Subject, event, spiders.
Oct. 20th, 2002 12:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenI have just discovered that if you highlight this:
Subject: (optional, for use on longer entries)
Event:
...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.
Subject: (optional, for use on longer entries)
Event:
...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.
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Subject: - cool!
on 2002-10-20 05:49 am (UTC)I've heard so much about it that I'm very intrigued.
Watch My Best Friend's Wedding. I love that film!
It's so funny.
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wow. am really getting the hang of this drag and drop thingy!
Re: Subject: - cool!
on 2002-10-20 05:56 am (UTC)*eek* - my jeans have become attached to my chair and i can't stand up! Lol
:D
Re: Subject: - cool!
on 2002-10-20 05:58 am (UTC)If I can persuade my beloved pater to watch a chick flick.
Drag...Subject:
Message... drop.