PlaythingOrPet wrote:Slow day today. So slow in fact I have time to ponder how I'm going to secure a fence post to a brick wall with just one fixture at the weekend.
How utilitarian...living up your old name! Hi PoP. Why just one fixture though? Two or three long dynabolts and concreting the post into the ground should do the job fine.
Yeah of course the film, although I wasn't the biggest fan of the poem either. Even then, I was indignant at how much they butchered it. Why did they take a thousands year old poem and go 'I can improve on this!' It was really funny, though.
After a week of snow and rain and soul-sapping dreariness, the sun came out yesterday. As much as I could be, given that I am but one woman with a mountain (an Andes mountain) of laundry and a lot of gray to cover, I was a plant yesterday, soaking up sunbeams.
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here.
Hey, you lot, would you mind not dissing one of our national poetry treasures? Actually, I want to read the Seamus Heaney modern version. I suffered excruciating first year undergrad sessions with a freak (who only looked excited one time when a question from someone caused him to leap to his feet to get a volume down from the shelf so he could look up medieval wheelbarrows), and would like to know more about what that poem is meant to feel like.
There's more to life than books, you know, but not much more
Finding out who my real friends are hasn't been as unpleasant as I thought. Quite exhilirating, in fact, being free from people I didn't like that much anyway.
Moody, I know how you feel. It's been overcast for what feels like forever here as well, it feels like. Warm, at least.
This is a really random dream, and I'm chalking it up to the pork tacos I had for dinner.
I dreamed I had another baby. A baby named Linda. Which was also a hamster. I was at a giant water park with Linda and I insulted Cristiano Ronaldo when I asked him if he lived in Spain or Brazil. He got all huffy and said he lived in New York and was an American.
My aunt says five months is the happiest time for a baby... they've worked out the kinks in their digestive systems, but they don't have any ambitions yet...