More songs about buildings and food
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hirezItem: If you like the idea of an hour of slow-moving and seemingly innocuous exercise that leaves you feeling like you've barely survived an attack by feral steamrollers or other roaming plant, I can recommend Pilates.
Item? I'm being invaded by the shade of Jerry Pournelle... Boat-anchor! Godbout! Janissaries! Back! Back, ye hell-spawn of clumping dialogue and tedious repetition! Get away... Roberta's reading program! PClone! I've a copy of Nova Express and I'm not afraid to use it!
...
I think it's gone.
So anyway. I was idly banging on about the Spanish architect who lives and works in a repurposed cement factory earlier, and it struck me that I'd like to live somewhere like that. I think a huge hotel or vast country edifice would do it - someplace where I could wander about and explore and set up camp for a couple of weeks, before wandering and exploring some more. Regularly I would come upon previous encampments.
"Where are you going today?"
"I fancy I shall take a two-day trek down to the Cardiff rooms to inspect the lathes."
... That sort of thing. Normal houses are far too small.
Bob knows what that says about the inside of my head. Something messy and unlikely, I shouldn't wonder.
Other times, I prefer the idea of stopping at the station house in 'The third policeman'. Normal houses have the wrong number of dimensions.
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sushidog and enquire after other people's domicilic preferences, but it would look out of place. Hm. Should I care? Should anyone else care? Who can say? Who stole my bongos? Did you steal my bongos?)
['Conspiracy' by The Higsons.]
Oh, and... 'Plant'. That's a splendid word when applied to things large and muddy and diesel powered.
Item? I'm being invaded by the shade of Jerry Pournelle... Boat-anchor! Godbout! Janissaries! Back! Back, ye hell-spawn of clumping dialogue and tedious repetition! Get away... Roberta's reading program! PClone! I've a copy of Nova Express and I'm not afraid to use it!
...
I think it's gone.
So anyway. I was idly banging on about the Spanish architect who lives and works in a repurposed cement factory earlier, and it struck me that I'd like to live somewhere like that. I think a huge hotel or vast country edifice would do it - someplace where I could wander about and explore and set up camp for a couple of weeks, before wandering and exploring some more. Regularly I would come upon previous encampments.
"Where are you going today?"
"I fancy I shall take a two-day trek down to the Cardiff rooms to inspect the lathes."
... That sort of thing. Normal houses are far too small.
Bob knows what that says about the inside of my head. Something messy and unlikely, I shouldn't wonder.
Other times, I prefer the idea of stopping at the station house in 'The third policeman'. Normal houses have the wrong number of dimensions.
(I'd borrow a concept from
sushidog and enquire after other people's domicilic preferences, but it would look out of place. Hm. Should I care? Should anyone else care? Who can say? Who stole my bongos? Did you steal my bongos?)['Conspiracy' by The Higsons.]
Oh, and... 'Plant'. That's a splendid word when applied to things large and muddy and diesel powered.
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Date: 2004-06-23 09:52 am (UTC)There was one of those house-building / conversion programs where an old water tower was converted.... well, actually the bastards just built around the base of the thing and they did bugger-all with the tower - a great shame.
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Date: 2004-06-25 01:43 pm (UTC)sheepthief
2004-06-23 09:52 (link)
I like the idea of living in a tall house - at least three stories, preferably with an additional cellat and loft room.
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