I have my piano lesson in the afternoon and sacred* home tower bell practise in the evening. **

I told you about my Song-my first-ever complete piece of composed music with two hands and everything, even though it’s only twelve bars long-and the Sonatina-ette.  I also told you that Oisin, in that tiresome way of teachers who are forever ( Read more... )

 
You didn’t think I’d forget, did you? With this copy of DRAGONHAVEN burning a hole in the floor by my desk and everything?
            It’s time to close submissions to the hellcritter poetry competition. I was going to do it several days ago and then there was a little flurry of late additions . . . and since then there’s been a certain events- ( Read more... )

 
Oh,no. Don't get us started on our own contest.

(*wincing*)

(*bearing down*)

(*squeezing eyes shut*)

I can't stand it. Maybe just one, a haiku:

Look! All hell breaks loose!
The word "scrotum" in a book!
Don't let children see!

Heh. You want a contest? Okay, here’s a contest: compose a two- or four-line addition to Peter’s hellhound poem.*
            In ( Read more... )

Because I am a MORON I’ve managed to LEAVE TODAY’S ENTRY behind on the elderly laptop at the mews. I remember pulling it onto my memory stick, to bring it back here and plug it in . . . but it’s not on the memory stick (so I suppose gods know where I’ll find it tomorrow, having dragged and dropped it . . . gods only know where.   ARRRRRRGH). So ( Read more... )

  
I am.
The hellhounds are.
Aside from that.
I belong to the Bat Conservation Trust as well as the British Hedgehog Preservation Society, as previously mentioned herein, although the bats have never produced a t-shirt, unfortunately. I belong to the BCT because of the hedgehogs. Shortly after I joined the hedgehogs [sic] I received what in my ( Read more... )