February 9th, 2006


The sun is a mass of incandescent gas, a gigantic nuclear furnace*

I bought new shoes. I went to a workshop and managed to only be late one morning out of three. I giggled about Lee Tamahori. I went to poi and did handstands because I'm better at them than I am at poi.

I managed to make someone angry without even trying. I'm decent enough to feel bad about that.

I want yards and yards of EL wire so I can collaborate and scheme with Charlotte and a metric fuckload of bubble wrap. A metric fuckload is bigger than an imperial one despite what people might think and both are different from a shitload which is 3500. I have no idea where one could obtain that much bubble wrap.

This is really just a post for the sake of posting. You may have noticed.

I'm feeling strangely dissociated. Thank you pagurus for that word. It's the perfect one for the occasion. But there will be horses, which I'm very looking forward to.

Normal programming may resume shortly.

* s/iridescent/incandescent to satisfy the fussy people