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Ransom: Hit your computer over the head with an empty Pimm's bottle until it coughs up those paragraphs that it ate! Rumba: Same with your recalcitrant Escrow -- hit someone over the head with a Pimm's bottle until they close the deal! I used this tactic on the pseudo-suicidal nerd-boy, and it worked.

Brilliant idea, Ransom! Definitely my weapon of choice. Currently, the Pimm's bottle in my pantry is half-full, but I'm sure I can find a quick and convenient way empty it for the occasion! Just got a bit distracted by other things for awhile, Ransom. But, thanks for thinking of me! Glad to see the Pub's been bustling in my absence.

^Chocolate truffles [Notice I didn't choose tofu] < and brandy [Nor homemade dandelion wine] Coz I ain't no fecking 'Earth Mother'! [Oh, sorry -- am I repeating myself again?] V Pass the Q

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Pissed off! I'd just like to reiterate to a certain pseudo-suicidal comic book collector: I ain't no fecking 'Earth Mother', nerd-boy! Coz he was apparently too dense to get the message the first time around.

Sophie B. Hawkins, "Damn, I Wish I Was Your Lover!"

Sandi Thom, "I wish I was a punk rocker"

Had a Coke with dinner and tea with dessert. Now I'm wide awake at 4 a.m. with caffeine jitters. Too much salt in the meal too! Had a nightcap before bed, which helped me get to sleep, but it's obviously worn off now. Plus, I'm all excited about the vampire costume I'm going to wear to the Hallowe'en dance tonight. Spent yesterday working out all the accessories and make-up for it. Wonder if D. will be at this dance? Nah, I doubt costume parties are his thing!

Wind chill of -7 C this morning. No sign of the sun. Global Warming, my ass! This feels more like Nuclear Winter!

Awake pre-dawn again, and feeling like I'm fighting off some bug. Well, at least, I hope my immune system is fighting it off! Bleh! [Yikes, am I the only one who finds the font in the dialogue box rather tiny? I know I need to visit the optometrist for my midlife optical crisis, but this is ridiculous!]

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Achy & fatigued. Hmmm.... fluish? or just paranoid?

Ha! Tell me about it! They throw some really wild parties around here! .... Wot? .... Nothing yet ... but I'm debating between black pudding and a cinnamon bun with cream cheese icing for breakfast. I suspect the cinnamon bun will win out, anemia (and my waistline) be damned! Cute photos from my friend's daughter on Facebook. She's got an impressively artistic eye as a photographer! No one yet, but I've been re-reading an interesting e-mail conversation with my friend Brenda. The "Mr. Darcy" of our dance set. (Apparently the poor boy's really just shy ... and 'terribly handsome'! LOL) ... oh, and Catherine the commuting academic, who I haven't heard from lately.

Well, I didn't want to embarrass the poor guy by pointing a camera at him! He was a very nice man. (And he always put his shirt on before coming to the door to talk to me.) Besides, my neighbour's university-age babysitter spent most of the day oggling him and his shirtless tattooed crew. She kept walking the baby buggy back and forth in front of my house and craning her neck up at the scaffolding. Plastering's partly done. It was a deep hole, and undercoat needs to dry thoroughly first. So, he's coming back in a couple weeks (when I return from vacation) to do the final coat

Here be that video: Pirate vs Spy: Beach Party & SciFi Luau http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=QBshc-0Tua4 (Set to "Rock Lobster", of course! )

Peppermint tea for my touchy tummy. Too much junk food, drugs, alcohol, socializing, & house-repair stress this week.

My fleet: a paddleboat, a canoe, and an assortment of air mattresses. Lots of pirate games for rainy days: http://www.angelfire.com/sc/motodojo/7thplay.html A bookshelf full of serious literature: Assorted cocktail toys: A stuffed 10 lb pickerel mounted on the wall. Satellite TV & popcorn maker. Wonky septic system.

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My crew of shirtless, sweaty, tattooed masons carousing in the scaffolding as they finish building my new chimney.

Never mind. Robert, my shirtless tattooed mason, says he's coming back this evening to do the plastering. But thanks for the Pimm's anyway, Jenny!

GinGER for motion sickness, Silkie, not ginseng: Scroll down... http://www.scuba-doc.com/moresea.htm (Powdered capsules are most convenient.)

Oh good! Thanks for the encouragement, Jenny! We'll if nobody's counting, then I think I'll mix myself a gin & lemonade cocktail, with just a splash of Cassis for my solitary afternoon drinking session today. [Okay, well, maybe I should at least wait until after lunch! ] Sadly, I'm out of Pimm's! But happily, I have a stash of Pimm's at the Northern Beach Shack, and I'm heading there first thing tomorrow morning. And I'm thinking of taking up Harvey Wallbangers: http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=9zgi9Pkt1RU

Happily, the newly built chimney is now blocking out the sky, but here are the holes in my wall:

I think I'm going to go mix myself a very weak Pimm's Cup. [That hardly counts as solitary drinking in the middle of the day, does it?]