Ponch and Jon are chasing two guys that have a pickup truck mounted laser. Jon is on horseback, and Ponch is dressed as a cowboy, and has George “goober” Lindsey in the passenger seat.
It’s not a dream, it’s on TNT.
Roman holiday (RO-muhn HOL-i-day) noun
An entertainment event where pleasure is derived from watching gore and barbarism.
[From the gladiatorial contests held in ancient Rome.]
What I think of when I see a sailboat.
a not very to scale floor plan of my apartment.
nighty night, dear journal.
One of my bro’s sponsors (viper fins) renewed him…now he needs a boogie board sponsor again, maybe tundra?
This morning I dropped my old apartment keys to the landlord there…getting the full security back by this weekend…. “the check is in the mail”. $525.. That’s like found money. I was expecting her to write me a check when I got there, it was pretty much implied… but she claimed that her checkbook was at home, and that I could come by tomorrow and get it, or have her mail it. I asked her to please mail it, so I wouldn’t have to drive out of my way again.
I’m giving it by Saturday to make it to my hot little hands, before I start checking on it more intensely.
This bicycling deal is working out surprisingly well for my upper-body strength…I can feel it in my arms already. Enforced posture is a good thing.
I went by the police station today, and registered my bike… I now have a little red sticker with an ID number and state of Florida logo embossed in reflective white just above my tail light. I also discovered the serial number for my bike is visible only if you flip the thing upside down.
Now I have to put some other stickers on there… maybe that “hand caught in chain” crush hazard by the gears. 🙂
Got the meeting with bonbon worked out… I imagine more project requests will come from her in the near future… putting it off “indefinitely” until it has all the parts she wants.
Tomorrow is a visit to the doc’s .. follow-up on my back, and general checkup. I have a good feeling about that.
punquin just found this post… it’s only well over two years old. 🙂 I think it was one of the first “get to know me” memes to circulate around the LJs. It’s interesting… not all of those items are true anymore, but *most* are.
Newt’s taken to curling up in the bathroom sink…it’s just the right depth and radius to hold him in a little bowl-hug. The downside is that he’s such a sweetie that it’s difficult for me to kick him out of there, should I decide to brush my teeth or shave. The solution? Do dental prep, first. as soon as I open the toothpaste tube, he’s pretty much awake and in my face, looking for mint, so then I can turn on the water without over-moistening the little boy.
Thinking good thoughts for my sweetheart. Finding a happy place for us.
Mind’s eye focusing on us on the shore, drinking cool drinks on a hot day, resting in the shade under a tall tree. There’s a soft breeze, and the sounds of the water are faint, but not too far off. In the distance is a silver veil shunting off a corner of the sky, marking an opened rain cloud. If you watch long enough, you can see lightning streak through like an errant white thread being tugged at blinding speed through the knitted gray cotton.
We’re eating a batch of cookies that she made. Chocolate chip with walnuts. Her head is resting on the crook of my crossed legs, drowsing comfortably as I massage her scalp. I’m sitting with my back against the tree; on other side, the tire-swing is creaking slightly, the firestone gently turning in the breeze. Down on the sand, a black cat chases sandpipers just outside the wake of the water. He’s toying with them now, just honing his skills for a future meal.
I’m taking solace in her calm and comfort.
Dream last night… Ray, (someone I’ve not heard from in years) , was working at a Walgreen’s.. selling some sort of temperature and orientation based paint… You could put it on anything, and the color would tell you what direction the item is pointed in. He was mad, because they made him put it on his forehead and had to do handstands every time a customer asked him. (There was a sign, that commanded…”Ask me to stand on my head”) For some reason, we came to the conclusion that it’d have been better to put it on paper airplanes, but his manager put the kibosh on that. I think if the real Ray had been there, we’d have come up with a better idea.
Cool little people! They’re all pretty neato. I’m not sure if I could pick a favorite.
from sjg-
Unless you have $40,000 to throw around, you won’t be picking up one of Actuality’s new no-goggles-required domed 3D displays. Not this year, at least. But isn’t it neat?
