Warning, foul language below… but a basic truth, too.
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So this guy dies in his rocking chair. Papers keep being delivered, the grass keeps growing, the neighbors are getting pissed. But no one realizes the guy is dead until four years later when someone buys the house at a delinquent taxes auction and walks in to find a corpse in the living room.

also-

Watermelons
Green Buddhas
On the fruit stand.
We eat the smile
And spit out the teeth

-Charles Simic

Excitement update. I’ve trimmed the goatee… nice and neat now, not quite the paintbrush it was becoming, but the bristles are still soft. They’re still stroke-worthy for when I’m deep in thought, and I don’t see them being itchy, but tickly.

I had a vivid dream the other day of being older… maybe it’s the mother’s day coming up, but I was married and had a little daughter…she was perhaps 7 years old, and a complete terror….but I was reveling in it. She, her mom, and I were in a park, and she way too exuberant to be sane.

The old ‘cover sheet’ for my dream journal/home page.
(best viewed on a light background…originally a sort of cream)

*giggling at the SNL ad… “hamburger helper, antibacterial”… it stings a little, but then it’s really good! that acrid smell means it’s working…

things done today…

took a walk, talked to my sweetheart, played with newt, went to lunch/dinner with little brother and mother… the tempura was exquisite, and the company was even… mother rated a 3, brother an 8. (poor guy has had the following happen this last week: broke up with his girl again… lost his job, was in a car wreck. and is still very cool about everything. willing to joke about it, and I offered him some bucks, but he’s happy with unemployment giving him 142 a week…covers rent and food until he’s back on the job scene. I’m very impressed at how well he’s taking it…upset, but not beating himself up over it. Lots of good gigs available though… bartender or whatever is pretty easy to do on Los Olas.) He’s physically fine, but the car was completely totaled. I got to talk with him about the meds he’s on for depression, and I’m pretty confidant he’s doing the right thing, since he’s being very proactive about finding ways to fix it non-chemically, and this is a fix for the meantime.

tonight at about 8pmish, my main machine will be back, hopefully all good and happy.

I didn’t realize how much simpler it is to write on a real keyboard instead of the laptop…argh. I look forward to doing more writing on the big brain, instead of the remote…and having newt cam back up.

in other news, I want ice cream. 🙂

there seems to be a real funk travelling LJ lately, my own included…I think my wit has dulled a bit, especially after reading things I wrote 6 months ago… time to really buckle down on the writing workouts again…maybe do the yellow cardigan story.

Happy Mother’s Day to all mommies that make efforts to do the most important job in the world well. I’ve seen some wonderful ones here…keep up the good work!

note to self – write about brother’s car accident, mother’s day, and potential work.

nonpareil non-puh-REL, adjective:
Having no equal; peerless.

noun:
1. Something of unequaled excellence; a peerless thing or person.
2. A flat disk of chocolate covered with beads of colored sugar.

Then a nice long walk to the beach, a little sunshine, and home again. 🙂

Hopefully I’ll see my sweetie today, a little AOK, or just hanging out….I’m easy.

And now he really is.

http://dailynews.yahoo.com/h/ap/20010512/ts/obit_adams.html

I’m going to miss his writing, and the h2g2.com project won’t be the same without him. So long, DNA.

http://www.trektoday.com/news/110501_01.shtml

thanks to mtothe5th for the link.

info about the new star trek series….

oh yeah, sponge bob is on!

A nice night….

I got to gab with my sweetie, watched COPS, lone gunmen, black adder, red dwarf, and now, I go to sleep.

Took a mental health day off today…walked to the beach, hung out a bit. Newt’s loving daddy at home. I fiddled with some banner / icon proggies… fun. maybe new ones will pop up on lj or my homepage, if I feel comfy with them.

fave quote of the night… “Permission to Ram”

sweet dreams, and hostess fruit pies to all! I look forward to catching up LJ later.

The monkey I call a supplier of hardware was supposed to come by at 5. I get a phone call, now. 6 hours later. He’s in my driveway, and wants to come in to test his crap. I agree, and it turns out he has one of his kids with him. I like kids, but since he has his with him, I can’t really comfortably bawl him out for being late, waking me up, and, it turns out, not having all of the hardware I requested. Ah well. I did get to talk to my sweetheart briefly today, took care of some shopping, and recovered from a uvula the size of Rhode Island. I stayed home from work today, but I was a little icky-sicky. I got a little reading in, launched a half-dozen resumes, but failed to do much walking. I sat on the porch, and relaxed quite a lot.

Well, fortunately I have the laptop to post from. (and to do my work on…)

I’m contemplating taking another mental health day tomorrow… I don’t want to bring sore throat germs into work, plus, I want to accomplish the things I didn’t do today.

I don’t like strangers in my house. I’m funny that way. Even the hardware guy is alien to me… I don’t much enjoy having friends inside, either. This apartment is a tiny one, with just enough room to be cozy for one, intimate for two, and crowded with any more than that.

I need rest.