Chalee's heroic singlehanded take on Blogdom
A most unfortunate footballing accident involving yours truly, a vicious volley, and a hapless right hand has resulted in my being deprived of the use of said luckless limb for a few days. Hands are surprisingly useful gadgets, and my current lack of a functioning destro means that I will be unable to play bass, or blast through Half-Life, or hold a steering wheel with any degree of dexterity for the coming few days. Consequently, in the hope of finding an outlet for my mental juices, I am compelled to return to the land of ennui, Blogdom; patria of chronically bored intellectuals. (The neon tubes among you will by now have glanced back, with inevitably raised eyebrows, at the title of this Bloggata - pathetic). What follows is an exercise in merciless temporal extermination;
Summer has worked out fine so far. Having spent two months injecting liquid state English into somnolent, hung over Valkyries, and watching subtle linguistic distinctions float ineffectually over many an arched roman nose (courtesy of EF), I am currently enjoying a self-awarded one month break from all economic/academic activity. In order to keep the gray one from going all mushy I have been keeping my neurons in shape with the help of John Fowles and his devilish A Maggot (18th century. Epistolary novel. Satan. Aliens. Time Travel. Maggots.), and enjoying literary workouts in the company of a certain Salman Rushdie.
On the music front things are mixed. Fire has stepped up a gear, and there's a fair bit of excitement concerning the newly released album. Expect some heavy gigging in the coming weeks. Zizza Ensemble, on the other hand has ground to an almost halt. Travel, bad luck and the proverbial personal differenes have meant that our summer hasn't been a productive one. On a brighter semi-breve, the infamous Delli (of Issaffarx and Zarzett fame) has finally given in to popular demand, and will be performing his set of deliciously wicked songs, together with the rest of our band, sometime towards the end of september. Much hilarity and political incorrectness will naturally ensue.
This business of singlehanded typing is growing increasingly tiresome, so I will here make a highly dramatic exit. Au revoir!
N.B Comment about Valkyries should be interpreted in strictly non-sexual manner.
PS. Any fun activities that require just one hand? (not that, sicko.)
Summer has worked out fine so far. Having spent two months injecting liquid state English into somnolent, hung over Valkyries, and watching subtle linguistic distinctions float ineffectually over many an arched roman nose (courtesy of EF), I am currently enjoying a self-awarded one month break from all economic/academic activity. In order to keep the gray one from going all mushy I have been keeping my neurons in shape with the help of John Fowles and his devilish A Maggot (18th century. Epistolary novel. Satan. Aliens. Time Travel. Maggots.), and enjoying literary workouts in the company of a certain Salman Rushdie.
On the music front things are mixed. Fire has stepped up a gear, and there's a fair bit of excitement concerning the newly released album. Expect some heavy gigging in the coming weeks. Zizza Ensemble, on the other hand has ground to an almost halt. Travel, bad luck and the proverbial personal differenes have meant that our summer hasn't been a productive one. On a brighter semi-breve, the infamous Delli (of Issaffarx and Zarzett fame) has finally given in to popular demand, and will be performing his set of deliciously wicked songs, together with the rest of our band, sometime towards the end of september. Much hilarity and political incorrectness will naturally ensue.
This business of singlehanded typing is growing increasingly tiresome, so I will here make a highly dramatic exit. Au revoir!
N.B Comment about Valkyries should be interpreted in strictly non-sexual manner.
PS. Any fun activities that require just one hand? (not that, sicko.)
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