Dropsafe

and to think that i wrote a perl-program to do this, when it was built-in all the time: http://www.livejournal.com/friends/graph/alecm.dot

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Let’s see, what’s happened since last week? Erm. I have got my guitar back and it badly needs restringing, which is something else to do. I’ve borrowed a rather nifty tuner off my mate Grum, but there’s been too many chores and nuisances to get stuck into life to attack this yet. Maybe this weekend…

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some years ago i work up to find that some bastard had stolen the windscreen wipers off my car. i mention this because valentines day morning i wake up to find that someone – presumably the same person – has tried it again with my new model car, and finding them unstealable, decided to tie…

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…that sex could be this good. Or, not sex precisely; more sort-of high-pressure water hoses… but first some context… This has been a weekend of spending money and crank phone calls; on friday night I received a call from on his cellphone; thing is, he hadn’t dialled it. This sort of thing happens once every…

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…a hot, sudsy candle-lit bath, a hot-mushroom/salad sandwich, a cat nap, and now a malt & my laptop. If nothing else, my house is very good for relaxing after an arduous day. 😎 As hoped, the frost stayed off, so I biked over to Avebury – stopping off at Silbury Hill, a few barrows, and…

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it’s been a good vacation, these past three weeks – even if i did cave-in and stop by the office a couple of times this week; i’ve crossed-off a lot of small domestic tasks which have left my house looking a lot more presentable – even stylish in parts – and there’s a 6′ high…

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Thought-provoking extracts from a favourite text; the whole thing is worth a read if you have the time. (URL below) http://www.epicurus.net/menoeceus.html Letter to Menoeceus by Epicurus In this letter, Epicurus summarizes his ethical doctrines: Epicurus to Menoeceus, greetings: Let no one be slow to seek wisdom when he is young nor weary in the search…

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My mother and father discovered our neighbour, dead, this (tuesday) morning, slumped on his kitchen floor behind his front door so that it had to be forced to be open. Patrick Gordon Smith – not hyphenated, but treated as a double-barrel name – lived two doors along from my parents, and was an significant influence…

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Overall, a very pleasant weekend. Friday evening I went to see HuunHuurTu (Tuvan folk band) at the Royal Festival Hall, supporting a 20-voice Bulgarian Women’s Choir, and a trio of Modern Jazz nutters from Moscow & Stockholm. It was a bizzare fusion of music, and worked well – solos and combined efforts, sax and scat-singing…

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sigh

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…is the “don’t auto format” option, slightly broken? sometimes I look at my previous posting, and it is manually formatted as I intended. Other times, and it gets superformatted and looks chunky.

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Well, the They Might Be Giants at the London Astoria tonight, proved three things to me: You’re never too old to have a happy childhood. It’s a very small world. Irrespective of the views of some of my friends, I must have had the words Nice Guy, Chivalrous, And Safe Too tattooed on my forehead…

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