Lappy, i dont think that we are in cambridge any more. In fact we seem to have been transported to the land of Oz.
Lovely to be back upon these antipodean shores under southern skies. Sharing my first evening here with a ragtag group of gypsies drawn willy-nilly in a minor game of cosmic tombola.
Its funny returning, so little has outwardly changed here in a year and yet just yesterday i was thinking how much i had changed. Is that a contradiction?
When visiting town today we found a goldmine in a vacant lot. A stack of discarded rubbish bads filled with the remnants of someones like. Many of their possessions, often still in the original wrapping neatly bagged and placed on the edge of the road. Being the nefarious opportunists we are we eagerly tore the bags and boxes open looking for treats and trinkets. We found DVDs plush toys, a pool table (1/8th size). This pool table may possibly be one of the most infuriating games ever. I wonder why it took a half dozen games for me to tire of it. We should have a game one day.
I'll play the orcs. They have some pretty nice cars, red with flames and speed holes in a semi random pattern on the back left quarter.
Will blood with significant chemical alteration dry into a crystalline solid or will it meerly laminate the surface it is on. We put this question to a panel of experts. One was outside playing 1/8th size pool the other was having difficulty escaping from a sollipsistic spiral into the letters O and M.
Tom waits will not effectively opening the casing high tech machinery, but it may be effective in causing it to commit suicide. Either actively or passively by running out of batteries.
there's is no place like home,
eh R2?