Rainbow landscape
After a day of exploding printers and crashing internet connections–which I began on the wrong foot by oversleeping–and then bringing the wrong memory stick with me to the mews tonight to write an entry from–I remembered that I’d never posted these photos and decided I didn’t have to fall on my sword after all.
So hellhounds and I were out walking about ten days ago and I looked out across the way we were going and there was this purple field. . . .
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No falling on your sword, Robin. You have books to write for us. (And plus, we kind of like you. ;P)
Oh good. :) (It’s a very blunt sword. It would take a lot of falling. And I’ve never really understood how you get it to STAND there so you can fall.)
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As I understand it, you have to wedge it between things. But I agree with jmeadows, no falling on it, please.
PS. I’m writing you an email with more thoughts on e-books, but my body says that I did Something Wrong on the weekend, so it’s taking me a little while.
Ow. Having a slight shoulder problem presently, I sympathise.
Wedge it at an angle with the tip just under your breastbone (doesn’t anyone know these things?). Two posts in a row threatening bodily harm to yourself… Tut tut, no playing with sharp implements and soon we may need a head harness too. Distraction works, I think so here is some galaktoboureko (Greek milk pie) from the highlands of Crete. I am panting at the end of my tether for another week and a half before going back again for more (it’s been two years):
http://www.flickr.com/photos/susan_from_athens/2690012857/
I want it just for the NAME. Galaktoboureko. Sounds like a powerful mage to me. :)
Yes, no falling on your sword. (I’ll tell your husband! [insert menacing look here])
And OH (!) MY (!) WORD (!) it’s like a little pool of blue spilling out from behind the bush! I say again: I need to move to Hampshire. You’d NEVER get that where I live.
On a guess, you hold it in position and then fall to land on it. Slitting your wrists in the bath sounds like the better option.
Apparently slitting your wrists in the bath is harder than it looks too. We’re tough old things, we humans. :)
You put the hilt on the ground and lean it at maybe 20 degrees from vertical with the point impinging on your stomach, with hands holding it in place. Then , preparing to hurl yourself downward-ish, consider the chances of the resulting death taking several days from peritonitis, rather than 15 seconds from scriptwriter syndrome. Then go and find a high cliff, or some less difficult and agonizing approach. So I understand.
I think actually I’ll *pass*, you know? :) I have books to write. As several of you ahve been kind enough to point out. (Why do you KNOW this?? Also, scriptwriter syndrome . . . **yes.** One of the most annoying books I ever read had someone falling on his sword IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BATTLE WHEN HIS SIDE WAS LOSING because he wasn’t perfect enough. By removing himself from the fray he effectively killed off his own *side*. And we were supposed to ADMIRE the beggar for his sense of honour??)
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Only if we care about machismo to the max . . .
Sorry, I’ve lost track.
“After a day of exploding printers and crashing internet connections–which I began on the wrong foot by oversleeping”
All pieces of computing equipment feed on stress-energy and have built in stress detectors to enable them to make maximum use of this energy type. Any aura of stressedness is picked up by – a bit like wasps picking up pheromones from a wounded fellow -and immediately calls into action little sub-routines designed to increase your stress and &*((*^%£&*& even further. This has been proved by action-research over many years…
Thanks for the pictures of the lovely blue flowers. I suspect they *are* bee borage but that doesn’t really affect the beauty of the pictures and I’m sure didn’t affect your enjoyment of them in the field.
Well, maybe they are, but bees like comfrey too. Ah well. If I meet the farmer. . . .
Maybe yesterday’s computer crises were predicting today’s hellhound crises. I have Computer Man coming tomorrow, so that means hellhounds will . . . um . . .
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