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Elucidate
That's my word of the day. I'd never seen it before, but once it was elucidated, it made perfect sense. I think I like it. I nearly wish I had some cheesy dissertation on the go so that I could cram it in there. I haven't blogged all day. I made the mistake of waking up, pulling a pair of pants on, and planting myself by my own pc to play Heroes of Might and Magic V. I say 'my own' because the pc I blog from is not mine - it's the family one. In any case, I say it is a mistake because it is so darn addictive. It's turn-based, which means I sit there going "Ah, just one more turn" or "after I conquer the city" or "after I go through the teleporter." And then when I reach it, I 'forget', or get ambushed and have to defend myself. I'm on the necromancer campaign now, which is so incredibly fun. Finally my units are expendable. I can resurrect them and clone them in combat, resurrect them after combat, and resurrect my dead enemies to make new troups! I can be all-out aggressive without having to worry about my precious little units dropping dead. They ARE already dead. WAHAHAHAhAAAaaaAa! GrRriffin Undying! Eventually, I did make it downstairs to check on granny. She had to go to the dentist and get repaired. You know you're old when even your false teeth start falling out. I made sure she wasn't nervous about the ordeal and tried to chit-chat her about random things to make her feel less lonely. And then... then she 'tactfully' mentioned that the neighbours' grandchild asked why it was so dirty in here. So I offered to clean. I hoovered all around, under the carpets, in corners, etc. And while I was busy trying to clean under her bed, she whipped out her handy-dandy mop and plunged it into some water. Unfortunately, that water happened to the fricking toilet bowl. I heard the splashing and just caught her on time as she started swishing the stuff all over the place. I was barefoot. I protested. I demanded an explanation. I begged her to stop. I yelled at her to stop. I asked her to use a bucket instead. She told me she had no bucket that holds water. I told her to stop while I go get the bucket from our house. So, I run upstairs, grab the thingie, dash back down, and find her still swabbing the decks with crap-water. Now, she isn't completely dumb. She did flush before she started using the water. But anyone who has ever cleaned the toilet with colored stuff knows that the stuff don't flush away completely on the first go. But it's not urine that worries me - they tell me you can drink it if need be. It's the crap. And my bare feet. I just.. cannot.. get her to promise to stop doing it! Not even after I fill her borrowed bucket with soap and water! AUGH! 
Well. Enough of that. How come I keep finding myself blogging about toilets? Incidentally, I just found Barney Smith's Toilet Seat Art Museum. Go take a look!  While I was on Åland, I found a CD. It sat in the shelf of 3€ cds and beckoned to me. It is this one: 
from here Plaid - Rest Proof Clockwork. Pretty snazzy! I couldn't quite place the name "Plaid" at the time, but I plucked the lonely cd from the shelf and listened to it right there in the shop. And then I had to buy it. Nice electronic occasianally triphoppy stuff. Worth more than the 3€ I paid! Turns out I recognized plaid from their remix of an orbital remix of a pink floyd song! Anyway, if you live in europe, you can get it here. 07:54 - 24.8.2006 - post comment
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