I Teach, And When Kids Ask "What's Being An Adult Like?" I Sum It Up Thus:

I teach, and when kids ask "What's being an adult like?" I sum it up thus:

"You can have cake for breakfast whenever you want, but a) you have to pay for it, and b) if it makes you sick you have to clear it up...."

Seems legit.

This. This is it. This is all I want. And I hope it is public as I wish to go and sit in front of it for a whole day or a whole week and just stare.

Wonder where it is?

*checks*

Ah crap. I hope it is...safe?

The Black Sea at night, Ivan Aivazovsky, oil on canvas, 1879.

💙Blue Infinity💙

So for the next five days I have to take a stupid amount of drugs -

- I should have been taking a stupid amount of drugs for the last five days, but the drugs make me sick and it was the Easter weekend and I had 7 services in 72hrs and a really nice lunch planned so that wasn't going to happen (I want to miss the dawn service for the usual reasons - Sloth, indolence - not because I'm vomiting blood & acid) -

- and anyway if I'm having to take that many stupid grim-inducing drugs I may as well have fun with it so for the next few days I shall be arty.

Behold, a Boat:

Good morning Kagoshima.

Little Earthquakes is a masterpiece, but I can't remember when was the last time I've heard Me and a Gun, it's too much to handle

See, I am The Old. My copy of Little Earthquakes is on cassette, and a pirate cassette at that (I got it from a guy who literally has TORI and AMOS tattooed across his knuckles). And the thing with cassettes is - for those too young to remember - it's *really hard* to skip tracks. You've only got the FF & RW buttons and no way of telling where the track ends* so you're constantly running it backwards 'n' forwards 'n' backwards 'n' forwards and is that the dying chords of the last song or the opening chord of the next song and what even IS the next song it's a pirate cassette so if the track listing is written at all it's in some guy's handwriting you can't read and anyway the tape's been sitting in the sun for 20 years and it's faded off.

Anyway, my life to this day is 50/50 cassette tapes and radio, so the concept of skipping a song is still a little alien.

*Unless you're my father, in which case next to each track he would scrawl the stereo's counter number for each track. Spot the engineer...