would someone please explain how the old bloke who lives above me and never makes a sound is **RUNNING** around upstairs?
Willow ,'Conversations with Dead People'
Spike's Bitches 37: You take the killing for granted.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Y'know, I love living in a non-traditional quasi-communal house with four other people, one of whom I happen to be married to.
But if they can't learn to LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE when I'm trying to read or write something that's really important to me, they're going to be sponging my brain bits off the ceiling.
Pardon me for considering this to be a less-than-optimal outcome for all concerned.
Of course, the fact that I haven't written anything worth reading in months and months and possibly years has something to do with it. I'm just afraid I've let any talent I might once have had atrophy under the "gotta make a living staring at computer screens" of the last two years.
Please to be directing me to the nearest clock tower. Kthxbye.
take a left on main, right onto 2nd, then head towards the big chimey thing a few blocks down.
(kindly don't aim for me)
Much obliged. This? Oh, it's just a very long violin. Really.
O I thought it was a trombone
(you need the longer barrel)
How tall is the clock tower?
Speaking of trombones, my father's got a student who's going to be performing "Trombonology" by Tommy Dorsey in a month or so. The kid is a junior in high school. I wouldn't have attempted the piece at the height of my trombone-playing powers, 20 years ago.
Perhaps I should take this to the Music thread, but I'm enjoying the stream-of-consciousness riff.
eta: Laga, it's tall enough to pepper innocent passers-by with percussively-articulated arpeggios for at least a block and a half.
aw darn, cuz the thread inspired me to try and finish chapter 4 of Gears of War, and yet, the last chapter is KILLING ME. Grrrr. How to kill "boomers". Or rather the group after the pair off boomers.
OK, but shifted to music.... :: hums all you need is love ::
I have to admit to ignorance of "Trombonology". My trombone player is Glenn Miller.
I'm listening to "Break-up" on This American Life and getting very sad.
I've got Eddie Izzard playing while doing the Gears of War thing. I should quit the GoW and just watch Eddie. Can't seem to finish this last 1/2 section.