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So. I looked out into my back yard today to discover that the 'chimes' part of one of my wind chimes has come off its pretty blue sunflower-like upper-half, and is buried under the snow.
Buried like, say, the barbecue is buried. Or the plastic lawn chair. Or the hedge.
Yoi...
Half a meter to go. ;-)
I need to call my choir director is about five minutes to see whether or not we're having a rehearsal today.
I hope not.
I was out 'til 1am with Paul's family. (His brother has just separated from his wife, so this was family support night --> In the form of hearing Roxanne Potvin at the Black Sheep Inn[1]).
The concert was supposed to be tonight, but they exchanged their tickets for last night so that we could go and not have to brave The Storm.
Anyway. Basically this means that I'd much rather be crawling back into bed right about now, rather than heading out to a practice at-which I'm probably going to suck. :-P
<*one phone-call later...*>
Choir practice is on.
Dammit. :-P
H'okay. So. Must get dressed and, perhaps, have a cup of hot water or something just to be on the safe side. :-\
In other news:
I've been reading about Idioglossia's journey of photographer!self-discovery.
I think the suggestions people have been making regarding how to handle a shoot wherein the model is unclothed... Well, I think the resemblance between those suggestions and the requirements for how a bdsm scene goes are remarkably similar. (Okay, yes, the person who suggested 'use a safeword' was *probably* aiming to make her laugh, but the 'do something Normal and Nurturing afterwards' bit, in particular, is striking in its similarity. :-)
Just thought I'd bring that up. :-)
Have been putting (icky, icky) lavender essential oil on my split-chapped lip.
It's working.
Thank goodness for that. :-)
Anyway. Gotta go. :-)
I think there will be a nap this afternoon. :-)
- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)
[1] Her guitarist is kinda cute in a pleasingly androgynous sort of way. :-) Also, her music was fun and her whole band was having a good time on stage - which certainly picked up my seriously flagging energy levels. So yay for Roxanne and company. :-)
Sadly: The opening act was one of the damned Legions of the Self-Aware, so I found his attempt at audience patter to be, ah... really pretentious in an "I'm so Radical and Marxist! Look at me condemning the ruling class and dismissing the possibility of an afterlife!" kind of way. Plus his voice was mediocre and I couldn't understand 2/3 of what he was singing. Baaaaaaaaaaaad performer. Boo. Was not impressed. :-P
Buried like, say, the barbecue is buried. Or the plastic lawn chair. Or the hedge.
Yoi...
Half a meter to go. ;-)
I need to call my choir director is about five minutes to see whether or not we're having a rehearsal today.
I hope not.
I was out 'til 1am with Paul's family. (His brother has just separated from his wife, so this was family support night --> In the form of hearing Roxanne Potvin at the Black Sheep Inn[1]).
The concert was supposed to be tonight, but they exchanged their tickets for last night so that we could go and not have to brave The Storm.
Anyway. Basically this means that I'd much rather be crawling back into bed right about now, rather than heading out to a practice at-which I'm probably going to suck. :-P
<*one phone-call later...*>
Choir practice is on.
Dammit. :-P
H'okay. So. Must get dressed and, perhaps, have a cup of hot water or something just to be on the safe side. :-\
In other news:
I've been reading about Idioglossia's journey of photographer!self-discovery.
I think the suggestions people have been making regarding how to handle a shoot wherein the model is unclothed... Well, I think the resemblance between those suggestions and the requirements for how a bdsm scene goes are remarkably similar. (Okay, yes, the person who suggested 'use a safeword' was *probably* aiming to make her laugh, but the 'do something Normal and Nurturing afterwards' bit, in particular, is striking in its similarity. :-)
Just thought I'd bring that up. :-)
Have been putting (icky, icky) lavender essential oil on my split-chapped lip.
It's working.
Thank goodness for that. :-)
Anyway. Gotta go. :-)
I think there will be a nap this afternoon. :-)
- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)
[1] Her guitarist is kinda cute in a pleasingly androgynous sort of way. :-) Also, her music was fun and her whole band was having a good time on stage - which certainly picked up my seriously flagging energy levels. So yay for Roxanne and company. :-)
Sadly: The opening act was one of the damned Legions of the Self-Aware, so I found his attempt at audience patter to be, ah... really pretentious in an "I'm so Radical and Marxist! Look at me condemning the ruling class and dismissing the possibility of an afterlife!" kind of way. Plus his voice was mediocre and I couldn't understand 2/3 of what he was singing. Baaaaaaaaaaaad performer. Boo. Was not impressed. :-P
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