The Weekend Spiel

As per usual, the weekend was a case of Itinerary - Wot Itinerary?
So Invocation was never reached for a start.
Did INTEND to go and actually got the car out an everything - also intended peeking in at the Dev and at the Orwell - wound up just driving and gabbing generally sqealing and ... um .... back at mine again.

Oh well, it was a pure tonic anyhow - and dead looking forward to Darren's party next weekend, YIPEEEEE : D

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---made a phone-call to a discomfited LJ-er on Sunday evening and deleted an entry as its message had been delivered (not altogether sure I shoulda done that)- and wrote emails including thank you to versed_films 's Lucy for marvellous help of the art admin. sort that I'm pantaloons at.
---Tried on virtual specs in Glasses2You (bah - designer ones really are the BEST - however as these will just be 4 computer i will get next nearest cheapo ones)
---dug out my photos from the Valley of the Kings

!!!!!AND, IMPORTANTLY....!!!!! .....
---Listened to audio files linked on chyldecatcher's LJ which reveal the true state of affairs behind the Obama election and much else.
Y'know when you have an uneasy feeling about some wonderful event, but you smother it in the general rejoicing. Well Daryl Bradford Smith hones in on that unease, exposes it, dissects it and re-presents it to as many people as he can in all its tawdry reality.
Here's the face behind the Obama mask, and guess what? his name begins with R.....


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Coincidences, unknown quantities..... and laughter off-stage!

Now here's a strange one - I hauled out old travel photos to look at (on my own of course, otherwise how tedious) yesterday and what should be amongst them but one of my late c/l husband Anton's lab notebooks.
Anton was doing post-grad research in Bio-Chemistry, commuting to Sussex Uni when I met him.
He had also set up a home lab in what was to become our loft (in Otherplace in Hackney) and with his being a very NAUGHTY sort of a scientist we clicked on that experimenty / unorthodox level straight away.
(Anton Lawrence Zimmerman, geddit). Its all right, he's dead.

Well. The pages of that Naughty Anton's notebook fell open at what can only be a recipe for something I have never ever tried in this specific, or crystalclear, madman formula.

Hmm. A stone unturned.

I am, of late, hideously healthy - I drink not nor do I smoke; I have a natural loathing for processed food, I am physically fine --I am in fact the labtest Control.

Well guess what else coincidentally fell, wrapped as it were, from between the pages?..... Follow the shiny breadcrumbs little lab-rats .....

Much Later:

Well that was very exceedingly LOVELY actually.

Good thing too. Because we all know how invaluable scientific research on live'uns is, huh? (Well yeah, Anton didn't agree either but he didn't get BIG research grants so doesn't count)
Because animals are just not really telling you a whole heap about a new vaccine when they jam themselves into the corner of a cage and, well like stuff starts coming out of them 'n they do that TOO QUICK thing and... and...WTF is THAT!!
that's actual amino jelly that is, it came out of its head...nawwww....where from? -oh - yeech -there's a LOT of it actually... can we plug that? - a little bit - ok just the clear stuff then ... ? erm this may not be all that helpful -
what's it doing? why's it -
is it STUPID or wot, is it f'n TOTALLY FUCKING STUPID? its squeezing its own ...... out .... aw now look at that
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....'aven't a clue mate, and we'll flamin' well have to do a lot more till we DO know. Heh - roll up your sleeves y'spaz

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I'm sure I have heard/read/seen/other-lived that somewhere, but of course it could just be the collective consciousness.
In which case, god help us all.

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Oh ANOTHER funny thing is that's the same sorta stuff was coming out of MY head* when I painted "BATCH" last month.
*except in a poetical, eunological, metapho- pho - and hygienic way of course.


And here he is outside my house doing a hippy thing - sat all alone on a stone

and in a lovely inscribed photo.
Its great- he's as good sitting beside me right this minute.
Hello Tonto (he hates that)
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