Just sheared off all of the people in the
It turns out that there are 18 people who read my journal and are members of the hut. (including the hut itself… I guess I should really call it 17.) I’m quite surprised that there aren’t more.
I have to swing by UPS sometime this week (probably tomorrow), before work. Apparently they need my signature to deliver something, and I wasn’t home three times. Sakes… Don’t most folks work during the week? Hard to sign for a delivery at that point.
You must meet Nancy Reagan at the South Pole and get the power drill.
note to self…bring a long-sleeved shirt to work tomorrow, in case of nighttime chillies.
Newt Likes Broccoli! I was heating some leftovers for brunch, and the little orange piggy walked right over…I didn’t give it a second thought, as Newt likes to curl up, and hang close as a rule. I was talking to him, and gestured in his general direction with a forkful of steamed broccoli. He followed it with his eye, and hooked a mitt around the fork, and began to lick the morsel in question. That’s fair enough., but it came as a surprise, considering that he seems to actually prefer kibble to most human food. Though, he didn’t eat the stem, just the flower head. it had a little soy sauce on it… the salt must’ve been the draw for him…I’ve seen him lick potato chips clean, and leave a limp, saltless tater-tatter behind.
Lionel is a good older brother to Stanley. (I wonder if anyone aside from Kelly will know who I’m talking about.)
Ok… off to get moving on the three S’s. Time for a beard trim. Until later, dear journal!
The guy at the gift shop asked about my posting their cow on the web. Here it is again, in case they’re peeking in.
It was originally posted for Halloween at this link – http://www.livejournal.com/users/scottobear/day/2002/10/31
That cow about doubled my normal daily hits. 🙂
Out walking by Eckerd’s, a carful of guys thought they knew me. Apparently I look like a guy named “Porkchop” or “Larry”, depending on who was doing the yelling. Anyone who knows me is aware that I’m more of a Tofu Scotto.
I didn’t get to see a movie today… My travels took too long, and I preferred to return home, rather than sitting tight in a movie theatre with a big bag o’prezzies. Everyone is done, except Dave… I’m sure I’ll think of something in the next day or two. Meanwhile, I’ve got wrapping to do. That goes by fast, if I’ve got the TV on. Now, I’ve just got to find a comic book or five that are ready to be sacrificed for the cause.
I was sorely tempted in the Circuit City / Comp USA / Toys R US… but I was good. I bought myself a cool finger puppet set at the little gift store. They’ve got all sorts of Archie McPhee-type doodads there for half off.
Kiss Your Face… assorted folks done up as the clown-faced band.
A year ago – Tarpo‘s Birthday, pumpernikel, a newt pic, trident gum, ICQ suckage, Potty-talk and dinopoop.
Two years ago – Many folks had the flu-bug (seems to be rucurrent, this time of year), Fight game, silly links, Happy Birthday Tarpo (Again), 18 Beans through Christine, broken mail server, and please click on the hunger site.
One day Chuang Tzu and a friend were walking by a river. “Look at the fish swimming about,” said Chuang Tzu, “They are really enjoying themselves.”
“You are not a fish,” replied the friend, “So you can’t truly know that they are enjoying themselves.”
“You are not me,” said Chuang Tzu. “So how do you know that I do not know that the fish are enjoying themselves?”
Lotto is up to $100 million. I got in on the office pool… 12 people playing including the two newest members of the company. Dick and Joe. I’m going to withhold lasting personality judgment on both of them for a bit, but first impressions are – Joe = Repetitive, and no sense of schedules. If I say something will be ready in 30 minutes, don’t call me every 10 minutes to ask how it’s looking. He may have to be trained with the “Every time you call or interrupt, it’s going to double the time I said it would take.” method. He’s *really* be more of a problem for Santie, Kev and Sappho. Dick, on the other hand is quiet, but friendly.
Joe said that if he won in the lotto pool, he’d keep working there. The rest of us in the room laughed and told him it’d be peaceful for him, all alone like that.
Ugh, sometimes my news of the strange feed picks the wrong time to send me stuff… first thing in the morning! – Homosexual killing and eating ritual shocks Germany , CNN story here – less the more gory details. The phrase “cannibalistic and homosexual tendencies” is off to me… I don’t think it’s the political correctness of it… but the two being linked seems disparate.
Sylvester Stallone has a quote in Death Race 2000… “Some people may think you’re cute, Babe. But to me you’re one very large baked potato!”
Well, it’s time to pick up a few stocking stuffers… 4-legged and crawling creatures, mostly. I’ve yet to find a good pet store on federal highway in this vicinity. I’ll take another look-see as I pick up other stuff. Perhaps I’ll go see a movie, too. I’m interested in Equilibrium, Star Trek, Treasure Planet, Harry Potter, and Die another Day.. All of which would be nicer on the big screen rather than in Kazaa-pirate format. That’ll be my treat to myself if I finish early. Ooh… and maybe a trip to the Chinese market for some wasabe peas and pocky.
Have a wonderful day, dear journal.
Thank you zoe for the holiday fudge, and Newt *loves* his little fuzzy dinosaur…the perfect size. We’re playing fetch with it right now!
Zen stories to tell your neighbors
Zombie Jamboree
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First phrase heard after waking – “Everybody loves mass-produced cream-filled pastries!” – Dan Ackroyd in Caddyshack 2. (It’s been since switched back off)
Fell back asleep shortly after waking up, and slept another 4 hours. Newt was good enough to not patty-pat my face until about 8:30, so I think I have enough rest under my belt. I recall bits and fragments of the dreams from that time. Baked Alaska? I’ve not had that in ages. There was a large library, and there was a baked alaska on a table in the middle. I’m not sure if people were there… I don’t remember talking to any, or running from any (the two main things I do with most folks in dreams) though there was some sort of problem with the room… a gas leak or electrical trouble.
The Balloonhats project: two balloon-hat making photographers who toured the world, convincing strangers to wear balloon hats and pose for photos.
Anyhow… off to catch a bus. until later, dear journal.
P.S. Hey! It’s Friday the thirteenth! That Calls for a song!
Yikes. It was a nightmare of some sort. I knew it. Frightening enough to wake me from a sound sleep, and jarring enough that I don’t remember a moment of it.
back to bed.
I saw something tonight that’s going to give me dreams.. or maybe nightmares.. I wonder what.
What element of today’s journey through the hours is going to play back in my sleep theatre?
mskaren911 gave me some games on CD today… Serious Sam and house of the dead 2… Killin’ Zombies. It was nice of her… she knows I dig stuff similar to that.
Well, I have a windows update here.. time to reboot and see what happens. Night night, dear journal.
Froogle… Google shopping. hmm. oh, this is evil. I could be made to spend a lot of money with only a little prodding.
Thank you for the beautiful homemade card, sholanda! The Sticker is still pine-y fragrant, too!
Monkeys prefer gender specific toys – Researchers at the University of London gave a bunch of toys to some monkeys. The boy monkeys played with boy toys, and the girl monkeys played with girl toys.
Hmm… your own genitals as a refrigerator magnet… or as soap!
Ok… everyone on my friend’s list that’s sick… get better, already. My sweetie’s doing well now, thank goodness.