED BLOGGER ADAM
Right, I'm back. With sweaty, glistening thanks to Peter, here's some stuff.
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Judy.
Which Belle & Sebastian Song Character are You? brought to you by Quizilla
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Deep, dark, poetic. You are...
Disintegration
Oh I miss the kiss of treacheryThe shameless kiss of vanity The soft and the black and the velvetyUp tight against the side of me And mouth and eyes and Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-940035202003-05-08T19:10:00.000+01:002003-05-08T19:10:20.480+01:00LET IT RAIN
or
THIS POST IS FOR ALL THE BLACK ACTRESSES WHO EVER LIVED (AND EVEN THOSE WHO DIDN'T)
Could I just point out that, regarding my knowingly rhymes-with-trite X2 review below, I didn't mean to stiff Halle Berry's breasts?
Um, badly expressed. Sorry. I mean, I don't hold anything against her breasts ... um ...
Look, anyway, you see what I'm saying. The joke just wasn't all that Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-939963162003-05-08T16:54:00.000+01:002003-05-08T18:57:06.000+01:00THORNY
I know, I know, I know it's been a bloody week. With nothing but Marillion to keep you sated. Poor dears. I've just been in a state of mild confusion for a while, unable to figure out if my work situation is excellent or appalling ... Theoretically, it's pretty good at the moment, but certain small things - such as feeling like I'm not doing as well in my Latin classes as I should be -Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-935959192003-05-01T15:31:00.000+01:002003-05-01T15:31:44.060+01:00BECAUSE RACHEL LOVES THEM (AND PETER DOESN'T):
Uninvited Guest. You levitating scary person you,get off that ironing board now, before youforce yourself into a small corner crying.You're a bit of an old-fashioned moralist,don't beat yourself up over whatever it was,even if people did die! Listen to Marillionand relax a bit, tho perhaps this song isn'tthe most appropriate right now.
What Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-935460182003-04-30T19:36:00.000+01:002003-04-30T19:36:48.773+01:00PLAYING AGAINST TYPO
In yesterday's post, I referred to a "conact lens". Typos are so ugly. I should stop makingt them.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-934927832003-04-29T23:32:00.000+01:002003-04-30T19:35:19.000+01:00COUNT HEARTBEATS
Well, that could reasonably be called a long day.
Bad ways to calm yourself down at the start of a potentially tough day no.3961: Lose a contact lens.
Tonight, in a nice non-work situation, I did get to see an all-male production of A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM, which was drying up a little by the end but was still very worthwhile.
Bye for now. (Oh, and a sample-listen in Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-934240902003-04-28T22:49:00.000+01:002003-04-28T22:49:25.890+01:00I WISH I WERE BLIND
Wow, so the essay is complete. That's not bad at all, really ... Right, well, I must go and prepare for tomorrow, which is going to be pretty Miltonic, and I don't mean that in a good way. Maybe no posting until Wednesday. We'll see. Rock on, chicas & chicos.Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-934154142003-04-28T20:09:00.000+01:002003-04-28T20:09:49.543+01:00WOWEEEEE
Um, I'm okayyyy, I think. Quietly stressed, I think. Work's going well, but I've still a sizeable amount to do this evening. So instead of blogging about various potentially interesting things right now, I'll go and finish that off; and I will be back online later on, so maybe I'll blog then ...
Lordy, it's fascinating stuff, innit?
(Does everyone break the shift key on this Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-933907992003-04-28T11:18:00.000+01:002003-04-28T11:19:12.000+01:00TO BEE OR NOT TO BEE
While I was writing last night's post, there was a bee-wasp-type-thing buzzing around and sounding very angry indeed inside the fluorescent strip light of the computer room. But at some point it fell silent. I can only assume that it became remarkably bored and depressed while observing my typing of the post in question and, in a vague homage to AIRPLANE!, hanged itself.
IAdamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-933613952003-04-27T23:09:00.000+01:002003-04-27T23:09:41.206+01:00BEHIND MY HOUSE
Felt in a really fucking bad mood last night, and I think a bit of that beld into today; but at least this afternoon ended up being fairly productive, writing about half of my essay after two and a half days of essentially no work at all. Cheered me up a bit. As did writing two poems in the wee small hours: one really depressing ones about "bullshit artists lurking in the woods"Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401905.post-932965792003-04-26T15:42:00.000+01:002003-04-26T15:44:04.000+01:00PEOPLE SAY THAT I'M HIGH CLASS
Um, I should type something else here, as I wouldn't want anyone thinking that I'm still in exam mode. I'm not. I'm in essay-avoiding mode. Exciting. I'm mildly worried about next week, when the general shit of life seems likely to start some serious fan-hitting, with the term starting up properly and me having Faculty classes, which involve going to different Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09878430471032098815noreply@blogger.com