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This title brought to you by Zodon of PS238, a gorgeous little webcomic I found via the TV Tropes website.  Warning: do not click on those links if you have better things to do, like eating or sleeping.  That second one especially will eat your mind.

Here's a CUPBOARDing "meme" to waste time with while my hard disk backs up:

( Memey meme meme McMeme )

This is one of those memes. Except it's not a meme. This is what a meme is. What this thing is is a bit of LJ spam. Tedious. I reserve the right to answer completely unrelated questions if I consider the proffered ones too vacuous.

1. Your Middle Name: Who gave you your preferred name? I picked it myself. There were too many people with my (original, mundane) name at a party I went to, so I said "Call me Eric the Fruitbat", and they did. I got it from reading too much Monty Python earlier that day. Some years later, Dean Economou suggested "Eric TF Bat" as a form suitable for inclusion on a concert program (this was for Perth IV, 1997) and I liked it so much that it became my default form. I've never bothered changing it by deed poll because it would be too much trouble.
2. Age: What year of your life would you like to go back and do over? I try to avoid regretting my past -- it slows me down too much -- but I was a particular git when I was 26 and 27, so I could happily redo that and try harder. There was a party (and consequently a girlfriend) I could have profitably avoided, for a start.
3. Single or Taken: What's your second-favourite relationship so far (your favourite being, presumably, your current one)? Your assumption is correct, O nameless interviewer. Second favourite? Hmmm... I refuse to say, except that she's in my LJ friends-list.
4. Favourite Movie: Favourite idea for a movie that's never been made: I'd love to see Green Lantern, because I'm a fanboy.
5. Favourite Song or Album: ... that you wrote yourself? I really like Lord McGee, but it changes regularly.
6. Favourite Band/Artist: ... to sing songs from to small children? Flanders and Swann, specifically The Sloth. Both the BatPup and the Boy Wonder love it and demand repeat performances.
7. Dirty or Clean: What's the one kind of domestic mess you hate the most? I can cope with cat poo on the carpet, baby puke, well-used nappies and washing-up sludge in the sink, but I get really squicked by... used teabags. Call me Mr Weirdie.
8. Tattoos and/or Piercings: How do you feel about tattoos and piercings? Tattoos always seem to me to be a little like suicide: a permanent answer to a temporary problem. It's rarely that I've held any opinion so strongly that I knew I'd never change it, so I've never risked a tattoo. I know a gorgeous lass with "Doug Anthony All Stars" tattooed above her breast, for example -- she's going to be spending the rest of her life indignant at the ignorance of youth, I just know it. As for piercings, the only ones that creep me out are ear piercings; the rest seem perfectly normal to me. The abovementioned lass has several, and my gods they're sexy...
9. Do we know each other outside of LJ? Do you LJ-Friend people you don't know? Hardly ever.
10. What's your philosophy on life? the existence or non-existence of god(s)? The only way a god can exist is if He/She/It is outside the system - like the entire universe is a mathematical equation and God is the mathematician. Thus, any god by definition has to be completely irrelevant: the system continues to work without it, because otherwise it wouldn't be a system. So, given that, God doesn't need to exist at all. That's the kind of God I believe in. Anything else is self-evidently impossible. Oh, and men getting nailed to trees and then coming back to life? Metaphor. Deal with it.
11. Is the bottle half-full or half-empty? Is there anything in Western culture more aggravating than pop psychological questions like that one? Yes, but not much.
12. Would you keep a secret from me people you love if you thought it was in my their best interest? Of course. Total honesty is a ridiculous concept. But in the case of my Beloved, I'd generally want to be completely certain that it was (a) important enough to hide or (b) too irrelevant to mention. Because some ridiculous concepts are worth keeping.
13. What is your favourite memory of us involving teeth? The BatPup's grin.
14. What is your favourite guilty pleasure? If you could find the people who first hit upon the idea of associating guilt with pleasures, how hard would you punch them? Very.
15. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you: No.
16. You can have three wishes (for yourself, so forget all the "world peace, etc." malarkey) - what are they: What three superpowers would you like? Teleportation, invisibility, and immortality. Yes, I know the whole Doctor Who "everyone I love will die of old age and I'll go on" dilemma, but frankly I can find new people to love a hell of a lot more easily than I can find things to do while dead.
17. Can we get together and make a cake? What is your cooking speciality? I used to do stirfries a lot. I bake a mean Italian apple cheesecake thing. And I know the recipe for baked beans on toast.
18. Which country fictional world is your spiritual home? I don't know. All of them have more downsides than up. I like this one, thanks.
19. What is your big weakness? Procrasti [note to self: finish this answer later]
20. Do you think I'm a good person? Are the majority of people on Earth good, bad or neutral? Good. Overwhelmingly so. But sometimes they take bad advice and do bad things, thinking they're good. This, incidentally, is why I preferred the Byrnebooted Lex Luthor in the 1980s and 1990s: he honestly believed he was saving his city and his world from an evil influence (a super-powered Nanny named Superman), whereas the previous and later incarnations are just evil for the hell of it.
21. What was your best/favourite subject at school: Computer programming. Duh!
22. Describe your accent: What is your favourite and least favourite accent? Holly Hunter's accent is just gorgeous -- what is it? Something southern (US) I guess. But I really, really hate French accents. They grate. Must be the six years of French classes.
23. If you could change anything about me, would you? If you could go back in time and change something you did, what would it be? I would have found someone less psychotic to help rebuild SCUNA, because we accidentally picked a total fruitloop, and she didn't do a good enough job.
24. What do you wear to sleep? What is your strangest bedclothes-related anecdote? I knew a woman who ______________________________________________ bed, ___________________________ ulterior motives _____________________ "_______________________ naked", ___________________________________________________________________________. (OK, granted ________________________________________________________________________________ bisexual, __________________________ but it was still... odd.)  (Anecdote voluntarily redacted to protect the guilty.)
25. Trousers or skirts? Both. I quite like the whole tunic/kilt/overcoat look. All my best SCA garb has that general motif.
26. Cigarettes or alcohol? No.
27. If I you only had one day to live, what would we do together? you do? Spend the time with my family, and make sure they knew all my passwords and PINs.
28. Will you repost this so I can fill it out for you? No.

