Grace Notes @ Snarkattack

I lasted an hour at work today, before sinuses got so painful I couldn’t concentrate on what people were saying, so I had to go home.

On my way home, I decided that I’d try the Harry Mathews experimental writing project I did a few years ago again. I’ve just written my first entry. I’m also going to delay publishing them, and post them in weekly slabs so that people who are actually subscribed via e-mail to my blog don’t get assaulted.

My main concerns are I’m going to be honest. About myself, and about others. This isn’t always a good thing. It won’t be vindictive (never). I sort of have an idea to write about some of the people in my life that mean something to me.

If I can find the archive to my first one, I’ll post it up and you can peruse at your leisure. Quick, run and hide now!

Jeannette on LJ.

5 things I did today
1. Retasted Monteith Summer Ale - oh so yummy *swoons*
2. Coughed up amounts of green gunk, ugh
3. Cuddled up to the lovely neighbour puss who frequents my home
4. Made cheese jaffles
5. Made a new friend

5 things I must do before 2008 is out
1. second round of the Harry Mathews project* perhaps?
2. try BDSM?
3. try homebrewing
4. read at least one book in French
5. stop procrastinating and buy some new bras

some random thoughts
1. I should drink less alcohol (but probably won’t)
2. I’ll never be a concert flautist (damn you Rob! *shakes fist*)
3. apparently I’m cynical
4. why do the English celebrate the day a terrorist tried to blow up Parliament? (Colin? perhaps you can answer that one?)
5. albatrosses are beautiful

*Harry Mathews project = experimental writing thing I did a few years ago, where you write 20 lines a day everyday, inspired by Oulipo/French surrealism/Dada. I was depressed and needed something to obsess over. It was actually really fun, and I got friends to e-mail me topics to write about.

I was reading this and got all inspired, thinking, hey, I’ll dig up the fake bio I wrote for one of the best pieces I’ve ever written.

Except that I don’t seem to have the file on my computer.

I have it in several hard copy versions (it was even published in a magazine), but not having it on computer has me in panic.

Holy feck. Perhaps I can get Rob to scan it or something. The formatting was an absolute bitch and it would take hours to retype (it’s long).

Ah, the artist’s life really is about love and loss.

First and foremost, I would never ever recommend playing a wind instrument with a hangover. I have done it before, but now that I have no flute-playing stamina, I’m weak!
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Yes, I know I’m probably boring friends and the few random readers to death by blogging as if the world is going to end to coincide with the (stupid bloody) Olympics finishing, but my doctor did say distractions at the moment are good.

DC said something to me about Camus being mentioned in a song by The Magnetic Fields (though I don’t know what the actual song is), and the gorgeous Neil Gaiman loves them, so I thought I’d give them a try. Got grubby paws on copies of The Charm of the Highway Strip, The Wayward Bus/Distant Plastic Trees and 69 Love Songs (vol 1). I love. Kind of difficult to explain their music, but it’s ace.

Again owing to long-time ex SL, Death In June - The Cathedral of Tears and NADA!. I honestly don’t know how to describe this sort of music. Dark ambient, apocalyptic folk perhaps? In any case, I didn’t dare tag them on last.fm.

I was heartbroken to hear from Evol Kween (hey you!) that Eluvium and Explosions in the Sky were here earlier in the year and did a gig at the Corner Hotel!

I would much rather have seen that gig than find the man/woman of my dreams. I can’t believe it…

Last but not least, pre-Joy Division oeuvre. They were apparently called Warsaw for a time and a lot of these Warsaw tracks actually appear on Joy Division’s Substance. They just sound more raw and rough around the edges and less synthy.

I’m lame. I officially panic when Radiohead is not my top weekly artist on last.fm.

Oh and no thanks to damn Rob, I too have the same Flight of the Conchords tracks repeating a few times a day - I like ‘Inner City Pressure’, ‘Frodo’, ‘Robots’ and ‘Bowie’ (which is just hilarious and genius).

