One of the things which has always bugged me is being told that I have a responsibility to continue doing something purely because I am good at it.

That, to be frank, is crap.

I'm good (or have the capacity to become so) at a damn lot of things, but this doesn't mean that I actually like doing them. Just because I can be a better office manager ( Read more... )

Checking the postbox today, I found a package... from cadhlaDespite the length of time I've been scampering around teh intartubes, I've very rarely sent or received things to the people I've talked to. Psychologically, to me, the internet and real life are still very separated. So when I first glanced at the cover of the package, I got that little ( Read more... )

I'm putting together a filk intro/example CD for my singing teacher, as he's never heard of the genre before (classically trained dude), and is a bit curious about what it sounds like and what its deal is ( Read more... )

Heh. I may have accidentally introduced my classically trained singing teacher to the brain-bending genre which is filk, after warming up with a few bars of And The Bass Sings Low and Profoundly.

For values of 'accidentally' including "Let me scribble down a couple of Google phrases and names of filkers: Leslie, Julia, Kathy, Bob, Tom, Seanan..."

Oh, the kitchen's full of gamers ( Read more... )

If you wanna know about me there is never need to doubt me
Though I'm made of twisting zephyrs on the sand
I am Daedalus and Escher, I'm the grin upon the Cheshire
cat, a thousand spiral dances through the land.

( I'm a fractal polyhedral, the bazaar and the cathedral... )

Never drink your juice with lungs, you really won't enjoy it
It should be to the stomach slung, to bellows don't deploy it
Remain aware, your lungs need air, so don't direct your juice down there
No, never drink your juice with lungs.

:(

The world's largest floating trash pile might not be a place people would think to go for their holidays. But I wonder what the result would be of releasing something into the area which gummed all the crud together in a huge floating plate. Ocean currents would keep it pretty much in place (if slowly rotating). There's probably enough burnable ( Read more... )

If I wrote a novel about the advent of teleporters in the current world, it would probably be a sci-fi thriller. ( If I had to condense the plot and set it to music, it would sound something like THIS - )

Have decided to stay mostly at home today. Did go out to drop off a bit of drycleaning, do a wee bit of shopping and get some lunch, but after walking by a bookshop the consensus was that we'd be avoiding Pötterdämmerung for the moment.

In more interesting calendar events: Nine hours and 38 years ago, Apollo 11 landed on the moon.