Thank you lisaloo and latraviata for the holiday cards! Your paper-mounted good wishes are up on the mantle as I type.

The wimpy pop tart squeezes the radioactive tennis ball.

posted 12/9/02 11:23 am from the bus stop

Dreams of the Desert…It wasn’t too hot, traveling during twilight. Barefoot, I was walking a camel laden with goods to some distant destination. It was like walking on the beach.. My sweetheart was riding in front, scouting ahead and I had the tethers to both beasts in hand. I can still see her smile as she turned to me and confirmed that we were indeed heading in the proper direction. I don’t recall any other animals visible.. not a lizard on a rock or a fly in the air. The sun was low enough in the sky that everything was painted a shade of orange, and a sense of good feeling was in the air. There were a few palms (Dates? Coconuts? I don’t remember what sort) and an oasis with water rippling from a slight breeze.

Which desert was it? I’m not sure. It looked livable… not harsh or scrubby at all quite comforting, in fact. Maybe a good place to build a yurt… I would guess that the place we were heading would have ample supplies, and the kitty-boys would have plenty of room to run and play. I’m guessing they could chase more wakeful wildlife after the sun went all the way down.

On a completely different topic – Kitten “no hands” gallery

Well, with caravan thoughts on my mind, I’m off to work. Until later, dear journal.

I’ve got a good, and positive attitude… Thinking and reflecting on experience usually makes things work that way.

My gosh…has it been two months since my sweetheart’s birthday already? It’s hard to believe that it’s practically Christmas…after that my birthday will be along in no time!

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Nice Trip… got some nice stocking stuffers, and holiday cards.

Mayah was a fuss-budget when we were in the car, but as soon as we got out, she calmed down, and behaved nicely.

Newt likes some of the smells from Bath & Beyond… he went fro my wrist when I returned home.

Well, time now to start addressing…If you sent me you address before, and I didn’t email you yesterday… please resend me your address at scottobear@livejournal.com .

I lost my snail-mail master list. dagnabbit!

Getting together with Dave in a bit to go Christmas Shopping for a few hours… Toys R us, and a few other spots here and there. Who knows? Maybe I’ll get finished today after all.

I hope I get to talk to my sweetie tonight… been thinking about her quite a bit.

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I am mighty!

I got all my chores, (including laundry) done, and picked up the little kid-gifites that I wanted to take care of today!

It’s barely 10am!

*pounds chest*

I frittered today away…. I enjoyed a nice break.. rode the bike with the bro before sundown, and stayed in much of the rest of the day. I’m going to see if I can get my laundry all done, and have my happy butt back at the apartment before noon. (maybe even earlier, depending on when I get up).

Newt was remarkably affectionate…I think he really enjoys it when I stick around and give him lots of affection. I got him to purr-drool… no mean feat.

Anyone want a Rocking Horse Potty for Christmas?

Great minigolf game.

Man who claimed responsibility for ‘Bigfoot’ legend in America dies at 84 -via mskaren911

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I have made a note to myself the tomorrow is laundry day (morning) and I must take care of the rest of any prezzies that go into the mail (right after laundry, to be completed as soon as possible). I’m sitting on the fence over whether to get up and make myself a sandwich for lunch, or just skipping it because I’m feeling *that* lazy, and comfortable in my chair. I’m hungry enough, but sloth usually beats out my gluttony.

However, if Newt Merred for his food bowl to be refilled, or my sweetheart wanted me to make her some lunch (or even make a run to the drugstore) I’d be on it like white on rice. I prefer making loved ones happy and comfortable far above and beyond my own comfort. In fact, I get greater comfort doing services for them, I think.

I just realized that I forgot a banana at work. I wonder if it’ll keep until Monday?

I’m digging the mailman, today. Today, I got a wonderfully moist, delicious batch of cookie-bars won from the Sopranos “who’s gonna get whacked” test, and spiffy-keen fridge marble-magnets from zoe! The card that came with it is mighty nifty, and her mail-tag has the coolest Paul Reubens logo on it. 🙂 The Bars get thumbs up from the bro as well.

For some reason, ol’ chillcam is misbehaving again. dagnabbit!

A year ago… I got spooked, prep for bear vs. man-armor, Mexican vanilla, KPMG sucks, and police mug shots of a prostitute/junkie over a decade.