Tried doing the book meme (bold the ones you've read, etc) but LJ's immortally braindead Rich Text formatting widget decided to strike-through every item.  I don't care enough to go and re-edit.  Suffice to say that most of what was there was tripe, and Jane Austen should have gotten out more and had more sex and spent less time writing.

Rules: Post 3 things you've done that you believe nobody else on your F-list has done. Indulge in remorse if someone calls you out on a listed item.

1. Written an alliterative, tightly-rhymed double-acrostic in the manner of Beowulf and Gerard Manley Hopkins, just because.

2. Listened to a lesbian guitarist and a dope-smoking pub rocker belting out an impromptu blues rendition of Footprints ("One night, a man had a dream...") at a Catholic youth camp, with a priest in the room.

3. Never ever drunk alcohol or tea or coffee, smoked, done any kind of illicit drugs or (since 1995) eaten chocolate. (Actually, I've tasted alcoholic drinks maybe three times, never more than a sip, but the taste turned me off.)

Just did an online grammar test and it said I got 100% Beginner, 100% Intermediate, 100% Advanced and 80% Expert.

Why would you publish a test with errors in the scoring of one in five of the Expert questions? They should be ashamed. Ridiculous.

Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real places, names &/or objects, but nothing made up! Try to use different answers if the person you got this from has the same 1st initial. You CAN'T use your name for the boy/girl name question.

