as discussed with a friend elsewhere

I think reading R.A.Wilson opened my head a little too far. And it's Pandora's box; it doesn't reclose.

it's like cleaning, only different

I decided to clean the stack of shelves which featured in that video clip I made a while back. Mostly this involved moving things from one shelf to another, although some stuff did get earmarked for binning or recycling as appropriate. I did, however, find the sellotape I was looking for when I made said video clip.

found quotes

These are from, hmm, (checks bookshelf) John Shirley's A Splendid Chaos, scribbled on a card in the pub and forgotten until today's adventures in cleaning:

Zero shook his head. He was hot, uncomfortable and tired, and he hadn't had enough to eat. Also, he was on the wrong planet.

"Bowler, not only do I have to talk to a fucking melted dwarf on a sawhorse, the melted dwarf on a sawhorse is giving me shit."

They may be funnier when you're drunk, mind.

I'm sure this is an insult to someone

Cornish pasty for dinner, except that the filling was some left-over bolognese that I couldn't fit into the lasagne last night. Either the Italians or the Cornices? Corns? Qwghlmians? (or both) are gunning for me right now.