A (mostly silly) Literary Digression.

So what are you reading on the beach & at night, G? Any recommendations?

Altogether too much sense happenin' here.....I'm warning' yer....

Beach reading...errr..um...beach ? in UK ?

For my night time reading I am reading a white paper by Oracle Corp on 9iAS implementation !

To be honest, I dont get much time these days for night time reading, I am always carrying stuff from work which I don't find time to read during the day....

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Gosh, G .... that sounds so ..... romantic! :wink:

It is! Haven't you heard of the whole 'being paired with 9iASb implementation' subplot?

Way to digress!

deb has digressed (or diverged) away for a bit

sooooooo - do you wanna dance, Margo?

This I gotta watch

Just so's ya know - I like to lead.

So does margo!
Do we have a problem brewing here?

Just so ya know...
I have absolutely no sense of rhythm.

Grown men have blanched with fear when they see me dance, and run from the room, quaking.

But, I love to dance (you've heard of the different drummer theory, I take it?)

I love to sing, too, even though I can't hold a tune in a bicket.

I'd wear steel-capped shoes, if I were you - and ear plugs!

Moving up, right now, to the music!

But you are a leader, never-the-less, margo!

I can tango and waltz, but I can never dance to just normal, modernish music. Whenever I am dragged up to do so, I confess that I probably am worse than Margo has said that she is.

I tell people jokingly that I'm making a fashion statement, and that it's not how I'm dancing but how I'm not dancing that they should look for .

Hi - I did digress away - I am backish.......and I bought some books at Melbourne airport!

Is this the apparent bad dancers colloquy of folks who turn out to be good at it after all?

Yeh, me......

remembering the time I danced on the table at the Oar House on a Sunday when it was closed. Or played the drums at the Venice alley house... a matter I barely remember. Sigh, I was brought up shy, and wound in and out of that, still have remnants, but the remnants now are sort of earned... as I am not a good dancer or tune carrier. Just about as I was opening up to my own style I met and married another shy person who didn't dance.

Years later, I am not without thought and feeling, not a jerk, re movement, just sort of shut off. So, in certain circumstances of comfort, I can dance, not like Marakova, whoever, but as me.

Okay, go ahead, picture a corgi dancing on hind feet, that's me....

This might explain why my favorite avatar of all time is Craven's Dancing Girl, some form of me.

Well . . . how the hell are ya, wabbit?

Pull up a hutch, make yerself comfortable . . .here, have a carrot . . .

Good - good times - hafta apologise to Wildclickers though - I thought I would be able to get in to do that - realised I had left my team clicking url at home - tried to get into Abuzz to ask Beth to send it to me in an email - couldn't get Abuzz to let me in from another person's computer - grrrr - hey, you be in Canadia?

Wotcha up to - read any Canajun books?

I finally DID get the Singer book on Bush - plus another challenging modern thinking on psychosis - a short history of the world (for arguing with Setanta!) - a book on latest research re genes vs nurture.....

An a crap mystery novel - which is the one I am reading - grrrrr......WHAT is the lure of crap vs good stuff?


Fun?

The bunny is BACK !!!!