I like to punctuate my statements, what can I say?
Anyway, this blog will be moving soon (again!) so keep your eyes peeled for that. Until then, all posting activity is suspended. 🙂 If you want to know, my life in a nutshell is:
WORK SUCKS.
春風の
花を散らすと
見る夢は
さめても胸の
騒ぐなりけり
-- 西行
the Spring wind
scattering blossoms
I saw it in a dream
but when I awoke the sound
was still rustling in my breast
-- Saigyō, translator unknown
ねがはくは
花の下にて
春死なむ
そのきさらぎの
もち月のころ
-- 西行
Let me die in spring
under the blossoming trees,
let it be around
that full moon
of Kisaragi month
-- Saigyō, translator Burton Watson
Welcome to my salon pour une. Enjoy the cherry blossoms.
I like to punctuate my statements, what can I say?
Anyway, this blog will be moving soon (again!) so keep your eyes peeled for that. Until then, all posting activity is suspended. 🙂 If you want to know, my life in a nutshell is:
WORK SUCKS.
So I’m loading up my USB drive with portable apps for when I go to Québec, and it’s been quite fun discovering some new extensions for Firefox… okay, it’s just one new extension. Still!
Right now, I’m blogging straight from Firefox using an extension called “DeepestSender.” I don’t understand the significance of the name, but hey, whatever.
So please excuse me while I try some formatting things to ensure everything works correctly.
This should be bold.
This one, italic.
Titles should always be underlined.
(Cool, keyboard shortcuts work, too :biggrin:)
This is a link to Google. Because I’m a Google minion.
I don’t change colours because my themes would be be messed up 🙁
//edit to try and fix more link…
I need one of those “I got a blood test today!” stickers they give to little kids. (I know they exist, because I have one. Evidently I had a blood test when I was young. I wonder why I don’t remember this.)
Is it just me, or is the sight of needles in your skin disturbing? I can’t look whenever one is being stuck into me. I know I’ll tense up and that will distract whoever’s poking me, possibly leading them to try and poke me again. I think it’s even worse when something is being taken out of you rather than put in.
I don’t know if that classifies me as “scared of needles.” I don’t become hysterical when a needle is brought close to me. I just don’t like looking at them going into my skin. :tongue:
Oh, and a final question: Why would applying pressure to the point of needle insertion prevent bruising? O_o;