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The minutes went by on tiptoe, with their fingers to their lips.
Lower Saxony, 2006. It was a rainy day, with only a few peeks of sunshine poking through the miserable grey clouds. The house was cold, as it was close to Easter and some clever guy had turned off the heating, supposing that no-one would be here in the afternoon except for a few struggling students. But here I was, sitting in the computer language lab bureau, alone except for the coffee on the table and some sugar-free chewing-gum in the top drawer for company.
My job was to digitize tapes. Old tapes that no-one had touched for years, if not decades. Old tapes with English Literature on them, poetry, drama, important stuff. But then, it happened. I reached the letter "C", after a lot of Auden and Austen, of Bronte and Beckett, of Byron and Blake, and there he was: Chandler.
Raymond Chandler.
Three novels, dramatized by the BBC, no less.
Now, reading this would be perfect stuff over the Easter holidays. However, as usual when I want to check something out of the Uni library which is either not High Literature or Really Important, it's in the magazine, which means it will only be there for pick-up the next day. And guess what the next day is? Correct: Good Friday. They're closed.
Good thing I still have my city library card. Off I go - wish me good hunting!
My job was to digitize tapes. Old tapes that no-one had touched for years, if not decades. Old tapes with English Literature on them, poetry, drama, important stuff. But then, it happened. I reached the letter "C", after a lot of Auden and Austen, of Bronte and Beckett, of Byron and Blake, and there he was: Chandler.
Raymond Chandler.
Three novels, dramatized by the BBC, no less.
Now, reading this would be perfect stuff over the Easter holidays. However, as usual when I want to check something out of the Uni library which is either not High Literature or Really Important, it's in the magazine, which means it will only be there for pick-up the next day. And guess what the next day is? Correct: Good Friday. They're closed.
Good thing I still have my city library card. Off I go - wish me good hunting!
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Good idea, reading during the Easter holidays, I must do some myself, only thing is I have a choice and can't decide!
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Cake...who sat up startled from having dozed off unexpectedly and wondered...
"Why the hell am I in Oklahoma?"
Cake hoped only that someone would make deviled eggs for Easter.
As usual, she imagined, she'd end up having to do it herself.
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So what do you reckon? Demontage in my room, Mad Dogs and Englishmen in the living room, The Janus Conjunction in the bathroom and the Fall of Yquatine in the kitchen with The Monsters Inside on my person at all times? ;)
Don't you just love geekdom! :D
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(Less than 45 hours until Season 2, Episode 1...)
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Did you see Tennant on Ready, Steady, Cook the other night?
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Billie Piper has apparently nicknamed him "David Ten-Inch", but stresses it's not through personal knowledge.
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... especially when someone who doesn't know these are book titles reads the above. Mad Dogs and Englishmen in the living room? :-D
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Deviled eggs are an anglo-american thing. What are they, besides tasty?
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(Yeah, make me more envious. I live in the wrong country... *L*)
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I think I'll start on either Tolkien or one of the Brontes, not read them yet
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Loved that book, it was such and interesting read!
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Don't bother trying to run off now :)
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During the 'do you want this?' portion of the divorce proceedings...leaving family antiques and even stuff I just plain liked...but when it came time to sort out the deviled-egg plate we'd gotten from the wedding, I suddenly felt the need to mention I'd make a good divorcee...but an even cuter widow.
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Ah, the sharp edges of kitchen implements, they make such good weapons... hope you got the plate!
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Great stuff!
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