Burned off the first six episodes of Osbournes to CD… I wonder how many there are so far?
I think I’ve decided that I have a Z chromosome. The Yeti-Pod DNA.
Apple-Cim-nim Oatmeal is a nice way to start the day.
Well, off to the bus in a few… see you later, dear journal.
It loops, if you came in midway.
Dang, Newt! Look at that gut! time to chase you around the joint some more!
hitting the sack, soon, so nigh nigh, dear journal.
Chupa shot her mouth off at one of the girls in accounting… and the girl told her to shove it, and quit!
Chupacabra’s in Trrrrrouble!! She just got another talking to about attitude about two weeks ago… I don’t think she’s going to get fired over it, but if she raises a stink, she might. It’s a real pity about the girl in accounting… but she went right from here to the ex-bosses’ new business… Our parent company won’t be very happy with this at all.
SELECT
setupmaster.`WONumber`, setupmaster.`SUQuantity`,
setupmaster.`TimeSpent`, setupmaster.`Status`, setupmaster.`SpooledOn`,
setupmaster.`Client`, setupmaster.`JLletter`, setupmaster.`JLjob`,
setupmaster.`Location`
FROM
`\IMT2001DRIVE DACCESSNTSetup2`.`setupmaster` setupmaster
WHERE
(setupmaster.`Status` NOT LIKE 'Cancelled%' AND
setupmaster.`Status` NOT LIKE 'Completed%')
ORDER BY
setupmaster.`WONumber` ASC
Newtcam is off-ski for the night.
current bus-ride project:
doodle a “day in the life”. This morning I got up to the production meeting (1pm)… ideally, this means the doodle-day will be done by Wednesday.
Also, I read somewhere that the professions that had the highest per capita with membership in the Masons were lawyers… and circus people. Now I’m getting an image of Bozo stalking the streets and alleys of Whitechapel — with a subpoena.
keep an eye on my baby while I’m at work!
Adios!
I was nice walking about with the sun rising swiftly in the background.
some lj’er linked to me that has nearly 5000 people listed on his friend’s list…there is *no* way that he could keep up with that, even if he had a staff helping out.
Walpurgisnacht (or May Day, or Beltane) is coming… I wonder how many people I read will be celebrating in some way? Maypoles?
last night’s dreams were buried deep, but I must’ve slept very still… Newt was curled behind my leg, and was very warm… It took great effort to get up without stirring him too much. Eep, just ran a hand over my jaw… forgot to shave. I’ll take care of that little detail, and then head off to work.
See you tonight, dear journal.
funny phrases of the day – breasticle nectar satisfies for only about 2 hours – by my beloved.
that and “it’s like a koala bear crapped a rainbow in my brain!”
I just spent about an hour or so on the phone with the bro… he’s going in for orientation tomorrow at his new gig. I’m confident that he’ll do well, and perhaps will move up to bartending there soon.
Recommitting to taking the bus in to work this week… so, my entries will be appearing an hour or so earlier, I suspect. I’ll want to be at the stop by 10. Walkies will take place right around sunup (6:30ish-7:30), and then a shower and ready by 8:30 or 9… I just have to tuck in earlier.. right after adult swim, methinks. speaking of hitting the sack early, I think my sweetie got kidnapped after her shower by the venus-flytrap nap-bed.
a loaf of bread, a container of milk, and a stick of butter. What’s with all the people deleting this week? Is there something in the air? I think that half a dozen folks either are taking a leap, or contemplating it. I don’t get it… but to each their own. I hope the people I like find happiness in whatever decision they make. 🙂
growing tired now… hopefully I’ll get my ‘pooter put together tomorrow, ideally by the weekend.
A random Scotto factoid or two – I’ve never taken any course as Pass / Fail ever. Not sure why that is.
There’s not a whole lot that I’d do for a klondike bar. maybe take one if offered. Now if a friend asked me to cluck like a chicken or babysit, I would despite ice cream in the deal or not.
wacky link to my journal peapod the pocket squirrel… I’m number one on the google search for that!
I’ll spread the meme, but only because I really like the title page more than the after animation.
spooky pictures of castles and towers
What a totally sad ending for justice league…the least they could’ve done is helped rebuild the destroyed world… I am glad that they dedicated it to Gardner Fox, though. Sort of a nasty dig of “Ray Thompson” and Roy Thomas.
Looks like that tape is about full…I’ve just got to fit about 30 minutes more. This Saturday (after I get paid, and can get ot the PO) I can ship off so many of those things I’ve been meaning to mail for ages.
Fresh and clean from the shower, house smells like champa, and I have a slight patchouli aroma. Now, I crave the first meal of the day. Nibbling on Newt-ears doesn’t cound as part of this complete breakfast.
I think a walk to the grove and bakery is in order. A loaf of french bread, a gallon of orange juice, and tasty orange blossom honey…. I have some raspberry tea and cereal here to polish it off…. and it’s a beautiful day for a meandering trundle out in the sun. I’ll return home after, set up a little picnic, and relax here the rest of the day. Sounds like a plan to me.
I look forward to seeing my beloved tonight, hanging out and relaxing… recounting our Saturdays to each other, and just enjoying each other’s company. Hopefully, she got to blow off some work-steam out last night… she’s been working very hard these last few weeks.