This is not a hologram; it’s a rotating screen that tricks the eye. That rushing sound you hear is the future getting closer.
My sweetie’s such a fun, mischievous goof…she had a *wacky-fit* today at the store…I’m still laughing about it.
She tucked in early tonight, to rest and recharge for tomorrow… I think that I’ll join her, work by programming, or outlining a new short story on the laptop while she rests. sweet dreams, dear journal.
Oh, yeah. Happy Bastille Day!
“Gangland spent much of its time either trying to escape from or to do away with its worst enemy, Dick Tracy, the ace detective of the Elton police force…” The Adventures of Dick Tracy, Detective by Chester Gould (1932, Whitman Publishing Company, Racine, Wisconsin). The first Big Little Book. From the Big Little Books Price Guide.
(a great source of fun clip art)
Called the landlord, re: screens, bathroom, and window cranks. I’m also having him check the AC… it seems to be running warm today.
I’m pretty disappointed at his response time so far…I’ve been here two weeks and he only responds to my calls if I hunt him down and keep on him. I don’t know if he’s slacking, or just disorganized, but I don’t think any repair or minor fix should take any longer than a week to get to.
[update] – he came over to replace the screen, and stuff, but said to see if the ac dies entirely… he’ll be back tomorrow am.
How close are you to a nuclear waste hauling route?
from EH-
You probably know about the Wayback Machine, where you can surf older versions of Websites. But before that site hosted the Wayback Machine, it had (and still has) a serious collection of free films!
The Internet Moving Images Archive is a huge collection (1,254 so far) of old short films that have fallen out of copyright. The majority of the films fall into the “mental hygiene” category, and are probably similar to plenty of films that you saw in high school (if you went to high school before, say, 1960). You can peruse such titles as “Brooklyn Goes To San Francisco”, “How to Keep A Job”, and “You and Your Bicycle”. They’re free for the downloading, too! But unless you have a high-speed connection, you might want to simply stream the movies (most of the films give you the option of downloading or streaming).
Cool stuff: Some of the films will be familiar to viewers of MST3K. You can find such titles as “Body Care and Grooming”, “The Chicken of Tomorrow”, and “Hired!” Why not screen them in your own personal movie theatre and make snide comments about the action, just like on TV?
There’s even an example of the infamous musical productions that large companies used to put on for their annual conventions. You can check out a Chevrolet sales convention musical, and get an idea of how Big Business used to motivate its sales staff.
Representative quote: “As far as we know, this is the only site that presents high-quality downloadable movie data files practically free of use restrictions.”
*phew*
long, hot day on the road… it’s nice to be back.
I found a single route from my place to Dan’s… #22 will go all the way from the central term to hiatus road, and on either side, maybe six miles of bicycling.
happy to be home now… playtime with Newtie!
Going to visit Dan this morning/midafternoon.. He had knee surgery, and is going to be all alone while his Mrs. is at church.. I couldn’t rouse the hippies to go to love fest… hopefully I can meet ci and her clan some other time soon…
I’ll try and take some piccies of my first bike/bus trip.
until this afternoon, dear journal!
Oh, I forgot… this was on the eraser-board at the shop where I got my bike yesterday –
Every time I see an adult on a bicycle, I no longer despair for the future of the human race.
– H.G. Wells
Newt got his tarot cards read last night, and as usual with the reader, her interpretations were right on the money.
It boils down to him being healthy, but needing some reassurance, He thinks that I’m funny, he wants for me to deal with him honestly as he has done with me… … needing some motherly love….(the female represented in the Queen of Swords showed that), the king of pentacles showed that he considers me his parent, that that he knows I have to leave him when I go to work, but it’s a hard sacrifice for him sometimes.(it is for me, too.) Also that he wants more info about my comings and goings. etc…to help him understand.
I think I can do that.