UK Watercooler 22 Paths of the Sephiroth

Maybe I should tell you about the Tarot reading I had done on New Years Eve. Or is discussing that sort of thing bad luck?

I used to get that, but between dealing with C*l*m, and the kid getting diagnosed w/ASD it all got burned out of my brain. Now I don't give a fuck. If anyone's that horrible, they don't deserve my attention, and don't get it, period. Most of the mail lists I'm on have a few members killfiled at my end, most of the boards I have a few people set to "ignore".

Is it bad luck to talk about tarot readings? Pish posh! It's bad luck to reveal wishes, but Tarot isn't like, written in the stars or anything.

but keeping wishes anonymous has been commanded by The Great Old Ones themselves.

Some popping candy was handed out about half an hour ago, and all the sugar's just entered into my bloodstream! Wow! It's like cheap speed! Brilliant!

I will post my tarot reading details later.

Ain't nowhere near as bad as my reaction to the Cure/Korn clip that will yet surface.

From teh other thread:
vile-thinking misogynist crap like "how can you think this... what kind of MIND would you have to have to think things like this?"

I presume whatever's got your goat is more misogynistic in context?

(Kate, I bet even Ned has people on ILX that annoy him. Fight back, or learn to deal with it like most people have. It makes life a lot easier. Seriously, retreating to this thread to moan isn't going to do anything - challenge whatever you feel needs challenged if you want to do something positive.)

For the zillionth time in a couple of years, I'm unemployed again. Hurrah! Time to DO STUFF!!

(stuff = webmonging, mostly)

One or two...

Maybe I shall go home and READ LOADS OF LOVELY BOOKS. Or at least get a start on the backlog of hardbacks I can't take on the train. I'm reading too many books, and have too many good books in the pipeline, argh.

Fat Boab is appearing on the Korn Unplugged too?

"Clearly, the highlight of the evening — for both Davis and his audience — was the arrival of Robert Smith and the rest of his band, the Cure (guitarist Porl Thompson, bassist Simon Gallup and drummer Jason Cooper), for an acoustic mash-up that blended Korn's "Make Me Bad" with the Cure's "In Between Days."

"You never thought you'd see that sh--, did you?" Davis asked the audience, pointing at Smith. "This is the band that got me through high school. They were the soundtrack of my life then. So to be onstage with these legends ... I just never thought in my wildest dreams this moment would happen."

The collaboration was perfect — the two songs woven into one gloomy masterpiece. "I feel the reason as it's leaving me, no, not again," sang Davis, followed immediately by Smith's wispy response: "Make me bad." Then, it was Smith's turn, as he floated through the first two verses of "In Between Days" and shared the microphone with Davis on the chorus: "Come back, come back/ Don't walk away/ Come back, come back/ Come back today/ Come back, come back/ Why can't you see?/ Come back, come back/ Come back to me."

The song's end was met with a standing ovation, and underneath the shy Smith's long black hair, one could see a smile come across his rosy red lips. Davis, still awestruck, took a deep breath before saying, "That was some crazy sh--."

That phrase makes me want to break things.

Ailsa unemployed....blimey!

I am as tired as a human being could be having done the following conntinuum since 10 this morning : had a meeting with 4 chinese people/driven to cambridge/met with a prof/driven back/went to supermarket/cooked dinner/done homework with kids/discovered that the cats have killed a bird in the hall - cleaned it up/searched high & low for daughters trainers only to discover them festering muddily in her room/cleaned the trainers/had a row with son about his urgent and key need to have a bath/....now collapsed/hiding from kids in front of computer with a bottle of beer. There are cats fighting all over the house. Mrs. Dr. C is having fun at book club. For me it's a bath and early bed. Goodnight.

NEW SONG.

READ LOADS OF LOVELY BOOKS

yes! I am reading The Three Musketeers at the moment! Only half way through the first chapter and D'Artagnan has already had a sword fight where his sword gets broken and he's left holding the handle! yay!

For me....a morning slobbing,....sorry, **working** at home followed by a short trip over to Imperial to see another Prof.

I am steeling myself to go and get two new front tyres for the motor now - not cheap, but best be legal I guess.

I am so fed up with ILM that I can't even be bothered to post on the Joe Meek thread, despite being thee official numero uno Joe Meek fan.

Gooblar, may I suggest birching. xpost

Dr C, isn't there a Joe Meek thing happening in London one of these days? (def. not reading ILM, so don't know if that's what that thread is about)

yes, but you don't care about gas the way i (or you, or most of the people here) care about music.

the spanish trapezist's friend stole one of my two bananas *sob*

I think there's a fair chance that no-one has ever written or uttered that sentence before.

Gooblar, may I suggest birching. xpost

One track mind, you people.

Students HAVE to learn how to turn papers in on time, if you learn one lesson in college, this is the one to learn. I used to be terrible at deadlines (and still am) but had to have their importance beaten into me.

However, sternness and beating is the most effective thing. Reducing grades for tardiness has no effect - they used to reduce grades for each day they were late at my school. However, I soon realised that turning in an A paper a few weeks late, you got an F - the same grade as if you didn't turn it in at all. Not really an incentive.

Then I got threatened with not getting out of the Ninth grade if I didn't turn in the requisite paper. In the end, I wrote it over the summer, then translated it into runic script and turned it in like that. Not my fault my English teacher couldn't understand it. Hah!

Morning folks. Thanks for sympathy, MarkH, but I'm pleased at the moment - it's just temp hell at the moment and I don't get assignments like Emsk's, just answering phones and typing letters and making cups of tea for morons who chat to me, find out what I'm qualified to do, what I used to do, make sympathetic noises about how hard it is to find a job and what a shame I'm working well below what I'm capable of, then go back to sticking post-it notes on letters to summarise the content for me in case, y'know, I find reading a bit tricky.

However, application posted this morning for what seems like the perfect job. Fingers crossed!

[To the tune of Men of Harlech]

What's the use of wearing braces
Hats and spats and shoes with laces
Vests and coats you buy in places
Down on Brompton Road

/ C Am C - / F - G7 - / C F C - / C G7 C - /

What's the use of shirts of cotton
Studs that always get forgotten
Such affairs are simply rotten
Better far is Woad

Woad's the stuff to show men
Woad to scare your foemen
Boil it to a brilliant blue
And rub it on your legs and your abdomen

/ G - - - / C - - - / C Am C Em / C Am C - /

Ancient Britons never hit on
Anything as good as Woad to fit on
Neck and knees and where you sit on
Tailors, you be blowed

/ F C F C / D7 - G7 - / C F C - / C G7 C - /

Romans came across the channel
All dressed up in tin and flannel
Half a pint of Woad per man'll
Clothe us more than these

Saxons, ye may save your stitches
Building beds for bugs in britches
We have Woad to clothe us, which is
Not a nest for fleas

Romans, save your armor
Saxons, your pajamas
Hairy coats were made for goats
Gorillas, yaks, retriever dogs, and llamas

So march on Snowdon with your Woad on
Never mind if you get rained or snowed on
Never need a button sewed on
Woad for us today