Two years ago… Globetrotters (Afro of holding), Myths of pearl harbor, , Sigmund and the sea monster, chaos postcards, two anonymous quotes that are outstandingly accurate in my belief.

Sakes, is it Pearl Harbor Day, already? Hey, no hard feelings.

Kev loaned me Alien vs. Predator 2… pretty neat, but tough. It’s fun and challenging to play the face hugger.

I was cruising www.promedmail.org (I think it’s almost as good a reference as the CDC, though in a different capacity) and found an article that grabbed my attention. Bushmeat is the euphemism used in English-speaking Africa for meat derived from wildlife. (Some sites prefer to use it for meat derived from primates.) The people on Promedmail are interested in bushmeat because it has been recognized as a definite means of human infection with zoonoses. Bushmeat is one of the conjectured routes for human infection with Simian Immuno-deficiency Virus (SIV), leading to the development of HIV. Recent reports also suggest that Ebola virus may make the jump to humans through bushmeat.

The maps of west nile virus outbreaks are interesting reading, too. (More maps of assorted plagues here, but you have to cut and pate the links…the HTML is broken.. they have anthrax, influenza, and assorted animal diseases)

1911 Encyclopedia Britannica online. interesting, but not fascinating.

Time for chores, I suppose… Hmmm… Maybe a nap. (Only a little sleep last night.)

During my journey between home and work, I’m tooling down Andrews Ave, going at a good clip. The weather’s nice and I have a healthy tailwind.

I scoot past a bench Just south of Oakland Park, and there is a clench of four fifteen- or sixteen-year-olds horsing around.

“Dude, I’m gonna jack your bike!” was bellowed out to me by a particularly rambunctious one…and then I ground to a halt, because I had arrived at the bus stop. Even before I dismounted, his friends could be quoted as saying “Oh, Shit… He’s going to Jack you, now!” and he was pleading in a sad little whine…”I’m sorry… sorry.. please…” I don’t think I have a mean face on… I smile, and say “No sweat… I’m just waiting for the bus, too. I’d be careful what I yell though.. there are a lot of psychos out there, y’know.” Looked genuinely frightened, and apologized about three more times, to which I replied each time “No problem, it’s cool”. His friends, to their credit, didn’t razz him too much, just sort of sat quietly during the ride.

I’m not *that* scary looking…he must’ve frightened himself more than I could. I hope my smile was taken as genuinely friendly, and not predatory. I think he was put at ease, some, but it was a quiet ride, considering there were so many teens aboard.

I wonder if he learned anything, or if he’ll do that sort of stunt again in the future. I feel that he won’t misbehave in that way again.

Fortunately, some of the “Little kids think I’m keeno” vibe at Mayah’s birthday party a while back stuck… I don’t like feeling like I’m just all about the intimidation.

Strange, scene-shifting dreams last night… Pretty, pleasant, and comforting.

Music makes my heart happy… Hearing one of our songs makes me think about my sweetheart and brings a smile to my face.

Santa’s Soldiers is a fun idea… I’d like to see it as a mod for a video game, but to keep the enemies on a par with Santa’s elves level…leave the humans out.

A classic from last year… the coolest Christmas present.

A(n?) LJer with 3 different accounts and over 700 friends has linked to me. Where does a person find the time to read *700* journals? I don’t think they do… it looks like yet another “trolling for reciprocal links” effort.

The Bro brought me a bottle of eggnog this morning…it’s weird seeing him awake at 8 am I took a sip, but it’s too rich, first thing in the day.

I noticed this morning that Newt’s too big to get under my dresser. Now… he bats bottle-rings (in this case, nog) and they seem to gravitate there. I’m going to have to go down there and see what else has gone AWOL into the Newt-free zone. I wonder how Blackie’s doing in the snow, and if he’s gotten any fatter for the winter months?

The object of Micheal Jackson Baby Drop (their spelling) is simple, but very weird. You are Adolph Hitler, and your mission is to catch babies dropped from windows by the Jackson family. Yeah. -Via Dave

Today’s Kitten Friday at work, to make up for no creature days the rest of the week…It’ll be neat to see how they’ve grown in a week, and to See Newt as gargantuan again when I get home. Sappho has a Maine Coon cat at home twice Newt’s size… he’s a beast, but a sweetheart. (She’s got three cats total at home, and they’re all adorable.)

Make a snowflake!