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Anna Ternheim: Today is a Good Day )
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They ordered the wrong windscreen for my car.

It will be next Saturday before I can get it repaired. This is bad because I panic about driving anyway, and I panic about big pieces of thick glass- especially when they are breaking- and so this is like a nightmare.

I think I need to get my housework done as fast as possible and watch Firefly and drink Bitch for the rest of the day.

I really hope this centipede is out of shoes!!

lyrics so I can keep up with them )
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Blur- Wassailing Song

The most sought after, hard to find indie Christmas song. And incidentally, one of my favorites! Lyrics and info )

So, nobody fuss at me for posting a link for a free mp3- you can't get this anywhere. Really.
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Very odd lyrics to a pretty decent song )
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Liz just caught the bus for her first day of school and I'll be getting Emily up for her first day back in about an hour. Whew! it feels like life is starting up again. I also have that autumn feeling... it's too early, I know, but I have that days getting shorter and night's getting longer fall feeling. The difficult part about that is that I also get wanderlust in the fall. I want to blow off work and go walking for a long long way... and come home after dark, chilled and tired and just a little spooked, to a hot cup of tea, a wing chair and a good book.

In other news, Alex-the-Golden has not been home for a week. If I have lost half my cats this summer, I am going to be a very upset person! More than half, really. I have not seen the little Ghost-cat that was thinking of adopting me in several weeks either.

In lieu of another hour of sleep, I'm going to go take a shower and see just how much of my August block I can finish. I didn't intend for this to be a Block of the Month so I need to get to work and finish it up. One a month is too slow, even for this complex a pattern and I still have to make another block for May. I think I have settled on a name for it... A Pretty How Town (...with up so floating many bells down...) That fits, I think. The other name I'm considering is Over The Treetops but very few people will have ever heard of that song so it will be a lost reference instead of an obscure one.

I did find the fabric I wanted for the center star in my Don't Go Out A-lone Star quilt. The center diamonds are going to be four times as large as the rest of the diamonds so that I can get more of this printed picture on there. We'll see how that works. I already have the border fabric... it's going to have simply huge borders! I don't know when I'll get to piecing on it... I still have the Storm at Seas to finish.

Day 4854

Jan. 28th, 2006 05:55 pm
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"Someday You Will Be Loved"

I once knew a girl
In the years of my youth
With eyes like the summer
All beauty and truth
In the morning I fled
Left a note and it read
Someday you will be loved.

I cannot pretend that I felt any regret
Cause each broken heart will eventually mend
As the blood runs red down the needle and thread
Someday you will be loved

You'll be loved you'll be loved
Like you never have known
The memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved

You may feel alone when you're falling asleep
And every time tears roll down your cheeks
But I know your heart belongs to someone you've yet to meet
Someday you will be loved

You'll be loved you'll be loved
Like you never have known
The memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved

You'll be loved you'll be loved
Like you never have known
The memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved
Someday you will be loved
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Edgar Allan Poe and His Computer
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Once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped and vision bleary,
System manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor,
Longing for the warmth of bed sheets,
Still I sat there, doing spreadsheets:
Having reached the bottom line,
I took a floppy from the drawer.
Typing with a steady hand, I then invoked the SAVE command
and waited for the disk to store,
Only this and nothing more.

Deep into the monitor peering, long I sat there wond'ring,
fearing, Doubting, while the disk kept churning, turning yet to
churn some more. "Save!" I said, "You cursed mother! Save my data
from before!" One thing did the phosphors answer, only this and
nothing more, Just, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

Was this some occult illusion? Some maniacal intrusion?
These were choices undesired, ones I'd never faced before.
Carefully, I weighed the choices as the disk made impish noises.
The cursor flashed, insistent, waiting, baiting me to type some
more. Clearly I must press a key, choosing one and nothing more,
From "Choose Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

With my fingers pale and trembling
Slowly toward the keyboard bending,
Longing for a happy ending, hoping all would be restored,
Praying for some guarantee
Timidly I pressed a key.
But on the screen there still persisted words appearing as
before. Ghastly grim they blinked and taunted, haunted, as my
patience wore, Saying "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

I tried to catch the chips off-guard-
I pressed again, but twice as hard.
I pleaded with the cursed machine: I begged and cried and then I
swore. Now in desperation, trying random combinations, Still
there came the incantation, just as senseless as before. Cursor
blinking, angrily winking, blinking nonsense as before.
Reading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

There I sat, distraught, exhausted by my own machine accosted
Getting up I turned away and paced across the office floor.
And then I saw dreadful sight: a lightning bolt cut through the
night. A gasp of horror overtook me, shook me to my core. The
lightning zapped my previous data, lost and gone forevermore.
Not even, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

To this day I do not know
The place to which lost data goes.
What demonic nether world is wrought where data will be stored,
Beyond the reach of mortal souls, beyond the ether, into black
holes? But sure as there's C, Pascal, Lotus, Ashton-Tate and
more, You will one day be left to wander, lost on some Plutonian
shore, Pleading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

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(If you have a cat, you will appreciate this)

On the first day of Christmas, my kitten ruined for me........
A batch of my special hand-print cookies. I had turned my back to grab the cookie sheet sitting on the stove. In that micro-second, Sara climbed onto the table, poked her paw into the delightfully kneady mixture and, suddenly off-balance, fell into the cookie dough. Net loss? Six cups of flour, four cups of sugar, three sticks of butter.... Of course, it would have been cheaper to remove the feline ingredient, pick out the hairs, and just rename the recipe Paw Print Cookies.


