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Random cruel remarks about the Olympics, day 7: Racewalking -- BWAH! John Cleese should sue. It looks like St Vitus' Dance Awareness Day at the seniors' mallwalking class. Do these guys ever watch the tapes of themselves doing this and go, "man, I was so wasted at the college athletics signup..."?
The Prequel's Progress: 25135. Interesting story about that, really: I sat down to work on either of two things I had in mind to do, and wound up tinkering with another part of it altogether. But at least now I know what role the wandering scene-fragment about the prostitute plays in the overall picture, even if they're being stubborn about sending along the words to explain the visuals.
[-- Snip is standing guard over They Who Dwell Beneath The Fridge, fishing around for whatever may be roaming just out of paw-reach, and she has just sat in the kibble dish. {pauses to boggle at cat} Oh, she's got a crumpled-up tea-bag wrapper, that's what she's after -- All right, stand down Alert...]
Er. So, anyway, also on my paltry list of Things To Prove I Didn't Completely Waste This Whole Week Watching 'Live From International House Of Speedos', I wrote up a short piece and emailed it off to the third KnitLit anthology, which is a collection of anecdotes about knitting. The guidelines are coy about whether and what they'd have in mind to pay for these, but what the hell.
No plumber once again today. Mum forced to bring home Subways.
The Prequel's Progress: 25135. Interesting story about that, really: I sat down to work on either of two things I had in mind to do, and wound up tinkering with another part of it altogether. But at least now I know what role the wandering scene-fragment about the prostitute plays in the overall picture, even if they're being stubborn about sending along the words to explain the visuals.
[-- Snip is standing guard over They Who Dwell Beneath The Fridge, fishing around for whatever may be roaming just out of paw-reach, and she has just sat in the kibble dish. {pauses to boggle at cat} Oh, she's got a crumpled-up tea-bag wrapper, that's what she's after -- All right, stand down Alert...]
Er. So, anyway, also on my paltry list of Things To Prove I Didn't Completely Waste This Whole Week Watching 'Live From International House Of Speedos', I wrote up a short piece and emailed it off to the third KnitLit anthology, which is a collection of anecdotes about knitting. The guidelines are coy about whether and what they'd have in mind to pay for these, but what the hell.
No plumber once again today. Mum forced to bring home Subways.