-- 08:42 p.m.
::goes to Cornwall::
hehe
03 August 2001 - One last thing -- 02:37 p.m.
Vendea's decided she wants her own lair/diary online, but she'll have to wait until I get back.
Yay, another timesuck.
03 August 2001 - headliner -- 02:08 p.m.
"It shall be unlawful for any person or entity, public or private, in or affecting interstate commerce, knowingly -- to perform or attempt to perform human cloning; to participate in an attempt to perform human cloning; or to ship or receive for any purpose an embryo produced by human cloning or any product derived from such embryo." - From H.R. 2505, The Human Cloning Prohibition Act of 2001
Wow, the Merkin Government did something useful. (I know very little about Merkian politics, so there may be more things).
More about dreams:
People on the left were more likely to have females as characters in their dreams, while people on the right dreamed twice as much about male characters as about female characters.
Well, I count myself as on the left, and males almost never appear in my dreams... except occasionally my dad. And evil budgie womans dad, and the guy in the Dots Dream.
People on the left had fewer familiar characters, fewer friends, more family members, and fewer animals; people on the right had more familiar characters, more friends, fewer family members, and more animals.
I have lots of people I don't know, and lots of family members, occasionaly friends and rarely animals, so I guess that's right too.
People on the left were less often the initiator of aggressive interactions in their dreams, and their aggression was less physical in nature; people on the right were more often the aggressors in their dreams, and their aggression was more often physical.
Well, that's probably true... usually I'm being attacked, or being freaked out psychologically.
People on the left had a greater number of dreams involving friendliness and good fortune, and fewer dreams involving misfortune; people on the right had a greater number of dreams with misfortunes, and fewer dreams with friendliness and good fortune.
I don't know, I always forget good dreams instantly. Maybe.
Male rights had the lowest percentage of family members and instances of sexuality, and the highest percentage of animal characters and being the aggressor. Male lefts had the highest frequency of female characters, and the fewest instances of aggression. Female lefts had the lowest percentage of being the aggressor in their dreams, and the highest frequency of friendliness and good fortunes. Female rights had the highest frequency of sexual interactions and physical aggression. (Bulkeley, 2001)
03 August 2001 - nightmare -- 01:53 p.m.
How sickening was that, Lisa? Anyways... going on holiday really early tomorrow morning, so no entries for about 2 weeks and then possibly a really long one, depending on whether I can be bothered. And also probably updates for ricecakes and auspice (links above).
I'm sure there was something else I was going to say.
Oh yeah: icepick.com.
Matthew and Ross are playing tennis, Lisa's ... I think hanging out the washing. (what, I loaded the dishwasher). And the parents are at work.
Oh, I remember, my dream. It was very scary, the evil budgie woman dream again. I seem to be repeating dreams from my childhood at the moment, it'll be the Green Dream and the Dots Dream again before you know it, and I'll be a gibbering wreck. Joy.
The evil budgie woman dream is not nice. There's some girl moves into the neighbourhood, and for some reason lives in a house that's where the Knights's house is (except it's lots bigger). And I live in the house before the one I'm in now. Anyway, this girl makes friends with me and 2 other random people, I don't know who they are, and we sit in her living room. Looks like our living room but turned round 180 degrees. She's really rich, and has a budgie (hence the name of the dream). She lets this budgie out and it flies around, and vanishes into the kitchen. Everyone except me goes into the kitchen, and when they come back the budgie is dead of squashing, and they decide I must have sat on it. (I don't know). So evil girl puts her budgie in a glass of coke and tries to make me drink it, I won't, she tries to make me blind myself by pouring it in my eyes, I won't, she steals my shoes. So I try to leave, but I end up with odd shoes that I've just found in her porch (looks like a bigger version of the Knights's porch) - a pointy black one and a sqaure red one. So she cuts holes in my feet with a kinfe (?) and I try to leave, her mum turns up to see if I'm okay and her dad opens the front door from outside at the same time. Her mum starts going on about hair clips and I run away. And throw the shoes over her fence. I'm running down Worcester Crescent (where my old house is, but for some reason I'm now going to my current house) and she's throwing things at me over the fence. When I get round the corner, she appears with this stick thing, looks like a long thin light blue lightsaber or something? And I grab the end and kill her with it, and kill a load of people who turn up in cars.
And then I wake up and go 'oh, what a weird dream'.
