Daphne Eftychia Arthur, guitarist+. Dec. 4th, 2007.
"sometimes when i pet my kitties at night in the winter, i see
static flashes on the fur as i zap them with my petting of electric
loving." --
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rmd,
2007-12-02, replying to something I'd written that day.
[I couldn't resist the phrasing, "my petting of electric loving." And static-electricity sparks, uh, kinda maybe go with a "festival of lights" theme for the start of Chanukah tonight? (But in the immortal words of Frank Hayes, "Never set the cat on fire,", m'kay?)]
"sometimes when i pet my kitties at night in the winter, i see
static flashes on the fur as i zap them with my petting of electric
loving." --
rmd,
2007-12-02, replying to something I'd written that day.
[I couldn't resist the phrasing, "my petting of electric loving." And static-electricity sparks, uh, kinda maybe go with a "festival of lights" theme for the start of Chanukah tonight? (But in the immortal words of Frank Hayes, "Never set the cat on fire,", m'kay?)]
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eftychia at 06:39am on 2007-12-04#sniff# #sniff# Oh my, that doesn't smell right. I hope the clothes-dryer hasn't caught fire in the basement, or the space heater in the bathroom. I should go check as soon as I finish writing this comment ...
Oh, sirens ... stopping nearby ...
[goes to window]
Okay, it's not my dryer. It's a house in the next block. The wind is hard enough that I can't really tell which house the smoke is coming from, only that it's blowing right at me. I guess I'll know which one it is once they finish pulling ladders off the trucks and I see which house they lean the ladders against.
eftychia at 06:41am on 2007-12-04#sniff# #sniff# Oh my, that doesn't smell right. I hope the clothes-dryer hasn't caught fire in the basement, or the space heater in the bathroom. I should go check as soon as I finish writing this comment ...
Oh, sirens ... stopping nearby ...
[goes to window]
Okay, it's not my dryer. It's a house in the next block. The wind is hard enough that I can't really tell which house the smoke is coming from, only that it's blowing right at me. I guess I'll know which one it is once they finish pulling ladders off the trucks and I see which house they lean the ladders against.