Watercooler 0: Nothing Is A Problem For Me

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.

I'm just pleased any time they get any kind of exposure, TBH.

Honestly, I'm going to turn off the interweb, put on my headphones and do some work now. No more ILX, no more TSM board, no more teasing FP, no more arguing with PBW about Dylan until this marketing projection is DONE.

I put on The Devil's Interval, and we haven't even finished burning catholics and heretics yet!

Burn, burn, Judas, burn... Judas was a red-headed man... what a cheery song!

You know how *I* feel about gingers.

And *certainly* no burning Benjamin TSM.

(We've stopped burning red headed catholics and got onto hanging Long Lankin now.)

They are taking photographs in the office across the alley from ours, and the flashes are really distracting me.

But in the UK, pretty much "ginger" and redhead are used synonymously, even though they aren't technically the same colour. (Ginger proper is the colour that Merkins would call Strawberry Blond)