Thank you zoe for the holiday fudge, and Newt *loves* his little fuzzy dinosaur…the perfect size. We’re playing fetch with it right now!

Zen stories to tell your neighbors

Zombie Jamboree
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First phrase heard after waking – “Everybody loves mass-produced cream-filled pastries!” – Dan Ackroyd in Caddyshack 2. (It’s been since switched back off)

Fell back asleep shortly after waking up, and slept another 4 hours. Newt was good enough to not patty-pat my face until about 8:30, so I think I have enough rest under my belt. I recall bits and fragments of the dreams from that time. Baked Alaska? I’ve not had that in ages. There was a large library, and there was a baked alaska on a table in the middle. I’m not sure if people were there… I don’t remember talking to any, or running from any (the two main things I do with most folks in dreams) though there was some sort of problem with the room… a gas leak or electrical trouble.

The Balloonhats project: two balloon-hat making photographers who toured the world, convincing strangers to wear balloon hats and pose for photos.

Anyhow… off to catch a bus. until later, dear journal.

P.S. Hey! It’s Friday the thirteenth! That Calls for a song!

Yikes. It was a nightmare of some sort. I knew it. Frightening enough to wake me from a sound sleep, and jarring enough that I don’t remember a moment of it.

back to bed.

I saw something tonight that’s going to give me dreams.. or maybe nightmares.. I wonder what.

What element of today’s journey through the hours is going to play back in my sleep theatre?

mskaren911 gave me some games on CD today… Serious Sam and house of the dead 2… Killin’ Zombies. It was nice of her… she knows I dig stuff similar to that.

Well, I have a windows update here.. time to reboot and see what happens. Night night, dear journal.

Visual basic – Creation

Froogle… Google shopping. hmm. oh, this is evil. I could be made to spend a lot of money with only a little prodding.

Thank you for the beautiful homemade card, sholanda! The Sticker is still pine-y fragrant, too!

Monkeys prefer gender specific toys – Researchers at the University of London gave a bunch of toys to some monkeys. The boy monkeys played with boy toys, and the girl monkeys played with girl toys.

Hmm… your own genitals as a refrigerator magnet… or as soap!

Ok… everyone on my friend’s list that’s sick… get better, already. My sweetie’s doing well now, thank goodness.

Cheddar Chex mix, while normally tasty and delicious, is a poor choice for a snack first thing in the morning, especially right after brushing one’s teeth. Bleh.

Newt’s sleeping with his paws up on the wall. I’ve never seen him do that before.

He was awake just a moment ago.

Very nifty-named hot sauces. thanks, Dave!

Neon Genesis test

I rode the bike all the way home tonight, and I made better time than the bus. (Or at least equal.) I maintained an average speed of about 15 mph for the 7ish miles home, stopped at 7-11 for a bottle of water and some treats for my bro, and myself… and still got in the house by 9pm.

Joe Ostezewski (or was it Joe Ostaszewski?) at the 7-11 on the way home from work today. I knew him in my freshman / sophomore year in high school, before he became some kind of football guy for FSU. He recognized me before I recognized him. I’d say he’s put on quite a little weight since I saw him last, but he still looks healthy and happy. He was driving an SUV, but there were no other people in the car. I’ll write about the Ostazewski twins and my teaching them how to use the crappy “color computer II” (how’s that for dating myself?) for word processing a homework report, while I felt so smug to myself about having an Atari 800 at home with all the stuff shown here and a fidonet hub. I

Thank you cath555 for the card! 🙂

I’m happy that I’ve got wave one of my holiday cards out… another batch and I’ll have ’em done.

I’m unwinding now… painting tiny cemetery stone walls with the following scheme- chaos black, heavy dry brush – codex gray, light dry brush- fortress gray, highlights 50% skull white – 50% fortress gray. Turning out better than the reddish-rust ‘natural stone’ of the ruins I’ve been putting together over the last week or so.

Monkey Weiner pendant. I can see those catching on in the more flamboyant parts of town. see also the donkey parking sign

I’ve been hearing a lot more swearing lately in my travels. The C-word… rhymes with punt. The N-Word, Rhymes with bigger. Does every letter of the alphabet have a nasty word associated with it? I know there’s an F-word and cheap commitment hating-comedians call Marriage the M-word.

Is there a K-word? An I-Word? I’d like the official L-word to be Llama. Not because it’s a curse word, but it’s got two L’s in it, and it’s more cool (just a bit) than Lloyd, and they’re cute as the dickens.

Slept deeply last night, recovering charge…the dreams seem distant, even up on awakening… I couldn’t recall them enough to note them by the side of my bed.

I’m thinking about my sweetheart this morning, sending her thoughts of comfort and peace. She deserves to be bathed in starlight, cocooned in a gentle wrapping of blankets and held close in my arms as she drifts to a deep, pleasant sleep… and then awakening refreshed and clear so that we can frolic. I want to share with her my strength and huge degree of care.