I tend to remember none of a dream or thousands of irrelevant details.
Don't even ask about the Green and Dots Dreams, they scare me too much for words.
02 August 2001 - I'm so lazy -- 01:08 p.m.
I can't be bothered to review Flowers for Algernon: so I got the spark to do it for me.
Flowers For Algernon : Wilderness And Loss Of Innocence
By Katy Robinson
Frequent allusions to iconoclasm have led many critics to question Keyes's spirit. To wit, phallic imagery was never so present in David Keyes's work as in the reknowned novel, Flowers For Algernon. In the following paragraphs, evidence will be presented that clearly demonstrates Flowers For Algernon is the most powerful example of Romantic writing ever created. This claim is buttressed by three points: (1) the Surrealist views of Flowers For Algernon's protagonist, Charlie, (2) Keyes's adversarial relationship to the Christian school while writing the book, and (3) the author's use of sexuality.
First, realize that Keyes had lost his will to live just before completing Flowers For Algernon. The author uses the absurd to transform Nemur from a simple bit-player into a triumphant hero. Read as allegory, Flowers For Algernon supports no other analysis.
Furthermore, with words like "The man doffed his nice hat," Keyes stakes his claim. To indicate that Strauss is the work's villain, the author makes his dialogue ponderous. Evidence for this conclusion abounds in the opening monologue of the book; critics of Keyes's work often overlook this aspect.
Third, Keyes's ability is truly evident in Flowers For Algernon. While most other German authors conceived of their characters as pre Symbolist symbols, Keyes's lusted for real religion! Some of Keyes most timeless writing is in Flowers For Algernon; this all but proves my thesis, especially when Keyes's employment of destiny in the book is taken into account.
It's easy to forget that Flowers For Algernon was the most monumental work of its time. While other works influenced by the 20th century renaissance of Japanese literature are usually forgotten, Flowers For Algernon remains triumphant. Though famous for portrayals of destiny in other works, Keyes will always be loved for his famous employment of the absurd in this book. David Keyes, we salute you.
Were you fooled?
02 August 2001 - stats -- 12:58 p.m.
Oh, how I love pointless statistics. Did you know, England has only 0.0476% of the world's serial killers? Very reassuring.
(Inspired by Illiana)
02 August 2001 - Icecream -- 12:37 p.m.
You scored 33.3% Strawberry
Strawberries are naturally loyal, honest and trustworthy. If you're one of many Strawberry lovers (it's tied with Butter Pecan as the third most popular flavor), you probably have a devoted circle of friends who rely on you for the right answer to any moral dilemma. Like Chocolate Chips, you set high standards for yourself, but you are somewhat shy and reserved. And you don't like to admit it, but you're also a tad pessimistic. Maybe you're just disappointed that no one can live up to your own responsibility and forthrightness. Strawberry types do well with optimistic, outgoing Chocolate Chips.
You scored 33.3% Vanilla
Contrary to what you may expect, Vanilla types aren't bland or boring. Vanilla is far and away the most popular ice cream flavor, and the Vanilla type is gregarious, impulsive, fun loving and expressive. In fact, you probably have a hard time making up your mind -- Vanillas are known for never saying no, even when they probably should. The Vanilla lover takes a romantic, hopeful view of life: Live for the moment, and everything will work out fine. And Vanilla types are happiest with their own kind -- only someone equally spontaneous and energetic will do.
You scored 22.2% Chocolate
You scored 11.1% Chocolate Chip
You scored 0% Butter Pecan
Strawberry and vanilla... mm.
(Link stolen from Krystal).
01 August 2001 - Katy for sale -- 08:18 p.m.
According to this site (link stolen from the bwg update) I am worth $1,938,406.00.
In real money this is £1,352,069.23. Can any of you afford me?
Ha. Anyway, today I watched... about 5 DL episodes, lalala. Oh no, 4 DL and one WL. That was it. And packed for Cornwall (nts: pack camera).
I'm going to linkhunt for a bit. (August is here, a whole new 100 net-hours to play with...)
31 July 2001 - Thank God You're Here, Captain Obvious! -- 05:19 p.m.
Been to the library, returned Lisa's game, etc. etc. WHSmith has been all rearranged, I got quite lost which was fairly entertaining. Oh, and Gary Boon was on the bus. I'd forgotten him, he was in my class in primary school. He's too tall.
