All my chores are done!
Bathroom clean, laundry done, groceries gotten, litter and Newt-foodles obtained, got my *full* security back from last landlord. *rocking*
There are advantages to just getting moving Saturday morn.
Yes, Men can fill it out too…
eminem as “Rap Man” in Without me cracks me up.
I’m having very restless sleep tonight. Woke and slept off and on every other hour or so. Too scattered to read or really write. I’ll try again in a moment.
I was wondering… all good Vessels deserve a name… The Batmobile. The USS Enterprise… The Titanic.
synched my palm, and found some assorted doodles…
Pondering lunch while I was fasting
(picture stolen smallvic, who stole it from phineas who stole it from jima. I don’t want to know what Jima was doing when he found this)
Hearing my sweetheart laugh is a wonderful, wonderful thing.
Fox’s “hidden camera” show is fantastic, too by the way.. if anything, it’s too short. They need to put on two-hour specials.
Relaxing now, unwinding before heading off to sleep.
Puttering around the web…
Licensed variants of Monopoly. In Monopoly, you buy properties and then charge people increasingly exorbitant amounts of money when they stay there. As board games go, it’s a workable metaphor. It doesn’t apply to everything though. I mean, you can’t build a hotel on Bulbasaur. It just doesn’t work.
True porn clerk stories… I wonder if christin can relate? This is an utterly fascinating journal about working in a porn shop. The author stays away from the usual “my wacky job” clichés, and instead writes with great humor and insight about not only the unusual customers and politics of renting porn, but also about the effects on herself, and how the experience has changed her. It’s a long set of entries, all remarkable and entertaining.
The Ace Doubles Paperback Image Library – ignore the ugly website design and savor the art of cheezy vintage paperbacks. Great illustrations, nifty titles, breathless story descriptions, crazy hand lettering … it’s all there.
nighty-night dear journal.
Random Scotto factoid – I don’t like to use two deodorants at the same time, if they’re different brands.
If I run out of right guard, in the middle of one pit, I’ll wash it again, before applying arid extra dry. Some sort of irrational fear of mixing the chemicals, like mixing bleach and dishwashing detergents, even though I don’t think either can contains ammonia or mild acids. a secondary concern is having the scents mixed. Mind you, I don’t mind having cologne and deodorant on at the same time (he says, applying patchouli)
Also, this is an excuse to try out my “Newton through the wheel of time” icon… photos cycle backwards over three apartments, from the year 2002 back to 2000. (I should apply some baby piccies at the very end.)
Well, off to work for real, now. *Waves bye-bye*
I dreamt last night that I was spelunking, and found a big, open cave with an underground river, full of blind, albino/transparent crayfish. I was up with the sun this morning…and opted to run around the house with Newtie in the A/C rather than riding up to the beach…so sue me. 🙂 I like to play with the baby, y’know.
Note to self… need more cat-sand and cat-food by Saturday night.
Holding off on the epidural for a while… that’s a good thing. My back is Jim-dandy right now, anyhow.
N Arr… I be a pi-r8. N With me faithful orange-parrot-cat I be a downloadin’ like a fool, I be. got some spiffy new toys to investigate… most of it flashy-stuff, just to teach myself more when I get more time. I also have a good line on a new plot for a short story, I think.
Ooh… the anagram server is nifty. scottobear can be rearranged quite a few ways, with a minimum of effort. I especially like “Boca’s Otter”, “Tote Cobras”, “Cat Booster”, “Taboo Crest” and “Reboot Scat”
Well, off to the showers… then to work! Be home tonight, dear journal.
hee…
playing with local.yahoo.com… “find all the coffee houses within a mile of me”
results – the last number is distance in miles.
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.