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Yowch. After 13:00 already; that was one busy morning. However, I now find myself in the somewhat bizarre position of having only a few items on my work to-do list. It's been pages long for months. Of course, there are half a dozen pages lurking in the wings, but for the moment, I can see the end of it. Feels strange.
Oh, and: Wings of Desire.
Woah.
It's the best film ever. Every single damn bit. Footprints and wings. Falling and not falling.
Woah. Man.
Woah.
It's the best film ever. Every single damn bit. Footprints and wings. Falling and not falling.
Woah. Man.
Bizarre, but seasonal Saturnalia Comic. WARNING: Contains nudity and depicted sex, may be offensive to people of religion, and is probably not suitable for work, or indeed not suitable at all.
Seriously, if you're going to be offended, don't look.
Seriously, if you're going to be offended, don't look.
Cold Fusion Girl and I just spent €78 of the company's money on seasonal decorations. Lights for the most part, which are all over the place now - on the kitchen cupboards, on monitors, over doors. And tinsel and bows and various hanging bits as well. It was great fun, although at the buying stage I had to restrain Cold Fusion Girl from charging into a Euro Shop and buying mini tinsel trees. There is some limit to the depths of tack I'll plumb.
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