1) 4 LETTER WORD: Elbow
2) BOY NAME: Elbow
3) GIRL NAME: Elbow
4) OCCUPATION: Elbow
5) A COLOUR: Elbow
6) SOMETHING YOU WEAR: Elbow
7) BEVERAGE: Elbow
8) FOOD: Elbow
9) SOMETHING FOUND IN A BATHROOM: Elbow
10) A PLACE: Elbow
11) REASON FOR BEING LATE: Elbow
12) SOMETHING YOU SHOUT: Elbow
13) TYPE OF TRANSPORT: Elbow
14) POP GROUP: Elbow
15) ANIMAL: Turnip
16) A RIVER: Elbow
17) A CHEMICAL ELEMENT: Elbow
18) SOMETHING FOUND IN A KITCHEN: Elbow
19) A GAME OR SPORT: Elbow
20) AN ADJECTIVE: Elbow


Don't see the point, really.

tqd points out that the book meme I posted earlier, which seems to have taken my Friends page by storm, comes originally from LibraryThing, which appears to a zeroth approximation to be sort of FaceBook for bibliophiles.  They got the top however-many books that their users had tagged with "unread", which is to say I own it, and I'm going to get around to reading it just as soon as I retire to my desert island at age one hundred and thirty, and the result is as posted.  It's an old version, but a quick scan shows it hasn't changed hugely.

And it's OK, you don't have to be a pretentious wanker to have read some or even most of them.  Although if you read and enjoyed anything by James Joyce, there's honestly no hope for you.  That's a man who can write a sex scene in such a way that a class of 16-year-old Catholic school students can find it boring; if that's not some kind of Qwardian anti-talent, I don't know what is.

Bold the ones you've read, italicize the ones you own but have not read.  And just to be different, underline the ones you plan to read one day when you win the lottery and all your friends and family drop dead so you have time to read.

Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norell
Anna Karenina (oh gods, no, not Russian litrachoor)
Crime and Punishment
Catch-22
One Hundred Years of Solitude
Wuthering Heights
The Silmarillion (am I the only geek on earth who was utterly underwhelmed by The Hobbit and LOTR?)
Life of Pi : a novel
The Name of the Rose (the movie was OK, but Umberto Eco is a bit of a wanker, so this may not be worth it)
Don Quixote
Moby Dick (naah, I saw Star Trek: First Contact, so I'm set)
Ulysses (James Joyce needed to get laid more often and paid to write much less)
Madame Bovary
The Odyssey (Alexander Pope's version, naturally!)
Pride and Prejudice
Jane Eyre
The Tale of Two Cities
The Brothers Karamazov
Guns, Germs, and Steel: the Fates of Human Societies
War and Peace
Vanity Fair
The Time Traveler’s Wife
The Iliad
Emma
The Blind Assassin
The Kite Runner
Mrs. Dalloway
Great Expectations (and what a drag it was)
American Gods (at last! a readable book!)
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
Atlas Shrugged (erudito's favourite; I'll leave it to him)
Reading Lolita in Tehran: A Memoir in Books
Memoirs of a Geisha
Middlesex
Quicksilver (I'm over Stephenson; he can't finish a novel to save his life)
Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West (quite a good one; I'm glad an old ex-gf recommended it)
The Canterbury Tales
The Historian: A Novel
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Love in the Time of Cholera
Brave New World
The Fountainhead
Foucault’s Pendulum
Middlemarch
Frankenstein
The Count of Monte Cristo
Dracula
A Clockwork Orange
Anansi Boys
The Once and Future King
The Grapes of Wrath (really quite good, despite being a school English novel)
The Poisonwood Bible: A Novel
1984
Angels & Demons
The Inferno (if I could find the Larry Niven version, I'd go for that)
The Satanic Verses
Sense and Sensibility
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Mansfield Park
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest
To the Lighthouse
Tess of the D’Urbervilles
Oliver Twist
Gulliver’s Travels
Les Misérables
The Corrections
The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
Dune (this is a classic?  it's dreadful!  I've read Foundation; Dune's just less of the same)
The Prince (I read auntyyolly's blog, on the occasions that she updates it, so this book would be redundant)
The Sound and the Fury
Angela’s Ashes : a memoir
The God of Small Things
A People’s History of the United States : 1492-present
Cryptonomicon
Neverwhere
A Confederacy of Dunces
A Short History of Nearly Everything
Dubliners
The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Beloved
Slaughterhouse-five
The Scarlet Letter
Eats, Shoots & Leaves
The Mists of Avalon
Oryx and Crake : a novel
Collapse: How Societies Choose to Fail or Succeed
Cloud Atlas
The Confusion
Lolita
Persuasion
Northanger Abbey
The Catcher in the Rye
On the Road
The Hunchback of Notre Dame
Freakonomics: A Rogue Economist Explores the Hidden Side of Everything
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry into Values
The Aeneid
Watership Down (seen in a restaurant window: Watership Down - you've seen the movie, you've read the book, now eat the cast!)
Gravity’s Rainbow
The Hobbit (bleagh)
In Cold Blood: A True Account of a Multiple Murder and its Consequences
White Teeth
Treasure Island
David Copperfield
The Three Musketeers


