tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post5745009052867519667..comments2023-10-04T17:13:47.394+03:00Comments on future of my past: September may very well be reminding July*, but what's that November is whispering to March?Anna MRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13801478271766064478noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-48723350155132123092010-03-28T12:34:31.205+03:002010-03-28T12:34:31.205+03:00Fair Amanda, you are a star.
xFair <b>Amanda</b>, you are a star. <br /><br />xAnna MRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13801478271766064478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-76356449719499081812010-03-25T11:41:57.849+02:002010-03-25T11:41:57.849+02:00Exquisite. You are, my dear.Exquisite. You are, my dear.Amandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10369366886465496303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-31508921160133015102010-03-14T13:18:09.039+02:002010-03-14T13:18:09.039+02:00Sexy - feigning innnocence gets you nowhere with m...<b>Sexy</b> - feigning innnocence gets you nowhere with me and in these parts. You know perfectly well what I mean - I wrote you a lengthy piece in your native tongue when I last saw you. This means there's only one thing for it - Sexy, 您被排斥.<br /><br />Stern and very final regards and no x's (or q's, for that matter),<br /><br />A MRAnna MRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13801478271766064478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-11154926246154813502010-03-14T13:13:06.781+02:002010-03-14T13:13:06.781+02:00Kahless, squeezebox gets an extra gold star and an...<b>Kahless</b>, <em>squeezebox</em> gets an extra gold star and an appreciative mention because it manages to have a z <em>as well</em>. Some nasties seem to want to write it as two separate words, though, but we'll say sucks-boo to them, right? Right.<br /><br />Nice to see you, hope you're da iawn...<br /><br />xAnna MRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13801478271766064478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-6475972895450601792010-03-14T13:05:12.079+02:002010-03-14T13:05:12.079+02:00Signs, Insignia, Seignsmeister, in a word, Schwess...<b>Signs, Insignia, Seignsmeister</b>, in a word, <b>Schwesserwisser</b> - you're <em>right</em>. I am grateful for that, fairly beyond description, because to tell you the truth, I had my qualms and quibbles (sadly, with no x) about the mere existence of a Quex Road in Kilburn (whether you married in the Catholic church there or not), let alone the definition for the word which you quote. Imagine the waves of delight, then (which quite rightly were laced with shame for doubting your words), which I have just had the pleasure to enjoy, having googled the beautiful "quex" and discovered it is indeed exactly what you claim it to be (although I haven't found the road yet - I should go to google streetmaps, no doubt). Moreover, I have discovered to my edification that a lexical analyser (sorry, I cannot abide the American z) "...is a program that transforms a stream of characters into a stream of 'atomic chunks of meaning'...".<br /><br />Atomic. Chunks. Of meaning. <br /><br />What a marvel machine, what a totally divine programme. Please, Sir, could its heavenly beam not be aimed at <em>me</em>? For I really, really, really wouldn't mind at all being transformed into a stream of atomic chunks of meaning. In fact, couldn't the whole of creation be put through this programme? Would stop those of us inclined to spend too much time pondering over whether there's any meaning or purpose to any of it, freeing our mental capacities (such as they are, after years, or in some very terminal cases, <em>decades</em> of such futile mental effort) for something more constructive. <br /><br />So yes, thank you, Signs. Quex is good. Very good. And I'd never heard of it. <br /><br />But no, that view is not from my igloo, it's from the balcony I occasionally have to retire to at work. My igloo balcony looked much like it, though, on the one side (the one where the door does not open to). The other side was covered with tightly-packed snow, after months of ciggie-trips. Miraculously, and with some assistance from me kicking the packed snow asunder and down off the edge, my balcony is now entirely free of snow. Not a flake. Except just as I wrote these words, I raised my gaze and looked out the window and it is snowing again, so there <em>will</em>, after all, be some flakes there again. God help us all. <br /><br />Beautiful seeing you. You are a living thing appearing again, here on this blog, fairly proving your point. <br /><br />Mwah, Schwestah.<br /><br />xAnna MRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13801478271766064478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-75891882162549312522010-03-10T00:50:11.884+02:002010-03-10T00:50:11.884+02:00Why am I the only one left out, and whaddya mean I...Why am I the only one left out, and whaddya mean I had my chance?Sexynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-70336657461710853382010-03-09T22:22:08.290+02:002010-03-09T22:22:08.290+02:00SqueezeboxSqueezeboxKahlesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00500615451909999365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-33389064774856486692010-03-07T20:36:08.552+02:002010-03-07T20:36:08.552+02:00hang on a minute there - what the - well first thi...hang on a <i>minute</i> there - what the - well first things first, there is a catholic church in quex road in kilburn - first marriage happened there - does that count? quex is a word that means "a tool to generate lexical analyzers" - there, bet you're grateful for that.<br /><br />Back to using caps again now, a change is as good as a rest, is what I always say. Is that a view from your igloo there? Proof, as if we needed, of much snow. And here in Blighty we are still banging on about the amount we had, but it's been all gone for ages now. <br /><br />Good to see you here - though the label does also suggest that you are saying goodbye - and what with Tom Waits echoing the words (or you echoing him). Goodbye to winter, perhaps? <br /><br />The living things do and will appear again. Can't prove it, just as I can't prove that the sun will rise again tomorrow. But probability is definitely on my side, Schwestah. Har!Reading the Signshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06338983880105866139noreply@blogger.com