Refreshed and happy after seeing my sweetie… going to go to bed and read when I get home… comfy in a cocoon of blankets and Newt. 🙂

I think tonight is a good night for some Robert Frost.

Even though I don’t see myself buying one, there are at least three potential benefits to all, if the Segway takes off and gains full acceptance in this country:

• Whether or not it gets allowed on sidewalks, towns will be pressured to build more bike lanes. Getting more bike lanes isn’t easy so if we can gain some lanes due to the Kamen PR machine and funding, at least it will benefit others besides just segway owners.
• If it gets popular, it will reduce the number of cars in downtown areas and the all the associated parking hassles, exhaust, and danger that comes from mixing lots of cars in a small space with lots of people. Downtown areas could be safer to pedestrians and bicyclists.
• I didn’t see a demo of it climbing stairs, so if successful, the company behind it might also help and/or pressure urban areas to become friendlier to people with different mobility needs. If you couldn’t ride a wheelchair from one end of the city to the other in the year 2000, you might be able to in the year 2005.

So if you walk, ride a bike, or are disabled, you have a lot to gain if this new mode of transportation takes off.

I’m thinking of her scent, her smile, and laughter. The ripples of her voice.

The thought of them brings me warmth, and a smile of my own.

This Christmas, what do you get for the guy who has everything?

The really freaky thing about that page is that the guy in the picture is reading The Urantia Book. When you’re communicating with the Ministering Omniaphim of the Superuniverse, the last thing you want to worry about is embarassing flatulence.

bowdlerize (BODE-luh-rise; BOWD-), transitive verb:
1. To remove or modify the parts (of a book, for example) considered offensive.
2. To modify, as by shortening, simplifying, or distorting in style or content.

Bowdlerize derives from the name Thomas Bowdler, an editor in Victorian times who rewrote Shakespeare, removing all profanity and sexual references so as not to offend the sensibilities of the audiences of his day.

Charlie Brown finds himself depressed at Christmas time,searching for the true meaning of the holiday amidst the glitz and commercialism of the modern age. He finds his answer in the passage below:

“And there were in the same country shepherds, abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them! And they were sore afraid… And the angel said unto them, “Fear not! For, behold, I bring you tidings of great joy, which shall be to all my people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.”

“That’s what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown.”
–Linus Van Pelt (and Charles M Schultz….)

thanks guys. 🙂

icq is down? 🙁

Yum… a brush with my sweetie is a delight. 🙂

I’m going to hit the sack early tonight… perchance to catch her fleeting toouch again when I awake.

All things happen in cycles.. I see one re-emreging from the past, and it pleases me to see it because it means although it’s rough now, a nice patch lays ahead. 🙂

I have visions of sugarplums dancing in my head… either that or it’s a twitching, lemon-sized brain tumor.

Those who dance are considered insane by those who cannot hear the music.
—George Carlin

Even though times are a bit stressful, and very busy, I count my blessings and am happy for them. I’m thankful for the stuff in my life that make those times bearable. There are so many intangibles that make waking up in the morning a worthwhile time. I’m very lucky to have the sweetheart I do, the brother I do, and Newt. That’s three reasons right there to be happy, even better than the fact that I have a roof over my head, food in my belly, and work doesn’t involve doing something any less seemly than database manipulation. 🙂

Morning walkies almost always helps to put me in a good mood. Long strides and a comfortable atmosphere sets a nice start to a positive day. I have a song running through my head, but I’ll be darned what the tune is. Feels like some kind of incedental music between “Otis’s Theme” from the Superman Movie and “Back from commercial / overview” from Gilligan’s Island. If it’s still in my mind, I’ll try and write out the notation tonight. (It’s been a long time since I’ve looked at sheet music, let alone wrote any down… could be a nice distraction.) It seems unique, but flows naturally. Do I have a soundtrack?