Some true gems in there, some that I'm sure aren't old enough yet to be classics, and some utter dross (ie everything by Joyce and Dickens, probably everything by Eco).  Generally, a good collection for pretentious wankers.

Why is it that absolutely everyone on my f-list is a right-handed potential Playboy centrefold with ten fingers who's never seen Napoleon Dynamite? Are my friends all that homogeneous?

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open it to page 161.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't search around and look for the coolest book you can find. Use what's actually next to you.

This means, for example, that we don't have to specify the data type of a variable when we declare it.

... Which is pretty much the whole reason I try to avoid using JavaScript in the first place, which in turn is why I need a copy of JavaScript: The Definitive Guide on hand.

In my defence, I would like to point out that JS:TDG was the second-closest book to hand. The closest, the SLIME User Manual, doesn't run to 161 pages, but it's considerably more useful to me at the moment.

AND IT CAME TO PASS that the memesheeple of the LJ proletariat found amongst them a meme, and the meme was of seven parts expressed in three commands, for truly the prime numbers are the most grody, and the meme directed their hands and minds thus:

If you are tagged:
a) List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself
b) Tag seven people to do the same
c) Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag "whoever wants to do it"

I'm sure I've done this one before, but I got tagged by aunty_del, and I didn't have anything else planned to write about, so what the hell.

