December 4th, 2008

stund

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Crazy weather time in Houstopolis. Monday was clear and cool (high around 60F) and breezy.  Yesterday, cloudy, humid, rainy with a high in the 70s.  This morning, cloudy, windy and about 40.  We have to cycle from A/C to heat on a daily basis and my office is not keeping up.  Thus, I'm wearing a coat while I type this.

I have to take my car to the brake place this afternoon.  Not looking forward to that, as I'm sure there will be a large evacuation of cash from my account.  The last time I had to get brakes done, on my old RAV-4, it cost me around $600.  While I'm reasonably sure it won't be that bad, my apprehension is palpable.  Also, the Boss is out of town training, so unless Brake-Check has wireless, the Minion will be flying solo on IT Support issues when I'm gone.

I also still need to get my bumper fixed.  I think I'm going to wait until after Xmas on that one.  We've finally started repairing the house (got our roof replaced on Tuesday) and I'd rather hold on to funds to cover incidentals on those expenses than pay the deductible on my Collision, since the damage was entirely my fault.

On the gaming front, I need to figure out where the current story arc in my Champions game is going.  By which I mean I have a general idea and a couple ideas for cool stuff, but right now, it's kind of stack of bricks without mortar.  Hopefully something will come to me while I'm waiting for the car.
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Zod

Poem Meme

Swiped from gmskarka

Put your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.


(Source songs listed in the comments)

The Skies Are Charcoal Grey

Polly wants a cracker,
Stranger, stranger, stranger, stranger,
Show me how you do that trick,
I believe in you and me,
Let's skate!

Don't you wonder?
Harry was her babysitter,
Light switch, man switch,
Somebody calls me on the phone,
What is love?

I want to be forgotten,
I feel bad and I've felt worse,
Take my hand,
It was on the good ship Venus,
Turn your head and see the fields of flames.

Hanging...
Move your body like a hairy troll,
You say your down on your luck,
Baby, when I think about you,
Spoken like a souvenir.

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Hmmm....a couple of the stanzas are alright, though the third one falls apart when the Sex Pistols take the stage, and the fourth has a bit of awkward as well.