| Monday, September 27, 2004 |
| thunk |
when it was thrown it was small and weak. the shaft was light in colour and weight, and the blade was a single thin blade of dark metal, ideal for chopping blocks of wood. hansel and gretel style. however, by the time it's flight had finished, it was huge and heavy, with a massive double-head hewn from thick stone and sharpened up, all engraved, and the handle was thick and curved, ergonomic. a long time would have gone into making it. but it would have been very difficult to throw. impossible for anyone normal sized anyway. you'd look at that and try not to think about who owned it. landing, it wedged itself like a statement of intent into the solid panel of two big wooden doors, the doors to a hall or a walled city. thunk!
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| Friday, September 24, 2004 |
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Battleaxes were in fact powerful and versatile weapons, suited to many types of hand-to-hand and ranged combat. A good battleaxe was capable of breaching the shield defenses of opposing forces whether it remained in hand or was used as a thrown weapon, due to the way that the length of the axe shaft acted as a multiplier in increasing damage dealt; once lines were broken, axes were then used to injure and disarm those who fell within their swooping arcs. Additionally, the same armour which is thick enough to withstand a blade can dent and bend under a falling axe, disabling and damaging its wearer. An axe's combination of portability, adaptability, range and potential force of impact produced devastating effects, and in this way was able to enhance the ability (and repute) of a fighting group. Axes were also valuable tools outside of warfare situations, for example in the felling of timber and associated forest-clearing tasks, the hunting and preparing of food, and other applications in which the presence of a axe is a boon to community life. Axes themselves were hand made using various craftwork and refining processes, the blade inserted into the shaft and attached with glues formed from plant resins or animal fats and lashed fast with plant fibres, bound through both adhesion and friction. They were, of course, decorated, inscribed, and modified with regard to handle curvature and weighting, shape and serration of the head, and sometimes a double-edge was introduced, according to the skill and tastes of the maker and intended / eventual use of the axe. |
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| Tuesday, September 21, 2004 |
| thank you! |
(for the hamper of joysomeness)
you(s) know who you are, even if i don't. :)
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| Friday, September 17, 2004 |
| invitation |
mixing and mingling at my place > Sunday 19th Sept > witness developing combinations > like liquids in a jar > snacking (yum) > yakking (the talking kind) > backpacking (probably not) > the opportunity to have a good nose around > like hamsters introduced to a new playpen > musical accompaniment courtesy of far eastern manufacturing > mystery cupboards > the possibility of pepper having a tidy room in time for guests > and at least one terrible pun is guaranteed > plus the exciting game > "how many random people can fit inside the one flat?" > come on in > 7:30pm > traipse home to a welcoming bed (amongst other possibilities) > 10:00pm > intruiging company followed by sleep > or other evening activities of your choosing > what better combination could there be? > come and enjoy city views in the presence of other beating hearts > bring stuff if you like > or enjoy the pleasure of partaking guilt free > see you there...
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| Thursday, September 16, 2004 |
| charlie chalk |
There's a chalked-up crucifix symbol drawn onto the roundabout outside the Omni Centre. Underneath, it says "Rom 10:9", which, in my preferred translation of the moment, is this:
Say the welcoming word to God--"Jesus is my Master"--embracing, body and soul, God's work of doing in us what he did in raising Jesus from the dead. That's it. You're not "doing" anything; you're simply calling out to God, trusting him to do it for you. MSG So there you go.
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| Wednesday, September 15, 2004 |
| deep thoughts |
Last night I had an ace idea for a post which would be reflective, meaningful and which, if properly executed, could help readers consider the mysteries of existence and generally feel more fully human.
Of course, it's gone. Rather, you are invited to ponder anew: isn't it remarkable that there's at least one person in the country who doesn't get up early on a Sunday just to watch the genius of Simon Amstell at work on T4:Popworld?
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| Monday, September 13, 2004 |
| head out to the library |
Lookin' for adventure.
Birthday party tonight, looking forward to it, interesting foods - although between 10 and Lindle the puns are turning me into a pile of rubble. Yes, yes, i know, you gotta break me down before we build me up.
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Weekends, they're always so hard to remember, it really does become a big blur. Or perhaps a smudge.
St Giles', good, a bit quiet and polite perhaps but what do you expect? Led to pubbage and midnight ramblechats. Also it's true: the stained glass windows are awesome when you're outside and they're lit up from inside. Do it, Giles, do it.
Anchorman, went to see the first showing on Saturday morning. Only people who really really wanted to see it were in the room. Ace. It was like a Will Ferrell fan club. I thoroughly recommend it and want to see it again. Soon. Any takers? Please.
Motorcycle Diaries, good for a road movie. Better pacing than Jerry, not as heartwarming as The Straight Story. A twist as well, killing off the main character not even halfway through. Didn't see that one coming.
Sunday morning, rolled into church nearly an hour "late", nice. Looks like the students are back, then. Nearly persuaded to prefer Xboxes to PS2s (we need a dvd player, it's a valid reason). Right. Leant at the back, and, before i realised wot i was doing, absentmindedley compiled a "girls i would like to go out with" list and an "i dont understand why these blokes arent being mobbed" list. Well it took a year but it was bound to happen.
Overall, two post-midnight beds, bad, but two afternoon naps, so so good. Still need to start playing footy tho. All this sitting down makes the legs restless..
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| Friday, September 10, 2004 |
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[edit: this post was so pretentious that even i don't know what it was about]
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| Monday, September 06, 2004 |
| inspector gadget |
Quite similar to In the Hall of the Mountain King, i like to think.
we need amusing and inventive fasts. now, it's not really in the top ten of either category, but causing wonderings nonetheless - would the eats of daniel count as a fast in some way?
i started thinking too much about what to write in this third textblock and it made me feel odd. my wallet got lost last night. i don't really mind about the cancellable cards, they are replaceable with this year's mattgloss colours. but i do mourn the loss of i.d. cards from the past two years. they were good and i was looking forward to adding them to my collection. also there was the prototype of my business card which was due for an update tomorrow morning.
i might write in to The Metro to see if anyone found them.
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| Friday, September 03, 2004 |
| timber |
(it's structure, properties and utilisation)
That's my favourite so far.
Word of the day is the old chestnut, "spoon".
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