Good morning Agent Gridlore. Your mission for today, should you decide to accept it, is to... *crackle* *static hiss* ...And remember, as always, should you or any member of your team be captured, we will disavow any knowledge of you or your activities. This tape will self destruct in 30 seconds.
Not bleeding likely! If I were king of that particular forrest things would be a lot different. Starting with taking care of my people! How are you doing? Have you heard anything yet?
Disability paperwork has been dropped off with the doctor. Haven't heard word one from Sentinel. Typical.
Haven't looked into a lawyer yet. I'm tempted to go down there and ask to see the written request for my removal from the site.
Got a call from somebody working for Bank of America. He found my resume on a jobs website. We're playing phone tag at the moment, ut this might be something interesting.
I hope things get better for you soon. I know working through the disability paperwork sucks (I'm still waiting for the VA to get mine through the system and its been 13 months). I also hope the Bank of America job pans out for you. Prayers and good thoughts on the way.
Were there any post-Wall albums other than that and "The Final Cut"? The latter was admittedly a crashing disappointment following "The Wall", though it had its moments...
Brezhnev took Afghanistan And Begin took Beirut Galtieri took the Union Jack; And Maggie, over lunch one day, Took a cruiser with all hands Apparently to make him give it back.
"The Gunner's Dream" on the same album is one that, if it catches me in just the right mood, can bring tears to my eyes.
But it's definitely not on the Floyd Top Five list.
As for "Wish You Were Here" -- that one defies description in its magnificent coolness. It's served numerous purposes in my life, including trip background (or more commonly foreground) music, mood music for playing Call of Cthulhu with Lauri in college, and the ideal album to program by.
Yes, yes, yes, I do follow, Mr Anchovy, but you see the snag is... if I now call Mr Chipperfield and say to him, 'look here, I've got a forty-five-year-old chartered accountant with me who wants to become a lion tamer', his first question is not going to be 'does he have his own hat?' He's going to ask what sort of experience you've had with lions.
Anchovy: Lively brown furry things with short stumpy legs and great long noses. I don't know what all the fuss is about, I could tame one of those. They look pretty tame to start with.
Counsellor: And these, er, these lions, how high are they?
Anchovy: (indicating a height of one foot) Well they're about so high, you know. They don't frighten me at all.
Counsellor: Really. And do these lions eat ants?
Anchovy: Yes, that's right.
Counsellor: Er, well, Mr Anchovy, I'm afraid what you've got hold of there is an anteater.
Counsellor: An anteater. Not a lion. You see a lion is a huge savage beast, about five feet high, ten feet long, weighing about four hundred pounds, running forty miles per hour, with masses of sharp pointed teeth and nasty long razor-sharp claws that can rip your belly open before you can say 'Eric Robinson', and they look like this.
The counsellor produces large picture of a lion and shows to Mr Anchovy who screams and passes out.
Counsellor: Time enough I think for a piece of wood.
I'm not on vacation. But then, I don't think I'm on your friends list? I think I'm absolved then. Anyway, I've been reading along...the post about the earthquake ceremony was pretty haunting... Cheers!
As for me, I am alive and well and currently being steam-rolled by an incredibly hectic week. I have, however, one major post brewing in my head but I'm afraid of being attacked in response so I am exercising restraint.
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Haven't looked into a lawyer yet. I'm tempted to go down there and ask to see the written request for my removal from the site.
Got a call from somebody working for Bank of America. He found my resume on a jobs website. We're playing phone tag at the moment, ut this might be something interesting.
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*hugs*
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./~ "Is there anybody out there?..." ./~
./~ "A dream unthreatened by the morning light / Can blow this soul right through the roof of the night!" ./~
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Suspended animation, a state of bliss...
Thanks; I hadn't thought about that song in years, and it's one to remember.
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Wish You Were Here on CD in a darkened room on headphones really makes me wish I still did acid.
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Brezhnev took Afghanistan
And Begin took Beirut
Galtieri took the Union Jack;
And Maggie, over lunch one day,
Took a cruiser with all hands
Apparently to make him give it back.
"The Gunner's Dream" on the same album is one that, if it catches me in just the right mood, can bring tears to my eyes.
But it's definitely not on the Floyd Top Five list.
As for "Wish You Were Here" -- that one defies description in its magnificent coolness. It's served numerous purposes in my life, including trip background (or more commonly foreground) music, mood music for playing Call of Cthulhu with Lauri in college, and the ideal album to program by.
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Oh god No...you've gotten me started
Counsellor: Good, good, good.
Anchovy: Lively brown furry things with short stumpy legs and great long noses. I don't know what all the fuss is about, I could tame one of those. They look pretty tame to start with.
Counsellor: And these, er, these lions, how high are they?
Anchovy: (indicating a height of one foot) Well they're about so high, you know. They don't frighten me at all.
Counsellor: Really. And do these lions eat ants?
Anchovy: Yes, that's right.
Counsellor: Er, well, Mr Anchovy, I'm afraid what you've got hold of there is an anteater.
Re: Oh god No...you've gotten me started
The counsellor produces large picture of a lion and shows to Mr Anchovy who screams and passes out.
Counsellor: Time enough I think for a piece of wood.
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"Why, so can I, or so can any man; But will they come when you do call for them?"
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Woof?
Woof! Woof!