1. The idea of being loyal to the company I work for annoys me.  The me who goes to work is a construct, an artificial creation whose only existence is the hours of nine to five on weekdays.  The real me exists the rest of the time: with my family, my friends and (increasingly) online.  So the idea that I should feel loyalty to work is a bit like the idea that someone who used to play a doctor on television is qualified to give testimonials about headache medication on late-night infomercials.  That's not to say I'm disloyal; just that I don't like the expectation of loyalty.  I think my beliefs in this regard are pretty standard for geeks everywhere.
2. I used to have a girlfriend who was a movie buff, and I saw a hell of a lot of movies.  Now I don't have time, and an old problem that I managed to sublimate has returned: I'm so used to interactive media that I can't bear to sit through a movie or even a TV show from start to finish.  If I can't get multiple input -- say, by talking about the movie with someone while it's showing, or pausing it and going off to do something else -- then it gives me the brain-itch, and I can't bear it.  The only real exceptions to this are science fiction shows: Battlestar Galactica, Torchwood, Heroes, Journeyman and a handful of others.  They seem to have higher information density or something.  I still prefer to watch them when I'm half asleep, like on the bus going to work, because my brain is not up to that level of passivity.
3. The common theme of those two points is that I don't tend to get immersed in things unless they really fascinate me.  I'm not the type to put down deep roots.  Having a family has changed that somewhat, however, which is why I'm now permanently employed instead of contracting, and paying a mortgage instead of rent.  I want to concentrate more on that.  Our house still has some conceptual cardboard boxes left unpacked, and it would be good to unpack them.  I call it hammering a nail into a wall, for reasons I'll explain some other time.  One way to hammer the nail is to do some serious work on throwing out all the junk I have in storage "just in case".  Mostly it's just taking up physical and mental space and letting me avoid thinking about really personalising this house the way I like.  I like elegant simplicity, but when there are piles of junk on every surface, it's too easy to think of the house as being merely a large and unwieldy handbag, and "home" becomes an impossible idea.  So: need to kill off the junk.
4. I have an unexplained lump in the skin of the front of my throat, just above my collar bones.  It probably started as an ingrown hair, and just stayed there. It appears to be utterly benign, and not worth removing.  But as Greigy told me once, it's interesting that it's there, because my voice is such an important part of who I am -- singer, herald, teller of stories to my Small People -- and it's as if that lump is a marker over my voice box, the most significant part of me.
5. It annoys me when friends of mine have what I consider stupid opinions -- creationism, homeopathy, voting Conservative -- because I feel obliged to slap them about the head and get them to realise how wrong they are, but it just doesn't seem worth the effort.  I don't want to lose friendships over things that really don't matter.  Having been raised Catholic, I'm quite comfortable with even high levels of hypocrisy, so I'd rather just accept that so-and-so believes such-and-such, which is insane and stupid, but is nevertheless a sane and intelligent person.  We all have our flaws.  I couldn't be Pharyngula in a million years: I don't have his energy.
6. My Beloved is much better than I am at detecting when I'm being a rude bugger.  A lot of the time she'll say, "well, that was rude", and I'll be surprised and a little miffed.  I can sympathise with autistic people: sometimes the rules of the Human Race game are incomprehensible.  That said, I also feel that in many cases, people just enjoy being offended, and I don't see much point in denying them their fun.  As I wrote in a comment on Stilgherrian's blog once:  There is a class of person (not a very high-quality class, but a class nonetheless) who enjoy being offended.  They want to feel outrage, they like to see their expectations thwarted and their standards denied.  It gives them a little thrill, in reference to which I would probably use the word"frisson" if I were, you know, a wanker.  And who are we to deny them their enjoyment?  Let the poor sad buggers vent.  It gives them something to do.  It's that or sexually assaulting the cat.
7. The saddest songs I know are Deeper Water, by Paul Kelly, and Empty Garden, by Elton John.  The happiest song is Your House by Jigzag, and I'll always be grateful to Cate (Ysabella) for introducing me to them. I'd love my house to be the house in that song.  The first Baron and Baroness of Politarchopolis had a house like that, as did John the Prevert back at Padbury Street, and a long-lost old friend named John Blanchette back in my pre-Eric days, and a handful of others.  Houses that people can drop into, where it's just home... those are lovely.

Hrrm.  That will do.  Just to utterly bamboozle the meme, I shall nominate only people who don't use their LJs for posting, or else people who are highly unlikely to have read this far.  So I tag barmaidblog, auntyyolly, infoaddict, damned_colonial, priestbeast, persimmon_queen and muffled_melisma.  If even one of them takes up the challenge as a response to my taggery, I shall eat my hat lunch.

Snatched from tedeisenstein and basal_surge, among others:

A meme for the end of the year.

( Click goes the mouse, boys, click click click! )

hrj did the "[insert name here] is" meme with her LJ nick, and it occurred to me that I could do the same. Here are the results:

Etfb is a homologue of YGR207C
- not that there's anything wrong with that! ¹

Disease information of ETFB is not available!
- "I think I'll go for a walk." "You're not fooling anyone, you know. Look. Isn't there something you can do?" "I feel happy. I feel happy." WHAM! ²

A polymorphic variant of ETFB is useful...
- Yep, I'm fully object oriented!

