enframed wrote:yesterday evening i was walking down a rock seawall and i dropped my cell phone down in between the rocks; it is irretrievable.

Ouch. Sorry to hear that. If you're into the gadgets, though, this could be an excuse for a snazzy new phone of some kind...

enframed wrote:yesterday evening i was walking down a rock seawall and i dropped my cell phone down in between the rocks; it is irretrievable.

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did nothing. sat around staring at the phone waiting to hear if i got the job. said they would call today or wed, the suspense is killing me. i crushed the interview though...no negative thoughts...gah.

that damned fly wrote:i have a summer cold. anyone see that episode of "metalocalypse?"

i'm like murderface, i'm covered in snot.

I was in this position about a month ago. It is truly no fun.

Except it was actually a sinus infection. Still, it sucked dog balls.

Braden wrote:

enframed wrote:yesterday evening i was walking down a rock seawall and i dropped my cell phone down in between the rocks; it is irretrievable.

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while the dynamite would suffice (though the local contractor making the stuff in his shed just got busted), i would not want to have to deal with the california coastal commission after destroying the seawall.

enframed wrote:yesterday evening i was walking down a rock seawall and i dropped my cell phone down in between the rocks; it is irretrievable.

Time to queue up for an iphone 3G then?

(cheap shot - sorry - my sincere condolences on your loss)

enframed wrote:yesterday evening i was walking down a rock seawall and i dropped my cell phone down in between the rocks; it is irretrievable.

balls. mycell has a dead screen. IU've beentextingblind andthekeyboardIamusingright is ffucked.


balls. todaycould havefeltbetter. a lot.

I hope that you're having a better one today, Faiz.

I was up until three this morning writing, then realised I was averaging 50 words every half hour, so fell on my bed.

Eight hours later, sitting smoking bleary eyed in the garden, full of nicotine, caffeine and fire, my flatmate Bernd joined me and immediately pointed out the bleeding obvious: some bastard has stolen the apples off our small tree during the night. They were not even close to ripe! Yvonne will be upset.

I am about to go shopping for chicken and other ingredients. Finding good meat in Kreuzberg is difficult, at least in the sense I mean. I've been tipped to a butchers on Kottbusser Dam which I will cycle to now.

I'm feeling pretty elated, as I have just finished a draft of a chapter that I started planning two years ago. It might be nonsense, but I will still bask in this satisfaction for a few hours.

Since I started writing my last post (ten or fifteen minutes ago), Bernd has played some Wu Tang style hip hop, Nirvana's "Breed", "Smells Like Teen Spirit" and "The Man Who Sold The World"; then a minute or two of some smooth, rather Sade-like modern soul; then some opera; and now Booker T and the MG's. I may ask him whether he is making his mind up, or just trying to experience as many different moods as possible over a short space of time.

I think that it is Booker T and the MG's. It's good, whatever it is.

Must go shopping before I faint over my keyboard.

sparky wrote:...some bastard has stolen the apples off our small tree during the night. They were not even close to ripe! Yvonne will be upset

Ach! Nein, der äpfeldiebstahl. Es ist eine Affenschande.

I had to look that up.

Ja! Eine grosse Affenschande!

I should also, just to embarrass him here, thank M. Cranius for providing some research which helped out on the writing. Thank you, Cranius.

Ok, I am really going to go shopping now.