Anyway... I'm reading Flowers for Algernon, it's really sweet at the moment but it looks like it's going to get creepy. Ah well, creepy can be good.
Matthew's wandered off after playing with his Playstation, Grandad is going, Mum is around somewhere, Lisa's at Briony's until tomorrow, dad's at work.
And I'm off to put things in a... circle, with Matthew. (How I love injokes)
Damn, hangnail. Ow.
30 July 2001 - ha -- 03:44 p.m.
Oh yeah: this
30 July 2001 - Tweenies -- 03:36 p.m.
Reason #246 to hate the Tweenies (although they do have good music):
The bizarre censored version of Snow White. (I was bored, okay?) You know how Snow White is rescued from the poison apple by getting kissed by a prince? In the Tweeny version, the dwarfs picked up snow white in her coffin to give her to the Prince, one of them tripped, and the poisoned apple fell out of her mouth.
It's just wrong, I tell you. A whole generation of children being subjected to incorrect fairytales. It's a disaster.
30 July 2001 - something amusing -- 11:40 a.m.
Thank God you're here, Kama Sutra boy!
Erm... Lisa's playing on neopets, Matthew's hair's wet, and we're all bored. Never mind.
28 July 2001 - how I hate small boys -- 06:53 p.m.
41) Are you more spiritual than the average person?
42) Yet, have problems relating to orthodox theologies?
43) Do you like tapioca?
Ha.
28 July 2001 - lala -- 01:51 p.m.
I am so glad Brian won Big Brother, he's lovely. (Although officially I don't care... but I love him!)
Shut up, Katy.
Whose Line was hilarious, and all - the Colin Hoedown was adorable.
Am I hyper, d'you think?
27 July 2001 - Trouble with Broccoli -- 04:49 p.m.
Today, mum is at some meeting and dad is going to be late-ish, so I have to cook. One of the things is broccoli, which I don't know what to do with.
Me: How much broccoli do I need to cook? And for how long?
Mum: How much are you going to eat? Cut it into florets (good word) the size we usually have them. Cut about 2cm off the woody end first. Put it into little piles, one for you, one for Dad, one for M, and when it looks as though it is the right amount for each of you to eat, stop! Boil some water in the kettle, pour it over the broccoli and boil it with a lid half on for about 10 mins or until it feels just about soft enough when prodded with a sharp knife. Or steam it in the metal colander (under the fridge) over boiling water for about a week.
Or eat tomatoes.
Ha.
27 July 2001 - Matthew -- 02:18 p.m.
My darling brother has made his own website! With html! All by himself, and everything!
Go an look.
Aah.
27 July 2001 - altru-what? -- 12:27 p.m.
Dear Katy, stop arguing with people about self-referential altruism.
That is a good phrase, Becky.
On another note, the lovely discworld convention people sent me a picture of the Soul Cake Duck.
How random.
26 July 2001 - Sibby -- 10:20 p.m.
Haha... you have to read what Lisa's put in the auspice guestbook...
She's at guidecamp till Sunday, and the next Saturday we're holidaying.
26 July 2001 - I have knees, I tell you -- 04:39 p.m.
They said I was mad - but I'll show them all! Ahahahaha!
Okay, now I've got that out of my system: Today, I went swimming with Matthew, Ross and mum. I did 2 lengths, which reminded me why I hate swimming, and read my book for an hour and a half. Oh, the excitement of my life.
25 July 2001 - withdrawn -- 09:10 p.m.
Computer... I praise thee... sorry, I've been banned from the computer all day. Withdrawal.
And now... the incredible adventures of Matthew. (i.e. my brother)
You know how he blocked his simcard and had to get a new mobile a few weeks ago?
Today he dropped it in the lake.
Whoops.
24 July 2001 - Gragh -- 12:09 a.m.
I am so not on the internet in the bat-hours... ah well, not like I'm doing anything important for the next... month. La.
I am playing on this sit which has lots of fonts. It's lovely.
Oh, and in my copious spare time I'm teaching myself Quenya, because it's completely of no use at all, which is always a good reason.
Lisa's making a camp blanket, it's great. But I bet she sews it to the carpet.
22 July 2001 - freaks -- 08:33 p.m.
I'm just looking at my tracker. Someone from Croatia went to this site, apparently. (Who do I know in Croatia??)
