About CATE- They asked me about my favourite book. I should have written about Anna, just to show that I have read it. But I didn't. Would have been too big a lie. The Little Prince transcends description, which left me with Shadow Lines.
Dusty hot late mornings. Squinting through sweat and sun. Then suddenly a stranger comes along and does something trivial, but nice for you and you think about it for the rest of the day.
Drowning shadows... shadows drown... There are no shadows at night. There are no shadows also when there is nothing to cast it...
Report- Two cats recline before me as I write, one gazing at me intently, the other at the first. Another prowls around at its own ease. The second one is now on its feet. It jumps up next to me and seat itself where my head was until recently. Yes, indeed, LSR campus- positively feline.
Apparently, most of the likes of Murphy's Law, Peter's Principle and Harris's Lament can be more succinctly put by way of what is known as the Jenkinson's Law, "It won't work.".
Cole's Law- slimly sliced cabbage.
"Phones now come with inbuilt dictionaries. I still prefer to use the phone to call one."
After a long time I wrote something vaguely creative, feel less confused, had insane fun, finished a book in a day and then looked for another. Good to be back.
Cz, "I reached. Safe and sound, but dead."
It was raining. So I dragged a chair out and sat in it.
Feel drunk on overdose of satire. Want to turn up the volume of the radio enough to set the house vibrating. Also, have made standing in the rain a habit.
Shoot me already! No, wait until I am done with Stephen Leacock.
Long stretches of doing nothing do not go down quite as well as I had anticipated.