tweet tweet!

12:38 "Wunderkammer; or, a cabinet of curiosities" starts today at 4pm! #

17:39 Argh. Clammed up again when there were Japanese customers here. I am thoroughly bad with store/business Japanese. Don't want to screw up! #

17:41 Strange man in the shop. He is messing up the books. Will have to go on cleaning attack later! #

17:43 No time to eat my siew mai! #

19:13 @milkred VERY strange man. confirmed by my colleagues haahah #

19:19 Next week I shall bring my camera(s) to work? Yes yes. #

00:59 damnit! i want to sleep in! but it's too expensive to sleep in. but if i come back and nap i will never write that essay! D: sleep dilemma! #

Automatically shipped by LoudTwitter

ninomiya's interview

I haven't had time to do a proper post but here's something that I need to read properly when I'm done with work:

http://aeslis.livejournal.com/682818.html#cutid1

In other news, after the BIA trip, I've stopped reading my friends list proper (I've just cut down to skimming my Journals Only list) and I'm missing out on a lot of fandom things? Not that I wasn't missing out on a lot of things before that. I'm strangely estranged from fandom. But fangirling is not a solitary thing and I must be more fandom-sociable?

(Is it me or do I hear strains from Truth in this?)

I should start reading Terry Prachett

Matter exploded into being, apparently as chaos, but in fact as a chord. The ultimate power chord. Everything, all together, streaming out in one huge rush, that contained within itself, like reverse fossils, everything it was going to be.

And, zigzagging through the expanding cloud, alive, that first wild live music.

This had shape. It had spin, It had rhythm. It had a beat, and you could dance to it.

Everything did.

A voice right inside Susan's head said: And I will never die.

She said, aloud: "There's a bit of you in everything that lives."

Yes. I am the heart beat. The back beat.

She still couldn't see the others. The light was streaming past her.

"But he threw away the guitar."

I wanted him to live for me.

"You wanted him to die for you! In the wreckage of the cart!"

What is the difference? He would be dead anyway. But to die in music... People will always remember the songs he never had the chance to sing. And they will be the greatest songs of all.

Live your life in a moment.

And then live for ever. Don't fade away.



- Terry Pratchett