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Tagged by dalziel_86:
List 5 of your current favorite songs (in no particular order), and then tag 6 of your LJ friends to do the same:

Brighton Rock - Queen
I can't get the guitar parts out of my head. Also, it makes me think of the English seaside in the 1900s. And zombies.

Journey of the Sorcerer - The Eagles
Banjo doesn't usually make my insides tingle. I blame the TV show.

At the Bottom of Everything - Bright Eyes
The world's most cheerfully depressing plane crash song.

The Caterpillar - The Cure
Reads like a Satyr love song.

Golden Brown - The Stranglers
1910's Cairo, with bushy handlebar moustaches and pith helmets, all under a sepia colour filter.

And my chosen victims:
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According to friday morning infomercials, the one key physical property of the material Titanium, the property that evidently makes it worthwhile as a material and essential for everthing from knives to, well, more knives, is the fact that it is "stylish". As an engineering student, I can't help finding this oddly funny.
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In which our humble narrator discovers that "it" is, in fact, a cat eat mouse eat mouse world.

First, there was Lenny. Fergus ate him. Then Clarissa ate Fergus.
I consider all three to be highly unfortunate animals, two for the simple fact of being eaten, and one because, well, she's a retarded Himalayan Persian who hasn't quite figured out that the reason the mouse carcass isn't in the front veranda any more is because I've thrown it out.
It's been 2 hours now, and she's still staring at that spot on the floor, waiting for the mouse.
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Norwegian Sock (to the tune of "Norwegian Wood", by the Beatles)

I once met a girl, or should I say, she once met me.
She showed me her foot, doesn't it rock, Norwegian sock?
She asked me to stay and she told me "remove your footwear",
As houserules go, it didn't seem entirely fair.
I sat on a rug, keeping my feet warm, pretending not to care.
We talked until five and then she said, it’s time to compare
She told me her socks had no holes, and started to mourn.
I told her that mine were in fact, quite horribly torn.
She removed the socks, thrown at my head, wore sandals instead.
So I put them on, doesn't it rock, Norwegian sock?

Cowritten by zephyrinous and freerider
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When it isn't physical uncoordination, it's verbal. Today, I find myself tripping not only over my own feet, but over my own words.
In something of a trance at work, I open my mouth, and words randomly come out. I find myself entertaining coworkers with careful descriptions of the differences between mere plans and evil schemes, then turning around and saying random things to customers that leave them scratching their heads.
Then I say something downright embarassing to a coworker right before leaving, then realise halfway down a deserted stairwell that I'm berating myself. Out loud.

I honestly don't know what's wrong with me today, but I'm half hoping I get over it soon.

Also, the worst thing about picking up a fun new skillset is that you keep wanting to practise, even when you should be doing something else.
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New season, new character, perhaps.
It strikes me that there are people who wouldn't mind seeing Hyphen gone. I half agree with them, but right now, I've not yet had the thinking space to figure out what needs to be done.
I, obviously enough, will leave the announcing of new characters to the suspects in question, but what I've heard sounds good. I'm rather glad we've all got the breathing space between seasons, though.
I need time to think.
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It's the kind of weather that makes me think of an English seaside, even though I've never been to one.
I suspect I had more body fat last year, because I'm cold pretty much all the time.
Still, at least my co-workers are getting amusement from the lengths I go to in order to psych myself up before running in to the cold room and out with the required product as fast as I can. I've adopted the David Dixon approach of jumping up and down a lot and yelling "psych!". It gets laughs.

Thanks to the assistance of pockingell, a better filthy assistant that I ever reasonably should have gotten my hands on, my looming coding assignment has been delt with. Now, only one assignment remains, then I am gloriously free!
At least for the half hour until I begin studying for exams.

Today, however, was as previously implied, a deli day, complete with a near full showing of all the regulars:
The short little old man who starts every sentence with a jovial "Hoya", and seems unbearable until you come to understand that he thinks it's amusing if you're just as rude back to him as he is to you.
The slack jawed middle aged man who wears large bottle lens glasses with awkward sunglasses attachments, buys large quantities of ham, and tries to "help" call numbers with a near endearing childish enthusiasm.
The toothless lady who speaks no english.
Hotpants man.
"I can't possibly eat a full container of Egg Salad" woman.

I feel at peace these days - even the customers can't bother me for long now that I've made the concious decision to let myself be happy.

It remains to be seen how my attitude will survive the stress of exams, but I'm pretty freakin' optomistic. Good luck everybody - see you on the other side!
  • Current Music
    Queen - Brighton Rock