sometimes words fail me
but beauty is ever near
her love fills my heart

a lego chamber of horrors… iron maidens, the rack, burning at the stake…but the domestic accidents are my favorite. who let the monkeys out?

Disney going to loose Pooh? Yipe!

One-legged bike messenger acquitted of punching shemale

What a keen picture. I wonder if the central effect was intentional, or if random happenstance caused that raindrop to reflect the sign so clearly; whatever the cause, the image is the kind that I wish my brain would help me compose when I’m behind my camera.

I got a giftie by messenger, just now [6:10pm] from my sweetheart. 🙂 What a lovely surprise! Just in time to fill my reading queue. Lovely wrapping paper, too! Thank you!

Stephen King is going to retire from horror writing? Hm.. I’m proud of him for moving on, and admitting when a well is dry. Plenty of other genres to write for.

My brother can’t make it tomorrow… change of plans.

Looks like my trip to los olas is going to be either postponed or solo. A rework is on order. Perhaps schedule a meeting with Robyn and talk about the website… tag a few contacts. Maybe hit a few museums, and a movie.

going to lay down for a little nap…

May joy and innocence prevail.

Today’s rounds… some pics.

Made all my required footpath travel in record time. I roamed up and down Federal highway to get my mail sent off, picked up sundries for the house, and got a yummy bag of apples. (I ate two on the walk home. goo-ood.)

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I’m also sporting a pirate eyepatch.

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Newt Joined in too!

Today, I must be responsible.

I need to get off my keister, gather up the manuscripts and goodies, and head on down to the post office. Then, I need to get a few things needed for around the house.

Lazy feeling day today… probably because there’s work to be done. Be back later on.

oh! and Tom Tomorrow has a journal…

Today, I must be responsible.

I need to get off my keister, gather up the manuscripts and goodies, and head on down to the post office. Then, I need to get a few things needed for around the house.

Lazy feeling day today… probably because there’s work to be done. Be back later on.

oh! and Tom Tomorrow has a journal…

Well, Midnight’s approaching, and we all know which is the time that the dead rise from the grave to feast on flesh and month-old miracle whip.

from To Mock a Killing Bird –

As Freddie the falcon flew home with his belly empty again he heard the other falcons taunt him with “You couldn’t catch a mouse if it was blind!” and “Ha, you call yourself a raptor!” and worst of all, “Put some nail polish on your talons, sissy boy!”

Time for Scotto to go to bed… busy daytomorrow! Sweet dreams to any and all.

want to see some pictures from my day today? You can click on the thumbnails to see them get bigger. 🙂

Danny and I went out to Breakfast, Costco, Dave & Busters, and Whispering Pines Cemetary. The Cemetary is recent… no real sense of history, but still lovely as far as a boneyard goes. many fountains, carvings, mausoleums and tombs of current day. I’ll upload more later….I want to play with sepias, black and white… filter-boy. I want to work out how simplifies some of his shots so beautifully.

Who goes there? – Big Newt Pic

Walkies went fine, little time to trim and tweak the pictures, but more will be forthcoming later upon my return.

I dreamed I saw myself shaving in the mirror last night, and I seem to remember being older. There was a fire-barrel outside, and I am sure I recall the strong scent of cedar wood burning. I was in a similar bathroom to my own, but I feel that it was more North.

Sitting tight now, watching the tube, waiting for Danny to get here. I expect he’ll be along in another 20 minutes or so. He’s running late, because he was up until 2am grading papers.

Following the war, Patton was questioned about the “push button bombs” and the technological advances made in weaponry. He declares adamantly that there is no glory, no heroes, and no cowards in that kind of battle. He expresses thanks that he wouldn’t live to see that kind of warfare. You know… we still haven’t gotten to that point yet, and I’m glad. A war is an awful enough thing without removing the last vestige of humanity from it.

Behold! it’s Mr Mole, the happy drilling machine.

My brother came by tonight as a surprise visit! (he was interviewing up her for a job, and missed the last bus home…. rode his bike a few miles to here.) We got to gab for a bit before his taxi arrived. It’s a shame he’s allergic to Newt, as the cat loves him to pieces… loves to snuggle up to him, and headbutt. I’m really looking forward to getting together with him on Wednesday… we’re going to have a good time.

Tomorrow… Dan. Morning. bright and early, about 9 am, everyone else is in bedski, so I think I’m going to grab a nice book, and curl up into the beddles.

Tax tip for writers: This could save you a bundle. Since the IRS allows you to deduct expenses incurred while writing a book, make your next one an autobiographical novel. By all rights, you should be able to deduct your living, travel, and entertainment expenses going right back to the day of your birth.