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dragonlady7) wrote2006-10-17 11:15 pm
dragonlady7) wrote2006-10-17 11:15 pm
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I have a collection of unrelated items.
* I managed to bruise the inside of my arm above my elbow at rollergirls. This does not bother me as much as the inexplicable headache.
* Now that my power is back on I had quickly forgotten about the storm. But driving up to North Tonawanda for roller derby practice reminded me right quick: I drove over five extension cords across the street where, presumably, neighbors are sharing power. Half the street is on, half is not.
* Lots of traffic lights are still out. Did you know that if the light is out, you are supposed to treat the intersection as a four-way stop? Well, if that's not actually the rule, everyone here does it, and it works remarkably well except when there are like six lanes. Then it gets a little confusing, and my impulse, I admit, is to just go. It's like a big slow-mo game of auto-chicken.
* I love Mozart. I have, with Mozart, a love that transcends time and destiny. I had entirely forgotten about it until just now when the Allegro movement of Sonata no. 16 came on, from the Mozart CD I idly ripped at my parents' house. God I love Mozart. I love him so much. And it's not the melodies, no. It's the left-hand part of the piano.
Perhaps this bit of trivia is new to my f-list, but I used to play the bass clarinet in a woodwind quintet. SO. MUCH. FUN. Nobody understands this.
(Also I love the clarinet concerto thing he did. I played that once as a solo for some competition. I did ok because it didn't involve sight-reading. I can't sight-read for shit.)
* I am a posting fiend today, apparently. That's ok. I'm feeling very grumpy and I'm trying to think of inoffensive items to put in here, and I'm almost fresh out. But a good conclusion is:
* It is nearly time for bed, and Z had made a pot of tea when I got home, so I have jasmine tea and fuzzy jammies, so my weird headache-backache thing can go stuff itself. I am going to bed. Yay!
* I managed to bruise the inside of my arm above my elbow at rollergirls. This does not bother me as much as the inexplicable headache.
* Now that my power is back on I had quickly forgotten about the storm. But driving up to North Tonawanda for roller derby practice reminded me right quick: I drove over five extension cords across the street where, presumably, neighbors are sharing power. Half the street is on, half is not.
* Lots of traffic lights are still out. Did you know that if the light is out, you are supposed to treat the intersection as a four-way stop? Well, if that's not actually the rule, everyone here does it, and it works remarkably well except when there are like six lanes. Then it gets a little confusing, and my impulse, I admit, is to just go. It's like a big slow-mo game of auto-chicken.
* I love Mozart. I have, with Mozart, a love that transcends time and destiny. I had entirely forgotten about it until just now when the Allegro movement of Sonata no. 16 came on, from the Mozart CD I idly ripped at my parents' house. God I love Mozart. I love him so much. And it's not the melodies, no. It's the left-hand part of the piano.
Perhaps this bit of trivia is new to my f-list, but I used to play the bass clarinet in a woodwind quintet. SO. MUCH. FUN. Nobody understands this.
(Also I love the clarinet concerto thing he did. I played that once as a solo for some competition. I did ok because it didn't involve sight-reading. I can't sight-read for shit.)
* I am a posting fiend today, apparently. That's ok. I'm feeling very grumpy and I'm trying to think of inoffensive items to put in here, and I'm almost fresh out. But a good conclusion is:
* It is nearly time for bed, and Z had made a pot of tea when I got home, so I have jasmine tea and fuzzy jammies, so my weird headache-backache thing can go stuff itself. I am going to bed. Yay!
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http://www.crayne.com/feedback/feedback.htm
I think I'm going to try that.
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What's most frustrating on my own novel so far is that I just have the persistent feeling that if I just work a little harder I'll 'get' it. And I never quite do, but it's more that I never quite think hard enough, and... well, it kind of hurts my head, and I have to sprint for the bus now. Bah.
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