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Aug. 14th, 2010 05:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pensnestOkay. So, a wasp stung me on Wednesday. I was recording a story at the time, so there were some mighty high peaks on the audio track. It's itchy. Gah.
Thursday, some fun singing Carmen, including a bit of, eep, sight reading, which actually worked out okay. Most of it is Much Too Hard to sing without instruction, but this bit was just challenging enough to make me pleased that I could do it. When I got home after rehearsal and a Tesco trip, I spent a few minutes in the back garden staring at the sky, and saw meteors! Yay meteors.
At some point this week I learned of the existence of Bridal Diapers. I… I… okay. Wait, no—not okay! Symbolic, surely, of the whole wedding-your-way-to-bankruptcy industry? No link is provided, because ew.
JR has dismantled our downstairs loo, which is currently sitting in the garage while the floor underneath it gets an airing. There will be actual DIY in the near future, methinks. Apparently the joint with the waste pipe probably needs an accordion-type fitting, as we'll have to move the loo forward a bit to make sure the screws actually grip. Meh.
Every so often I look at Neil and Eber Lambert's exchanges on Twitter. I am in love.
Torn calf muscle is much improved. I did a not-very-serious gym session on Friday, ie I did everything, but only one set of the exercises and 'lite' versions of the cross trainer and rowing programs. I'm still conscious of the muscle, but it's not actively painful or preventing me from tackling the stairs.
Have spent several hours this week making cards and listening to podfic. I now need more podfic. Is anyone going to record more popslash? (I'm determined to do a few more, but there is a limit to how long I can listen to my own voice.) Quarrelled with the iPhone about playlists, but the problem was solved when I enabled the 'book' lists, which apparently contained some of my podfic. Bah. What I say is, if it appears on a playlist, and you tell it to sync that playlist, it should damn well sync.
And today, I have found a Cat Fashion Show, featuring a number of very unimpressed cats. However, I will admit that I shrieked with laughter at Cat #10 (see slideshow). I hope the cats wreak horrible revenge.
Thursday, some fun singing Carmen, including a bit of, eep, sight reading, which actually worked out okay. Most of it is Much Too Hard to sing without instruction, but this bit was just challenging enough to make me pleased that I could do it. When I got home after rehearsal and a Tesco trip, I spent a few minutes in the back garden staring at the sky, and saw meteors! Yay meteors.
At some point this week I learned of the existence of Bridal Diapers. I… I… okay. Wait, no—not okay! Symbolic, surely, of the whole wedding-your-way-to-bankruptcy industry? No link is provided, because ew.
JR has dismantled our downstairs loo, which is currently sitting in the garage while the floor underneath it gets an airing. There will be actual DIY in the near future, methinks. Apparently the joint with the waste pipe probably needs an accordion-type fitting, as we'll have to move the loo forward a bit to make sure the screws actually grip. Meh.
Every so often I look at Neil and Eber Lambert's exchanges on Twitter. I am in love.
Torn calf muscle is much improved. I did a not-very-serious gym session on Friday, ie I did everything, but only one set of the exercises and 'lite' versions of the cross trainer and rowing programs. I'm still conscious of the muscle, but it's not actively painful or preventing me from tackling the stairs.
Have spent several hours this week making cards and listening to podfic. I now need more podfic. Is anyone going to record more popslash? (I'm determined to do a few more, but there is a limit to how long I can listen to my own voice.) Quarrelled with the iPhone about playlists, but the problem was solved when I enabled the 'book' lists, which apparently contained some of my podfic. Bah. What I say is, if it appears on a playlist, and you tell it to sync that playlist, it should damn well sync.
And today, I have found a Cat Fashion Show, featuring a number of very unimpressed cats. However, I will admit that I shrieked with laughter at Cat #10 (see slideshow). I hope the cats wreak horrible revenge.