Wondering where my sweetie is… I suspect she tucked into bed early again. Well, huggy-snuggy love thoughts to her, wherever she may be. 🙂
Watching the Tron DVD… very nice conversion, and the software’s dvd player is very nice. sharp.
I still remember the passwords.. what a dork. Reindeer Flotilla.
So many blues and reds, a couple of golds…. I remember wanting there to be some green guys. I guess there was too much cyan to mix out.
The toga outfits… frisbees. always a hoot.
If you see a homeless guy wearing a ‘Rams Super Bowl XXXVI Champions’ shirt, here’s why
reason #45 as to why newt stays indoors. (I fear time-travelling Englishmen). gag. see the bottom – (The man who fought dogs for carrion).
Gruesome hood ornament. – A man in Florida with a machete beheaded another man during a fight, then placed the severed head on the hood of a car as neighbors watched. Speaking of beheading…
and especially for my sweetie – http://www.1001freefonts.com/ .. oh, how I love her, and oh, how she loves fonts.
I’m packing up the building and heading out. be home in a few.
“We are not afraid to entrust the American people with unpleasant facts, foreign ideas, alien philosophies, and competitive values. For a nation that is afraid to let its people judge the truth and falsehood in an open market is a nation that is afraid of its people.”
–John F. Kennedy
“The one function TV news performs very well is that when there is no news we give it to you with the same emphasis as if there were.”
–David Brinkley
“I am always ready to learn, although I do not always like being taught.”
–Winston Churchill
I wonder if I should drop my land line, and just get a cablemodem and a cell phone. it looks like it might be less than my current setup is now, and much more handy. more research is needed.
I have a bellyache. I blame Fruit2O. I want my sweetheart to come pick me up from work, drive me home, and stroke my brow as I rest my head in her lap. My tummy doesn’t hurt that bad, really, but I’d still like to have that other stuff. [addendum: I also want a foot massage, which I will gladly reciprocate] I really love her to bits and pieces and fragments and atoms. *sending her a mental squeezie*
Thanks to blue for this linkie –
If you’re looking for something interesting to do, there’s enough detailed information on the life, home and family of the last Tsar of Russia at The Alexander Palace Time Machine to keep you on a history bingefest for the remainder of the year. Knock yourself out.
You know, I think it’s impossible to get television news without some sort of spin on it now… I wish there was a “boring news” channel, with just the facts. “A man breaking into a house was bitten by a dog today, on the corner of fifth and main. The man was taken for emergency treatment before being shuttled to the police department… No word yet if the charges of B&E will stick, but he is considered a suspect in a rash of burglaries. The dog has a clean bill of health from the vet, and is home as of this broadcast” Is that so hard? I know some things are more difficult to remove opinion or speculation for, but I prefer to leave speculation to myself, if I wasn’t there to witness the event. A flip side to this is watching two news channels I don’t really want too much speculation… if I want a left or right wing slant on the news, there’s abc or fox, respectively. spin bugs me.
Missed the transfer to the #60 bus, so I called a cab into work from the other stop. bah. Ah well, it happens. At the walgreens near the stop I got this stuff called fruit2O, “water with added vitamins and natural fruit flavors”. Nasty! I thought it’d be sparkling water with a hint of kiwi flavor. (the splenda sweetening I noticed afterwards.. yay splenda, booo fruit2O) NOOoooOOOoo. It was like drinking syrup, sans the thickness. caught totally unaware I realised this about midway through a Scotto power-chug. blergh. I didn’t retreat any of it back, but it was yechy. The sort of thing that you drink and feel more thirsty afterwards for your trouble.
Strange dreams last night… it was raining razor blades… everything that they hit would split and peel into curls like wood being planed. I had a concrete golf umbrella monted on my back and a suit of armor (old style knight manner) that protected me from the weather, but I was feeling sorry for the plants that were being chopped into salad by the downpour. I was shopping for my sweetie, trying to bring her some stuff home. It was vitally important that she get her golden grahams before 5pm… it was some sort of medical supplement. The rain on my armor’s ankles made ricochet noises, like bullets in an old west movie.. lots of *ping-yow* / *ba-voo* sounds.
Italian thieves steal vial full of bull’s sperm, “Police are warning anyone who comes across the vial “not to touch it for any reason” – it has been immersed in liquid nitrogen which causes burns.”
Suuuuure it’s bull sperm, not a vial of some other milky substance that should not be allowed contact with skin…we all know what it really is.