I was digging around in a junk drawer and came across my old RCA Lyra mp3 player, so I decided to see whether it still works. I have the old parallel port reader somewhere, and I’m sure I have the software that came with it (also somewhere), but a CF card is a CF card […]
Sympathy, empathy, shite. Why do people talk about their medical and personal problems in public places, and furthermore, what the fuck am I supposed to say? I’m supposed to say something–that much I know–but I’m rubbish at sympathy because I really don’t care, and although I’m slightly better at empathy, I still never know what […]
Symphony No. 9 in D Minor, Op. 125 An die Freude. One of the most beautiful pieces of music I’ve ever heard. I love Beethoven, but this is a favourite; the power in the music, the way it really communicates joy. Beethoven died in 1827, 179 years ago, but people still know and love his […]
I am, I mean. Monday and Tuesday it was sunny and bright, and I was in good spirits. Didn’t even drag my arse about getting things done. Wednesday dawns dull and grey, and it took Cape Breton fiddles to get me unglued from the chair to look after the wee finned ones and their food. […]
Tell My Ma Traditional Irish song, I think. I like it because of the girls’ bell-clear voices and harmonies and the way it goes up-and-down-down-and-up. Not sure that makes sense, but I understand what I mean.
Bless P’s heart. When I crawled out of bed and staggered to the kitchen this morning, he had already left for work, but beside the coffeemaker (where he knew I’d see them first thing) were two cards; one addressed to “Der Mama” in P’s distinctive scrawl, and the other printed with “Mama” in Cliffie-letters. Atop […]
Looks like the furry little bastard meant business. M. called last night and said they’re expecting the same blizzard that buried the northeastern US, complete with power line-downing winds. We don’t have anything like that, but we’ve actually got a little snow. I absolutely love snow….UNTIL NEW YEAR’S. Not a spit of it for the […]
Ardal O’Hanlon, Dylan Moran, Bill Bailey. All of ’em, fucking brilliant. Interesting, too, that all of the good Britcoms go a few seasons, then the stars don’t want to even hear about them again. Rowan Atkinson doesn’t even like Blackadder anymore, Dylan Moran says that Black Books was fun in series one, arduous in series […]
Fish that bit me today: – betta – two L. “Hongi” males (sorta my fault) – one pissy male paradise fish Ungrateful little bastards, the lot. Ought to consider whence come the yummies before flashing the chompers.
Moldavian Dance. I like the sound of a balalaika. Before that, the Rankins singing An T-Each Ruadh, Canadian Celtic in Gaelic. I like how Gaelic sounds–like you need half a pound of phlegm in your throat just to pronounce the words. Weird day.