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Really, he does. There must be enough crumbs in the keyboard to assemble an entire slice of bread. And I probably need to clean lint and hair and more hair out of the fan covers again. Is what happens when your bed has been your desk for the past... three months now? Yeah.
Toast-scented laptop is way better than cigarette-scented kitchen. There's no smoking allowed in the building so I can only assume that it drifts up the stairwell from the backyard. I should not have to smell that shit in my own domicile. I'm all for live-and-let-live, but often I think that the world would be so much nicer -- or smell better at least -- if all the smokers would just drop dead.
Just aired out the kitchen by opening up the rather large window all the way. I don't care if it's 5° outside; I want to be able to breathe. Unfortunately it'll probably reek again, since the stairwell was still particularly pungent when I closed the window. DAMMIT EUROPE WHY DO SO MANY PEOPLE SMOKE HERE?! It's 22:30 and I haven't made any dinner because I don't want to be smelling that shit.
And I guess while I'm on this topic: why the HELL is it generally "acceptable" for smokers to just toss cigarette butts all over the ground? We'd be all up in arms if people chucked pop cans wherever (of course some people do anyway, the bastards), but somehow no one gives a damn when a smoker drops a cigarette butt on the ground. This repulses me, and I'm sure I'm not the only one. There was more I was going to add here but I think the rage has driven it from my mind.
Had a concert last Saturday with Fortunen Musikkorps, the band I play in. It was an Oktoberfest thing (yes, in November) where the audience was five other bands. Everyone played a few songs and there was food afterwards. One band had
Instant Concert in their repertoire, which excited me a bit because Ilove that song. Or collection of songs, rather. I think there are fifty-two different songs crammed in there, from the wedding march to the chicken dance to "Jingle Bells" to a snippet of
Dance of the Hours to the Can-Can and all manner of other goodies. I've played it a lot, in my hometown community band, high school music class and high school band. I could easily see my sheet music in my mind's eye as the band was playing. "That's this part... and now we're here... trombones have the melody... flute soli... onto the second page...". It felt kind of slow to me, but that's probably because we would entertain ourselves in music class by trying to see how fast we could play it. I
think it's meant to be played at around 120bpm, give or take. We tended to fall apart once we hit 180 or so. It was ridiculous, but oh so fun, as ridiculous things tend to be.
And that's about it going on in my life, really. Work, band practice, volunteering at the cat shelter and doing art things.
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