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Jun. 27th, 2012 02:22 amThings have reached epic levels of chaos as Chez Brammers. Which is my excuse for the appalling tardiness of the following!
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sisi_rambles recorded a podfic of Marginal Notes! In May, which I failed to listen to then because I went from having bugger all work to ALL the work at once and which I may still have failed to hear any of if Mr Brammers had not mocked me for my many open Firefox tabs. He doesn't appreciate that I am a. Going for the record, and b. Working on stories ranging from spring-flowering trees to the movement towards non-growth-based economic indicators of success, which requires research!
Happily, his mockery led to actually checking to see what was open, which led to 'Oh cock, OK, let's download that one, and … actually, that's VERY good!' Draco is delicious, and superbly snarky Astoria made me giggle! Canadian accents FTW! Thanks, dear!
* The fabulously attractiveleemarchais has made a PDF from Little Red Courgette, including raitala's genius cartoons! And it was within the last month! Click on the cover to proceed. Thank you!
* I have completely forgotten about a translation done by a lovely French person. I know it was French, because I could read it more or less, but that is all I currently recall. However, now that I have recalled that much, the rest will come back at some ridiculous hour, and I always have a notebook handy! Expect updates.
* Similarly, I received an email/PM from someone with the same birthday as me, and before I could write back, I both lost the message and completely failed to recall which medium/address it came through. Soon I will have time for an epic hunt!
* Work has gone mad, which is nice, after work being very thin on the ground at the start of the year. Alas, everyone wants everything at once and is taking 2-3 months to pay invoices. I may have to break out the ukulele and busk for lunch money.
* I have a pub bike! Which is the bike that is so crap and cheap you don't mind it being stolen and can therefore ride it to the gym or to music festivals, as opposed to my beautiful Lady Bike and my treasured mountain bike, which are both precious and expensive. The pub bike came for free, and I am thinking I overpaid at that. After a quick home service it is running functionally and will work through half its gears (the brakes are great, which is the important bit!) but it knows I don't love it and I have a gouge down my right shin from the kickstand, which is slated for removal tomorrow!
I think I actually want a new road bike, since I had forgotten how much fun it is to go fast on a light piece of kit. This was brought home to me when I had to ride Mr Brammer's bike to a meeting the other day: I had planned to ride my Lady Bike as the meeting was at an outdoor cafe a suburb away. He offered to pump up my tyres while I got dressed. He did. A bit too much, and one of the tubes went BOOM when I carried my bike outside. Scared the cat …
So there I was with 10 minutes to get there, and my helmet and gloves on and purse in my basket. He said 'Ride my bike!' I said 'OK!' and took my bike back in, grabbed my phone and notebook from my purse and stuffed them down my bra, then jumped onto his bike on which I barely cleared the crossbar. It took me the first kilometre to remember how to use his style of gears, and I am not convinced that a skirt and heels is the best outfit for that style of bike, however, I did have leggings on, and he has clips rather than cleats, so it wasn't disastrous. I did get a bit of a look when I fished my gear out of my bra at the other end, but I choose to interpret it as the look of 'Now THAT's a plucky girl reporter!' And I did get the gig.
The downsides to a road bike are that I currently have no cash, four bikes probably is too many for one woman, and I would just take to riding faster and further and then get killed, because this is Sydney. Might just stick to spin classes, my Lady Bike and bush bashing for now … but I can feel my resolve may well crumble once the Tour starts.
* The divine
sisi_rambles recorded a podfic of Marginal Notes! In May, which I failed to listen to then because I went from having bugger all work to ALL the work at once and which I may still have failed to hear any of if Mr Brammers had not mocked me for my many open Firefox tabs. He doesn't appreciate that I am a. Going for the record, and b. Working on stories ranging from spring-flowering trees to the movement towards non-growth-based economic indicators of success, which requires research!Happily, his mockery led to actually checking to see what was open, which led to 'Oh cock, OK, let's download that one, and … actually, that's VERY good!' Draco is delicious, and superbly snarky Astoria made me giggle! Canadian accents FTW! Thanks, dear!
* The fabulously attractive
leemarchais has made a PDF from Little Red Courgette, including raitala's genius cartoons! And it was within the last month! Click on the cover to proceed. Thank you!* I have completely forgotten about a translation done by a lovely French person. I know it was French, because I could read it more or less, but that is all I currently recall. However, now that I have recalled that much, the rest will come back at some ridiculous hour, and I always have a notebook handy! Expect updates.
* Similarly, I received an email/PM from someone with the same birthday as me, and before I could write back, I both lost the message and completely failed to recall which medium/address it came through. Soon I will have time for an epic hunt!
* Work has gone mad, which is nice, after work being very thin on the ground at the start of the year. Alas, everyone wants everything at once and is taking 2-3 months to pay invoices. I may have to break out the ukulele and busk for lunch money.
* I have a pub bike! Which is the bike that is so crap and cheap you don't mind it being stolen and can therefore ride it to the gym or to music festivals, as opposed to my beautiful Lady Bike and my treasured mountain bike, which are both precious and expensive. The pub bike came for free, and I am thinking I overpaid at that. After a quick home service it is running functionally and will work through half its gears (the brakes are great, which is the important bit!) but it knows I don't love it and I have a gouge down my right shin from the kickstand, which is slated for removal tomorrow!
I think I actually want a new road bike, since I had forgotten how much fun it is to go fast on a light piece of kit. This was brought home to me when I had to ride Mr Brammer's bike to a meeting the other day: I had planned to ride my Lady Bike as the meeting was at an outdoor cafe a suburb away. He offered to pump up my tyres while I got dressed. He did. A bit too much, and one of the tubes went BOOM when I carried my bike outside. Scared the cat …
So there I was with 10 minutes to get there, and my helmet and gloves on and purse in my basket. He said 'Ride my bike!' I said 'OK!' and took my bike back in, grabbed my phone and notebook from my purse and stuffed them down my bra, then jumped onto his bike on which I barely cleared the crossbar. It took me the first kilometre to remember how to use his style of gears, and I am not convinced that a skirt and heels is the best outfit for that style of bike, however, I did have leggings on, and he has clips rather than cleats, so it wasn't disastrous. I did get a bit of a look when I fished my gear out of my bra at the other end, but I choose to interpret it as the look of 'Now THAT's a plucky girl reporter!' And I did get the gig.
The downsides to a road bike are that I currently have no cash, four bikes probably is too many for one woman, and I would just take to riding faster and further and then get killed, because this is Sydney. Might just stick to spin classes, my Lady Bike and bush bashing for now … but I can feel my resolve may well crumble once the Tour starts.
