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2012-12-09T21:18:20Z

Between the frosted moor and the forging dawn

A neat bare tree stands up like a new broom.

Between me and all those three,

A ditch cuts, shallow as mirrors or deep as the sky,

A molten iron moat for today.

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It's Vulture-Gaggin' Bad!

2011-06-06T08:48:41Z

After a pleasant week of Family Stuff, I returned to work to discover a defrosted freezer. The contents, which were mostly liver and lights, had reached the stage of sending out miasmas and pseudopods. The Offaly Civilization has now been destroyed, but long shall its memory be green. Crimson, purple, billy-brown and black also.

My back is staging demonstrations for shorter weights and better pay.

My home access to LJ seems to have mostly gone away, hanging forever whilst contacting "userapi.com". Some folk report solving a similar problem by forcing their router to grab them a new dynamic IP address. Doesn't work for me.

In a more encouraging development, I've finally achieved my perfect sausage risotto - my previous standard being mediocre at best. The secret, such as it is, involves more chilli and garlic, more carrot and coriander soup, and the introduction of small quantities of olives and tomato salsa. This advance was achieved by one part instinct, three parts advice, and nine parts blind ridiculous luck.

Aaaand it's time to get writing again.

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It's Vulture-Gaggin' Bad!