the powerpuff girls movie is rated PG?

Rated PG for non-stop frenetic animated action.

hmm… I do like being able to see why films are rated the way they are.

bob marley’s life is fascinating… I have to ask dale about some of the places in jamacia. 🙂

at ten tonight I’m going to forage for a little dinner-nibble, unless I get to gab with mah sweetie… shared pizza with my bro at about 5… I only had two slices, though, so I’ve got the hungries again. The fridge has a 2 liter of coke, a 2-liter of water, about 4 bites of chinese food from last nights dinner (General tso’s tofu…. good stuff!)and a cold-pack in it.. I have plenty to eat in the cupboard, though. I just feel too lazy to open cans or packets. I’m of a mind to meander a little.,

hmm.. if I was on the floor, unable to move… newt would be a comfort, but not good at getting help.

I just did a drill… lay on the floor, moan, and say “ugh! Newt! I’m down! get help, boy!”

unlike lassie… He curled up at my ear and gave me kitty-kisses.

so much for teaching him how to hit 911 on the speed-dial.

well, at least I’ll have snuggles. 🙂

things to get the landlord to take care of –

check for roof leaks.. possibly a suspect place in the walk in closet.
repair/replace screen in bathroom

all told, not too bad for a building that was put together in the 30s.

the morning came with a soft rain this morning… waking up in the same bed in a new place.

Newt dealt well with the first night… alternating between laying with me and hopping around the room, settling atop the TV or the windowsills.

here’s the latest newtcam piccie – I may need to make some new icons… my peace and newt ina circle are from no-nose’s… the others are from the last place. I should update. 🙂

ahh… nicer night. got to talk with my sweetie, and the bro is right next door.

everything is hooked up, save for DSL, and that should be here on Monday.

I went to faith farm, and got a lovely new bed for a pittance, as well as a nice dresser. Much better deals than target or salvation army.

My beloved reminded me of the Neutered-Newt blessing of him not spraying his new territory… settling in like a real trouper, in fact. He’s been nosing around all day, and is now slacking by my side in bed.


All the dust… little pieces of me and Newt, swirling around as I navigate my almost totally packed apartment, form places that have been hidden for only a year.

Time for a shower, and then a continuance.

9:30 tomorrow morning, the Scotto-squad arrives to help me tote that barge.

Nice night of sleepies.

Newt is smarter than a monkey… he knows that the moon is in the sky, not it’s reflection in a body of water. But he still prefers to drink from the basin where I wash my face and brush my teeth to the water-bowl by his food.

Payday! How wonderful to have my coffers refilled!

a long overdue moment of Zen:

In quiescence I hear the
Cinnamon blossoms fall.
When night comes,
The Spring mountains are silent.
Suddenly the moon appears
From behind the clouds
And startles the young birds;
By the mountain stream they chirp and chirp.

– Wang Wei (701-761)

and your moment of poop.

My political compass – (wow.. a few years ago, the eye for an eye question I’d have strongly agreed to, now I disagree strongly.)

Economic Left/Right: -2.62
Authoritarian/Libertarian: -3.18

Well, I fall into the same quadrant as Ghandi, but I’m not as economically communist (state-planned economy isn’t my thing), so I guess that’s not bad. some similar minded authors.

Danny’ll be along in a bit for breakfast, so it’s off to the showers, dear journal.

transcribed via electronic post, and etched here for future reference by any who care to view. Last of June, Twenty and Aught-two.

Dear Journal… Magonia is no longer a place for my dispatches shall rise from, save for the occasional visit to a kiosk at the Necropoliptic market, should I need to visit. I do not foresee several travels there, if any at all.

Indeed, as of the end of this week, my person, belongings, and hangers-on have instead tarried to a new village many footfalls to the South; similar but not identical to my previous domain, this new place also has a wine-dark sea beneath a boiling orange sunset come the change from day to night. It also has many travelers upon man-made water roads, journeying at all hours of day and night, some in the form of taxis, others bearing cargo between assorted ports, and the bulk being personal pleasure and business-craft.

