Jun. 5th, 2017 10:35 pm
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I suck at Dreamwidth. Seriously, this has take me nearly an hour to work out (taking into account that Photobucket just plain sucks).

Anyhow, I swore I would work it out and since my wincest reverse bang is due to be posted on Saturday I'd better get learning pronto.

So here, have a photo of Lili cat all drunk after her Summer groom/shave for which she needs to be sedated so that the vet tech can keep all her fingers. 

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So I found this quote on Tumblr and it is so wonderful, and so appropriate, I simply had to share .... just before I go away and find the book it came from, to read it...

Because when I read, I don’t really read; I pop a beautiful sentence into my mouth and suck it like a fruit drop, or I sip it like a liqueur until the thought dissolves in me like alcohol, infusing brain and heart and coursing on through the veins to the root of each blood vessel.” -
Bohumil Hrabal, Too Loud a Solitude

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Remember them all. The ones who have fallen and gone. The ones who have fallen but live. The ones who still serve.

And then there are the ones who are falling even as they serve ~ Since the start of the Afghanistan war in 2001, there have been more soldier suicides than soldier combat deaths. 

Never forget, because only in remembering do we have a chance to learn. 


My graphics skills are fairly poor I know, but this is a topic I have emotions about. There is plenty of poetry about the glory of winning war, about the dead on Flanders Fields, and about heroic battles. This poem by William Gibson always struck a note with me because it addresses something which is rarely acknowledged, and that is how war changes a person. Some soldiers never return home, though their hearts keep beating and their faces greet their loved ones. 

I will stop for two minutes at 11am. What I wish fervently is that the politicians who stop for that two minutes, use the silence, to really think about every soldier, of every nation, friend or foe, and consider the enormity of war and the ways to avoid it.


~meh~ I'm an optimist. Emotional outburst over ... feel free to pass on by.

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I'm not entirely sure if my writing companion is a help or a hindrance. He starts out as a neat little ball ....and gradually...

Whenever I put Music status as purring cat, this is something like the scene.

Don't mind me, I'm just avoiding the actual writing. *sigh*.

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 Three garages, three weeks and and a bank manager's heart attack later Zak is back! I can't say I'm thrilled with the dealer he ended up being repaired at. For that sort of cost I don't expect to have him returned with a totally empty fuel tank and not even a cursory rinse to the bodywork. Fairplay though they are the only garage in this stupid one horse county who actually had the equipment to solve the mystery that was a very dead Zak.

I guess I should have been thrilled by a car that goes and doesn't stop just because he feels like it. Somehow though, after four years of this quirky, crazy car  being part of the family, taking us all the fun places while lying compulsively, hiccuping to tease us and lighting up like Blackpool illuminations for no good reason, it sort of didn't feel like him.

I mean Zak was always considerate about where and when he broke down. Several times actually outside a repair shop and once outside a house with a children's party going on which the kids got invited to while the tow truck came. Other times he might have stopped a few times but he started up again and got us home. He never broke down on the way to anything important or when we were on vacation.
Driving back with not a single warning light shining happily at me from the dash only to fade the moment a mechanic takes a look felt somehow wrong. The absolutely smooth ride was peculiar and then there was the moment when we all realised that the faulty stereo with the insane random volume generator and track selector was playing at a constant -and in the right order and God help us it felt disappointing 'cos not knowing what it was going to do next was always kinda fun.. Stood to reason really -  the stereo was never really faulty - we now know the main computer unit has been faulty and worsening for three years. 
Weirdly then, having perfect Zak (OK so his exhaust will need replacing fairly soon but almost perfect) felt a bit like saying goodbye to fun Zak forever....(it felt a little like getting a soulless Sam.)
until we discovered ....the a/c now works!!! Hells Yeah!! It has never worked. A/C in Zak always translated to  wind down a window.  Summer hols start today and even if I can't get time off work, we are gonna go have fun in Zak and we're gonna be cool.

Oh and prior warning to every mechanic who has glanced sideways and given me the crazy woman driver stare over the last 3 years, when I have described one of Zak's odd moments and they've found nothing wrong. I AM coming for you. My car may not be crazy any more but I'm still mad....

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 if I appear to have lost interest. Nothing could be further from the truth. My PC has gone in for repair and tech guy has not been reassuring in his communication (ie. I have heard NOTHING) My laptop has disconnected for the last time, in fact the power jack is rattling around somewhere internally, and I'm not about to hand it to tech guy to fix until he at least acknowledges receipt of my pc....

Which leaves me totally computerless. So how am I writing this? Well the awesome Shmexxiironnie lent me her pc  to watch the spn finale and when she gets back from her weekend sleepovers I shall be an internet free zone once more.  I can't be upset because I never expected to see the finale and thought I'd be having a breakdown right now, so I am happy even if a little emotionally wrecked by Gamble and Kripke.

Thank goodness I still have Doctor Who to look forward to.

I SHALL be back. 


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