Holly Throsby, music, alarms, delicious, and thoughts on Holmes/Watson slash
Have been listening to some Holly Throsby again after not listening to her for ages. It's really sweet, relaxed, quiet, mainly acoustic music and I used to have it come on in the mornings to wake me up because it's just that kind of music. Lovely to wake up to.
I should explain that I can sleep through a lot, so I employ a two-tiered alarm system in the mornings (especially when I have to get up to go to work). First some music - radio or CD will come one. Then 5 minutes later the alarm on my phone will go off. Normally I hit snooze on that once or twice, then drag my sorry arse out of bed and hopefully don't have to interact with anyone other than Toby until I've had a shower and ingested some caffeine. Fascinating, I know. But I tell you this for a reason.
Back to Holly Throsby. So I put on her album On Night and midway through the second track, in my head I hear the sound of the alarm on my old phone - I hear it as though it's part of the track. And it's because I had used that album as my morning wake-up album for so long (there's a whole stretch of time where I associate that album with getting up early to go to my then-new job with sweet Zoe who used to work there) (oh Zoe, I miss you - where are you now?) (working at Annie Smithers apparently, but can I afford to go there? and just to catch up with you?). And thus, the time when I heard the phone alarm in my head must be exactly 5 minutes into the album - the time when it used to go off in the mornings. I wonder, have I ruined that track for me forever?
Meanwhile, I am now on delicious. I am johnnypurple - if any of you want to link up with me there. I guess if it's not obvious from your username who you are, then drop me a line to let me know, ok? Rock.
I am now going to have a bath and drink whisky and read Sherlock Holmes investigates the diabolical curse of The Hound of the Baskervilles by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I started reading last night. OMG it's so incredibly slashy and I've only read 10 pages! Doyle must have been a slasher, right? He must have been shipping Holmes/Watson, right? Let me quote:
Watson: He had never said as much before, and I must admit that his words gave me keen pleasure...
And later, Holmes: When I said that you stimulated me I meant, to be frank... that you take my cock in your mouth! - That is pretty much a direct quote. Oh yes! :D
ETA: Before my bath, Toby was gnawing my hand off for dinner. That is not metaphorical gnawing, it is actual gnawing. He doesn't understand the phrase "Don't bite the hand that LITERALLY feeds you, cat". So I fed him, jumped in my bath, read some slashy Holmes/Watson, dozed, etc. Then, at some point later in the evening, one of my housemates says "So I fed Toby". I said, "Aaah... when?". Housemate: "At about 7." Me: "Aah, I had already fed him at about 6:30." Housemate: "Aah." Toby: *nowhere to be seen* Me: "What was he doing? What was he telling you?" Housemate: "He was acting like he hadn't been fed." Me: "I'm going to have to have a talk to him about lying." Housemate: "And half-portions for the next few days." Toby: *still nowhere to be seen* Later, me to Toby: "So, what was with you pretending you hadn't been fed, eh? I fed you already." Toby: *pretends to be sleeping*
But what a nice housemate I have, feeding my cat and not disturbing me while I was having a bath!
I should explain that I can sleep through a lot, so I employ a two-tiered alarm system in the mornings (especially when I have to get up to go to work). First some music - radio or CD will come one. Then 5 minutes later the alarm on my phone will go off. Normally I hit snooze on that once or twice, then drag my sorry arse out of bed and hopefully don't have to interact with anyone other than Toby until I've had a shower and ingested some caffeine. Fascinating, I know. But I tell you this for a reason.
Back to Holly Throsby. So I put on her album On Night and midway through the second track, in my head I hear the sound of the alarm on my old phone - I hear it as though it's part of the track. And it's because I had used that album as my morning wake-up album for so long (there's a whole stretch of time where I associate that album with getting up early to go to my then-new job with sweet Zoe who used to work there) (oh Zoe, I miss you - where are you now?) (working at Annie Smithers apparently, but can I afford to go there? and just to catch up with you?). And thus, the time when I heard the phone alarm in my head must be exactly 5 minutes into the album - the time when it used to go off in the mornings. I wonder, have I ruined that track for me forever?
Meanwhile, I am now on delicious. I am johnnypurple - if any of you want to link up with me there. I guess if it's not obvious from your username who you are, then drop me a line to let me know, ok? Rock.
I am now going to have a bath and drink whisky and read Sherlock Holmes investigates the diabolical curse of The Hound of the Baskervilles by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I started reading last night. OMG it's so incredibly slashy and I've only read 10 pages! Doyle must have been a slasher, right? He must have been shipping Holmes/Watson, right? Let me quote:
Watson: He had never said as much before, and I must admit that his words gave me keen pleasure...
And later, Holmes: When I said that you stimulated me I meant, to be frank... that you take my cock in your mouth! - That is pretty much a direct quote. Oh yes! :D
ETA: Before my bath, Toby was gnawing my hand off for dinner. That is not metaphorical gnawing, it is actual gnawing. He doesn't understand the phrase "Don't bite the hand that LITERALLY feeds you, cat". So I fed him, jumped in my bath, read some slashy Holmes/Watson, dozed, etc. Then, at some point later in the evening, one of my housemates says "So I fed Toby". I said, "Aaah... when?". Housemate: "At about 7." Me: "Aah, I had already fed him at about 6:30." Housemate: "Aah." Toby: *nowhere to be seen* Me: "What was he doing? What was he telling you?" Housemate: "He was acting like he hadn't been fed." Me: "I'm going to have to have a talk to him about lying." Housemate: "And half-portions for the next few days." Toby: *still nowhere to be seen* Later, me to Toby: "So, what was with you pretending you hadn't been fed, eh? I fed you already." Toby: *pretends to be sleeping*
But what a nice housemate I have, feeding my cat and not disturbing me while I was having a bath!