disjecta ramblings
Aug. 25th, 2005 02:12 amWhile not quite as sparkling as yesterday, today was certainly satisfying; several queries got solved, some useful work got done, a code of practice draft was approved, etcetera.
I'm currently going through some of my freezer and eating the older ready-made meals that have been there for, well, a while. The official excuse is "disposing of them before they start going past their dates." The private excuse is laziness. (It's going to be very embarrassing if I actually start losing weight on these, rather than on my regular stirfries.)
This amused me. A discussion on rpg.net, at http://forum.rpg.net/showthread.php?t=213076, about horrible fanfic crossover ideas. Then people began saying halfway through how much they'd like to see some of said crossovers. (As would I! If they were written well.)
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Madeira, M'Dear
She was young, she was pure, she was new, she was nice
She was fair, she was sweet seventeen
He was old, he was vile, and no stranger to vice
He was base, he was bad, he was mean
He had slyly inveigled her up to his flat
To view his collection of stamps
And he said as he hastened to put out the cat
The wine, his cigar and the lamps
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I'm currently going through some of my freezer and eating the older ready-made meals that have been there for, well, a while. The official excuse is "disposing of them before they start going past their dates." The private excuse is laziness. (It's going to be very embarrassing if I actually start losing weight on these, rather than on my regular stirfries.)
This amused me. A discussion on rpg.net, at http://forum.rpg.net/showthread.php?t=213076, about horrible fanfic crossover ideas. Then people began saying halfway through how much they'd like to see some of said crossovers. (As would I! If they were written well.)
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Madeira, M'Dear
She was young, she was pure, she was new, she was nice
She was fair, she was sweet seventeen
He was old, he was vile, and no stranger to vice
He was base, he was bad, he was mean
He had slyly inveigled her up to his flat
To view his collection of stamps
And he said as he hastened to put out the cat
The wine, his cigar and the lamps
( Read more... )