sir dom

[lobelia321]

ATTN: badgermonkey!!

From msilverstar's Collectormania report:

Q: what would they do if they weren't actors?

Dom: says if he had his choice, he'd be a professional surfer. But he thinks he'd probably have been a teacher.

A teacher!!!

"Sir! Sir!"
*door bursts open*
(shocked voice) "Mr Monaghan!"
"Oh, uh, hello, Miss Demelza."
"What are you doing with that pupil and with that whiteboard marker on that desk?!"

Mwuahahahhah.



Anyway, where am I these days? Not on LJ, that's clear. And now I must to bed. But today I did, instead of writing DP or cruising the J:
- paint the bathroom
- make pancakes
- hang out with the kids
- read a book on everyday narrative
- read another book on illustration (purportedly, except it turned out to be on some other crap)
- read most of Racine's play Britannicus (!!!)
- played soccer with one son
- had elaborate fantasy about two young men fucking in at least seven different positions while jetlagged (one of them might have been Dom but they were origchars; I think their names are Ian and Scott)
- read cupiscent's "The Answer" and liked it!!! (fb to come)
- had tea with donnish acquaintance who is dad of son's friend
- hung out with hubster
- saw absurd and possibly immoral as well as illegal "Russian roulette" ridiculousness on TV

*looks around in puzzlement*
It seems I acquired a life somewhere. How did that happen?

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[freyafloyd.livejournal.com]

I have been without children and Mr Floyd all day, which obviously is very, very exciting and un 1950's ish.

So, I have:

Been to visit a client, a visit that I had prearranged. They were not in, and so I had to go home, which was vexing, as it took an hour and a half. Also, due to phobia of urban environment, I became convinced I was going to be mugged by a nearby man, and so had to walk to a different bus stop.

But...

I read the Symposium; it is a book that can only be fully enjoyed if you then go on aim to a slasher later to fully discuss the porn dimensions.

Read the whole of the Sunday Times, although not the bits about rugby, obviously.

Bought a lovely sandwich from the sandwich shop.

Lay about in bed for over an hour.

Took dog for walk on moors.

Did solitary Blondie impression to 'Hanging on the Telephone.'

I have spent the entire day ALONE, which is the greatest gift in world. Have terrible habit of muttering on about living alone in bee loud glades.

Things I have failed to do, which I should have been doing:

Cleaned house from top to bottom in 1950's manner

Phoned other client to arrange visit.

Ironed school uniform.

Prepared number of things which I told Arts Centre I would prepare for tomorrow.

Done any work.

Will now have to do all these things tomorrow instead, but am selfish and proud.

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Symposium? As in Plato?

*is impressed*