I need to call Val up, and wish her a happy birthday.

Taking a moment to reflect on the good things.

I have three very important beings whom I love very much in my life, in different capacities, but they all bring a sort of power and happiness…. I’m healthy, all my parts work well within operating norms, and I can enjoy walking in my environment. I’m paid regularly to do work that while challenging isn’t back-breaking or repellant to me. There’s an embarrassment of wealth in my pantry… enough food for a village in most parts of the world. Clean water, indoor plumbing, an oven. I’m secure financially, in no monetary debt. I can read what I want, when I want, and the same goes for eating and speaking.

Not a bad scenario, really.

Alternating feast or famine… either a load of work, or nothing to do at all. Just staggered enough to prevent me from doing any real writing work. Eating bad food today, I’m going to have to start bringing more healthful snacks in again. (Hit up the roach coach for tea, and all they had that was palatable to me was orange Gatorade…here! have some brominated vegetable oil and ester of wood rosin! Doesn’t sound like food ingredients, but maybe a floor wax.) a nice cheese sub from Di’s later for a snack.

Commenced reading the _Tales of the Arabian Nights_ last eve… entertaining nest of stories. I’m sort of fond of the genius / genii over the more contemporary genie/genies. The tale of the doctor’s decapitated head, the vizier, and the golden book reminded me quite a bit of name of the rose. Some plot devices live eternal, it seems.

I’ve got to call the brother tonight, see how he’s doing, and if he’s in need of anything. When last we spoke he was in pretty good spirits, fortunately. I need to get all the vital information regarding the officer name, case number, etc.

That reminds me, still no more information on my cousin… to the best of my knowledge she’s doing ok, but is still on the mend.

I’m missing my sweetie, landlocked here at work and looking forward to seeing her later. I’m glad that I have her in my heart to get me through the day…but I miss chatting with her terribly. I’ve got some lovely Valentine’s day surprises lined up for her. 🙂 Hooray for overnight mail!

It appears that I’ll be cross-training over with Bonbon, the Bonbon spawn, and possibly others to help pick up the slack next door. I don’t foresee it being too much of a problem, except for folks having to make the time for training instead of working. That should be fun, save for more of the political infighting…. they defused a situation regarding Bonbon’s flipping out as a result of the one-two punch of internet denial and Chupacabra’s rumor-mongering. (Saying blatant untruths, because she doesn’t know what’s really going on…had Bon worried for her job over nothing.) She went off at the production meeting, and it took three people to bring her down from the anxious knot she’d tied herself into. It was literally to the point of her wailing about the rumor and the other meeting-folk assuring her that it wasn’t so for a good half-hour. I swear, we need a good human resources person. I think it’s time for me to maybe look again more carefully at other venues…meetings like that are why I don’t like this business.

back from walkies… cool, but nice. in the low 60s. I needed the walk to wake up, though I still have a case of the yawnies, at least my morning grogginess has passed. The fog surrounding my mind seemed especially thick earlier. I had a feeling that I could kick off of the sidewalk and just float up, and fly around a bit. I saw a few bleached shells and rocks, scattered on the ground… made me think about teeth, my walking on the jawline of some leviathan.

It’s officially the Year of the Horse…

Lots of luck and red envelopes for everyone!

There’s a right way to cook a Palm Pilot and a wrong way. OK… there’s just a wrong way. Some senior exec got his Palm VII wet, put it in the oven to dry it and then proceeded to cook a pizza with the Palm still in the oven. Oopsie! Pictures of the aftermath are included.

From McSweeney’s: Names of the Most Popular Colors According to the Color Marketing Group’s 2002 Color Forecast. The original list is good reading as well: “Purples and browns are still the biggest story with ‘bi-polar’ purples moving both bluer and redder” and “Blue is trending towards green”.

Just looking at her picture melts my heart.

How does she do that?

