I think I've forgotten how to keep a journal, argh. Haven't done it in weeks, feels like.

It snowed finally--it's been cold for ages but no snow, which is unfair--and I managed to get some pictures when I was walking home at night. The quality of the photos is kind of variable on my cellphone but I am pleased with this one!


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Today was FREEZING ( Read more... )

It's odd how I don't have a book-reading icon. :( THESE MATTERS MUST BE RECTIFIED, and SOON.

( Every once in awhile I see how many I've got of these books...bold for read-through, italics for started )

Random link dump, because I was browsing through a community :P

Frank in a whole bunch of incarnations. Also includes the one with SA's logo, but it looks more like he's been shot or something o.O

I had no idea this existed. :D :D

Other things that may or may not be of interest to you:
1. a water main burst on one of the main roads in the city the ( Read more... )

dear flist ( Read more... )

Oddly formatted requests sound like poetry ( Read more... )

Currently quite frustrated with myself, because I have got ideas and ideas for stories (I feel like the quintessential kid in the candy store; also, the idea of having bilingual stories is really, really appealing) but I'm not writing. Which is no-one's fault but mine, but aggravating ( Read more... )

I went ice skating today. In retrospect, I could have chosen a better day. It was negative thirty with windchill. Oops.

I can still skate backwards! I can still brake! I can still skate, period! It's been a few years. I didn't attempt spins. (I hate spins.) There were perhaps two or three dozen people out today - on a nice day, the lagoon is filled ( Read more... )

-30 Celsius today, and with windchill it went into negative forty. Waiting for the bus has become a horrible experience. [especially when you can see that the same route has had two buses come by already, and not even one for you ( Read more... )

Snowfall of about fifteen centimeters over the last two or three days. The whole city has been moving in slow motion: watching the cars spiral down the cloverleaf-shaped interchange, strung out like dark beads against the white snow, is strange for someone who is used to whizzing down them so fast that everyone in the car is leaning to the other ( Read more... )