This transfer of location occurred quickly, nary a score’s day notification before it came to my attention that the former landowner sold his boarding-house to a new proprietor. This fresh creature, crab-faced and beetle-browed, displayed to me (in no uncertain terms) a wish for a far higher monthly tithe for the same space my bed occupied for nearly a year prior. I balked not so much at the increase in cost but more at the style by which this mannerless boor sought to bring things about. Being interrupted at all hours, being uprooted and awakened for no reason save for a complete
lack of courtesy and good neighborliness all in a matter of a week was cause enough to start investigations of another habitat for me and mine.

As a matter of coincidence, during a visit with my only blood sibling, I had the singular good fortune to discover that his region was fertile with locations to pitch one’s tent. In fact, a space was available just two doors down from him. Slightly smaller than the place previous, the floor plan is more open, and still quite a bit bigger than the place I was leasing from the noseless gunman a year ago. My only other immediate neighbor is a young girl from the Far east… one of the large island nations, I believe. I’ve not met her yet, but I’m told that she is quiet and unobtrusive… my preference for the one who shares a wall with me.

Regarding the building itself, it has been there since before my father’s birth, and possibly since his father’s youth. That it has remained standing with little interior change all this time is a testament to the durability of its structure and placement. There are many old trees surrounding the place, serving a multiple purpose as landscape, privacy and scout-housing for a local raccoon. I wonder at what lives might’ve been lived there before my arrival… I know of a few recent ones, but those are tales for another time. Suffice to say that there has certainly been a good deal of life lived inside those walls.

I wonder at what sleeping there that first night will be like, making that place my own, shaping it to my design. Soon, with the arrival of furniture, new traffic patterns will emerge. There will be places I prefer to think and read, warm spots where life of one sort of another will linger on, cool spots where perhaps no being may tread for a year or more. More personal scents will rise from the rooms… the days’ toil swept off by fragrant steam, cooking food, and some of the burning oils and herbs whose perfumes that I’m partial to for use in meditation. I feel that little time will be required to make my footprint the prevailing one.

I’ve barely commenced a personal cartography of the area… a large yellow foolscap, upon which I will draw my movements and discoveries when I return home from whatever adventure the day has brought. It is a simple thing, at the moment… a nearly blank slate, but I look forward to a ramble along the canals and parks. I suspect that my first tracings on the map will be travels to the canals mentioned earlier, and the village tradesmen along them. I hear of an excellent supplier of rare books there, and I wish to see what the local merchants have to offer. I’m not one for frequenting taverns,
but perhaps a sampling of the local brews will give me an idea of how the populace might view a newcomer like myself, too. On my many visits, it’s seemed a friendly enough place, so I don’t have any misgivings about being a stranger in a strange land. I wonder how many places that there will be to sit and call for a pint or a dram, perhaps play cards or discuss the topics of the day.

Much discovery is ahead of me.

I got my phone, DSL and power switched over without a hitch… I have a new phone number now, because I located to a different exchange…but it’s a simple one to remember and it’s a nice pattern on the keypad. I have to get change of address forms at the post office tomorrow morning, and phase two will be complete. All that’ll remain is getting my stuff moved, and my security deposit back.

Breakfast with Danny tomorrow morning… I’ll get to hear how the wedding went today, and if he suffered through dancing or stood up to peer pressure and told them about his torn ligament. I hope he made a point of being strong, and abstained from hurting himself. I think we’ll hit Mack’s Groves, just because I won’t be visiting there unless I have business in the region from now on. I think that the new place will probably be the Floridian diner or one of the little places on Los Olas… or we’ll hit the Starlight Diner, because it’s close to where I work.

I gave him Kathy Wu’s phone number… I wonder if they’ll communicate much? I suspect not, just because Danny’s schedule is so hectic with what’s going on between his dad, his leg, summer classes, and assorted whatnot.

His Dad is released today from the hospital.. it sounds like he’s on the mend nicely from his Whipple Procedure.

Kevin is back from the doctor today… He’s been prescribed “Stress pills”… he says that he’s not been consciously feeling it, but the body certainly has been roughing him up.

I’d been hoping to have the 5th off as well as the 4th, but it looks like that might not happen. Perhaps a half-day, because things will be slow. I’ll be happy if I can get home by 6, instead of 9.

Anyone who wants my new snail mail address can email me (or reply here) and I’ll send it to you.

off to work a trifle early, just to get al my ducks in a row with utilities.

until later, dear journal!