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Before I go to bed.

I get this in an email from my cab driver guy, Joel.

Your suggestion to keep a chaste female gorilla could leave her vulnerable to cancers as in chaste human females.

(a great non-sequitur comment, but we were talking earlier in the week about primate psychology, and why I wouldn’t keep an ape as a pet unless it was a female and chaste… Males are aggressive after a certain age, and females develop a dangerous safety zone after having birthed)

Good night.

Addendum: Mixed feelings tonight. I feel a little cast off.

Listen to the singing tumor…the residents sing to you…

Jelly Jack

Ho ho ho I’m Jello Jack the jolly boneless boy.
I live inside a jar beside the rooster boy named Roy.
They pour me out upon a platform and the people stare
At eyeballs in a pool of flesh surrounded by some hair.

I wish I was a cowboy or maybe just a bird
Singing simple melodies that no one ever heard
Soaring with the winter winds and bringing in the spring
Sharing air with orioles and bumblebee that sting
And making babies proud of all the bugs that I would bring.
I’d sit up high above the ground and laugh as I looked down
at all the silly humans as they slowly trudged around.

But as I see the end of evening turn into the night
The bird inside my brain becomes a light that is too bright.

In his dreams at night he hears a white hot light
And he knows that God is singing in his dreams at night.

Hot heat smolders smoking embers
Vibrate deep, vibrate deep
Cause teeth clinch, cause vibrate deep
Inside the sucking sound of suction,
Suction, sucking sections of my soul,
Sucking section of the only thoughts
My mind will salivate and drool
And press against itself and press
Against itself and feel the cursing
Flow of fever, driven, biting, grinding, clinching,
Ream the center of the Sun
With shaft of Solid Steel
Know that there is nothing like the feeling
Of those steel fingers up inside
Of something sticky, sweet and wet
Feel the lips of licking licky wet liquid;
feel the tongue that touches the tips of sharp pointed things…

uh oh… can I avoid this one?

http://www.msnbc.com/news/575167.asp?cp1=1

Sony and LucasArts is showing off their massively multi-player version of Star Wars due to hit computer screens next year, probably as a major salvo in the opening Summer 2002 Movie War which will undoubtedly be dominated by Star Wars, Episode 2.

Still, first looks at the game offers proof that the makers of Everquest have learned a lot from that incredibly popular role-player. The Star Wars universe will allow players to be any one of the myriad Star Wars creatures, from Gunguns to Bathans (but not, apparently, droids) and choose to be male or female. The worlds are “virtually” 16 kilometers across, but you can always hop on your Bantha to get across Tatooine in style.

Herman, The Human Mole (Lyrics by The Residents)

This song strikes me as How I feel about LJ and web cams. Herman seems to be the type to have both. (Not a slam… Heck, I have both!)

Herman — The Human Mole

Herman

Herman
Herman isn’t happy
Herman isn’t well
Herman is an albino

Not that you could tell.

Herman
Herman
Herman is dirty
Herman is cold
Herman is thirty and
Wishes he was old

But he isn’t.

Herman has a trailer
On top of it is grass
He filled the inside up with dirt
And made the sides of glass
He lets you climb the steps
Up to the top for free
And look down through a little hole
Above his old TV.

But if you want some more
You pay to go inside
The tent that goes around the trailer
In which Herman hides.

Herman plays piano
When no one is around
He has an upright baby Steinway
Underneath the ground.

word o’ de day.

gnomon (NO-mon) noun

1. The raised arm of a sundial that indicates the time of day by its shadow.

2. The remaining part of a parallelogram after a similar smaller parallelogram has been taken away from one of the corners.

[From Latin gnomon, pointer, from Greek, from gignoskein, to know.]

for

brasilein bra*sil”e*in, C16H12O5, to which brazilwood owes its dyeing properties. Brasque Brasque, n. [F.] (Metal.) A paste made by mixing powdered charcoal, coal, or coke with clay, molasses, tar, or other suitable substance. It is used for lining hearths, crucibles, etc. Called also steep.

My sweetie went out for ice cream, and never came back! Sheesh, what a nice way to end the work day… I hope she’s happily consuming a tasty morsel as we speak. I think I’m going to get some orange sherbert after work, or Ben and Jerry’s. I’m hungry for ice cream… (and marigolds…and a taco.) Hmm… old lingam is acting like a mango again… I guess that’s ok.. it’s bound to happen when I think about my dearest Ornj.

I’ve got an idea for a short story (well, a 2nd act) but no resolution…I think that’s my biggest trouble, writing an ending that I find satisfactory… They can’t all be cliffhangers, can they?

2 words for the day.

propitiate pro-PISH-ee-ayt, transitive verb:
To render favorably inclined; to appease; to conciliate (one offended).

ex –
Yet the Fairy Bridge… didn’t get its name for nothing. Here the locals lift a hand ever so slightly and mutter “Hello, little people,” to propitiate the fairies underneath.
–Helen Gibson, “Rewards and Fairies,” Time Europe, April 30, 2001

Propitiate derives from Latin propitius, “favorable.”

chaplet CHAP-lit noun

1. A wreath or garland worn on the head.

2. A string of beads.

[Middle English chapelet, wreath; from Old French, diminutive of chapel hat, from Medieval Latin cappellus, from Late Latin cappa, cap.]

“What was on Hannibal’s mind as he drove his elephants over the Alps?
Looking good, apparently, because on Hannibal’s head was a wig, which he wore into battle to cover his lack of locks. Julius Caesar used his chaplet for the same purpose, the comb-over having not yet been discovered.”

Does this take out the fun?

A woodchuck could (and does) chuck around 35 cubic feet of dirt in the course of digging a burrow. Reason dictates that if a woodchuck could chuck wood, he would chuck an amount equivalent to the weight of the dirt, or 700 pounds.

Oh… was that a rhetorical question?

Everybody knows a woodchuck would chuck as much wood as a woodchuck could chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood.

Goin’ to bed. Nitey nite! Sweet dreams, folksies!