I want...

... Jelly Roll Morton's Complete Library of Congress Recordings! The father of jazz himself strums the keys "like a singer of tales... and conjures up a New Orleans funeral, from the wailing dirge to the graveyard to the racuous march back to the wake, with all its sorrow and jubilation." I want to hear how he "plays Scott Joplin's “Maple Leaf Rag” in brilliant ragtime, then interprets it his own way, slower, but with much more swing...."

Earlier, in a fit of irrational exuberance, I put in an order for a year's subscription to New Scientist. Actually I don't really want to (just) read the magazine; I rather write for it.

I think Angel tried to flatten me again last night. Maybe she was helping mrs budak perform a preemptive strike on my duck to prevent from it from emitting ghastly eruptions of nocturnal musings.

Now, I wonder if we could get Angel to wear something like this?

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[mrs budak]

Sigh...

*takes out credit card bill and checks balance*

[budak]

i ask my duck buy for me lah!!

[monkey]

oh gawd u two are hillarious
cant believe u're seriously considering that
it's such a wannabe limecat
do the limecat instead!!!
pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee
all u need is a very big lemon / pomelo / grapefruit type thing :P

[guile]

atonement.. i just love that book by ian mcewan :)..