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I have just discovered that if you highlight this:
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...you can drag it into the event box. Yes, my life is fascinating.
Well, today is going to be devoted to doing nothing much at all. Pedar's plan for the day is "lazing around" and I'm inclined to do the same. I feel like I should clean something, because Sunday is my mother's day for cleaning like a dervish, but I really don't want to. I might, however, get Pedar to kill the huge spider on the kitchen floor. I don't mind little spiders - Mukora, the spider who lives behind my computer, is a case in point - but I really loathe their bigger relatives. And the one on the kitchen floor is big enough to be a judge on Pop Idol.
I think I might even write something. M*A*S*H fic is something I find extremely difficult, but I have started it, so I want to try and finish it. The fact it is currently untitled is going to bug me, I just know it.
Beyond that - I don't know. I did think about persuading (not that he will need much persuasion!) Pedar to watch the Shawshank Redemption with me tonight, but on the other hand, I'm going to be watching it on Thursday, am I not?
Maybe we should watch My Best Friend's Wedding.
I'm rambling. I'll stop now.
Or maybe not. I was reading the Observer supplements today - they include extracts from the journals of Kurt Cobain, who was extremely eloquent if somewhat confused. I really enjoyed reading them, and there was one picture they included that I liked very much - it showed him curled up inside a bath towel, with just his hair and eyes showing, and with his guitar laid down beside him.
They didn't include his suicide note, but the journals are in several parts, so I think we might be getting the Observer for the next month or so. Which means we now seem to be getting the Daily Mail, the Guardian, the Sunday Times, the Observer, and Time. I saw the newspaper delivery boy through the window this morning - he was struggling under the weight of them, and couldn't seem to find anywhere to put them. In the end, he shoved them under the gate, bounced onto his bike and wobbled off.
He didn't realise I was watching him. I wouldn't be surprised if he handed in his notice at the end of a month of Kurt Cobain's journals.

Pine Tree Janitorial Services

There seems to be a lot about Kurt Cobain in all the newspapers this week. It must be all to do with the new material that's being released in November.
I have discovered a few things about Kurt Cobain. For example, in the early nineties when he was trying to make ends meet for Nirvana, he opened a cleaning service - "Pine Tree Janitorial Services. Friendly, prompt, clean."
I also found a wonderful picture of him, which I will scan it and post, I loved it so much.
That's all for now. I've just seen what time it is - where did the last hour go?

Picture

I found the picture. Isn't it nice?

( I feel pretty... )

General education

I sometimes think my two weekend mornings spent drowning in newspapers contribute more to my general education than five weekdays in school.
So far today we have learnt about Jeremey Paxman's strictures on politicians ("Some are good, some are bad, and some must be handled as if they were radioactive"), about the fact there is a competition in Australia to find the country's most beautiful prisoner ("Search for Miss Captivity!") and about how the verb "to google" will be in the next edition of the Oxford English Dictionary.
Talking of Google, Pedar wants me to set his homepage to news.google.com - and for some reason he needs me to do it, rather than doing it himself.
I mentioned Google in Klingon and his eyes glazed over...

Rogue Planet

Nice slashiness in M*A*S*H. It was the one where they win the pony and go riding off in the sunset on it, but I'm sure I've already written somewhere about how adorable it was, so I won't do it again.
Anyway, I was going to watch Enterprise instead of M*A*S*H (because, yes, when you only watch two programmes, they are invariably at the same time) but half way through, I decided I really didn't want to watch it to the end. I missed it last week as well, because Becca rang me to ask for help with Peter's homework.
It's strange, really, because Enterprise is good - has moments of real brilliance - but today's ep was too corny for words. Rogue Planet, I think it was called. Yuk.
Strange... I was thinking about Peter's homework, that I had to help with. Peter is seven years old. He couldn't do his homework, so he asked his parents, who didn't know, so they asked Crazy Dave, who has degrees in physics, and he didn't know, so Peter asked Thomas and Becca, neither of whom could help, so they called me. I could help with half of it.
I believe they wrote a list of people who had to be roped in to help onto Peter's homework before he handed it in. That was weird.
I have spent the whole afternoon writing, which is strange for me. It was Stargate fanfic, my Christmas story for this year, which I should have written last year, as it states I started it on 17th December, 2001.
I started to really enjoy writing it again. I've been going through a long, protracted bout of writers' block lately, so this is good. Maybe I can even finish the M*A*S*H fic.
Though I wouldn't hold my breath.