If Pondelia Whimsy has a personal orchestral composer, I simply must have one as well! To think of all the time I’ve been wasting, simply summoning symphony orchestras into my personal entertainment parlour to play music written for other people. Oh, the shame of it! From now on, all of my music shall be written …
Ahh, glass. That great invention that lets you look through walls, which is a crazy achievement, if you really think about it. We had fewer windows in our home growing up than is usual, because Mother and Father really didn’t want the neighbours to know that I existed. I had no window in my cupboard, …
Since I was a kid, I’ve always held the view that houses should be entirely made of wood, and ideally resemble something in the realm of a rustic log cabin or a gingerbread house. Metal fittings have never appealed to me, nor has blocky, minimalist architecture. It’s only now beginning to dawn on me that …
Wow… these windows are really dirty. I feel like I’ve vaguely noticed this before, but not clocked the full extent of the situation. Now that I’ve seen it in all its glory, though, I can’t unsee it. Time for a chat with the management, I think. In the meantime, I’m going to assume they just …