I am Wartacus!

It is now the morning of the fourth day since the treatment to clear a few warts. Maybe I really should have buried a potato at midnight, or licked a toad or both. Three of the four on my melon are on my face and those three look like particularly malignant insect bites, though they are not as swollen as they were.

Needless to say, your hero's movie star good looks have been compromised by a combination of angry warts, a suddenly appearing zit and the beginnings of a hobo beard (though the latter has now been shaved off).

Oh, it's easier to drop the piccy behind a cut than it is to remember the html to shrink it...
( Bandwidth and sanity-saving cut )

This all looms larger in the mind than in the flesh. O vanity!

I am Wartacus!

It is now the morning of the fourth day since the treatment to clear a few warts. Maybe I really should have buried a potato at midnight, or licked a toad or both. Three of the four on my melon are on my face and those three look like particularly malignant insect bites, though they are not as swollen as they were.

Needless to say, your hero's movie star good looks have been compromised by a combination of angry warts, a suddenly appearing zit and the beginnings of a hobo beard (though the latter has now been shaved off).

Oh, it's easier to drop the piccy behind a cut than it is to remember the html to shrink it...
( Bandwidth and sanity-saving cut )

This all looms larger in the mind than in the flesh. O vanity!

Music

I have spent a large portion of the weekend just passed loading music onto my shiny new iPod Classic. Yes, folks it’s true: the call of instant gratification proved too strong once the resources suddenly appeared.

I have six tracks short of 5,000 on it already. That barely scratches the overall music collection – I have only just moved into the ‘C’s (though I have cherry picked a few bands/artistes from further down the alphabet), but also includes a great deal of music from Furtle’s back up discs, which I uploaded en masse before deleting a huge chunk in horror. There is a fair degree of overlap in our musical tastes, but she is rather more enamoured of the 80s than am I, so although I have kept Aerosmith, Magnum and Guns’n’Roses on a trial basis (I am not really familiar with their output beyond the odd overplayed track on Planet Rock Radio), the Erasures of this world were, however, excised from the disk as soon as I realised they were there¹.

A lot of classical music has gone west though I shall be replacing it with some from my own collection. It may be a shallow admission, but I can rarely find the energy or attention span to listen to classical music on the off chance that I might like it. There’s too many notes.

The tracks by the Pasadena Roof Orchestra however, have been retained in their entirety. I am going to have set up some playlists soon, otherwise I shall be driven potty by the unexpected conjunction of different musical styles. It is interesting though, to see just how wide the range of music we each have. It’s not always that apparent, just seeing the CDs stacked on the shelves.

Edited to add: As noted by the estimable ash1977law I have fallen victim to 'disappearing footnote syndrome².

Anyway, the text of the missing footnote (précised): Anyone who points out that my iPod contains ABBA Gold and More ABBA Gold in their entirety will receive a withering glare. Even if it happens to be true.


²As identified by Dr Hasso von Bumpsfeldt in his address to the Hague Committee on publishing, August 1905³

Music

I have spent a large portion of the weekend just passed loading music onto my shiny new iPod Classic. Yes, folks it’s true: the call of instant gratification proved too strong once the resources suddenly appeared.

I have six tracks short of 5,000 on it already. That barely scratches the overall music collection – I have only just moved into the ‘C’s (though I have cherry picked a few bands/artistes from further down the alphabet), but also includes a great deal of music from Furtle’s back up discs, which I uploaded en masse before deleting a huge chunk in horror. There is a fair degree of overlap in our musical tastes, but she is rather more enamoured of the 80s than am I, so although I have kept Aerosmith, Magnum and Guns’n’Roses on a trial basis (I am not really familiar with their output beyond the odd overplayed track on Planet Rock Radio), the Erasures of this world were, however, excised from the disk as soon as I realised they were there¹.

A lot of classical music has gone west though I shall be replacing it with some from my own collection. It may be a shallow admission, but I can rarely find the energy or attention span to listen to classical music on the off chance that I might like it. There’s too many notes.

The tracks by the Pasadena Roof Orchestra however, have been retained in their entirety. I am going to have set up some playlists soon, otherwise I shall be driven potty by the unexpected conjunction of different musical styles. It is interesting though, to see just how wide the range of music we each have. It’s not always that apparent, just seeing the CDs stacked on the shelves.

Edited to add: As noted by the estimable ash1977law I have fallen victim to 'disappearing footnote syndrome².

Anyway, the text of the missing footnote (précised): Anyone who points out that my iPod contains ABBA Gold and More ABBA Gold in their entirety will receive a withering glare. Even if it happens to be true.


²As identified by Dr Hasso von Bumpsfeldt in his address to the Hague Committee on publishing, August 1905³