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Back to wrestling the sort of greyish, ucky beast of depression. It's not working terribly well, but one does at least try. Still haven't done the taxes.
Wrote 255 words last night; stared at it a bit trying to decide if I could do anything further and decided that a single word would push me over into nothing. Bad, bad feeble jokes. I need a larger buffer.
Made plane reservations to go visit my father next week. He's having knee surgery on Wednesday, so I'm going down Tuesday night so as to be available to cook and fetch tea and such things so he doesn't have to do for himself for a little recovery time. My aunt has offered to bribe me for this by giving me books. Will be back Saturday.
Enh. Should do taxes. Should also work on the code that I told
oneironaut I'd be setting up for Overland, since gtst went to all the effort of bitting me and all. (And in some surrounding discussion we had a rather odd conversation about how to pronounce 'gtst' that also involved
blacktarrant; I came to the conclusion that
oneironaut's pronunciation is likely closer to accurate than mine because mine is sort of reddish-brown and gtst pronounces it sort of periwinkle and stsho are all about the pastels. Sometimes I wonder about the way my mind works. I don't think it counts as synaesthesia, just really strange association tendencies. But then again I was talking to
teinedreugan the other day about how white wines tend to be higher-pitched than reds, which is why I don't care for them as much. Damfino.)
Back to wrestling the sort of greyish, ucky beast of depression. It's not working terribly well, but one does at least try. Still haven't done the taxes.
Wrote 255 words last night; stared at it a bit trying to decide if I could do anything further and decided that a single word would push me over into nothing. Bad, bad feeble jokes. I need a larger buffer.
Made plane reservations to go visit my father next week. He's having knee surgery on Wednesday, so I'm going down Tuesday night so as to be available to cook and fetch tea and such things so he doesn't have to do for himself for a little recovery time. My aunt has offered to bribe me for this by giving me books. Will be back Saturday.
Enh. Should do taxes. Should also work on the code that I told
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Er. That was a little gibberishy, wasn't it? :P
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Oh, definitely!
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I suspect it has to do with them being "heavier" and "more solid" as flavors; these tend to be attributes that, in the non-metaphorical sense, result in things having lower resonant frequencies.
Similarly, I'd think a dry wine would tend to be higher-pitched than a sweet one.