I will welcome the weekend when it comes… payday Friday, going to do a little shopping on Saturday, get a few tidbits taken care of here and there… (hopefully get my own holiday prezzie too.. the digicam I’ve been waiting on for ages) and get started on my holiday cards in earnest. (I know, I’m a slowpoke… but they should arrive the week before Christmas, so it’s all good.) I’m also thinking of doing some sort of charity thing for the holidays, but I’m not too clear on that yet.

Those who dance are considered insane by those who cannot hear the music.
—George Carlin

Even though times are a bit stressful, and very busy, I count my blessings and am happy for them. I’m thankful for the stuff in my life that make those times bearable. There are so many intangibles that make waking up in the morning a worthwhile time. I’m very lucky to have the sweetheart I do, the brother I do, and Newt. That’s three reasons right there to be happy, even better than the fact that I have a roof over my head, food in my belly, and work doesn’t involve doing something any less seemly than database manipulation. 🙂

Morning walkies almost always helps to put me in a good mood. Long strides and a comfortable atmosphere sets a nice start to a positive day. I have a song running through my head, but I’ll be darned what the tune is. Feels like some kind of incedental music between “Otis’s Theme” from the Superman Movie and “Back from commercial / overview” from Gilligan’s Island. If it’s still in my mind, I’ll try and write out the notation tonight. (It’s been a long time since I’ve looked at sheet music, let alone wrote any down… could be a nice distraction.) It seems unique, but flows naturally. Do I have a soundtrack?

I will welcome the weekend when it comes… payday Friday, going to do a little shopping on Saturday, get a few tidbits taken care of here and there… (hopefully get my own holiday prezzie too.. the digicam I’ve been waiting on for ages) and get started on my holiday cards in earnest. (I know, I’m a slowpoke… but they should arrive the week before Christmas, so it’s all good.) I’m also thinking of doing some sort of charity thing for the holidays, but I’m not too clear on that yet.

NPR reports that, after going a few rounds with the suit, Yogi is in “stable” condition at Wonderland Zoo Hospital.

“It was horrible,” stated witness Boo-Boo: “Yogi and I were just minding our own business when we saw a picnic basket lying in the middle of the path. I thought it was another trap from the Ranger, but Yogi just dived in, and this suit came out of nowhere to beat poor Yogi up.

“I’m feeling betrayed by the government. Isn’t this federal land?”

However, the Ranger, who has been trying to get Yogi and Boo-Boo declared a “terrorist organization” for years, lit a havana cigar, smiled, and had no comment.

Cindy Lou (The girl bear they introduced to avoid any homosexual connotations between an older and younger bear in a kids cartoon) was unavailable for comment.

At Wonderland Zoo, Hair Bear was said to be “understandibly upset.” However, according to a source who spoke on terms of anonymity, Hair Bear is so “out of his head on chronic” that he still thinks The Greatful Dead is touring.

ref: – http://www.livejournal.com/talkread.bml?itemid=16928243&nc=3

gambol (GAM-buhl),
intransitive verb: To dance and skip about in play; to frolic.
noun: A skipping or leaping about in frolic.

I’ve been told dolphins like to gambol in the waves in these waters, and that sighting them brings good luck. –Barbara Kingsolver, “Where the Map Stopped,”

Gambol, earlier gambolde or gambalde, comes from Medieval French gambade, “a leaping or skipping,” from Late Latin gamba, “hock (of a horse), leg,” from Greek kampe, “a joint or bend.”

heteronym (HET-uhr-uh-nim) noun

A word that has the same spelling as another word but with a different
pronunciation and meaning.

In the following poem, each end-word is heteronymic:

Listen, readers, toward me bow.
Be friendly; do not draw the bow.
Please don’t try to start a row.
Sit peacefully, all in a row.
Don’t act like a big, fat sow.
Do not the seeds of discord sow.

In a pure heteronymic pair, the two words must be etymologically unrelated, as in bass, buffet, deserts, dove, entrance, lead, moped, unionized, wind, and wound.