I will have to copy a post I did on Letterdash to get this announcement across, or I wouldn’t get it across:
*picture a meerkat punching paws in the air, pulling shirt over head and charging across the field, doing a series of somersaults, and generally acting like a total idiot in true football tradition, seeing it is john… er, lavvy… er, toilet… er, bog… er, jazz… er, oh yes – WC – time!*
My turd… er, third… movement is done and appears as the turd… er, third item in my badge player. Ergo, those with ten-and-a-half minutes to spare and no bandwidth problems, are invited to click on it and listen in. As usual, in the triumph of completing a long bit of music I am convinced that it exceeds the achievement of crushing wheat and mixing it up with water and yeast and heat and stuff, and then dividing the result with a sharp implement. This feeling does wear off after a while, and I am happy if after that flush of enthusiasm dies down I still like the music. The second movement passed that test, and I hope the third-running-into-fourth will as well.
As you will gather, I couldn’t leave it alone. Between interruptions of trying to figure out where the Collies were getting out (yet again – regular readers will know that this is a contest that has been going on for years) and a visit (ugh, yetch, retch, shudder) to the dentist again, I tinkered furiously all day until all the bits on playback that made me pause and say, ‘Eh?’ stopped doing that. I then had to replace an MP3 conversion I had already done too prematurely, but at least I hadn’t loaded it yet.
Anyway, I have finished with our tooth-fairy (or gay fang-fixer) for some time, I hope.
The Collies are giving me great looks of disgust. I discovered their latest route hidden down a very overgrown bank, and blocked it with great ingenuity and lots of obstacles. They seriously wanted to get out to have some words with a couple of Dalmatians that had dropped by to offer insults through the gate after doing their own Houdini thing on their owner – that also happens periodically – and were really frustrated to find that they are again confined. I have no doubt they will apply their little doggy minds to the problem and give me a new conundrum fairly soon…