I’m contemplating having holiday oranges… with a little vanilla yogurt and walnuts… a meme introduced to me about two years ago by bookfoole and sweetalyssm (Bookfoole had the oranges and walnuts…Sweetalyssm had the stroke of decadent genius to add the yogurt.)

My gosh, Christmas is in two weeks. I’ve got to get the rest of my goodies in the mail. I’m going to bring my cards to work, I think.

*Sending healing & huggo vibes to my sweetheart… She’s got a pesky winter virus. Don’t confuse the tea set with the neti pot!

Hurricane season is over, but last night was the most torrential rain I’ve seen all year.

I’m going to try this. – Virtual crop circles Land art created by traveling around with a GPS to make giant drawings… some are most excellent.

I’m thinking about getting one of these for my brother’s Christmas prezzie. (Bro, if you’re reading this, don’t click the link… it’s not for sure yet, and it’s a secret) Hooray for lindows!

Well, off the machine, and into a good book. Happy dreams, dear journal.

Four Radioactive rubber monsters agree. The earth is lovely when it glows green in the sky. They like Sock Monkey.

It looks like picture trail is going to dissolve my free hosting of my old palm pics and a few other images, because I won’t buy an account. I logged in, and downloaded the pictures for rehosting elsewhere… there are about 60 of ’em, so what’ll probably happen is that as I look back over time, I’ll upload and replace the old links If I catch them. I’m glad that I have a few other sources, now. Plenty of room on my current host, and I think that one day in the future, I’ll have a static number for my home system, so I can just host from the hard drive, and not sweat these other host-toasties.

I’d like to stay home today, but my work ethic forbids it.

It amazes me that I can have so many feelings in my emotional palate, and yet each one feels distinct at the same time. Happy, concerned, hopeful, curious, thoughtful, irritated and loving all bubble on the brew that is my mind. How can you be joyous and irritated at the same time? That’s not really the term “bittersweet”. More like jalapeno-chocolate…it tastes good, but maybe not something you’d ask for. Each bubble, a different color, never mixing with the others, but swirling so close that the lines that separate can be hard to see, unless you look close enough to dye your nose. Different feelings bubble to the surface, splashing open, and covering some of the others, only to be covered themselves by the next bubble. I’m pleased that the base broth of the mental stew is of love, hope and strength. I understand that even the more harsh feelings can add some flavor to an otherwise possibly over-mellow blend. In the old days, they thought humors controlled temperament… The four primary humors being blood, phlegm, choler (yellow bile) and melancholy (black bile) would signify patterns of speech, behavior and other qualities that predominate in a human being. That’s where we get the terms Choleric (ego/blood), sanguine (nervous system), phlegmatic (etheric or life body), and melancholic (physical body).

Must research – ah, here.

Burton’s Anatomy of Melancholy , describes the four humors: (see also here)

“Blood, a hot, sweet, tempered, red humor, prepared in the meseraic veins, and made of the most temperate parts of the chylus (chyle) in the liver, whose office it is to nourish the whole body, to give it strength and color, being dispersed through every part of it. And from it spirits are first begotten in the heart, which afterwards in the arteries are communicated to the other parts.

“Pituita, or phlegm is a cold and moist humor, begotten of the colder parts of the chylus (or white juice coming out of the meat digested in the stomach) in the liver. His office is to nourish and moisten the members of the body.

“Choler is hot and dry, begotten of the hotter parts of the chylus, and gathered to the gall. It helps the natural heat and senses.

“Melancholy, cold and dry, thick, black and sour, begotten of the more feculent part of nourishment, and purged from the spleen, is a bridle to the other two humors, blood and choler, preserving them in the blood, and nourishing the bones.

“An exact balance of the four primary humors makes the justly constituted man, and allows for the undisturbed production of the concoctions or processes of digestion and assimilation.”

The word feculent is *awesome*. Use it today, won’t you?

Shirt and skivvies that were hanging from last night’s torrent are dry enough to toss in the hamper… Khakis, however, need more hang time, and my birks are still waterlogged. I’m going to have to wear the ancient ones to work today instead. Note to self, don’t forget the rain gear again, though it was cool and refreshing, arriving that way at work would be a perhaps too much. Ew, just discovered that my folding money is soaked. I’m glad I have a Zip-lock baggie for the camera and palmtop, for just such events.

Some morning linkitude-
I need to get more Turkish movies. Star Trek?,star wars, wizard of oz

Jane Goodall thinks a bigfoot breed may exist.

A year ago, Bear vs. armor, foofraw, tic tacs falling from my mouth, Mayah pics

two years ago, nifty links, Fidel Castro’s John Lennon statue, and life’s perfectly swell.

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.