Search engine requests that turned up my website: bookfest croatia (okay, so I say bookfest), waterstones magazine (I've mentioned that) and the most bizarre: cat deely underwear.
Some people are seriously odd.
22 July 2001 - warning, confused tenses -- 05:43 p.m.
Type-up of citron on paper from the weekend away.
FRIDAY 20TH JULY
So we actually are going camping this time. Somewhere in Newbourne, which is near garlic (sorry, joke) and Ipswich. With bikes and a caravan, but without Lisa. Lisa's going to London with Amy and Ellie, despite the fact that Michaela dislocated Amy's thumb in a fit of jealousy. They're going shopping and on the London Eye, despite the fact that Lisa will have no money until September (her birthday).
So, Newbourne. We're driving out of Alresford at 17.42 and it's 20oC (dad's car has a load of monitors), heading for the Orwell Bridge. No computers until Sunday afternoon, and I'm going to miss Banzai and God, the Devil & Bob in favour of traffic announcements, bikes and having to spend a whole weekend with my brother. How will I cope.
On the plus side, I'll desquare my eyes and be able to read lots. Family bonding and the great outdoors, no?
"You're Dagenham." "What?" "Well, it's way past Barking." Ah, dad humour.
That's probably only funny if you know British geography. Our campsite is called The Steading (I think), it's in a field near some trees, a pub (that's why we picked it) and a million greenhouses. And a nature reserve. There's about 2 other people here, it's so quiet.
After dinner (pasta and stuff) we went for a wander, and ended up at the Fox Inn. It's gorgeous. There's a pond with a weeping willow, waterlilies, coy and a crocodile (ok, so not). There was a church with creepy angel statues in the background. It was so pretty, in a very English way. The menu's gorgeous so apparently we're eating there tomorrow. And they have triangular benches.
Matthew reckons I run like Rimmer, which is quite odd. I kick my feet up and wave my arms around flouncily, it's incredibly entertaining. "you run like a girl" "...how else should I run?"
And now Matthew is apparently frashing dad at dominoes, so I'm going to doodle. Oh yeah, during our wander we saw an owl and a fox.
SATURDAY
That was a deluge and a half last night! It's practically lunchtime, we've been sitting around reading after our fried breakfast and now dad and Matthew have gone exploring and mum's washing up. And now it's raining.
We went to Newbourne Springs Nature Reserve for a wander and it was lovely. There were hundreds of different plants - alders, spindleberries, even redcurrants - and on one section of footpath there were loads of evil goats.
We ended up back at the Fox, watching the carp. They were leaping and trying to catch the birds.
Amusing carp anecdote #1: When the parents were at some Roman baths there was aman feeding Dairylea triangles to the carp.
Amusing carp anecdote #2: There's apparently a problem at the moment. Carp cost about £3000 (why?) and people fish them for sport, but refugees from the continent keep eating them because they can't afford to buy food.
We wandered aimlessly around Felixstowe for a bit, then went to the Fox for dinnet. I had cajun chicken and rhubarb crumble, which was very nice too.
SUNDAY
We bikerode to the Mayflower and watched boats for a while, then went home. 5 miles of biking, my legs hurt. (I'm so unfit). Then we went home.
20 July 2001 - email -- 02:25 p.m.
From: Ian Robinson <???@???.co.uk>
To: Katy Robinson' <???@???.co.uk>
Date: 20 July 2001 12:23
Subject: RE: your map thing
Thanks for that. Mum has booked us in at Newbourne which is somewhere near Woodbridge and walking distance from a pub, next to a nature reserve.
You see?
20 July 2001 - PreCamping Depression -- 11:13 a.m.
"Dear Katy, we're going camping, so pack. Love mum." Right then.
Now I come to think of it, that guestbook entry was probably me testing it... oops.
Dad phoned me at 9.29, apparently. A bit optimistic, don't you think? I have to email him a map, for some reason.
Today the rest of my school break up, and Matthew's lot break up on... Tuesday, I think.
Party time in the Bob houes - Jeffery (?sp) Archer is going to prison. My parents are positively bopping, it's great.
I keep having weird dreams about mechanical machiney things trying to kill me, it's really odd. Oh no wait, I know what that is! It's the Buddha thing from Tomb Raider. I'm having nightmares from Tomb Raider, I'm so pathetic. Ah well. Off I go to pack (well, later...).
