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iceinyourmusicIt's been raining (pouring) autumn-like and. The Vantaa river is flooding. Half the population of the tri-town (four-town?) area was out to see it in all its muddy glory. We amused ourselves briefly by imagining half the population of the tri-town area fleeing from the flood, wading up-stream and carrying their dvd players above their heads, but then decided that it wasn't very PC. Lordy, yeah. If I had a tv, maybe I'd have something to talk about, too.
To anyone expecting snail-mail from me, I've actually made plans to stop by at the post office this weekend, something I haven't managed a single time since, that's right, May. (To anyone still wanting snail-mail from me, this may be your one and only chance ever to get some.) To anyone expecting email or such from me, well. There's no excuse. Except for my pathological inability to wrap things up, which isn't, technically speaking, much of an excuse.
(Moving the office back from the lecture hall has left edge-of-hard-drive-shaped welts and bruises all over my arms. Damn kinky.)
PS. I stopped by at the parental apartment and my Kill Bill Volume 1 video is dead. The end.
To anyone expecting snail-mail from me, I've actually made plans to stop by at the post office this weekend, something I haven't managed a single time since, that's right, May. (To anyone still wanting snail-mail from me, this may be your one and only chance ever to get some.) To anyone expecting email or such from me, well. There's no excuse. Except for my pathological inability to wrap things up, which isn't, technically speaking, much of an excuse.
(Moving the office back from the lecture hall has left edge-of-hard-drive-shaped welts and bruises all over my arms. Damn kinky.)
PS. I stopped by at the parental apartment and my Kill Bill Volume 1 video is dead. The end.