Dirty dozen on the TV… man, Charles Bronson was always a dog-face, wasn’t he? He looks like he’s part monkey, part Robert Blake.
Ok, enough lounging… time to get up and feed my belly and wanderlust.
See you later, dear journal.
Backstory on the Newton de-skulling the skellie in a cemetary pic… this morning I was awakened by a gentle bippity-bip of a Newtie paw…somehow that got integrated into my dream of walking through a graveyard. In my half-awake stupor, I envisioned him hopping, predator-bunny like, from tombstone to tombstone, smacking the long-bleached bones into tall piles of shiny white that fall with the sound of wind chimes (or maybe gamelan and xylophone tones). It occurs to me that the skeletons should’ve been buried in the ground or at least had some tatters of clothing on, but that simply wasn’t the case… most of them were sitting crosslegged, or even standing on top of the different plots, leaning on the headstones.
After talking with my brother last night, I’ve got Bali and its music on the brain, which might be where the gamelan sounds came from… but the boneyard was very western, “almost a boot hill” style. The bippity-bip completely overwrote the rest of my previous dream memory.
Is chocolate-bubble gum a good milkshake flavor? I rather lean to mint-chocolate chip or pineapple/blueberry.
Well, I’ve slacked enough this Lazy Sunday…time to reboot and take a shower. see you later, dear journal.
Sweetie’s having a gals’ night out tonight, so I think I will go hoof it up to see Grand Funk Railroad… they come on at 8:30, so I think I’ll have time to grab a conch fritter or three, and bring the ol’ camera with me.
See you kids later… maybe nighty-night, dear journal.
People like this give me a headache.
But it is always illuminating to get a glimpse of the thought processes of people that don’t agree with you. It is also an education in the rational reasonableness of some rather extreme views. They don’t foam at the mouth or use INAPPROPRIATE CAPITALS or end every other statement with numerous exclamation points!!!! They use a spellchecker and correct punctuation, and if speaking would probably use a conversational tone.
And yet… Lewis Goldberg – “Promoting Abnormality”… has the lovely section:
“Through the last hundred and fifty years or so, we have been told that if we only accept such-and-such, this nation will be a better place. We abolished slavery, and the nation was no better off. We let women vote, and the nation was no better off. We forcefully desegregated society, and the nation was no better off. We flung the doors open to mass immigration of heathen, and the nation was no better off. We broke down the barriers of employment to women, and the nation was no better off.”
Note that none of these sectors of the general population (one of them constituting at least 50% of humanity) are considered to be a part of “the nation.” Apparently “the nation” isn’t black or female or anyone but his particular political or religious belief born in the US. *We* abolished slavery and *We* allowed women to vote and *We* graciously allowed those goshdarn heathens to take up residence and pay taxes and become citizens here, but *We* (the nation) are no better off.
That section could be delivered at the top of the lungs at a beer hall or in front of a burning cross and feel right at home, but it just slides on by when delivered in a conversational tone of voice. The guy questions the wisdom of abolishing slavery in the year 2002 and I doubt very many will call him on it. Ugh. How sickening is that? This guy gives freedom of opinion a bad name.
ELLENSBURG A topographic map spread on the hood of a car showed where the search party would start. There is a hole out there, they believe, a hole that not only appears to be bottomless but has, on at least one occasion, brought an animal back to life.
The hole, the story goes, exists outside of town on land once owned by a man who calls himself Mel Waters. For years, he said, it was used as the neighborhood dump for trash, old appliances, dead cattle. When the hole never filled up, Waters measured its depth by lowering weighted fishing line into it. After 80,000 feet, he gave up. Amazed by this odd place (which dogs and birds avoided), Waters called radio host Art Bell, whose late-night show on conspiracies and the paranormal attracts a huge national audience.
More info at the article, but due to the presence of a fella named Brian Christ of Ellensburg, the article also included some of my favorite lines:
“Christ was clearly nervous. He’d heard what Waters said happened after he went public – that soldiers in yellow gear cordoned off his property and threatened to “find” a drug lab on it if he didn’t cooperate.”
and
“At base camp, Christ had big news.”
Totally unrelated… or is it? Even apples and oranges are tasty edible fruit. Want to be a Superhero, for real?
Saw a lovely Russian couple at the laundry… young and in love…really enjoying each other’s company, conversing and laughing together. I’m so nosy…I wish I knew what they were gabbing about, but my Russian is limited ot about five phrases, da, and pravda. If they ever have kids, they’ll be adorable… both of them had nice facial features.
This weekend is the seafood festival! How fast a year goes by… it seems like it was just a few weeks ago I was hearing about it packing up. Last night it was the Fabulons, then Otis Day was playing, and tonight it’s Grand Funk Railroad… maybe I’ll take a walk down there tonight if the mood takes me. Heh…in St. Auggie, it’s the cabbage and potato festival… I’d rather go there. *urp* The air and sea show is coming, too… I wonder if I’ll go this year, now that I have a camera.
Oh! I found a piccie of the mall of the dead’s beginning…soon I suspect it will return to the dirt from which it rose.
Maybe I can get Danny to go with me to the Cranberries concert on 6/1?