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Feb. 24th, 2008
Of grounded birdlife and nostalgia.
Feb. 24th, 2008 10:12 pmSo I was very bored and uninspired (read:lazy) so I went out to the backyard to make a call or two and demand that friends entertain me, but I never made a call, because just as I took the phone from my pocket a tiny bundle of feathers came crashing through the canopy and landed in the garden. Examination of the undergrowth revealed a somewhat disgruntled rainbow lorikeet. It couldn’t fly, but I don’t know if this was the result of recent injury or lifelong crippling (possibly of the type that some people inflict upon their pets?).
After shoo-ing away the neighborhood cat and umm-ing and ah-ing a for a while with my housemate, I called WIRES, and they said: put it in a box. I emptied a box from my cupboard, but by then night had fallen and our avian guest was hiding somewhere up a tree.
Which left me with the contents of the box: execrable teenage angst poetry from back when I was an execrable teenage angster. Some of it in song form. Mostly pretty cringe-worthy, although I did find the following, which I have no memory of writing:
G---------------G-------------------F-------------- Am
Maybe I was too hard on you. You’re not the one to blame.
G-------------------G-------------------------Em----------F
I guess it’s really not your fault you have a penis for a brain
--------C-----
On the other hand…
Etc.
I wonder who it was about?
More importantly, there were diary entries, and I stumbled upon a terrible fact: when I was 18 (I think, I never dated the damn things) I promised myself that I would climb a particular tree. I never did it!
This is clearly the reason for every thing that has gone wrong for me in the last decade. I only hope that thing is still standing. I have a promise to keep...
After shoo-ing away the neighborhood cat and umm-ing and ah-ing a for a while with my housemate, I called WIRES, and they said: put it in a box. I emptied a box from my cupboard, but by then night had fallen and our avian guest was hiding somewhere up a tree.
Which left me with the contents of the box: execrable teenage angst poetry from back when I was an execrable teenage angster. Some of it in song form. Mostly pretty cringe-worthy, although I did find the following, which I have no memory of writing:
G---------------G-------------------F-------------- Am
Maybe I was too hard on you. You’re not the one to blame.
G-------------------G-------------------------Em----------F
I guess it’s really not your fault you have a penis for a brain
--------C-----
On the other hand…
Etc.
I wonder who it was about?
More importantly, there were diary entries, and I stumbled upon a terrible fact: when I was 18 (I think, I never dated the damn things) I promised myself that I would climb a particular tree. I never did it!
This is clearly the reason for every thing that has gone wrong for me in the last decade. I only hope that thing is still standing. I have a promise to keep...