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Cheated a bit on my morning bike ride. I rode up to Denny’s for some potato pancakes, applesauce and orange juice. Much cheaper than my old stomping grounds of IHOP or the groves… quality of the potato pancakes was higher, the OJ, lower. Suffice to say that it was tasty and probably outstripped any calories burned off by cycling. It was a pretty morning, cloudy with a slight breeze… early enough that the temperature was reasonable…(I’d guess low 80s).

Speaking of the groves, it looks like it’s been part of a scandal, with the Mayor. Hmm… well, I’m not in Pompano anymore. A complete list of the Mayor’s “Political Mess” articles.

Enough of that, time for a morning haiku.

breakfast Wednesday morn
applesauce and fried taters
Newt had some kibble.

Roman Clothing. “…The toga was the national garment of Rome; in the Aeneid, Virgil has the god Jupiter characterize the Romans as ‘masters of the earth, the race that wears the toga’ (1.282). Only male citizens were allowed to wear the toga. It was made of a large woolen cloth cut with both straight and rounded edges; it was not sewn or pinned but rather draped carefully over the body on top of the tunic. Over time, the size and manner of draping the toga became more elaborate.”

Speaking of Rome…

pollex (POL-eks) noun, plural pollices

The thumb.

[From Latin.]

Hallux is the equivalent term for the big toe.

I wonder if it’s related to Pollux?… Heck, is Castor related to Castration? (He was the god of horsemanship)

I’ve been getting some spam at my LiveJournal email address, lately. My filters pick it up, and cast it off, but I’ve just noticed that the folder has been getting chubby faster, lately.

More haiku

kibble moves quickly
a moment ago a meal
now a tootsie roll

sifting shovel digs
biting deeply into sand
Newt should learn to flush

b-boy is doing better… I’m glad.

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Got the LL… he says it’ll be 20-25 minutes.

He couldn’t bother to call, apparently. Not once in the many hours late that he’s running.

I’m calling it a day. By the time I make it into work, it’ll be time for me to head out. Unless Kev says that I must come in, I’m going to stay here.

Looking forward to getting the stuff I won on ebay… he got his paypal on Thursday, so I’m hoping he mailed the stuff out on Friday or Saturday. If I don’t see my goodies by the end of the week, I’ll write a little note and remind him. (Nice thing about paypal is that it’s like using a credit card… you can hammer scammers.) He seems like a good guy, though… 588 unique positives, 9 neutrals, and 7 negatives.

Phew… I now know what this apartment is lacking… Ceiling fans! I’m going to have to pick up a box fan I think.

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Why drug dealers shouldn’t call 1-900 numbers.

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oh, Miss Cleo… you’re in trouble again.

Sakes. I’m still waiting here… landlord is away from his phone. I was supposed to be at work an hour ago. Work knows that I’m running late, so all should be ok. People that don’t stick to the schedule that hey themselves set is a pet peeve of mine. Fortunately, all my bases are covered at work right now. Nobody’s out, and my project is ahead of schedule.

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That went pretty well, but not what I was looking for. Home, and swapping out to sandals. Ugh. Pod doesn’t like covers on his root-system.

Landlord just took my A/C unit, and will be returning with it, or a replacement shortly. He’d better boogie, I have to get off to work.

supermanatee!

Giant grasshoppers rampage in Florida. Experts advise hitting them with a 2 x 4.

I’ve never encountered them, however I would like to see what a grasshopper sneer looks like.

I’m tired of pushing the man down the stairs, but I’m going to hang onto the program.

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Well, I’m off to my morning appointment before work. I hope that it’s worth my time. I think it will be, even if it’s just as learning and getting the ball-rolling sort of experience… I need to get a feel for it again.

One of my rules of thumb is to not borrow trouble…plenty will find me on its own.

I was talking with my sweetie about Stonehenge the other night… and through one thing and another, I’ve found the Megalithic Album Cover Collection. The Stone Pages have photos of nearly 500 different archaeological sites with stone monuments.

I’m off. See you tonight, if not sooner, dear journal.

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before I hit the sack… silly searches that found me.

holographic Florida sunglasses Lauderdale
bob dorough gay
pumpernickel bread receipt
cat elephant meadow carpet blog
blue cross blue shield editorial cartoon -tobacco
gta3 skin sex
headhunter code to pass gas station

g’nite, dear journal. think good thoughts for my feline friends, and their caregivers.

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Worried about b-boy, and my sweetie… He was to go back to the doctor today… I hope he’s doing ok…my brother’s doing all right, except that his voice sounds a little froggy.

I got my yellow cake with chocolate icing! weirdly, psychically, mom made one, and split it between her young. it was pretty darn good… had a hint of orange zest in it.

Some interesting reading on Hurricane Andrew – 10yrs later I was working at the Boynton Beach Library, and our roof caved in… we had some advance warning, so the stacks were all covered with black plastic, and the pages would get books for people with flashlights in hand. a family of mice were found afterwards, and set free… a scorpion mommy with babies on her back drowned in a slippery plastic pool.

There were whole neighborhoods that were flattened… I am proud to say that many people pulled together to distribute care packages and help those that were left homeless. That’s the closest I’ve ever been to seeing a war zone. Boats, several blocks inland… houses stomped totally flat, the roof thrown into another neighborhood. It seems like a lifetime ago… I was at FAU, playing D&D with Brent and Steve, crushing on Jane, Pam and/or Charlotte at any given time. Those days are so far gone.

http://www.miami.com/images/miami/miami/3884/15088200988.jpg

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some choice sound bites from the reparations experts., found at this well-written entry.

I certainly agree with –

“And given the hate-filled, divisive rhetoric espoused at Saturday’s rally (none of which is new), I strongly oppose the reparations movement, as it only serves to salt the wounds of division between blacks and whites in America as opposed to healing them. Such divisiveness must be opposed, and to hell with those who are bent on keeping blacks shackled to a blinding mindset of hate and supremacy in the misguided quest for another government handout.

Yes, slavery is a blemish upon this country that will never be erased nor denied. No sum of money will ever make it disappear or change the course of history. The anger and rage being fomented for reparations would best be applied to confronting present-day black-on-black slavery taking place in African nations such as Sudan and Mauritania, or pressuring the Arab world to free their slaves.

Today, black Americans are free. We are free to come and go as we please, live where we want, be educated in the schools and colleges of our own choosing, and excel as high as we want to in any profession that we choose. The only limitations out there are the ones we set for ourselves.

Blacks are leaders in academia, government, industry, the arts, entertainment, science, medicine, and athletics. To paraphrase James Brown, the successful ones didn’t wait for anyone to give them anything. They took advantage of open doors (or opened those doors on their own initiative) and got it for themselves. It would be a slap in the face to many of those who sacrificed, worked hard, and overcame the odds to suggest that shaking down the government some more would have cured the ills of the past.”

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Next time I go to the store, I’m going to get some cake mix. I’m in the mood for yellow cake with chocolate frosting.

Or cupcakes.

holy cow… tarpo put me on to this.. very addictive. Something therapeutic about pushing a stick man down stairs. the camera angles are evil!

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