Found here - I chose the ‘I Can’t Write A Poem’ option. Some of the lines are set (first two and last four) - the rest is my shoddy work/excuses for why I’m not writing at the moment.

Forget it
You must be kidding
no inspiration
drugs dull me
burning myself out socially
sleeping at all the wrong times
distracted by human attraction
self-destruction gets in the way
reading a lot of poetry not my own
mind too cluttered
Time’s up? Uh oh!
All I have is a dumb list of excuses.
You like it? Really? No kidding.
Thanks a lot. Would you like to see another one?

Kind of cool. It could definitely work as a prompt to start a poem, might save that link and experiment with it further.

I think Ogden Nash is talking about perving on arses…am I wrong?!?!

What’s the use?
Sure, deck your limbs in pants,
Yours are the limbs, my sweeting.
You look divine as you advance . . .
Have you seen yourself retreating?

Granted my mind is not always devoid of smut but…yeah, I really do think this is about checking out someone’s posterior.

Password changes.

There’s now two passwords. Not everyone has both. If you have the second one, any post marked with an asterisk (*) will use the second one. I think I e-mailed most of the people who I wanted to have the second password. If you think I missed you, just let me know and I’ll give it to you.

I’m sorry but I won’t be as sharey with the second password as I was with the first. They’re only really for the people who know all my shit and still somehow find it in their hearts to tolerate me (for which I’m eternally grateful…I promise). Please don’t be offended, it isn’t personal, honest.

Any password posts without the asterisk are accessible with the first password.

I’m sorry I had to do this, but people burn me. Not all the time, just at the moment and my coping mechanisms and hired help aren’t reachable and can only do so much.

DH - thanks so much for tonight. I’m in so much of a safer place because of you.

Been a pretty shite day. I think it’s been regular-person shite, so that’s (sort-of) okay.

I learnt that my injury is apparently going to hurt for quite some time. God, health professionals can be useless…they don’t tell you these things. It throbbed for quite some time today. For it to hurt for up to a year is not unheard of. The more I learn about the nature of such things, the more I regret my stupidity. Like I was telling a friend the other day, I don’t just look like Frankenstein’s monster, I rather feel like it too.

I wonder if the same thing happened to Z. Though his was due to surgery.

I’m starting to feel all disconnected from people again. Can’t quite figure out if it’s a good or bad thing. I mean, usually DH and Frosty are good value where beer and pubbaging are concerned but the most animated I could get was when Frosty told me the old WoW guild we both used to belong to folded, and that a certain fellow who jerked me around constantly got booted out…

So apparently my arsehole-radar isn’t totally out: it was right about that fellow. Christ, things would have been so different if I weren’t on robot drugs when I met that sorry excuse for a human.

One person I really am dying to see and won’t this weekend is BP. I missed her last catch-up and now I’m going to miss her birthday because of rehearsal camp.

I really need to give her a thank-you hug for not minding me when I called in a most distressed manner after speaking to…well, you-know-who. She got to witness me being my most ‘Duckface-like’ (the character from Four Weddings and a Funeral). She didn’t quite get the point when I said I was like her: she told me I was much prettier. Just watch Duckface and the way she gets whenever she sees Charles (Hugh Grant’s character). That is more the Duckface I’m like.

Damn it, I read this really good quote about how it’s a higher compliment to be trusted than it is to be loved. I’m clutching at straws to try and end this on a less negative note.

Perhaps I’ll just say I’m wearing a fragrance called ‘Eat Me’ by BPAL. I smell of vanilla cake and currants. I’m sure big sis would approve.

I should specify I’m embarrassed by the results of the first one, but I don’t really think the second one is all that accurate. Blame Pie!

You Are 18% Evil

You are good. So good, that you make evil people squirm. Just remember, you may need to turn to the dark side to get what you want!

Your result for The Sexual HELL Test…

HELL LEVEL 2

Raw score: 76%

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