Sort of. I can play bass and guitar, but I don't. I kinda just faff around, not really playing much of anything. Occasionally a riff will happen, or a note will appear, but I'm nothing special.
If you could take over someone's body for a day, who would it be?
No, no, this is just the start of the end of the world. No need to panic!
Do you believe in magick?
The best feeling in the world,
well, that would be sex,
no, not sex... Love!
Making love?
No, just love.
That weird squishy feeling,
the butterflies that turn to bats,
the hugs and kisses.
All the trappings of love.
Love has me trapped,
and I'm rapt.
So go on, get yourself zapped!
Money. Running anything successfully costs money, so more advertising would be a good idea. Not advertising on the site, but advertising the site elsewhere. I only knew about this place when I stumbled upon a comment in a thread at the other place. That's poor advertising, and just proves that word of mouth doesn't really work. Just check the thread "how did you discover Stories Space?" and you'll see that most people are here from there.
It's not exactly the quantity of members that matter, it's the quality, anyway. You've got people like me, who really don't post much any more, due to life, but we make the occasional appearance. Then there are the ones who just sign up and don't bother at all. There are regulars, who never seem to stop posting. What I'm getting at here, is that no matter how many members there are, there's always going to be the same situation. And let's not forget, as much as we want to, the recent blight.
So, bottom line, more money and a more proactive leadership style would really benefit the site.
, sleep, probably fight, eat, play games, drink, sleep...
Don't you just hate when someone steals your food, before you've even opened the packet?
In the woods! So much more exciting.
What kind of villain would you be? Evil genius or bumbling fool?
I've always fancied learning Russian.
Did earth suddenly get taken over by aliens?
I don't drive, and nor do I have any plans to learn because I just don't trust myself with a couple of tons of metal that could kill someone.
Do you drive?
Indecision: Inability to make a decision quickly. My word because I feel indecisive about going to my friend's house today. I'm in pain and I'd rather just spend half the day in bed and the other half moping about my house.
So, this is an international forum. We all have our ways of speaking, some more local than others. How cool would it be to have a conversation with foreign people, in our own dialect, and see where it takes us? I'll start:
A'right, pal, how ye daein'?
From scratch. It's more hassle than store-bought, but so much more yummy, too. Also, one can experiment much more that with store-bought.
It's getting cold. For the cold weather, do you prefer one thick layer of clothing or several thinner layers?
I do, but wouldn't listen to it all the time. Also, I think it's weird how classical musicians only seem to play other people's music. In my opinion, that isn't being accomplished, it's just being a parrot. Any fool can memorise a set of notes, it takes true genius to write those in the first place.
Got any grapes?
Still nowt. I guess some arse-kickery is in order.
For your own home is best without doubt.
So run around, twist and shout!
No, don't pout!
Twist and shout without a doubt,
don't even think about doing the pout,
or I might have to throw you in the moat
take all your groats and steal your boat.
So, yeah... Stuff and noise.
Classical. There's only so much jazz I can take. Classical has so many sub-genres, that it's easy to find something to like. Maybe I just haven't given enough time to jazz.
Ale or lager?
I saw two of my ex-workmates yesterday, and it made me smile. They were about the only ones I could stand in there, so to see them happy and more fulfilled with their jobs made me happy. They were also the only people who ever spoke to me of their own volition, so that made me smile. This is becoming a mini-musing, but I'm quite a lonely person. I can be surrounded by people, but if they're not the right people, I get lonely. Anyhow, my hands still aren't better and I've not got the test results back. It better be something fixable that won't come back again.
In a ditch, covered on petrol on fire.
My health. Again. I'm going to the doctor on Tuesday for a blood test to check for a vitamin deficiency. He doesn't know what's causing my pain (or peripheral neuropathy), so he's just trying to rule things out, I think. I've to fast before the blood test, so no food after 7:30 PM. Won't that be fun?
Trust the evidence of your own eyes.
If you don't you'll find that time flies
and all you've got to show is a bunch of badly baked pies.
If the meat looks rancid,
throw it out.
If she has a propensity to pout,
find a window.
If he has sin,
let him in.
Or do what you like,
it's your own life.
Just trust me on the eye using.
Apoptosis (from Ancient Greek ἀπόπτωσις "falling off") is a process of programmed cell death that occurs in multicellular organisms. Biochemical events lead to characteristic cell changes (morphology) and death.
Despite the meaning of the word, I find it funny, though horrific, too. I first encountered this word when playing Metal Gear Solid, and it's stuck with me ever since.
Dancing in the Shower by Me.
Flip a coin or make a rational, well thought-out decision?
It's nothing but a prolonged pain.
But no pain, no gain, eh?
Whomever wrote that one was a sadist or masochist.
What's the gain of pain?
More pain.
Stupid phrase, that.
I'd rather sit out in the rain, than to feel pain.
Tell me, please,
why my knees bend backwards?
Did someone install a hinge on them?
It's been like this for days now.
I'm back to front,
my mind's taken a dunt.
Life's a...
I'm just going to pour more wine,
even though it ain't even noontime,
for wine is the order of the day,
so let's drink wine and roll in the hay.
A few things. My brother's birthday, for one. That's coming up on the 11th this month, which means that I have to deal with the whole "tragic day for the whole world" stuff, but really, it isn't tragic for me. I got a brother, who was born a full two years before that. Yes, it's horrible, but people forget that it was a joyous day for a lot of people. I haven't got him all the presents I wanted yet, but I will.
Aria, obviously. She's starting a new business venture, and that's got me thinking about my own business venture. I'm gonna be honest, I really need her to kick my arse. She definitely helps with motivation. We went through a slight phase where wee didn't talk much, but we talked that out, so we're good again. There's the situation of where I'll live when I go over there, but I'm not getting into that.
Music is always on my mind.
Work, but more specifically my wrists, due to work. Carpal Tunnel Syndrome isn't fun. I've finished the six weeks (fucking x button isn't working properly) of splinting, and have been not splinting for five nights now. Ain't going well. Now I'm thinking of the surgery for CTS. It's not exactly a cure. It falls into the category of a deliberate injury. What they do, is cut away the ligament that (look at your wrist) runs just at the joint. That gives the carpal tunnel more room, but as you can guess, doesn't actually treat the nerve compression. There's also the V-shaped cut they can do, but there really isn't much they can do. I'm fucked, really.
What else? I need a salad spinner. I got new glasses, so I think I'll wear them today. That's about all.
My words once relevant, all turn to babble.
I feel like such a useless rabble,
so off I'll go, to my house of rubble,
and drink away all my trouble.
A bottle of whisky
will make my liver crispy,
cure the shitsy,
and make me blitzy!
Or maybe vodka,
for my useless bodka.
Perhaps some wine,
so I can whine?
Rum for my bum!
Trying to choose a mode of dampening,
is almost too mind-crampening,
so I think I'll choose...
Arr, a bottle o' rum, for me bum!
