of converting flac files, http://www.hack7mc.com/2009/01/playing-flac-files-in-media-center.html

I've been listening to her a lot these last couple of days. You may have noticed.
In answer to your question: yes. She *is* that good.
In particular, Drama of Exile is just a cracker of an album. It's the closest to VU of all her stuff, from what I've heard - and includes probably the best version of Waiting For The Man' of all time (is what I'd be saying if the original wasn't so fantastic)

I went there sixteen years ago, before I'd once flossed my teeth. The stone pillars that support the temple roof are less than a third of their original width. Ancient.
At least, the two surviving original ones are. Obviously the new ones they've added or replaced the old with over the years are not always stone. Some are two-thousand-year-old concrete. Some are steel.

And then there's the diamond pillar.

It is not, disappointingly for a sprog, made of diamond.

Charles and her three brothers took me. I remember they never once said a word in response to me. That's not…

I try to tell you how I really feel', she tells me, 'you think I'm mocking you. But when I lie, and tell you what I think you want to hear, you thank me for being so open, and hug me'.
I thanked her for being so open, and hugged her.

, when said in the right accent, sounds like something else. A derogatory ejaculation.

There's no power inherent in words. This is the mistake I thought they made with 'In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was God.'
It turns out I was wrong. The actual quotation is 'In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.'
It turns out that my 'ironic' <i> tags were not that far off the actual tags in this. Apparently you just need square brackets.

The difference is that, if the Word is…

for sitting on your memory.

actually, at least not entirely. I've often shared the same <i>type</i> of thought with someone else. But I've only ever accessed the same thought as someone else once. I guess the thought was spread across more than just my CNS.
I once got told, by a friend, that they'd shared the same mental image as someone else. Or something. I don't know. Apparently they'd had a lot of mushrooms.

What if thoughts had agency, rather than sapient beings? What if, like, people could make thoughts, but after that they sorta 'got out there', and could be held by someone else?…

'pon reflection, and in answer to my own, earlier question: no. There's only so much you're entitled to ask about what's going on in someone else's mind, anyway - and I've only ever directly shared the same thoughts with someone once. Unless I didn't, in which case - all the more reason to keep this kind of thing private.

Just wind-surfed from Great Yarmouth to the Hague and back. Took me 75 hours. Ish. Met a selkie on the way, I think. Like, a giant seal sort of thing that brought me oysters. Real sweetie. Would've got her number, but…. water. 'phone. They just don't go well together.
Except, I guess, the hydrophone that Googol and Virgil are developing; pretty sure that's an April fool's joke, though. What kind of nutter would *want* to try and talk underwater anyway? Useless functionality.
Almost every job that almost everyone in the 'west' has ever had adds only useless functionality.
If everyone…

is very, very good. I don't think I've enjoyed a Manic Street Preachers album this much since I bought the Holy Bible and sat there in teenage reverie, bleaching my ears with the self-directed anguish of Richy Edwards.

Lauren told me something the other day.

She told me that her eyes were starting to glow with insomnia, like in a hundred years of solitude.

I haven't seen her in the dark since then.