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Feb. 5th, 2006 08:37 pmsong FYI: if you wanted a song at the time of my last post and the uploadsend service was down, I've reupped the songs to savefile. I've not had problems with either service before, so I'm expecting (not unreasonably) that one or the other set of links should be working at more or less all times. Qualify, qualify, qualify, and wash my hands of the whole deal.
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( s t r e t c h and cut )
( never say never - remix and fanfiction )
Mr. G is watching the super bowl with Chuck, Doctor, and the Friendly Giant. I'd bet that they're all having a good time, sure, but that they're also at least a little wistful re: my absence. I'm sitting in a coffeeshop full of damn kids, directly next to a couple who seem to be trying to convince one another that they're really, really, deep and spiritual people who deserve love. Gah - just go fuck already! And I just discovered that the power strip I'm plugged into actually isn't working, so my screen just dimmed, battery is half-dead (or, for the optimists, half-charged), and I still haven't done anything work-like.
I had other things to talk about. Gender, for one. My Peter Berlin "porn" viewing experience. Characters. Cover versions, adaptations, remakes, and musings on why we use different terminology for music made with orchestral instruments (for which I've got a lot of tracks set aside). That will have to wait. I'm going to write at least one fictional sentence before my battery dies. That's a very achievable goal.
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( s t r e t c h and cut )
( never say never - remix and fanfiction )
Mr. G is watching the super bowl with Chuck, Doctor, and the Friendly Giant. I'd bet that they're all having a good time, sure, but that they're also at least a little wistful re: my absence. I'm sitting in a coffeeshop full of damn kids, directly next to a couple who seem to be trying to convince one another that they're really, really, deep and spiritual people who deserve love. Gah - just go fuck already! And I just discovered that the power strip I'm plugged into actually isn't working, so my screen just dimmed, battery is half-dead (or, for the optimists, half-charged), and I still haven't done anything work-like.
I had other things to talk about. Gender, for one. My Peter Berlin "porn" viewing experience. Characters. Cover versions, adaptations, remakes, and musings on why we use different terminology for music made with orchestral instruments (for which I've got a lot of tracks set aside). That will have to wait. I'm going to write at least one fictional sentence before my battery dies. That's a very achievable goal.