Like Trustees in English Trust Law ETFB is expected to manage this large Fund based on equity and law.
- Buddy, can you spare a dime?

ETFB is made up of persons. appointed or elected pursuant to sec. 15.16(1)
- I'm a conspiracy! Maybe that explains where my socks keep disappearing to.

This gene, designated etfB, is preceded by the putative Shine-Dalgarno sequence AGGAGG and an 8-bp. space...
- And they say computer geeks talk gibberish? I'm sure geneticists make it up as they go along just to impress girls.

ETFB is die projekleier.
- That's Dutch for "the person who lies about the project", as in: "yes, it'll be done on time", or "no, it wasn't a mistake to standardise on COBOL for all embedded driver development".

ETFB is proposed as a means of separating fluids of different conductivity...
- Naaah, I got nuthin'.


¹ Note: I will occasionally quote Seinfeld memes; that doesn't mean I'll actually watch the show. Not while there's grass growing and paint drying and repeats of M*A*S*H to compete with it.
² The same restriction doesn't apply to the classics, of course.

2³⁰ seconds (12428 days) ago: Friday, 26 October 1973

Living in Wagga, NSW, with a recently-arrived baby brother. I think this was about the time my parents bought a nice house in Kooringal, all done up to their specs, planning never to move house again because they'd finally arrived. Given that they recently moved again for the sixth time since then, it can be seen that their foresight was not the greatest. I was probably already reading by this age, and would take Kookaburra Pre-School by storm the next year with my incredible cuteness and my virtuoso singing of "We Wish You A Merry Christmas" at the end-of-year assembly. But that's the future. Probably happy.

2²⁹ seconds (6214 days) ago: Wednesday, 31 October 1990

Going out (or more commonly at this stage, staying in) with a cute Canberra University student named Megan, who eventually taught me (a) that there's more to cookery than meat and three veg, and (b) to avoid cute Canberra University students named Megan. In the process of breaking up with her about a year later I would take up an old friend on an offer and go to my first SCA feast, so this is kind of the prologue to the rest of my life. Failing Uni and about to drop out. Happy.

2²⁸ seconds (3107 days) ago: Tuesday, 4 May 1999

Just moved to Sydney to try to head off my sixth Long Distance Relationship. Living with a Fabulous Monster in a shoebox under the flight path, working as a Delphi programmer for a rather silly company that insisted on its Sydney-based programmers all working from a serviced apartment in Newcastle. Only good side to that was that I missed out on the great hailstorm of 1999 because I was on the F1 southbound at the time. Was getting involved in SUMS, which was OK but a bit dull, and the Sydney SCA, which I really enjoyed. Happy.

2²⁷ seconds (1553 days) ago: Monday, 4 August 2003

Living with my Beloved and the Elder Daughter of DOOOOM, and either (a) searching for or (b) waiting for settlement on our house, which we would move into in November. Being called "Bum Head" a lot, but discovering that I rather enjoy parenthood. Recovering from being one of the four committee members for Canberra IV Choral Festival. (Gerrie emailed me recently to say that they're starting up the steering committee for the next one, by the way; I told her I would gladly come if I were allowed to throw molotov cocktails and then leave.) Happy.

2²⁶ seconds (777 days) ago: Monday, 19 September 2005

Somewhat gainlessly unemployed, having left the Australian Government Information Mismanagement Office when their good managers all died and got replaced by potplants. About to start a short stint with GeoComTex, headed by Henry Van Statten, but it didn't go well. Now the father of a BatPup, who at this stage was cute, gurgly and mindbogglingly chubby. Poor but happy.

2²⁵ seconds (388 days) ago: Thursday, 12 October 2006

About to start at Red Pill Blue Pill Pty Ltd. Boggled at my luck, at finding what looked like the perfect job for my skills and interests (and a year later this is still true, modulo some ugly JavaScript). BatPup now walking, talking, astonishingly cute, and nowhere near as chubby. EDoD no longer calling me Bum Head. Happy.

