Come and live/stay with me and J-P! You'd be incredibly welcome. But the oven is for the cooking of food only. Yes, we have no parking. Although you could technically park in the car park of the pub next door, which prompted my mum to tell us to get a car. "If you have a pond, fish will swim in it."
Come and live/stay with me and J-P! You'd be incredibly welcome. But the oven is for the cooking of food only.
It's also 'lectric, which probably won't make it useful in the sense that I think you think it might be put to use.... But he killed her! He killed his muse! Sweet Sylvia, thy blood is on his hands, on his words, on his baking trays!
I'm not sure it's far enough away from Cambridge. But otherwise that sounds like a good idea. Oxford is nice, and I could be a sort of housewife to you and J-P, staying at home and bringing up the kittens while you go off to earn a living down the publishing mines. ... Could we move the whole of Oxford to, say, Antarctica? Or would the permafrost foul up the Bodleian's bookstacks?
Goodness gracious! It hadn't occurred to me that I wouldn't be able to communicate with people as easily in Antarctica as I can in Cambridge! If I'd realised that, I wouldn't have been suggesting moving Oxford -- or even leaving Cambridge in the first place! After all, how would I live without the miracle of the internet, enabling me to have pointless arguments with smug idiots savant the whole world over?
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Sorry, I keep forgetting about your humour bypass.
Most people inferred from my original post that I was unhappy about something, and that I wanted to get away from people. You barged in with all the tact and sensitivity of a large sledgehammer, making tedious jokes (though I thought a "joke" was meant to be funny -- maybe you should look it up in your precious dictionary?) about oh-my-god-how-can-we-live-without-the-internet. Ha fucking ha. I don't know if you thought you were helping -- to be honest, I suspect the emotional aspect of what I posted simply escaped you, because I don't believe that you're capable of understanding human emotions or even acknowledging that they exist -- after all, you don't understand them, therefore they're not worth noticing.
And now you STILL think you're somehow being funny. "Humour bypass"! Ho ho! How witty!
I guess the fact that I also live in Oxford was also lost on you.
No, I remembered that you live in Oxford. It's part of the reason why I'd rather live in Antarctica.
Oxford is nice, and I could be a sort of housewife to you and J-P, staying at home and bringing up the kittens while you go off to earn a living down the publishing mines.
Excellent plan. We can actually get kittens then. Their tiny hairs can replace the scratty black inch-longs that the previous tenants seem to have left everywhere from their own wee heads. And there's nothing in our contract about pets. There's nothing in our contract about Janets, although maybe that would have been covered under "pets."
Come and live with us. The spare room doubles up as our computer room and library, so it's probably ideal. And we could give you hugs, and make you tea, and eat you head.
Could we move the whole of Oxford to, say, Antarctica? Or would the permafrost foul up the Bodleian's bookstacks?
The environment, with its lack of any kind of change, would probably be an ideal situation for the Bodleian stacks. I read somewhere that a footprint in Antarctica blah blah blah ten years to recover DID YOU KNOW that a piece of Antarctic bracken can bend to a man's foot with one blow of its ICY, BITING WIND?
We can actually get kittens then. Their tiny hairs can replace the scratty black inch-longs that the previous tenants seem to have left everywhere from their own wee heads.
Shoe downstairs wears a hat all the time. Is this significant? Is he stealing our hair and hiding it? I work somewhere where getting a big hat is synonymous with hiding or repressing your sexuality. Is this relevant?.... Hi!
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Date: 2003-08-22 01:10 am (UTC)Yes, we have no parking. Although you could technically park in the car park of the pub next door, which prompted my mum to tell us to get a car. "If you have a pond, fish will swim in it."
You can't fake the recipe of a happiness cake
Date: 2003-08-22 01:48 am (UTC)It's also 'lectric, which probably won't make it useful in the sense that I think you think it might be put to use.... But he killed her! He killed his muse! Sweet Sylvia, thy blood is on his hands, on his words, on his baking trays!
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Date: 2003-08-22 02:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-22 03:03 am (UTC)They only have an intermittent UUCP feed, how would we live?
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Date: 2003-08-22 03:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-22 03:16 am (UTC)I guess the fact that I also live in Oxford was also lost on you.
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Date: 2003-08-22 03:30 am (UTC)Most people inferred from my original post that I was unhappy about something, and that I wanted to get away from people. You barged in with all the tact and sensitivity of a large sledgehammer, making tedious jokes (though I thought a "joke" was meant to be funny -- maybe you should look it up in your precious dictionary?) about oh-my-god-how-can-we-live-without-the-internet. Ha fucking ha. I don't know if you thought you were helping -- to be honest, I suspect the emotional aspect of what I posted simply escaped you, because I don't believe that you're capable of understanding human emotions or even acknowledging that they exist -- after all, you don't understand them, therefore they're not worth noticing.
And now you STILL think you're somehow being funny. "Humour bypass"! Ho ho! How witty!
I guess the fact that I also live in Oxford was also lost on you.
No, I remembered that you live in Oxford. It's part of the reason why I'd rather live in Antarctica.
Now FOAD.
Housewhiffery
Date: 2003-08-22 05:42 am (UTC)Excellent plan. We can actually get kittens then. Their tiny hairs can replace the scratty black inch-longs that the previous tenants seem to have left everywhere from their own wee heads. And there's nothing in our contract about pets. There's nothing in our contract about Janets, although maybe that would have been covered under "pets."
Come and live with us. The spare room doubles up as our computer room and library, so it's probably ideal. And we could give you hugs, and make you tea, and eat you head.
The environment, with its lack of any kind of change, would probably be an ideal situation for the Bodleian stacks. I read somewhere that a footprint in Antarctica blah blah blah ten years to recover DID YOU KNOW that a piece of Antarctic bracken can bend to a man's foot with one blow of its ICY, BITING WIND?
I mitre known
Date: 2003-08-22 06:50 am (UTC)Shoe downstairs wears a hat all the time. Is this significant? Is he stealing our hair and hiding it? I work somewhere where getting a big hat is synonymous with hiding or repressing your sexuality. Is this relevant?.... Hi!
Re: I mitre known
Date: 2003-08-22 07:03 am (UTC)Freud once said "sometimes, a beard is just a beard." I hope this helps.