Man, I’m so smitten. 🙂

At work today… I forgot to bring in the caramel m&m’s for Erica’s little vending gizmo at the front desk. Hopefully it’ll hold out until tomorrow. I will spread the addiction throughout the workplace. Something weird bug about Windows 2000 and Internet Explorer… Big Brain would reboot as soon as IE tries to hit the net. The error was replicated on a friend’s machine, too. (It was fixed by putting 98 back on her system) Now it’s a question of putting 98 or XP on BB, I guess. Pesky, pesky, pesky. But… it will get up to snuff soon, and be more surf-worthy. All that remains for BB is repairing net-readiness, (including making sure both the DSL and the regular modems are working) and then all will be good. Hooray! At last, I can see a light at the end of the tunnel.

I come into work this morning, and the Finn was hiding something in her hand, presumably to give Kev. She was being weirdly secretive about it, and doesn’t know much about slight-of-hand. She got up, left while Kev and I conversed a bit, and then came back ten minutes later. At that point, I said, “Well, Kev, I’ll let her give you whatever she’s hiding in her mitt in private… I assume it’s not the crack cocaine. Talk to you later!” The Finn was a little scandalized by that, shocked that a person could see through her 6-year-old-esque method of hiding something in a closed fist. She blustered a bit, (about it being a secret) and I told her that it wasn’t a problem. (And it isn’t… I imagine Kevin will tell me what it was, anyhow.) The Finn functions socially at about a 14-year-old girl’s level… see prior (I’ll add a link here later to the silly “birthday insulted” story, if I can find it with speed). She has a very strong need to do political game-play and backbiting, as does the Chupacabra. Entertainingly enough, they’re at odds, so you get to hear both of them talking dirty about one another while being pleasant to each other’s respective faces. Downside, you have to hear twice as much whining, if you’re in good with them. (I’m not, really, so I get the Kevin filtered version of their rants… more entertaining, and it cuts out the dross.)

As a belated birthday prezzie, Kev got me a copy of Galactic Battlegrounds… Basically, it’s Age of Kings set in the Star Wars universe. I look forward to trying it out, and perhaps luring my sweetie into multiplayer games. (Should it prove to be as entertaining as I suspect.) It’s the same game engine, but entirely new units… different tribes replaced with Wookie, Galactic Empire, Rebels, Naboo, Gungun, and trade federation. Yet another reason to get BB up to online snuff. I foresee poring over the manual during lunch today.

Tomorrow starts the Year of the Horse…Farewell, year of the snake!

Fu – luck to you all. 🙂

Tomorrow starts the Year of the Horse…Farewell, year of the snake!

Fu – luck to you all. 🙂

Newton’s been “counting coup” on me this morning… runnning past, giving me a little “bip” with his paw and making a run for it. Of course, this obliges me to chase him around the house, until I can tag him back, saying the magical words “woogity-woogity”. Currently, it’s volleyed back and forth about a dozen times, and Newt is currently “it”, and lounging on the windowsill, watching rain come down.

I think I’ll do the taxi to work today, because I’m not of a mood to linger in the rain before work. Lovely to walk in on time off, mind you.

Imagine another world, a heartbeat, a breath away, and yet at the same time more distant than the farthest star. You can walk to it without even noticing, just by going through a door in some crooked building, or by day dreaming after having seen a curious painting or read an unusual book. It is a world of quaint vehicles, wondrous architecture and strange customs. Like our own world, it has light and darkness in equal measure, and you are never quite sure which prevails at any given moment…

Town Passes Anti-Woody Law–
Supervisors unanimously passed a township ordinance banning public nudity Thursday night, even going so far as to prohibit erections in public.

The law seeks to prevent, among other things, “the showing of covered male genitals in a discernible turgid state.”

Town Passes Anti-Woody Law–
Supervisors unanimously passed a township ordinance banning public nudity Thursday night, even going so far as to prohibit erections in public.

The law seeks to prevent, among other things, “the showing of covered male genitals in a discernible turgid state.”

tulpa idea…

man was expecting his wife, tulpa mimics her. tulpa gains more wifely aspect rapidly, from family and local friends. tulpa plots to kill original wife, a struggle ensues, husband comes home to discover his wife standing over his wife’s body. did the tulpa die? the wife? solutions?