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Val Dobson's Journal  I once got a misdirected email when I was applying for a freelance web job. It was from an online aquaintance who had encouraged me to apply, as he had some pull in the organisation that I was applying to. I'd clearly been cc'd in by mistake, as he talked about me quite frankly; he recommended me, but added that I was badly disabled (which I'm not) and in need of work, but he had met me and was sure that I was the right person for the job. In fact, he was talking about somebody else - he had got me mixed up with another woman (whom I knew - we lived in the same town and moved in the same circles), as I had never actually met him face to face. It cleared up some mysteries - in our earlier email, phone and letter exchanges, he was surprisingly warm and friendly and had kept making references that passed me by; looking back, it was obvious that he had got slightly besotted with this woman when he met her (he'd only met her the once). Anyway, I didn't let on that I had got the email, and I got the job. A few months later, the other woman died suddenly. And all of a sudden the friendly communications with this bloke dried up. I wonder why? Interesting meme via [info]aidansean: "Grab the nearest book. Find the 5th sentence on page 23. Append it to the paragraph below. Append your name to the list below of people who have contributed to the paragraph. Post the result to your LJ." They also talk of our being guilty of injustice, and their being the victims of an unjustifiable war. Brandy, and Tom got increasingly close-mouthed and sour. Although a certain sense of tripartite society survived down to Christian times, the three classes described in the Eddic poem "Rigdthula" bear little resemblance to Dumezil's three. It is often argued, and still oftener thought, that none but bad men would desire to weaken these salutary beliefs; and there can be nothing wrong,it is thought, in restraining bad men, and prohibiting what only such men would wish to practice. At its nearest point the wall was little more than one league from the City, and that was south-eastward. When he saw Jack Hare jump towards the fire, and the Practical Man brandishing the toasting-fork, Sir Isaac grabbed the strings of gravitational force that bound Jack to his destiny and PULLED--- That's a seventy-four gun privateer, besides. To honour a group of British nobles, treacherously slain at a conference by Hengist's guards, Aurelius decides to erect a great monument near Amesbury. That being so, he did not chortle when he went upstairs. Let stand. This ensures that when the garbage collector runs, it has complete access to the memory in the heap and can perform its tasks safely without the threat of being preempted by another thread. And then you may begin to laugh. The data are stored in Column 1 and renamed "Age." Pull your hand back. I don't remember that any secrets were revealed to me, nor do I remember any avid curiosity on my part to learn something I wasn't supposed to--perhaps I was too young to know what to listen for. You don't remember how awful it is being normal. Highlight the desired state tax table and press Enter. Abraham had now reached a ripe old age, and the LORD had blessed him in every way. This doesn't alter either string, any more than 2+3 alters either 2 or 3. And I will say firmly that it is the author who says, "One does feel," who is really an egoist; and the author who says, "I believe," who is not an egoist. I too have noticed symptoms of the same sort of thing, a slightly put-on manner of affectation, perhaps a sort of aftermath of his fine performance in the School Play. Until the police killed all of her fish by emptying ashtrays into the tanks, Mrs. Bond had raised and sold tropical fish. There was a silence at the other end of the line then a woman's voice said 'You have reached the BT Cellnet answering service'. 'Thank you'. But if it had been thrown into the pool, and held below the water in the darkness by a stronger swimmer... 'And then I'll come home and cry 'Bianca, Bianca', and you'll be gone, and no one will know where you went.' Until that moment, I would have said that the old town was established, settled, mature. The pattern rule target must start with the prefix and end with the suffix (if they exist). If we track him down and point a musket at him, it should convince him that it's time for him to move on, I hope. 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Created by ciphergoth; hosted by LShift. TrustFlow II: Who is closest to your friends list?  This is the latest stage of my painting. Yes, it looks different. I'd got discouraged with it - just couldn't make it work. I stopped working on it altogether for about five weeks, wondering what to do with it. It's in a corner of my kitchen (more light there, and more room, and close to the sink and water), so I'd pass by it all the time, glancing at it, gloomily wondering. Eventually I got fed up with the inaction, and decided to try to break the creative drought with some drastic measures. Getting out a big pot of green paint, I started just flinging brushfuls of it over the red bits. Almost straight away, I realised that this was RIGHT - the painting was emerging at last. So it goes. ....I could get on with my painting. I haven't touched it for over a week. All of a sudden, the impetus to paint just stopped. I think it's something to do with my sleeping pattern, which has suddenly changed for no obvious reason - I now feel quite sleepy during the day, and sleep well all night. I used to get on with the painting at night, during my bouts of insommnia. But now I don't get insommnia! The only thing that really changed lately is that the car is throroughly b0rked and undrivable (our resident mechanic - AKA Idiot/Favourite Son - looked at it and spake gearbox and driveshaft and similar gibberish) for the last fortnight. So i'm now walking more than I used to (though nowwhere near as much as I did before my knees went) - maybe that's the explanation for the greater sleeping. And I'm up to here with work, as usual.....  Well, I got started on the painting. Had a couple of days without power here, got bored crapless and decided to make a start. Ran out of paints - got plenty of red and black, but almost nothing of any other colour. So it's very crude. I'll get loads more paint at the weekend and have another go then.  This is pencil, charcoal and conte (the glittery bits are flash reflections from the graphite, couldn't be arsed to clear a space on my desk and set up the scanner, so I took a photo). It's an idea for a painting that I plan to get stuck into in a week or so, once I get a couple of urgent bits of paying-the-bills work out of the way. A couple of weeks before Crimbo, I spotted some really cheap canvases in a local shop and bought one on impulse. So, naturally, I have to use it! I paint with mainly acrylic; my acrylic paint stocks are pretty low, so I risked some cash on a couple of big tubes - Mars Black and Cadmium Red. Ha - should have checked my paints before I went shopping. Got back to find I already had a full tube of Mars Black and 6 or 7 tubes of various shades of red. What I am short of is any sort of yellow paint - I've just half a tube of Lemon Yellow. So the colour scheme may have to change. Maybe I'll play around with the image in Photoshop and see what it looks like in strong primary colours. It's been a long time since I did any painting - at least two years. I'm determined to spend more time on making art now. I've discovered this past year or so that too much work is bad for my blood pressure. And I enjoy creating art - any sort of art, even doodling or snapping off landscape photos - a lot more than working. I scanned in a pencil doodle, played around with it in PaintShop Pro. This is the result. OK, I know - the colours are a tad bright. But I like it, and it's MY art work! :) 
i've not posted for quite a while - computer probls, health probs - and I've not done any real art for weeks. But yesterday I discovered an old hard drive in my box of computer bits and was looking through it before reformatting; I found some old stuff of mine from 2001 that I had thought had been lost for ever with a computer crash that year. It included artwork and writings that I had been getting together for a project - a series of Not-Greetings cards. The idea was to have them looking like arty greetings cards, with an image on the front and words inside. Only the words were random extracts from my personal diaries. Hence the name Not-Greetings cards. ( Pics here )
Some more of my digital art:  
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