I’m glad she came back… lots of work today, but it was made easier by just talking with her for a while.

🙂

I’m very happy, if harried here at work.

In other news, another story added on tales, will post the link as soon as I polish it some more.

I’m hungry, and want the smell of rosemary, lavender or african violet…

Looks like a pizza night… no Pix! maybe I should get chinese again?

Cider’s back! how wonderful!!! Always glad to see her out and about.

This weekend will be the first ‘solo’ movie in a while… maybe I can get back in with the staff at pompano muvico, shoot for freebies in exchange for bringing them coffee… it worked out well at the gateway. 🙂

If only there was a coffeehouse closer by. withing walking distance? Ray has it good. He’s local to malls, record stores, duncan donuts, los olas…. nice neighborhood, victoria park… 2 art theatres and a lovely borders all withing reasonable walking distance.

I have the stripmall of sin (more about that later), a dead mall, and a decent movie theater. 🙂

back to work, process is done.

one more thing… door locks were just broken, but a laptop was stolen from work! yikes!

see you kids later.

left my ‘working hard message’ up on aim, and missed the queen-bee.

oh well… hopefully I’ll catch her later on.

pooties.

In Your Eyes

love I get so lost, sometimes
days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
when I want to run away
I drive off in my car
but whichever way I go
I come back to the place you are

all my instincts, they return
and the grand facade, so soon will burn
without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside

in your eyes
the light the heat
in your eyes
I am complete
in your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
in your eyes
the resolution of all the fruitless searches
in your eyes
I see the light and the heat
in your eyes
oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light
the heat I see in your eyes

love, I don’t like to see so much pain
so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away
I get so tired of working so hard for our survival
I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive

and all my instincts, they return
and the grand facade, so soon will burn
without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside

in your eyes
the light the heat
in your eyes
I am complete
in your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
in your eyes
the resolution of all the fruitless searches
in your eyes
I see the light and the heat
in your eyes
oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light,
the heat I see in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes

I wish I knew the origin of this. from my weirdness files, under affirmations of humanity. a special item, for the cowgirl riding off into the sunset, the queen bee, the sexy clown, the shy, benevolent dictator, the fae lass, the most wonderful split bamboo.

about snowflakes and shoe sizes, elephants and castles, sleepyheads and folk up all night.

I’m smiling, wondering why some folks find clowns so phobia inducing? not seamy underbelly of the world drunken, unshaved clowns with machetes, mind you, but whiteface clowns and to another extent, mimes. what caused such an extreme reaction? Nobody is afraid of jesters and stand up comics, are they? Where does carrot top fit in? He’s a prop comic. more clown than comic, making the cross-over?

Which brings on another thought…

While I like snuggling under blankets, making a fine cocoon of covers, I don’t like wearing socks. Really never have. Every possible opportunity, I wear birkenstocks to work, go barefoot if I can. Perhaps it my feet got colder, but they’re pretty all-weather. I forget if I posted a link to barefooters, but I shall here.. I really enjoy seeing that it is legal to go unshod many many places. I think it’s the constricting confinement. tight socks feel too binding, and loose socks are a bane to walk in.

Now I know the above isn’t as interesting as bee-man, but I’m just babbling today. 40 more shopping days until Christmas (or the year end holiday of your choice… to paraphrase latraviata.) Speaking of which, I think it’d be a nice gesture for members of tern to write latraviata a little thank you poem or note for her efforts, and poetry writing for the members… what do you kids say?

Misc links of interest.

news article – Cops chase Donuts

Sumo Sailor Moon