Category Archives: Scribbles

…to waste, as they say, although I was thinking of another angle. How many gigabytes, etc., in there in that impossibly wet architecture? An idea I got here from Ligneus at Spiced Sass. I tried registering to leave a comment but the site won’t allow it, for some reason. Perhaps he has turned the function off. That would be nice, to turn the mind off. He calls his post Mental Bric A Brac. Reminds me of last night’s reading to Mr. Boy from the last third of "The Goblet of Fire." Dumbledore plucks his intrusive, older memories out of his temple on long, silvery threads with his wand and puts them in the Pensieve for storage–in 3-D, full-color with audio. Wish I could do that. One of the hard things about aging is that delightful current memories take a backseat to more problematical older ones which increasingly march forward as the years go by. Pity, really. Lots of clutter in there from growing up a military brat and moving about every two years, sometimes more often. Add in combat in a war, too many love relationships before, during and after, and it all gets very murky, stimulating odd night dreams and off-topic daydreams. As I say, the mind is a terrible thing…

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