I’ve been drinking water all day long. I think I’ve processed approximately a gallon completely, and about a gallon is still in my system. woo.

I’m going to try and stick with water only as a beverage… see what happens.

Is it me, or has the Simpsons not all that funny anymore? I’ve been watching it a little recently… and the last three Sunday night shows have been *really* weak. Either I’ve grown too far from it’s humor, or the humor it had just isn’t there anymore. The writing seems very weak to me…

On a similar note… can we go back to one cartoon network? Or, can I get both? I like power puff girls just fine, but I Want to see some Herculoids, classic speed racer… All the cartoon network ever seems to show is its own hubbub. Has anyone come out with a ‘Hong Kong action’ network yet? I think it’d fit well with the ‘romance’ ‘western’ ‘mystery’ ‘sci fi’ themes… Sometimes I just want to see some guys hopping around muttering…”You killed the master, Drunken Tiger scorpion style!!” Hyah!

Pilgrim’s Progress…

Feel weird today.

Good things –
I’m *super* glad part a of my vallies day gift made it…. when she checks the mail today, the remainder stuff should be there. I feel strongly that she’ll like ’em… even if it’s going to arrive a bit out of sequence… she got the ‘middle’ gift first… (Chocolates)… the bigger and more personal gifts will be there for her today. Trinkets of happiness to bring her joy…

I wonder how much chocolate is left? 🙂 (I’m a piggy… would be eating them throughout the course of the day)

Got a card from her today, and it was sealed with a peppermint kiss… yum. I cherish her written words so much…

Tough things –
Lost contact with her several times last night, either through her machine, my machine or the net… I didn’t get to say goodnight, or give her a parting ‘I love you’. She knows how I feel, but I have such a strong urge to tell her so.

Work today is finicky… I should be over the bumpy bits in a few hours though. Can’t seem to make this script want to dance the way I’d like it to, but the day is young.

My co-workers are sort of antsy today too.. an odd vibe in the air. There’s a tangible tension surrounding everything… maybe once I leave the building here, the ‘stress-membrane’ will break. I actually feel the small hairs on the back of my neck rising.

Got 3 of my VAGG vallies back in the mail… all were to Canada, and all were $.03 short on postage. ack. Sorry! They’ll get to you, just a little late.

Kellie & Lexie got me thinking about this…

There’s a monster in my pants,
And it does a nasty dance,
When it moves in and out,
All the people start to shout,

Monster! Aigh! Monster! Ooh! Get out of here monster!
Monster! Monster! Get out of here monster!

There’s a monster in my pants,
And it does a naughty dance,
When it sees the light of day,
You can hear the people say,

Oh no, a monster! Oh no, a monster!
Oh no! Oh oh! Oh no a giant monster!
Oh no, a monster! Oh no, a monster!
Oh no! Oh oh! Oh no a giant monster!

Shut the window, bolt the door,
Don’t want to see that monster no more!
Shut the window, bolt the door,
Don’t want to see that monster no more!

There’s a monster in my pants,
And it does a modern dance,
When it comes into the room,
People hit it with a broom,

Take that monster! Take that monster!
Take it! Take it! Take that you awful thing!
Take that! Aigh! Take that! Ooh!
Take it! Take it! Take that you naughty thing!

And they don’t wear pants,
On the other side of France,
But they do wear fleas,
To protect them from the bees

Monster! Monster! Oh gee, a pregnant monster!

There’s a monster on the run,
And it wants to have some fun,
When it flies up in the air,
All the people stop and stare,
The guys give a yell,
And the girls start to shriek,
When they see it’s giant claws,
And it’s razor-sharp beak!

(Gosh, would you look at that thang?)
(And I thought dinosaurs were extinct!)

Am I the only one from whom the phrase ‘tea room’ especially ‘Russian tea room’ conjures up images of wacky 60’s TV personalities getting into situations?

Major Nelson, Major Heely… Lucy & Ethel, Darrin and Larry?

I’ve not seen the Patty duke show, or any sign of Dobie Gillis in ages, but somehow I think there were weird tea room episodes of those, too…

Men are responsible for the majority of human genetic mutations, according to a landmark publication in the scientific journal Nature. Researchers of the Human Genome Project discovered that the Y chromosome, found only in men, passes on genetic mutations twice as often as the X chromosome.

http://www.wired.com/news/technology/0,1282,41763,00.html

man shot with cigs –

An autopsy performed Monday by Cape May County Medical Examiner Elliot M. Gross determined that three cigarette butts penetrated Geisinger’s rib cage directly above his heart, causing his death.

http://abcnews.go.com/sections/us/DailyNews/jokedeath010213.html

And one local…. 🙂

When the United States invited the world to send its tired, its poor, its huddled masses yearning to breathe free, it did not mean everybody.
Asians, specifically, were excluded from citizenship during much of the time that the nation was welcoming immigrants from Europe.
And vestiges of that time remain embedded in places you wouldn’t expect to find them: the Florida Constitution, for one.
Tucked within a section of the state constitution is a provision that says Asian immigrants — who were not eligible for U.S. citizenship at one time — may be prohibited from owning property.

http://jacksonville.com/tu-online/stories/021201/met_5375163.html

Apparently, the Dictator/Sitcom Character I most resemble here is – I guess that you are Dan Conner from Roseanne! (I just entered my own stats, and went to see what came up. )

I didn’t really watch the show. Am I like him? All I know is that he was played by John Goodman.

Gnite.

Valentine’s Day has officially started, and I’m in love. It’s a great feeling. I’m so happy that we have each other!

Let me be the first to wish Happiness and love on you today!

How Do I Love Thee?

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints – I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!
-and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.