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Toolin' about
Aug. 25th, 2005 11:43 amHave so many things to accomplish today.
Start writing paper - no, skip that. Start actually looking through hideous Data of Death that's been sitting on my desk in a neat little plastic pocket for months now because I don't know where to start.
Wade through the Mammoth List of Songs that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
visible_fred posted so I can jump on the Burning Bandwagon. Trust me, it's a bloody impressive list.
Inoculate strains so that I can see if they like growing in ridiculously acidic/alkaline conditions. Why? Eh. I dunno. It's something that sad microbiologists do.
Call my hyper-allergenic cousin and see if she's still sick from our dusty, dirty house.
That's it, I think. Well, ok, it's not really that much. But for some reason I'm extremely lethargic so the list appears very daunting. So instead of jumping to it, I'm telling everyone who may (or may not) give a toss. Well, what's an LJ for if not for procrastination, eh?
Oh, and I need a dictaphone. Not for evil, likegerbilsage, but so I can hum riffs that come into my head so I don't forget them. It's been happening all week - I think of a tune that may translate into an acceptable guitar riff, hum it to myself all the way home and then, when I pick up my guitar - nada. Zip. Gone.
Prick. So, dictaphone needed. ASAP.
Start writing paper - no, skip that. Start actually looking through hideous Data of Death that's been sitting on my desk in a neat little plastic pocket for months now because I don't know where to start.
Wade through the Mammoth List of Songs that
visible_fred posted so I can jump on the Burning Bandwagon. Trust me, it's a bloody impressive list.Inoculate strains so that I can see if they like growing in ridiculously acidic/alkaline conditions. Why? Eh. I dunno. It's something that sad microbiologists do.
Call my hyper-allergenic cousin and see if she's still sick from our dusty, dirty house.
That's it, I think. Well, ok, it's not really that much. But for some reason I'm extremely lethargic so the list appears very daunting. So instead of jumping to it, I'm telling everyone who may (or may not) give a toss. Well, what's an LJ for if not for procrastination, eh?
Oh, and I need a dictaphone. Not for evil, like
gerbilsage, but so I can hum riffs that come into my head so I don't forget them. It's been happening all week - I think of a tune that may translate into an acceptable guitar riff, hum it to myself all the way home and then, when I pick up my guitar - nada. Zip. Gone. Prick. So, dictaphone needed. ASAP.
