Watercooler 0: Nothing Is A Problem For Me

Kerr, did you notice I'd been looking at your last.fm page this week?

I had a good weekend. Lots of much-needed and well-deserved REST.

Stayed in on Friday night, ate stir fryed tofu in ginger sauce with boiled rice (I don't know why I've never been to the CHinese restaurant at the top of my street - it's REALLY GOOD) and slept.

Saturday I caught up on loads of stupid shopping I've needed to do for ages. Cleaned the flat, unblocked the plughole in the tub, all that kind of thing. And then went out to see the fabulous Gooblar Band who get better each time I see them. Talked wonderful gobshite with G and PBW all night (managed to get in an argument with PBW about folk music) and in bed by 10.

Sunday I slept. Felt bad about not making Sinker's party, but I just needed to rest. I slept and I read and pottered about and made mine own ginger stirfry (ginger is the magic food that makes my stomach better) and then mucked about on the 'puter and wrote a brand new song! I think this may be the duet I've been threatening. It's called Meet Market

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Ginger stir fry sounds pretty damn fine to me.

Shower stopped working last night, just as I finished washing Adam's hair. I have to phone the manufacturer helpline, suss out what's wrong, and fix it. Tiresome as the water will have to be turned off.

other than that, shit is OK, I suppose.

Fcking first-years, preferring Hemingway, Fitzgerald, and Joyce to Nathanael West and Carson McCullers.

Shower not working = utter rub.

I have discovered the secret to ginger stir-fry, which is shred it up nice and fine and then fry it up with the onions and build your sauce off that - soy sauce, honey, bit of mustard, etc.

Interesting things you can do outdoors... rock collecting?

Perhaps I should see if the thai place has ginger fish on today.

At the Old Queen's Head, which is that lovely place we go to the folk open mic nights at, Ed!

Still waiting to hear from Dare to find out if she is up for hanging out tonight, otherwise I'll be at the folk.

(Just sent a rambling email to PBW trying to explain what I was *trying* to say when I was arguing with him. Well, not really arguing. You know how I get when I'm interested in exploring an idea in conversation. Problem is, I find myself being almost uncontrollably slightly *rude* to him because I'm so attracted to him. This is rub and I need to learn not to do this.)

ha ha, the Early Years' guitarist also works for wbankers. Mathsrock solidarity, yeah!

Speaking of which, I should get to work.

(Isn't BatPowSta next door to Res?)

I have not responded to PBW's impudence yet. Never get into a landwar in Asia and never get into deep discussions of songwriting and "originality" with Kate! (I think this is going to be fun.)

Stereolab at #1, B&S at #2.

Never get into a landwar in Asia

I'm tempted to buy my mother the Princess Bride DVD for Christmas, but can't really decide if she'd go for it.

Fcking first-years, preferring Hemingway, Fitzgerald, and Joyce to Nathanael West and Carson McCullers.

You'll just have to go sit in a cafe. And look sad. And, erm, write a ballad about that.

(Maybe we can trick you into giving the seminar here for our own literary edification. Don't blame me for knowing nothing about literature! I studied art and work as a mathematician!)

The folk tradition and originality via Bob Dylan? ha ha ha your mate's gonna be so busted.

I'm not necessarily disagreeing with him, I just love debating this stuff. (You can take the girl out of art school... etc.)

I am having a "cumberland pie" right now and wishing it was roast potatoes. Sigh.

I'm slightly annoyed, because I dropped my spare padlock key on the beach somewhere.

And it was me being the dominant one, if you must know. And chain rather than rope, because if you're iffy on knots, padlocks are rather easier in the dark.

True, Kate!

Jesus, I give up. I really do.

It's like that episode of the Simpsons where every single character goes through their tagline until it gets to Lisa and she folds her arms and goes "I refuse to be reduced to a simple slogan!" or words to that effect.

I must take my stand here.