19 July 2001 - sigh -- 02:40 p.m.
Look at this, a lovely guestbook entry for ricecakes. How coherent.
Name - La
Email - o@a.com
Date -- Wednesday, 18 July 2001, at 4:16 p.m.
From - aisebnoi
awaeisedriothujdntpjtr v
Right then...
19 July 2001 - It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is doing something rhyming with that -- 01:25 p.m.
Ah, it's raining. I'm so glad I forgot to hang out the washing. Oh, I'm supposed to hoover. Ah well.
That reminds me, apparently we're going camping this weekend, like the one-day thing that didn't happen before. This time it's Lisa that can't go - she's in London with Amy and Ellie. I think.
19 July 2001 - whatever -- 01:22 p.m.
So I'm on both alt.fan.eddie-izzard and alt.fan.monty-python. And all the afe-i people are talking about monty python. It's very confusing.
I've come to the conclusion that writing 'lalala I'm bored' probably doesn't make interesting reading. So I'll stop it.
19 July 2001 - Happy Ancient Egyptian New Year -- 01:13 p.m.
Happy Ancient Egyptian New Year, apparently. Hey, and my auspice story is linked by the storyteller collab. Yay.
Mm, puttanesca noodles. Eat this more often, Katy.
What was I saying? Oh yeah, got a postcard from Susanne. She's in France. I wonder if her computer is de-lightninged yet?
On the news just now, they said American scientists have discovered if they engineer the DNA of a chicken, they'll be able to make a TRex. Well whoopdedoo, how amazingly useful. Apparently it'll take 100 years, which is good, because I think it's a really stupid idea. 'I know, let's turn a chicken, a harmless although really creepy edible bird, into a giant evil murderous dinosaur and watch it kill everyone! Excellent plan.'
18 July 2001 - Ricecakes has been updated -- 06:54 p.m.
Red Nose Day 2001 raised £52,241,707! That's £15 million more than last year. Restores your faith in humanity, doesn't it?
And now an entry dedicated to my gorgeous sister, Lisa.
Lisa's anecdote of the day: Next year at Philip Morant School, all the trousers and skirts will have to have 'PMS' written on them. Apparently someone did point out that this might be a bad idea, but apparently the staff think it won't matter because 'the pupils are too naive to notice'.
Quotes of Lisa today: (specifically chosen to make me look good!) "You're a freak. But I love ya!" "You're so cool."
Ha, I'm cool.
And you should see her lizard. Seriously.
18 July 2001 - Random Disconnected Thoughts -- 02:32 p.m.
I refuse to believe the I am the only person in the world that eats in alphabetical order.
Reason #537 Why I'm Glad I'm Not American: Fred, the 15 year old chatshow host. (Mentioned on Radio 1 news).
"When it comes to inconsistancy, women are right up there with men." - Shanghai Baby.
Norwegian Wood is really good so far. I think Toru Watanabe is probably who I will turn into when I grow up. Apart from the fact that he's male and Japanese, of course.
I'm doodling umbrellas. I must be bored.
17 July 2001 - Further Notes to self. -- 11:04 p.m.
#1: When people ask you what your website is, send them here, not to this page.
#2: Write more contents for above site, and for auspice.
17 July 2001 - Guess what? I'm bored. -- 06:53 p.m.
This happens a lot...
Do you want to know what sites I go to every day? There's a lot, I warn you.
Sometimes I just think: I need someone new to be addicted to, and go hunting. I did that today... new people to read everyday... it'll end up taking hours...
First, there's my email. Then I come to pitas.com to update this lovely diary - actually, I do them at the same time. Aah, multitasking.
Then I go and read other people's.
usr/bin/girl (surely everyone reads this?) Krystal's livejournal distant-sun.com that book thing I linked yesterday (so that's a new one breakable.org bwg bluezfire.org dorkdave.com.
Still looking for more, you know.
17 July 2001 - A random survey -- 05:29 p.m.
#1) What is your greatest extravagance?
I buy waaaaaay too many books. No wait, you can never have too many books... I spend too much money on books. I don't have many extravagances apart from that.
#2) What is the sound that you love most?
Rain. Not thunderstorms, just rainstorms. And if I'm in a tent at the time, even better because it's twice as loud.
#3) What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?
Ehm, hard one... I expect when people die. I don't know, when I've finished being miserable it tends to get itself forgotten, so I can't really compare them.
