The Page of Crap!Or, things I want to show and talk about without cluttering up the main page... |
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I'm terza rima, and I talk and smile. Where others lock their rhymes and thoughts away I let mine out, and chatter all the while. I'm rarely on my own - a wasted day Is any day that's spent without a friend, With nothing much to do or hear or say. I like to be with people, and depend On company for being entertained; Which seems a good solution, in the end. |
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Construction machinery!I spent a large number of my formative years in a rural hole in West Cork, and cities are still a bit of a novelty and a source of excitement. Part of that excitement is a delight in watching the changes that come over a city, particularly construction projects. This has developed into a love of construction machinery, and whilst my chief love is cranes (see, when everybody is asleep at night they come alive and dance across the city), I find that the functionality of the equipment translates into a kind of beauty. At this point in my diatribe, people are looking at me very strangely indeed, so I'm glad to find that I'm not alone. Beware, that's a big download. Thanks to Duncan Foster for the link. |
I wish I'd thought of itI'm not sure why this pleases me so much, but it does: Pencil Carving. Maybe because I chewed my way through an amount of pencils back before they became made of plastic... |
More Twitterings From MeIf you want to keep up with my life in endless minute detail, I've got myself a Live Journal, like all the Cool Kids, see etherealfionna. I'm updating it regularly and enthusiastically at the moment (early June 2003) but who knows how long that will last? |
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