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Oct. 8th, 2006 08:06 pmI Aten't Dead ;)
I've been Working (bah), playing AD&D (in a game where standard procedure is to strip the bodies & keep *everything*, including any undies), and being Persuaded into Visiting HairyGit and Spending Money.
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nannyo sent me a text last night (technically yesterday lunchtime, but I didn't see it til I was eating my tea) and invited me to visit & attend the "Let's Make Things Out Of Stuff" show at the showground. So I visited, and watched A Knight's Tale, and admired Paul Bettany's bottom, and was entertained by nannyo's gloss-induced hyperactivity, and had my brain melted by 10 minutes of Brazil.
I didn't watch Robin Hood, because I'd seen a trailer and nearly put my fist through the telly at the terrible, appalling archery. Nnnngh.
And then today I persuaded her (though it took little effort) to buy enough chunky stripy wool to knit a chunky stripy elephant, while she watched me persuade myself to buy some cross stitch kits (a lynx, and a fuzzy kitten sniffing flowers), some books (including a beautiful, beautiful one about how to do Japanese embroidery) and some undyed silk fibre. I didn't buy any of the nuggets of purest green, nor did I buy the other 5 cross stitch kits I liked, nor did I buy the entire stall of Brightly Coloured Stuff, and when I went back for some fuzzy white yarn it had gone.
Next year, we're going to kidnappink_weasel and claire_wain, and possibly snapesbabe too, for closeness reasons, and take them along to Marvel! at the life size swan, and be Astounded! at the floral cricket boxes, and to Explain! wtf you're supposed to do with bright orange things that look like unravelled cinnamon sticks.
And Alexander McQueen's Kingdom smells like my armpits when they're very freshly sweaty, and BPAL's Voodoo smells *gorgeous* on me and actually doesn't turn sharp and flysprayish.
I've been Working (bah), playing AD&D (in a game where standard procedure is to strip the bodies & keep *everything*, including any undies), and being Persuaded into Visiting HairyGit and Spending Money.
Yes.
nannyo sent me a text last night (technically yesterday lunchtime, but I didn't see it til I was eating my tea) and invited me to visit & attend the "Let's Make Things Out Of Stuff" show at the showground. So I visited, and watched A Knight's Tale, and admired Paul Bettany's bottom, and was entertained by nannyo's gloss-induced hyperactivity, and had my brain melted by 10 minutes of Brazil.I didn't watch Robin Hood, because I'd seen a trailer and nearly put my fist through the telly at the terrible, appalling archery. Nnnngh.
And then today I persuaded her (though it took little effort) to buy enough chunky stripy wool to knit a chunky stripy elephant, while she watched me persuade myself to buy some cross stitch kits (a lynx, and a fuzzy kitten sniffing flowers), some books (including a beautiful, beautiful one about how to do Japanese embroidery) and some undyed silk fibre. I didn't buy any of the nuggets of purest green, nor did I buy the other 5 cross stitch kits I liked, nor did I buy the entire stall of Brightly Coloured Stuff, and when I went back for some fuzzy white yarn it had gone.
Next year, we're going to kidnap
pink_weasel and claire_wain, and possibly snapesbabe too, for closeness reasons, and take them along to Marvel! at the life size swan, and be Astounded! at the floral cricket boxes, and to Explain! wtf you're supposed to do with bright orange things that look like unravelled cinnamon sticks.And Alexander McQueen's Kingdom smells like my armpits when they're very freshly sweaty, and BPAL's Voodoo smells *gorgeous* on me and actually doesn't turn sharp and flysprayish.
