Post Punk Kitchen Forum

Thanks! I really appreciate that. The PPK has certainly broadened my horizons about things, and I am so thankful. I'm always taken back to the scene in Dead Poet's Society where Robin Williams makes the students stand on their chairs/desks or whatever. I feel like I've done that a lot in the PPK.

I just called up the community library to set up my mothers library card and I gave them my phone number since I couldn't remember hers off the top of my head; I just realized that I still managed to give them the wrong phone number. I just can't think properly in this heat.

Last A-level exam tomorrow. Dreading it.

Congratulations LW!



Good luck!

God I'm so bored! My neck/back is still wonky after the (medical) botox two weeks ago. Sod's law I had two photo shoots to do the week after I got it. I can't walk any distance without it flaring up so the poor dog is being neglected. It's not very sore, but it will be if I push it.

The worst thing about going to the eye doctor is the dilation. I'm super sensitive to whatever substance they use. Despite the claims that blurriness and light sensitivity from dilation should only last about 3 hours, it typically affects me all night, sometimes into the next day.

Everything's a blur right now. I have no idea how I just typed this, other than sheer muscle memory and that little red line that appears under misspelled words in Chrome. I should just take a nap.

Urgh, kara kara, I used to have to get that done, it's horrible! You can't even watch tv to pass the time. Hugs... for later... when your eyes stop boggling long enough to let you read this! x

Working at a music venue, all fun and games until someone brings in a didgeridoo.

and then it elevates to all-night rager? what am I missing here?

Cats in harnesses always make me think of this:

My father-in-law just asked me if I had seen his egg slicer. Uh. No? And then he said he thought maybe I had moved it and dramatically opened every drawer in the kitchen.

Thank you, guy, for not sneezing anymore.

So I got a really nice reply from the FB acquaintance that I sent the message to. She apologized for offending me (which really isn't the point), and she also admitted that it wasn't fair to bring up someone's nationality just because you're angry. There are good people and there are bad people. That's really all it comes down to. Well, maybe good, bad, and ignorant. Anyway, I hope it gives her pause when she wants to insult someone (or at least warn others from patronizing someone's gas station). From what it sounds like, the people are being greedy and dishonest, but that's tue of so, so many people.

Thanks PPK for convincing me to send her a note. I hope she really did think about it. I know y'all always help me see things from another angle.

Wow, awesome! You're lucky, I replied to someone's racist shiitake once and was told to go back to my country, you filthy [insert horrible names for Muslim and Middle Eastern people here]. I'm an Atheist and was born in NY!

Yeah, I certainly wasn't expecting that. It makes me feel bad for my snap judgment of her. I don't Ike to make excuses for people, but WV is, well, different. Sometimes I don't think people there know that no, that's not OK it's actually hurtful and rude. Other times people are just heinous, reckless jerks. I guess it's like a lot of rural places maybe.

Worst moments of work are when people play the didgeridoos. Those and penny whistles.

Man, I wish someone at my work would play the didgeridoo. (I work in a self-important corporate world)

Penny whistles are awesome. Maybe you have to be Irish.

Having had one though, I never have understood how James Galway gets the sound he does out f them.

Air conditioning isn't working on the second or third floors. Which means I get to sleep on the couch. Which means I have to wear pyjamas for when my grandparents wake up before I do and come downstairs. Which means I'm going to overheat. Again. /whine.

I would say it's like that everywhere. Big cities in the northeast are not exempt from racism. It is alive and well across the US.

I like penny whistles, and recorders. Maybe you have to be a Morris (or other folk) dancer to get it?

Yesterday, my co-author and I got the proofs for our first article together. It's going to be a chapter in a Cambridge book. We're already getting requests from people for advanced copies so they can "read and cite them already!!1".

Don't get me wrong. I love penny whistles when they're played right. Listening to someone who's never played a woodwind though? yikes. I'm happy they want to learn...but go do it in private!
bitter.

It's the solstice. I live near Stonehenge. In the last couple of years it has been commercialised into a mini-festival - so whereas in the past we just had the odd straggling of druids, today the town is full of stoned, drunk, smelly rich kids smeared with facepaint and fake dreds, vomiting in the station and generally being obnoxious. I can't bear it.

God, I'm getting old.

Pretty sure I'd be just as annoyed as you are, Ruby Rose.

For me it's didgeridoos, flutes and the untalented manhandeling of mouth organs that I don't do very well with. But I can't complain really, my job is awesome. And since the occasional didgeridoo is the worst of it, I'm a happy camper.

What do you do, paloma?