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First, from The Guardian:

"...Anita Brookner’s novels, populated as they are by self-effacing spinsters..."
"Spinsterish women, maybe. Spinsters though?

Assuming we're talking about protagonists only:

  • Dr Weiss in A Start in Life marries and is a widow by the end of the book.

  • Blanche Vernon in A Misalliance is divorced and her husband returns to her at the end of the book.

I concede that there's Edith Hope in Hotel du Lac.

(I'm going to have to read the entire canon, now, to get the figures, aren't I?)

Second, when I go to heaven I want it to consist solely of Len's backing singers. If there's anyone else there I'd rather go elsewhere.

Third, I have neither the brains nor the energy to wrest control of the keyboard from the cat to have a third thought.
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  • M, thereby earning the moniker "Chastity Cat"
  • Looby Loo
  • Fred
  • Jack
  • Lego robots
  • my laptop
  • the laser printer

What it is to be lovedcolonised.

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I was in the process of configuring LL's email (via me for a human spam check) and got M to send a test. His nice secure email arrived in the spam folder.

"Ooh," I said, "you've been flagged as spam."

"What's spanked as flam?"

What does one say?


Apr. 11th, 2007 10:53 pm
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And someone planted a tree on my profile over Easter while I wasn't looking. I keep on going back to it to see if it needs watering or anything, very Little Prince-ly.

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Or maybe half right.

When the news of the return of Dr Who first came out, there was much speculation as to who Who ought to be.

After a lot of thought, I decided I'd really rather like Danny John Jules.

But it wasn't to be.

Checking on Looby Loo this afternoon I find her watching M.I. High.

Ah well, not quite The Doctor. But Hong Kong Phooey's not a dog any more. (But then it was the cat that had all the brains.)
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I looked out the front window yesterday, during a dry and relatively still spell, just as the to of them trotted past. Their plumes gleamed as glossily as their black cloaks. One of the men sat up high behind them was wearing a splendid top hat. The sun sparkled on the glass sides and I could just pick out the decorative etching around the edges of the panes. The carriage was followed by two sombre black motors.

I haven't seen quite such a fine cortège in a long while.
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temptation behind cut )
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Not as funny as [ profile] bohemiancoast's, I'em afraid:
On the twelfth day of Christmas, muninnhuginn sent to me...
Twelve skulls drumming
Eleven theremins indexing
Ten cats a-knitting
Nine appendices fencing
Eight islands editing
Seven raptors a-proof-reading
Six hats a-brewing
Five mycro-o-o-oft holmes
Four wind synthesis
Three jim burns
Two paul downes
...and a lego in a calligraphy.
Get your own Twelve Days:
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... and Space Commander Travis on Woman's Hour (or at least the drama part thereof). I've always liked Brian Croucher's voice.


Dec. 11th, 2006 12:43 am
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"Teeths" ought to exist as a kind of double plural. Hence:
We two need to clean our teeths.
Just saying.


Dec. 11th, 2006 12:40 am
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Saw a family of jays on the corner of West Road and Grange Road. Not seen them there before--and I used to live just down the road from there.
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But, can meteorological conditions affect broadband connectivity?

I only ask because yesterday, the first rainy day we've had in a while, Skype and dropped the call I made -- the first time I've had that happen -- and I kept losing my connection whilst editing spreadsheets on Google. I suppose the test is whether things work better today with the rain dripping down outside.

Of course this could be the same kind of coincidence as the apparent change in feline behaviour on rainy days. After all, why should indoor cats behave worse on wet days than dry ones?
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Fine, so I'm off to tackle one of the items on today's to-do list. The one, in fact, that M commented on this morning. Fortunately -- and I think it is fortunate for many reasons and on many levels -- item number four reads "Iron" and not "Iran".
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There's a nice obituary in the Tory gruff (I think I'll keep that particular bit of Dragon-speak) for Ursula Moray Williams today. I hadn't realised she'd died, but then children's authors -- especially ones who seem to have fallen out of fashion -- don't always get listed.

I hadn't realised quite how much she'd written, but The Adventures of the Little Wooden Horse and especially Gobbolino the Witch's Cat were great favourites of mine when I was six or seven. I spent part of one Easter holiday rewriting Gobbolino (along with all the gory bits of 17th-century English history).
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Not a good day. Nigel Kneale has died. That's Mr " Mog", so to speak.

And no Convoy. Now, how am I to explain the lack of an Eastercon next year to the child who firmly believes that annual attendance at such things is some kind of religious requirement. I was looking forward to going back to the Adelphi too -- maybe I should go and stay there in solitary splendour.

On the up side, Looby Loo's high temperature means the arguments about whether Trick or Treat is an English custom in which she should participate or a nasty foreign import which we should ignore are rendered irrelevant. We haven't even got a turnip lantern this year. Oh well, I suppose I could dig out the black candles and a handful of skulls. Or perhaps all the dragons in the front window count.


Oct. 9th, 2006 02:04 pm
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I suppose this is going to it an interesting test of just how good the Dragon is: I've got a cold (no, that's not a boast, I'm not sharing, but if you fancy taking it off me...). The cold's had the nerve to the lock-up the sinuses on the left-hand side of my face (so now you know the ravens sleep on the left-hand side) thereby causing toothache.

It's one of those colds that's caused me to feel down in the dumps. Hence:

  • the appalling choice of music, see below

  • the lack of progress in anything I need to do today

  • and even greater desire than normal not to take Looby Loo swimming this evening

Still, we have an armchair, with another to follow. The living room may, someday soon-ish, finally resemble a proper, grown-up parlour and not the student squat it has done for the last fifteen years. Standard lamps and a coffee table to follow, maybe?
(The effect on the Dragon of a blocked up nose is apparently less than the effect caused by moving from upstairs with lower ceilings and carpets to downstairs with a hard floor and high ceilings.)


Oct. 8th, 2006 11:19 pm
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Absinthe + gratuitous Gothic = stuff I'm not sure I want to think about


Oct. 6th, 2006 11:58 am
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Looks like the bottom of my knitting bag )


Oct. 5th, 2006 01:36 pm
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The hens are eating the Russian vine.

That's all.


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