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  • The little reader who could, GODDAMMITT

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    “Beneath the woman’s veil, nothing could be seen. Above it, a half-mask covered the upper part of her face with cast-metal compassion.” — Janet Morris, Cruiser Dreams, Book Two in the Three Part Saga of the Kerrion Empire ( Berkley Science Fiction, Fourth Printing, September 1984, pp. 105) By god, I WILL finish CRUISER DREAMS.…

  • Well, yes & no

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    Further to my recent musing on the topic of ‘Yes’, by Sally Potter, here is a review that’s been doing the email rounds. The real author is kindly invited to step forward & take credit … The latest Sally Potter film, called “Yes,” Describes a love affair. I must confess Her other work—“Orlando,” starring Tilda…

  • Protected: I am the opposite of comic

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  • Crossroads

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    I haven’t seen him for quite some time, & by ‘him’ I mean, of course, the spideylovingBUMwholivesinfrontofthechurchacrosstheroad. Today there was an extensive collection of blankets & sports bags there, fashioned almost to look like two people sleeping under covers. But no, when I ambled a little closer I realised it was just bags. Under blankets.…

  • Or just damn good fun

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    “But so it is, that there is a secret affinity, a hankering after evil in the human mind, and that it takes a perverse, but a fortunate delight in mischief, since it is a never-failing source of satisfaction. Pure good soon grows insipid, wants variety and spirit. Pain is a bittersweet, which never surfeits. Love…

  • When weekends go missing, do they partner up with missing socks?

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    “Have I been idle, or have I nothing to shew for all my labour and pains? Or have I passed my time in pouring words like water into empty sieves, rolling a stone up a hill and then down again, trying to prove an argument in the teeth of facts, and looking for causes in…

  • Just another day at the office

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    The players: N. = male, late fifties, delightfully full European accent. D. = me. No accent. Or age. Or… well, female. The play: N., with great aplomb & a certain amount of wincing, slowly lowers himself to one knee, clasps hold of D.’s hand and touches his forehead to her fingers. He says, “Sweetheart. Apple…

  • So much love to give

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    Check out bestweekever‘s Wednesday Morning Quick Hits over here. Nudity and hot sauce. Two things that should never be combined. I am tired. It took me forever to write ‘Wednesday’ just then & I’m still not sure I got it right. (Also, it is now officially Thursday, & for reasons I find marginally obscure I…

  • Why I want to be Heath Ledger

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    Allens Fantales: Australian chewy choc-caramel lollies with biographies of celebrities on the wrappers. They work like this: Person 1, chewing, & speaking awkwardly with a mouth full of chewy choc-caramel, reading their lolly wrapper: “So. I got Madonna. That whore. Did you know her second name was Louise? So who’d you get?” Person 2, sucking…

  • Yeeeeeeeaaaahhhhhhhssssssssssss!!!

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    deborah biancotti, Your ideal job is a Emperor of all the world. http://jobpredictor.com/ ‘Cept of course it should be *an* Emperor. Foolish little quiz thingy.