We went and visited my friends H and P on Sunday, or more to the point, we finally got to admire their nearly six-month-old son. Or rather I got to do that, (my) H just went along for the ride :-)

Very cute baby.

Very odd to see my school friends with a kid, too.

( rant )

Better now.

I was reminded today of something I had seen a couple of weeks before and though at least some of you would appreciate (to the point where it is likely that you've seen it before, but what the heck). It cracked my sister up too, and my mom was *this* close to replying "Just you wait until..." but then it was said in the video so she didn't have to.

( The Mom Song )

Oddly enough the females of my acquintance all think it's hilarious whether they have children or not, but up until now it seems to have struck no cord whatsoever with any male I know.

Mood: "That sense of satisfaction about performing good housekeeping that comes after deleting all your spam messages"

One of my plants deflated 5 cm overnight. And it was thriving before.

Man, I even kill succulents.

(Needed to jot this down somewhere for reference. Don't mind me.)

"In their enthusiasm fo learning-by-discovery, progressive teachers sometimes forgot that some skills (eg, basic arithmetic) are too important to be left for pupils to stumble across by chance."

(Stumbled across this in an excercise. Do you know the feeling of not quite being capable of formulating your opinion on a subject and then finding that someone has long since done it?)

Hail was ticking on my windowsill just now. Very light, though, and it has stopped now.

The temperature here must have dropped 10°C over the past week. Brr.

Is it just me or is LJ not sending out email notifications?

Tom Jones & Jools Holland are evidently not conductive to efficiently working on a text.

*changes to Ballykissangel series score* Much better. Less energetic. Will have to remember the other one for when I get my mind round to hoovering one of these days, because the amount of dust on my floor has reached the point where even I can't be not annoyed by it anymore. Provided I can hear it over the blasted noise. Really the noise is the deciding factor in my hating hoovering.

Need to work on the text, right? Right.

Have to hand in a dreadful summary of... hang on... it was a hideous piece... *opens reader* "The Christian Right" (by Grant Wacker, Ph.D., Duke University Divinity School) and I'm running out of both time and procrastination options.

"What one thinks about the nature of God, for example, inevitably influences one's decision to feed - or not to feed - the parking meter after the cops have gone."

Ugh. Kill me now.

When I got home last night, I found that the other corner of my building block had been fenced off by the police. Had to get off bike and walk around it, which is annoying at 00:30. A calamiteitencontainer was in place - that's basically a container which... contains... railings and red-and-white tape and such. Also, lots of police.

So I turned on the local news this morning. Apparently a skerfuffle in a group of hangjongeren got out of hand and one particularly bright specimen shot another in the leg.

Get a job, morons.

Building on the left is the other end of my block. Text is in Dutch, naturally. Besides, it doesn't say anything as they don't know anything.

Idiotic but at least it wasn't a mugging or such. At first I thought the snackbar at the corner had been robbed.

Finished and submitted homework for next Monday.

Which means I'm tie-free and can go to Paris with impunity!

Stolen from kayotica including her introductory text:

These are the top 106 books most often marked as "unread" by LibraryThing's users (as of today). As usual, bold what you have read, italicize what you started but couldn't finish, and strike through what you couldn't stand. The numbers after each one are the number of LT users who used the tag of that book. (Stolen from brightly_woven, with her addition from julielu: adding an asterisk by the one's I've read more than once.)

( procrastination in progress )

Tally: 27 and a few lines.

I'm actually going to cook dinner once again. Can't think of a good enough excuse not to (and believe me, I'll take any flimsy excuse I can get).

It's been, how long? At least two weeks.

Hmm. That's bad, actually.

It's now 3 p.m.

Sleep? Work? Sleep? Work? Sleep? Work?

I think sleep.

I got sunburnt during my postal round.

It's (and already was on Saturday) September.

This after a non-summer.

Crazy.

From kayotica, ( The Book Quiz )

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From mariavii, ( I am the Devil )

The past three nights have been devoted to bringing together our first club magazine in a year. (I'm the editor, as you may or may not know - after all, it's been a year since I've said anything about it, if at all.)

I managed to miss two editions for varying reasons, but mostly because of not having energy. And now I remember why I was so keen to let sleeping dogs lie: when I say "nights" I mean "nights" in two out of three cases (as adventurat can testify to). I slept in until twelve this morning - bliss.

This planning thing, I really have to learn it some time soon, I think.

When the club president sends in his column, I can go about writing a preface, getting the thing printed 180 times and sending it off. For now I have nothing to do except twiddling my thumbs until he does.

Except procrastinating on writing a condolence note. And I'm running out of ideas so I may have to actually start writing it.

Edit: No, I've just remembered, I can actually research print shops around this area. Which is a good thing as the condolence note is written.