On the second day of Christmas, my kitten accompanied me........
On a trip to the vet clinic. Who knew that skinny curling ribbon has feline taste appeal? I didn't. Damages: $28 for the office visit, $36 for anesthesia so the veterinarian could take $55 X-rays in case Sara had taste-tested any other Christmas decorations, and a heck of a lot of embarrassment when the vet removed the 3' curly tail in slightly less than two seconds by tugging at it with a pair of tweezers.

On the third day of Christmas, my kitten wrecked for me........
13 ornaments on my Christmas tree. My mistake was forgetting to chain the decorations to the branches. My other error was leaving the room to go to the bathroom while Sara feigned sleeping under the tree. How was I to know the was actually measuring its climbing potential? Value of broken bulbs? $7.50 plus tax.

On the fourth day of Christmas, my kitten broke for me........
A statue in my Lenox Nativity. Would you believe two Wise men plus a head? Lenox nativity figurines: $55.99.

On the fifth day of Christmas, my kitten scratched for me........
The kid across the street who collects for charity. It was an accident. She merely wanted to reach out and touch someone. Unfortunately, she used a unsheathed claw to do so. I settled out-of-court for the cost of a jacket to replace the boy's blood stained one and a hefty donation to the charity of their choice. Although the amount must remain secret according to our settlement, let me put it this way. You haven't seen many soldiers for the Salvation Army this year, have you? Think: Major Windfall!

On the sixth day of Christmas, my kitten opened for me........
The presents beneath my Christmas tree. It was only two, really. While doing some early shopping at a discount store, I purchased a catnip mouse for Sara's stocking. Apparently, anything in the same bag as catnip takes on its potent aroma for a very long time. Replacement costs: $3.99 for another roll of Christmas wrapping paper, $4.50 for two empty boxes, $1 each for the kind of bows Sara can't unravel.

On the seventh day of Christmas, my kitten lost for me........
The earrings I bought for my sister Mary. Actually, it was one earring but since Mary doesn't have a hole in her nose or navel, a pair of matching earrings does make a more appealing gift. Sale price: $29.95 plus tax.

On the eighth day of Christmas, my kitten helped me........
Replace my E and G guitar strings. Would you believe a kitten could fit into the itty-bitty hole in the middle of my Yamaha guitar? Neither could I, but Sara thought so. And she succeeded once she got those rascally strings out of the way. Unfortunately, her little rear end couldn't get out the way I came in. After paying through the whiskers for her previous escapades, I would have been willing to leave her in the guitar for the duration of the holiday season, except that she chose to get stuck two hours before I was due at the nursing home for our annual Christmas carol sing-a-long. Set of steel guitar strings: $12.95; jar of petroleum jelly: 79 cents.

On the ninth day of Christmas, my kitten destroyed for me........
My Christmas card list when she walked across my computer's delete key. Cost for call to Computer Country's 900/help line: $17.50. And I still don't know what happened to the listings of B through H.

On the tenth day of Christmas, my kitten hid from me........
The remote control from my 13-inch TV. This wouldn't be such a disaster if she hadn't previously stolen the power knob. I missed a week's worth of Christmas specials, including my all-time favorite, "It's a Wonderful Life." Rental of "It's a Wonderful Life": $2; purchase of book, "Good owners, great cats": $24.95. Unfortunately, it never mentions the psychological profile of kittens with kleptomania.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my kitten ate for me........
The drumsticks off my 19-pound turkey. OK,OK, so this one time it was my fault. I knew I never should have uttered those now infamous words: "Your first turkey, Sara. Want to try just a little piece?" Cost: Christmas Dinner.

On the 12th day of Christmas........
Sara rested. And so, thank goodness, did my VISA card.

Originally posted by [profile] macaholic

Day 4862

Dec. 14th, 2004 08:22 pm
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Did you know that America was in TWO Korean wars? The one we all know about from school (and other places as well) and a much less known conflict in 1871.

America's Other Korean War

I found this because a friend mentioned to me that he'd been curious about it, having heard a fleeting reference 41 years ago, but had never been able to find anything about it. So for Christmas I'm giving him the solution to his (oldest) historical mystery and satisfaction for his curiosity. I do so love to get unique things for people!

