going out tomorrow (hopefully with the bro) to PPF to pick up my copy of UA2, and maybe bicycle down the beach.
I’m going to look for a few books… “people of” series, and for, “Treasury of Fantastic and Mythological Creatures” compiled by Richard Huber. The book should be in the art section. It’s well over 1,000 line drawings of critters from nearly every period of human evolution: Babylonian, Pre-Columbian, Asian, Medieval Europe(Including Heironymous Bosch), etc. And some comic digests for around the computer lab. 🙂
maybe also to sawgrass to do some giftie shopping.
The moon is full tonight and very nice lookin’!
We will also be able to see the International Space Station with the naked eye between now and mid-August. Neat.
Oh, the humanity… bear-lynching… there ought to be a law, I say!
Blind German psychic Ulf Buck feels the buttocks of a client during a session in his study room in the northern German village of Meldorf near Hamburg July 15, 2002. Clairvoyant Buck claims that people’s backsides display lines like those on the palm of the hand, which can be read to reveal much about their character and destiny.
No. Really. There’s a picture and everything. I’m surprised it’s not in the “most viewed” yet, but it will be. It is number one in most emailed.
It isn’t her cup size or complexion, though she is ample and lily-white. Oh, she is quite pretty. She is visually stunning, in fact. Seeing her in a flowing skirt and a Indian-fabric blouse is surely a wonder. Her hair is a delightful tangle of red cascading down her neck and shoulders, a strand of silver here and there, if not hidden by the salon. Her mouth is wide, the lips full, her dark eyes clear and intense. Her face is washed by sorrow and joy, like a stone made smooth by water. Compassion, it says. There is her beauty. The way she holds herself, the way her eyes move, effortlessly, without a trace of affectation or cruelty, everything about her won me. Hers is the secret face I put myself to sleep by.
Hmm… reading James Ellroy’s “LA Quartet” Black Dahlia, The Big Nowhere, L.A. Confidential, and White Jazz… so far, it’s certainly his best work. (Reading Nowhere now… I’m glad that I took Robin’s Recommendation… I initially didn’t want to read them, because his later books are really kinetic, written in a telegraphic style that can go for paragraphs, pages, without a complete sentence. (“12:45. Buzz McCall on the Simmons roust. Goose egg on McKibben. Nothing yet from that lazy fat fuck in Ballistics. Hit the street and out to the Valley to brace the shine at his fuck pad.” Etc… I’ve seen people’s journals here written on the same level. bleh.)
Occasionally I got the giggles when reading in that format, which I don’t think is what he had in mind. That said, Dudley Smith is one scary guy. I’d cross the street if I knew he was coming, not that it would help.
Other things I’m currently stumbling over…Pennsylvania Dutch Hex signs.
Crank yankers mostly sucks. (one good skit, four lame ones.) I hope that lame show gets replaced by something worthy of the timeslot.
I’m impressed at how funny south park was tonight, though.
please don’t worry about nt7… Yesterday morning the probability that it would collide with the Earth was one in 60,000. But by the end of the day, when a new set of observations had come in, the odds against a collision had risen to one in 75,000.
in happier news… the Fortean Times website is back online.. ahh… how I’ve missed it.