2²⁴ seconds (194 days) ago: Tuesday, 24 April 2007

Writing rude songs about a cretin who criticised my bardic circle. Meddle not in the affairs of bards, ye alcoholic old git, for they are subtle^* and quick to anger, and your name scans to Greensleeves. Apart from that, preparing for the eventual arrival of a new BatCreature, whose nom de womb would be Rosy. Vengeful but happy.

^* The word "subtle" in this context should be taken with a grain of salt approximately the size of the Axel Nebula.

2²³ seconds (97 days) ago: Monday, 30 July 2007

Possibly coming down with the flu, and worrying about my mortgage, but a little chat with my boss would sort that out. Poor but happy.

2²² seconds (49 days) ago: Monday, 17 September 2007

Getting the hang of Linux and rather enjoying my job again. Beloved by now so huge that people keep asking her when she was due, and being most surprised to hear that she had two months to go. Daughters still gorgeous. Happy.

2²¹ seconds (24 days) ago: Thursday, 11 October 2007

Failing to get addicted to FaceBook. Wishing the Rodent would call the election so that erudito could get back into the minority where he could do some proper ranting, because he's less fun when he's mainstream. Beloved now a danger to shipping due to gravitational lensing. Daughters evil but gorgeous. Happy.

Skipping some low numbers...

2¹⁷ seconds (2 days) ago: Saturday, 3 November 2007

Spending a lovely day with the EDoD and the BatPup, touring school fetes, to achieve the twin goals of Daddy Daughter Bonding Time and Mummy Sleep Time. The petting zoo was a particular hit with the BatPup. Took daughters to their Graunty Evelyn's 50th birthday BBQ and left them there with their Grand Da and Grand Moogi. Went home and fell in a heap. Tired but happy.

2¹⁶ seconds (1 day) ago: Sunday, 4 November 2007

Achieved record for the week: nearly two hours spent on work for a job that, when finished, will get me some useful spending money. Sadly, at this rate, Rosy will be old enough to drive to the shops to buy me a new zimmer frame before I finish. Decided to take the Monday off and clean the house, since nobody at work was honestly expecting my Beloved to still be pregnant or me to be doing anything but changing nappies by this stage. Tidied house some more; not that you could tell from looking at it. Overworked but happy.

And tomorrow...

Due to some foolishness by our increasingly doomed-looking local govt, tomorrow is a holiday (and weren't the local catering companies thrilled to miss out on the biggest money spinner of the year!) so there'll be more house-cleaning. Planning to be happy, but I'll keep you posted.

(It's interesting to note how that exercise pinpointed the happy bits: missed out on a couple of nasty breakups and some boredom, got lots of high points. Shiny.)

For the first five people who reply to me and re-post this challenge, I will send/give you absolutely nothing at all. It might be a lack of a hand-made artwork or a non-existent composition, or the complete absence of something cool from my collection. Whatever it is, I promise that I will specifically and explicitly not send it to you in 365 days or less.

The only thing you need to do in order to participate is to be one of the first six hundred and ninety three people to refuse to reply to this, AND post either this entry or some other entry related or unrelated to this one on YOUR or someone else's LiveJournal - 'cause it's fun to give people stuff, but impossible to find the time.

You have to re-post this and/or you won't get anything.

(With thanks AND anti-thanks to maggishness and a large collection of other similarly generous individuals.)

A SCAdian meme for a change, stolen from alpha_angel.

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Via sir_phil: all my Friends™, together at last!

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Try out this Meme
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wenchilada got me, godsdammit. Will the carnage never cease? Curses!

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next three sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favourite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.
6. Tag five other people to do the same.

Well, sorry, but the nearest book doesn't have 23 pages, so I'll open it to the 2+3=5th page and post the entire text, thus:

He started to look for some food.

And now I'm going to go and read it to my BatPup.