Musical ponderification

I was looking through my music collection recently, and realised that I've drifted off the set of things that I think of as My Music. And this is bothering me; I need to go through and fix it and fill in the things that are on my base of conceptual structure. So I've been brainstorming things I'm missing in my collection, considering buying the CDs or getting individual songs off an MP3 dealer, making lists. (This was also provoked by the fact that my satyr on overlandmush was powering a magical device he built by singing the Lovin' Spoonful at it. . . .)

Then I realised I hadn't ripped "Eve of Destruction" and fixed that immediately.

The hell is wrong with me that I don't have "Ohio" ripped? I know have this CD somewhere, don't I? Rar, can't find it. Can find Beatles for Sale, which I haven't got anything off of. Minor consolation.

Did I sing "No Reply" with Bif at RM? memerath, do you remember? (io? larksdream? dirtydianadd?) It has the sort of harmonies we did . . . (Does anyone know where she is these days?) (On the subject of RM, my ceramics research has led me to the conclusion that I need to break into the art department and read bottles so I know what I'm looking for. Stupid nouns.)


The images that montrealais sent me arrived today; I put the statue of Aset together and put both Her and the stone with the representation of Nebet-Het into my shrine shelf. Which smells strongly of incense; I hope that the sweet smell pleases Them.

384 words today. Narrator now making lists of what he knows so he can work out systematically what he thinks he knows. Sleep still defective, though some of the reasons for that are now at least known ones. May write some more before sleep is possible. Or may try to sleep anyway. Agh.