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Oct. 20th, 2004 09:01 amSaw Frank for dinner last night which was lovely although he was with someone who just drove me insane in a not tall enough to ride this ride sort of way.
Then Kat and I, who were in such a state of bewilderment over the entire affair, wandered about the Virgin Megastore, where we discovered I like early 90s hip hop, looked through the clothing they sell there with utter horror, browsed DVDs, looked at sheet music (more and that in a moment) and were reminded of the existence of Mr. Norell and Jonathan Strange or whatever it's called.
While looking at sheet music we because preoccupied with strange juxtapositions, none of which I can recall right now, but the things they had were weird and mostly, horrifying. That said, we flipped through the book for the South Park Movie and then got caught up in some Tori Amos for a while. I stumbled on, or have looked for Very Good Year which was one of those absurdly core songs in my life a decade ago, and I wanted to be moved by the idea of it in my head or by singing it or whatever, but it just seemed so long ago and far away, like none of what it was about for me had ever really existed, so much so that it's hard to even describe anymore.
I've of course heard a billion things about why I must read the Norrell/Strange book RIGHT AWAY -- HP for grownups, creepy Snape-like character, but no one told me it took place in 1806 too! I'm practically itching to lay my hands on it, but I've two and a half HH books to go and a long queue of other things to go as well -- many already in the house. On this grey day though, I feel like it might help. On the HH front all I can say is -- Christ, I thought I was a moody bastard.
Riding yesterday was alright. I was jumpy, the horse was jumpy. He didn't want to trot, I didn't want to trot. He kept taking the reigns away from me, etc etc etc. He'd apparently been awful the day before and thrown someone, so I was in no mood to push it, and we just worked on all the other damn things I've problems with. It didn't depress the crap out of me though, so that's a lovely step really.
I'm sort of down. I think it's menstral.
P.S., I'm a Yankee fan but I've been thinking since two days ago that the Red Sox are going to win this thing, and now I'm nearly sure of it. Batshit weird baseball things happened right before the 2000 election too, and it seems perfectly logical, since we're all already dead and all and living in some crappy mirror universe that the Sox will indeed reverse the curse.
Then Kat and I, who were in such a state of bewilderment over the entire affair, wandered about the Virgin Megastore, where we discovered I like early 90s hip hop, looked through the clothing they sell there with utter horror, browsed DVDs, looked at sheet music (more and that in a moment) and were reminded of the existence of Mr. Norell and Jonathan Strange or whatever it's called.
While looking at sheet music we because preoccupied with strange juxtapositions, none of which I can recall right now, but the things they had were weird and mostly, horrifying. That said, we flipped through the book for the South Park Movie and then got caught up in some Tori Amos for a while. I stumbled on, or have looked for Very Good Year which was one of those absurdly core songs in my life a decade ago, and I wanted to be moved by the idea of it in my head or by singing it or whatever, but it just seemed so long ago and far away, like none of what it was about for me had ever really existed, so much so that it's hard to even describe anymore.
I've of course heard a billion things about why I must read the Norrell/Strange book RIGHT AWAY -- HP for grownups, creepy Snape-like character, but no one told me it took place in 1806 too! I'm practically itching to lay my hands on it, but I've two and a half HH books to go and a long queue of other things to go as well -- many already in the house. On this grey day though, I feel like it might help. On the HH front all I can say is -- Christ, I thought I was a moody bastard.
Riding yesterday was alright. I was jumpy, the horse was jumpy. He didn't want to trot, I didn't want to trot. He kept taking the reigns away from me, etc etc etc. He'd apparently been awful the day before and thrown someone, so I was in no mood to push it, and we just worked on all the other damn things I've problems with. It didn't depress the crap out of me though, so that's a lovely step really.
I'm sort of down. I think it's menstral.
P.S., I'm a Yankee fan but I've been thinking since two days ago that the Red Sox are going to win this thing, and now I'm nearly sure of it. Batshit weird baseball things happened right before the 2000 election too, and it seems perfectly logical, since we're all already dead and all and living in some crappy mirror universe that the Sox will indeed reverse the curse.