I suppose I'm fighting with James again (Bice, not Berkeley. Berkeley is to well mannered to scrap)... as well as one can fight with someone you don't hear from or talk to who is 800 miles away. I asked for help with a really silly little problem... and then realized that by the time he gets home from Canada, it will be far too close to Christmas and he'll have far too much to do. So I sent a "never mind" and an apology... and got asked what I expected (with the suggestion that I expected him to come home just for that). Heh. I don't expect anything from that one any more except his absence. Of that, I expect an abundance and I am not disappointed.

Today was the coldest day yet... 38° F for the high... which makes my station about 28°... and a 15 mph northwest wind blowing all day long. I'm still half frozen. On the up side, we did see the first few snowflakes this morning... that makes the cold all worth it.

    Hvis jeg spø´r dig hvorfor du er
    ligeså håbløs genert som jeg ka´ væ´r
    så er det ikke fordi det
    er noget jeg ikke kan li´
    men du er ikke som de andre pi´r
    jeg tror bare at vi nok sku´ ta´
    sådan og snakke lidt mere sammen en dag
    der er noget i dit blik
    det er det vildeste kick
    åh du er ikke som de andre pi´r

    (omkvæd)
    men hvordan ska´jeg nu få dig til at forstå
    hvad jeg tror du ku´ være for mig
    og hvordan ska´ jeg nå dig
    hvordan ka´ jeg få dig
    du er ikke som de andre pi´r

    jeg har brug for en pi´ som dig
    du er alt hvad jeg går og ønsker mig
    for du ved at jeg har det der gør jeg er klar
    åh du er ikke som de andre pi´r

    (omkvæd)

    by Morten Fillipsen

    (Trnaslation)

    If I ask you why you're as hopelessly shy as I can be
    Then it's not because it's something I don't like
    But you're not like the other girls,
    I just think that that we should talk some more one day
    There's something in your eyes,
    the wildest kick,
    oh you're not like the other girls

    (Chorus)
    But how can I make you understand
    what I think you could be for me
    and how can I reach you,
    how can I get you,
    you're not like the other girls

    I need a girl like you,
    you're everything I wish for
    'cause you know I've got what makes me ready,
    oh you not like the other girls

    (Repeat chorus)

    Translation by my friend Danjal

Day 4869

Dec. 6th, 2004 01:55 pm
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    Ever fallen in love with someone
    Ever fallen in love
    In love with someone
    Ever fallen in love
    In love with someone
    You shouldn't've fallen in love with
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I need help. I am trying to remember a poem I read long ago about a girl playing with a ball in the church yard. (I think it was Elaine) It goes over the church and she runs around the church to get it back. Unfortunately for her, she ran around it widdershins and so something got her and took her away. Her 4 brothers (one of who I was thinking was Roland) had to go and find her and get her back and

"She never went round the church widdershins again."

If anyone knows Author or Title I would be VERY grateful!
Childe Rowland )
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Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray

South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio 



Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, television

North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe



Rosenbergs, H-Bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom

Brando, "The King and I",
and "The Catcher in the Rye"



Eisenhower, vaccine, England's
got a new queen 

Marciano, Liberace, Santayana
goodbye



CHORUS

We didn't start the fire

It was always burning

Since the world's been turning

We didn't start the fire

No we didn't light it

But we tried to fight it



Josef Stalin, Malenkov, Nasser
and Prokofiev

Rockefeller, Campanella, Communist Bloc



Roy Cohn, Juan Peron, Toscanini, dacron

Dien Bien Phu
and "Rock Around the Clock" 



Einstein, James Dean, Brooklyn's got a winning team

Davy Crockett, "Peter Pan", Elvis Presley, Disneyland



Bardot, Budapest, Alabama, Khrushchev

Princess Grace, "Peyton Place",
trouble in the Suez 



CHORUS



Little Rock, Pasternak, Mickey Mantle, Kerouac

Sputnik, Chou En-Lai, "Bridge on the River Kwai"



Lebanon, Charles de Gaulle, California baseball

Starkweather, homicide,
children of thalidomide



Buddy Holly, "Ben-Hur", space monkey, Mafia

hula hoops, Castro, Edsel
is a no go



U2, Syngman Rhee, payola
and Kennedy

Chubby Checker, "Psycho", Belgians in the Congo 



CHORUS



Hemingway, Eichmann, "Stranger in a Strange Land" 

Dylan, Berlin, Bay of Pigs Invasion 



"Lawrence of Arabia", British Beatlemania

Ole Miss, John Glenn, Liston beats Patterson



Pope Paul, Malcolm X, British politician sex 

JFK, blown away, what else do I have to say



CHORUS



Birth control, Ho Chi Minh, Richard Nixon,
back again

Moonshot, Woodstock, Watergate, punk rock 

Begin, Reagan, Palestine, terror on the airline

Ayatollolah's in Iran, Russians in Afghanistan



  "Wheel of Fortune" , Sally Ride, heavy metal, suicide

  Foreign debts, homeless vets, AIDS, Crack, Bernie Goetz 

Hypodermics on the shores, China's under martial law

Rock and Roller Cola Wars, I can't take it anymore



CHORUS



We didn't start the fire

But when we are gone

Will it still burn on, and on, and on, and on...

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