September 4th, 2003

SouthPark

Stridulations!

Ever since I arrived in this country, there's been a sort of background noise.
Sometimes it sounds like one of those big step-down transformers in electricity substations when it's raining. Sometimes it sounds like a piece of card being held against a fan through the slots in the back of a PC. Sometimes it sounds like the back wheel of a bicycle when you coast downhill without using the pedals.
This morning I saw what was doing it. Or, at least, one of the things that was doing it. It looked a little like a cricket and a little like a beetle, but it was about the size and weight of a four-month-old fieldmouse. It was beautiful.

As I type this, a voice from behind me is saying that this isn't quite what people are looking for when they're reading my journal. They weren't the exact words she used, but I think you know what she meant. More news later, I promise. It's looking good at the moment.
SouthPark

Music meme

Me? A music meme? Well, I know. Blow that, I'll do books and things.

Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency, Douglas Adams
Of Human Bondage, Somerset Maugham
Under Milkwood, Dylan Thomas
Greybeard, Brian W Aldiss
Sourcery, Terry Pratchett

As an aside, I ought to point out how difficult it is to type properly when she's doing ... that.
SouthPark

Food? She's asking about food?

I don't often read LJ with someone sat behind me and feeling me up and asking questions and so on, but as a result of a comment I replied to she's started to ask me food questions.

So I'm sat here with her hand ... well, I'm sat here typing away and she interrupts me to ask what Spotted Dick is. I'm spending a lot of this fortnight being surprised at those bits of British English that never made it into American English.

spotted dick, bubble and squeak, peckish, "up the swanee", ...
Dark

Bitten by Poems Past

scarlatti had pointed out, some weeks ago now, that she'd never heard me sing -- and I had promised her then that I would repair that omission when I came to visit. It happened today.
I sang "Fandom is One", previously published in peteyoung's fanzine "Zoo Nation. I sang "Old Dominion", which appeared in these pages not very long ago.

And then I sang "Seduction", a poem detailing the events surrounding my proposal of marriage to Anne at a convention in May 1996. scarlatti has described it as one of my best, and I'm inclined to agree. It seemed like a natural choice of poem to sing. I sang the first three verses well, and then fumbled for the opening of verse four. I paused for a moment, fighting to assemble the lines in my head, and then started to sing the fourth and final verse.

And promptly collapsed. There's a reason why you forget these things -- it's called self-defense.
I lay there in her arms,
And realised as I lay,
Her everlasting charms
Had stole my heart away
And made me her eternal friend:
I wished the night would never end.

It ended, of course it did, and life for those of us who are left has to carry on. It's two years now, two years tomorrow, and I should be ready to move on.

I am, I will.
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