he speaks of senseless things

[freckles_and_doubt]

For no adequately defined reason, radio announcer auditions, courtesy Wikipedia. This is enormous fun to read out loud, particularly since the Parade's End Effect has been replaced by the Granada Sherlock Holmes Effect and I'm still enunciating with bell-like British clarity. Go on, try it. The sacred, secret crypts of Egypt and a marked propensity for procrastination and sloth. You roll it around your tongue and spit it out.

One hen
Two ducks
Three squawking geese
Four Limerick oysters
Five corpulent porpoises
Six pairs of Don Alverzo's tweezers
Seven thousand Macedonians dressed in full battle array
Eight brass monkeys from the ancient, sacred secret crypts of Egypt
Nine apathetic, sympathetic, diabetic old men on roller skates with a marked propensity for procrastination and sloth
Ten lyrical, spherical, diabolical denizens of the deep who haul stall around the corner of the quo of the quay of the quivery, all at the same time on Tuesday or Thursday, it really doesn't matter.

My subject line is David Bowie, "Time", one of the great Bowie piano pieces which I will, by gum, teach myself to play sometime very soon because it's awesome. My car music is still cycling through Bowie, currently Tonight by way of The Last Day, which is the new one and curiously pleasing.

Comments

[bronchitikat.livejournal.com]

And a partridge in a pear tree?

[rumint.livejournal.com]

Did you get my braai invitation? I used your jt.org email address, let me know if I should use another.

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

how odd, I did receive your invitation, and replied within a day to confirm the address - not sure why you haven't received it? I'll excavate my outbox when I get home. Short answer: address OK, will hopefully make braai, will confirm nearer time.

[rumint.livejournal.com]

Excellent, I'm glad the email address I have for you works. Not sure why the reply didn't get through, I checked my spam folder, and there is no sign.

See you soon :)