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chaletianFurther to my post about I'm Sorry I'll Read That Again, I found some software that can split MP3 files, and have made a couple of little MP3s to share some of the ISIRTA joy. They really are a thing of beauty.
The Cricket Commentary
My favourite sketch ever, je pense.
The Traditional Christmas Farce
Joyous.
Also, here's the entry I referred to yesterday, that I wrote at about two o'clock on Monday morning and which Marjorie refused to let me post:
I am vee tired. Why am I not asleep? Curse my brain for keeping me awake, and curse me for having a little sleepy when I got home from Kathye’s because that always ends badly.
Anyway, I spent the weekend chez King, which was very jolly. I got to play with Hannah yesterday (she is officially the world’s most gorgeous baby), and Megan this morning (it was quite a complicated game. I was a horse. We rescued animals, like the bear who was kidnapped by monkeys and stuffed up a tree. Sometimes Megan went on this missions alone and I stayed in the boat, but had to come to her aid when she was menaced by an aggressive elephant or whatever baddies had stolen the cat’s sparkly hearts and wand. And there was a magic remote control (that was actually Darren’s old phone) that we used to turn the alligators purple).
In the afternoon, Kathye’s parents arrived, followed, after lunch (ah, Darren, king of the Sunday roast), by Lorna and Richard, by which stage the house was very full, so I made a discreet exit. Came home to find Katie watching thing about the ineffable Mr Fry, so watched too and ate cookie bits (yum). Ah, Emma – she’s so cool! And Hugh has improved so much with age (on a purely shallow front). Then we watched Dexter (well, later – I was asleep for the bit in between), which is so very good indeed, and there is a great deal of love.
And Kathye and I reaffirmed our Best Friend Forever status and felt about fourteen. Always joyous… *g*
WHY WILL OUR FUCKING INTERNET NOT WORK? WHY, ENGLEBERT? AND WHY DOES MY BLUE ARROW PERSIST IN LYING TO ME ALL OF A SUDDEN? WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT ABOUT? AM INCANDESCENT WITH RAGE. INCANDESCENT LIKE ONE OF THOSE FLARE THINGS THEY ALWAYS HAVE IN DISASTER MOVIES.
The Cricket Commentary
My favourite sketch ever, je pense.
The Traditional Christmas Farce
Joyous.
Also, here's the entry I referred to yesterday, that I wrote at about two o'clock on Monday morning and which Marjorie refused to let me post:
I am vee tired. Why am I not asleep? Curse my brain for keeping me awake, and curse me for having a little sleepy when I got home from Kathye’s because that always ends badly.
Anyway, I spent the weekend chez King, which was very jolly. I got to play with Hannah yesterday (she is officially the world’s most gorgeous baby), and Megan this morning (it was quite a complicated game. I was a horse. We rescued animals, like the bear who was kidnapped by monkeys and stuffed up a tree. Sometimes Megan went on this missions alone and I stayed in the boat, but had to come to her aid when she was menaced by an aggressive elephant or whatever baddies had stolen the cat’s sparkly hearts and wand. And there was a magic remote control (that was actually Darren’s old phone) that we used to turn the alligators purple).
In the afternoon, Kathye’s parents arrived, followed, after lunch (ah, Darren, king of the Sunday roast), by Lorna and Richard, by which stage the house was very full, so I made a discreet exit. Came home to find Katie watching thing about the ineffable Mr Fry, so watched too and ate cookie bits (yum). Ah, Emma – she’s so cool! And Hugh has improved so much with age (on a purely shallow front). Then we watched Dexter (well, later – I was asleep for the bit in between), which is so very good indeed, and there is a great deal of love.
And Kathye and I reaffirmed our Best Friend Forever status and felt about fourteen. Always joyous… *g*
WHY WILL OUR FUCKING INTERNET NOT WORK? WHY, ENGLEBERT? AND WHY DOES MY BLUE ARROW PERSIST IN LYING TO ME ALL OF A SUDDEN? WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT ABOUT? AM INCANDESCENT WITH RAGE. INCANDESCENT LIKE ONE OF THOSE FLARE THINGS THEY ALWAYS HAVE IN DISASTER MOVIES.
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Date: 2007-08-21 08:13 pm (UTC)