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posted by [personal profile] eftychia at 01:38am on 2005-08-01 under

A bit of advice: if you're going to eat cinnamon-red-hots ice cream and coconut lime habanero ice cream together, eat the cinnamon-red-hots ice cream first, then the coconut lime habanero ice cream. The other way 'round will make the c-r-h ice cream taste far too sweet and the cinnamon will taste funny. Two delightful flavours as long as you eat them in the right order.

Made it out there. Made it home again. Much goodness, leading to much tiredness. Have not begun to try to catch up on email and LJ-friends yet. Never did get bowing pointers, but something mysteriously good happened to my bowing while I was up there anyhow. Will find out later whether any of it stuck. Still have a lot to learn in either case.

eftychia: Me in kilt and poofy shirt, facing away, playing acoustic guitar behind head (Default)
posted by [personal profile] eftychia at 05:25am on 2005-08-01 under

"i've developed a deep appreciation for the word douche as an insult. i am so excited that a single term exists for someone who is a product of the patriarchy, a drain on the wallets and self esteems of women, completely unnecessary, and bad for the vagina." -- [livejournal.com profile] msdreadful, 2005-05-24 (thanks to [livejournal.com profile] firinel for linking there)

eftychia: Me in kilt and poofy shirt, facing away, playing acoustic guitar behind head (Default)
posted by [personal profile] eftychia at 06:38am on 2005-08-01 under
03:00 — Fell into much needed sleep.
 
06:00 — Woke suddenly when Perrine jumped onto bed in classic "I've got prey" fashion. Either she was messing with my head, or she brought something tiny to the bed and lost it. Woke up enough to start rearranging papers in case a bug had run between them.
 
06:15 — Pigeon nearly flies into window, does last-minute course correction to avoid striking glass. Perrine launches herself at window, winds up hanging from top of the bottom sash by her front paws, falls (turning it into a spring back to the bed) before I can bring a camera to bear.
 
06:25 — Perrine is staring at the window, waiting hopefully for another bird. Won't chase laser pointer: apparently a bird in the bush is worth more than a laser in the hand. Or something.
 
06:30 — gonna try to get back to sleep.

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