hee…
playing with local.yahoo.com… “find all the coffee houses within a mile of me”
results – the last number is distance in miles.
Monthly Archives: July 2002
Protected: from plastic…
Check out GM’s new experimental car. Electric power. Motors in each wheel. Configurable body. This looks so much like Car Wars it isn’t even funny. They’re not showing weapon mountings, though . . . yet.
Back from the lab.. What a bucket of hassle that was! I had to wait two hours to take a five hour exam.. Draw blood, wait a half hour, draw blood, wait a half hour, draw blood, wait an hour, ad infenitem until about 2. Caught the bus to the drugstore, picked up my scrips for the back, and am now, finally, at home.
Newt seems delighted to see me, so I’m off to play with him for a bit, and maybe have a nap.
Until later, dear journal!
Oh, launch.yahoo.com can be reached at just launch.com, too.
Going to the lab this morning at 7:30…
I think that afterwards, I’m going back home to lie down! Sakes… I’m going to be fried about 2pm, otherwise.
Hey, look! It’s the Joy Machine! I want one for under my house!
Actually, I’m already pretty beat. *creeeak* Fresh from the shower, steam knocked me out.
Hmm… angry corn ghosts burning police cars... There’s a story there, somewhere.
Two Sheriffs Deputies park their cruisers and enter a cornfield looking for marijuana plants. They find some, then notice some smoke rising in the distance. When they investigate the smoke, they find their cruisers engulfed in flames.
Since they came to a cornfield on a dirt road, they looked for a dust cloud to see if anyone had recently driven by. There wasn’t one.
That can surely be spun off into something.
http://216.248.200.215/princesssultanascircle/home.htm
horrid!
http://www.ummah.net/
informational.- http://www.ummah.net/family/
note to self, follow up on both in depth. get the books.
nigh night.
I’m going to spread a completely false rumor –
Jane Austen didn’t do drugs, but recent scholarship indicates that she was into autoerotic asphyxiation.
Ponch and Jon are chasing two guys that have a pickup truck mounted laser. Jon is on horseback, and Ponch is dressed as a cowboy, and has George “goober” Lindsey in the passenger seat.
It’s not a dream, it’s on TNT.
Roman holiday (RO-muhn HOL-i-day) noun
An entertainment event where pleasure is derived from watching gore and barbarism.
[From the gladiatorial contests held in ancient Rome.]
palm sketches drawn on the bus
What I think of when I see a sailboat.
a not very to scale floor plan of my apartment.
nighty night, dear journal.
One of my bro’s sponsors (viper fins) renewed him…now he needs a boogie board sponsor again, maybe tundra?
This morning I dropped my old apartment keys to the landlord there…getting the full security back by this weekend…. “the check is in the mail”. $525.. That’s like found money. I was expecting her to write me a check when I got there, it was pretty much implied… but she claimed that her checkbook was at home, and that I could come by tomorrow and get it, or have her mail it. I asked her to please mail it, so I wouldn’t have to drive out of my way again.
I’m giving it by Saturday to make it to my hot little hands, before I start checking on it more intensely.
This bicycling deal is working out surprisingly well for my upper-body strength…I can feel it in my arms already. Enforced posture is a good thing.
I went by the police station today, and registered my bike… I now have a little red sticker with an ID number and state of Florida logo embossed in reflective white just above my tail light. I also discovered the serial number for my bike is visible only if you flip the thing upside down.
Now I have to put some other stickers on there… maybe that “hand caught in chain” crush hazard by the gears. 🙂
Got the meeting with bonbon worked out… I imagine more project requests will come from her in the near future… putting it off “indefinitely” until it has all the parts she wants.
Tomorrow is a visit to the doc’s .. follow-up on my back, and general checkup. I have a good feeling about that.
punquin just found this post… it’s only well over two years old. 🙂 I think it was one of the first “get to know me” memes to circulate around the LJs. It’s interesting… not all of those items are true anymore, but *most* are.
Newt’s taken to curling up in the bathroom sink…it’s just the right depth and radius to hold him in a little bowl-hug. The downside is that he’s such a sweetie that it’s difficult for me to kick him out of there, should I decide to brush my teeth or shave. The solution? Do dental prep, first. as soon as I open the toothpaste tube, he’s pretty much awake and in my face, looking for mint, so then I can turn on the water without over-moistening the little boy.
Thinking good thoughts for my sweetheart. Finding a happy place for us.
Mind’s eye focusing on us on the shore, drinking cool drinks on a hot day, resting in the shade under a tall tree. There’s a soft breeze, and the sounds of the water are faint, but not too far off. In the distance is a silver veil shunting off a corner of the sky, marking an opened rain cloud. If you watch long enough, you can see lightning streak through like an errant white thread being tugged at blinding speed through the knitted gray cotton.
We’re eating a batch of cookies that she made. Chocolate chip with walnuts. Her head is resting on the crook of my crossed legs, drowsing comfortably as I massage her scalp. I’m sitting with my back against the tree; on other side, the tire-swing is creaking slightly, the firestone gently turning in the breeze. Down on the sand, a black cat chases sandpipers just outside the wake of the water. He’s toying with them now, just honing his skills for a future meal.
I’m taking solace in her calm and comfort.