#4) Boxers or briefs?
Yerwhat? I'm a female, what do you think?
#5) If there is a heaven, what do you want to hear God say when you arrive?
'Go away, you're supposed to reincarnate.' or maybe 'Oh my Katy, I'm your biggest fan!', that would be funny. (Only joking, I'm not that bigheaded.)
#6) What is your motto?
When you're a teenager, nothing is forever. That always cheers me up. And also... there was one about jam, I've forgotten it. How annoying.
#7) Do you have a dog? You seem like a guy who has a dog.
No... I fear dogs. As does my mum, but the sibs and dad want one. They can have a robot one, no?
#8) What is your favorite curse word?
The one I use most is 'damn'. But my favourite is 'poot', that always amuses me (that Agnes what calls herself Perditax, she cracks me up </end discworld reference>)
#9) If you were a super-hero, which one would you be?
Um... do I have to be a superhero? I don't want to. Too much like hard work for my liking, ha. Thermoman, off of My Hero. That's such a funny programme.
#10) How would you like to die?
In my sleep, so I wouldn't notice. And when I'm old, preferably.
#11) If you were a convenience food, which one would you be?
Noodles... I love noodles, they go with anything. Yoghurt, pesto, mayonnaise, tomato sauce stuff (not ketchup), raita... whatever.
#12) What is the sound that you hate?
A broom sweeping on concrete. Erg.
#13) Which talent would you most like to have?
I would like to be able to draw recognisable shapes. It's genetic, I can't even draw a straight line with a ruler.
I can draw sheep.
#14) What is your most treasured possession?
Ooh... tough one... my box of junk. Or maybe Polly.
#15) If you are not the winner, would you rather be the runner-up or just take your ball and go home?
Go home. Again genetic, I'm a really sore loser.
17 July 2001 - Oh yes! -- 03:45 p.m.
We won! By we I mean St. Georges team, at Matthew's sports day. This is the 11th and last sports day at the primary school that one of our family will attend. And we won!
There's four teams, St. Georges (our team), St. Andrews, St. Patricks and St Davids. We're all St Georges, and we won! And because Matthew is House Captain, he got to lift the trophy, yaya.
Spacehopper racing is so funny... but they didn't have the hoop race. I loved that. It rained at the end, but it was still great. Matthew was 3rd in swimming relay and swimming breaststroke, somewhere in the middle for high jump, second for 2lap racing and 2nd for relay running.
I wrote something for auspice, but envy is being annoying.
La. Do you love my textboxes?
17 July 2001 - Twice in one night (!!) -- 01:50 a.m.
Dances With Prison Fish - Gangsta name
Automatic Man-o-war - Military Name
Slappy Tail - Porn Name
Gnopükindabak Miller - Taxi Driver Name
Other people see you as practical. They see you as clever, or very talented, but modest. Not a person who makes friends too easily, but someone who is extremely loyal to the friends you do make and who expects the same loyalty in return.
The Simpson's character you are most like is: Skinner
Supposedly, the song that was number one on the day you were born is a theme to your life. The U.K. No.1 on the 19th April 1985 was... Easy Lover by Philip Bailey (Duet With Phil Collins)
You are Tweety. You are cute, and everyone loves you. You are a best friend that no one takes the chance of losing. You never hurt feelings and seldom have your own feelings hurt.
Life is a breeze. You are witty and calm most of the time. Just keep clear of backstabbers and you are worry-free.
Your Oz Prison Bitch Name is: Nut Buster
Ethical Philosophy Results:
1. Aquinas (100%)
2. Spinoza (100%)
3. Epicureans (90%)
You had 11 out of 20 pop culture questions correct - you're in your 20s.
you are 46 % nerd. According to this score you seem to be an AVERAGE NERD. Keep practicing in order to obtain a higher level of nerdity. I think you have a nice chance to improve your score, you are just a little bit away from being a real nerd.
17 July 2001 - Insomnia -- 01:45 a.m.
It's quarter to 2 in the morning, and I have to get up tomorrow. Ah well, I'm bored, insomniac and link-hunting. I've found lots, tell you later.
Unless it rains, tomorrow I have Matthew's sport's day and Lisa's guide barbecue thing.
Like the new layout? I was bored. It's the same colours, but just twisted around a bit.
Archived here.
