Is this Love? – Bob Marley

I wanna love you and treat you right
I wanna love you every day and every night
We’ll be together with a roof right over our heads
We’ll share the shelter of my single bed
We’ll share the same room, Jah provide the bread

Is this love, is this love
Is this love, is this love that I’m feelin’?

I wanna know, wanna know, wanna know now
I got to know, got to know, got to know now

I, I’m willing and able
So I throw my cards on your table
I wanna love you
I wanna love and treat you right
I wanna love you every day and every night
We’ll be together with a roof right over our heads
We’ll share the shelter of my single bed
We’ll share the same room, oh, Jah provide the bread

Is this love, is this love,
Is this love, is this love that I’m feelin?

Oh, yes I know, yes I know, yes I know now.
I, I’m willing and able
So I throw my cards on your table
See, I wanna love you
I wanna love and treat you right, love and treat you right
I wanna love you every day and every night
We’ll be together with a roof right over our heads
We’ll share the shelter of my single bed
We’ll share the same room, Jah provide the bread
We’ll share the shelter of my single bed.

Student gives teacher the finger*scrubs beh

and something for zircon…

Roy likes to destroy things

I love the food network. the chef guy that looks like thomas dolby, especially. The guy’s name is alton brown. catch him, if you can. he’s the kind of guy I’d want, were I gay.

SWEET CORN BREAD PUDDING
Recipe courtesy Alton Brown
1/2 onion, diced fine
1 ounce unsalted butter
1/2 teaspoon thyme
1/2 teaspoon rosemary
1 fifteen ounce can creamed style sweet corn
1 cup heavy cream
2 eggs
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 cup yellow cornmeal, whole grain, stone ground
1/2 cup shredded parmesan cheese
1 teaspoon kosher salt
ground black pepper to taste
2 cups French bread, cubed

Heat oven to 350 degrees.

Sweat onions with butter and herbs in a oven safe skillet until translucent.

Combine corn, cream, eggs, baking powder, corn meal, parmesan, salt, and pepper in a large mixing bowl. Add cubed bread and fold to combine. Pour batter into skillet, right on top of the onion mixture. Bake 50 minutes, or until set. Cool slightly before serving

Yield: 6-8 servings

it looks sooooo good.

1200 PM EST SUN NOV 19 2000

Today…partly cloudy with isolated showers. Highs in the mid 80s. Wind south 10 mph. Chance of rain less than 20 percent.

Tonight…partly cloudy. Lows in the lower 70s. Wind southwest 5 to 10 mph.

I had to post it, with everyone else talking about how cold it is… it’s a part of my evil side.

This is like one of my biggest nightmares and greatest dreams come true.

“Monkey Brain Controls Distant Robot Movement ”

Aieeee!!!!!

I picture giant disembodied monkey-brains in jars, causing robots to destroy us… and me liking it.

Coconut rum, to be precise. That, some fine pineapple juice and a splach of cranberry is what this tropical boy is enjoying tonight. maybe play a little aok online, to challenge sweetalyssm to a rematch, or to be a good partner to destroy our mutual enemies. 🙂

Tomorrow morning, I have a lot of duties to perform… laundry, kitty supplies. Also might get together with little brother some time… not sure what the future holds. Hopefully spend more time with the girl, we got disconnected tonight…things there look bright to me. 🙂

Maybe I should tuck into bed? not tired. one game of AOK should put me down. 🙂 If anyone wants to play, I’ll be playing on the zone at http://www.zone.com/age2/

in the dark ages room.

“We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like ‘I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive….’ And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas. And a voice was screaming: ‘Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?’
Then it was quiet again. My attorney had taken his shirt off and was pouring beer on his chest, to facilitate the tanning process. ‘What the hell are you yelling about?’ he muttered, staring up at the sun with his eyes closed and covered with wraparound Spanish sunglasses. ‘Never mind,’ I said. ‘It’s your turn to drive.’ I hit the brakes and aimed the Great Red Shark toward the shoulder of the highway. No point mentioning those bats, I thought. The poor bastard will see them soon enough.”

How to Handle Highway Traffic Cops
==================================

“Few people understand the psychology of dealing with a highway traffic-
cop. Your normal speeder will panic and immediately pull over to the
side when he sees the big red light behind him . . . and then he will
start apologizing, begging for mercy.
This is wrong. It arouses contempt in the cop-heart. The thing to
do — when you’re running along at a hundred or so and you suddenly
find a red flashing CHP-tracker on your trail — what you want to do
then is ACCELERATE. Never pull over with the first siren howl.
Mash it down and make the bastard chase you at speeds up to 120 all
the way to the next exit. He will follow. But he won’t know what to make
of your blinker signal that says you are about to turn right.

This is to let him know you’re looking for a proper place to pull
off and talk. . . keep signalling and hope for an off-ramp, one of those
uphill side-loops with a sign saying Max Speed 25 … and the trick, at
this point, is to suddenly leave the freeway and take him into the chute
at no less than a hundred miles an hour…”

“He will lock his brakes about the same time you lock yours, but it will
take him a moment to realize that he’s about to make a 180 degree turn
at this speed . . . but you will be READY for it, braced for the Gs and
the fast heel-toe work, and with any luck at all you will have come to a
complete stop off the road at the top of the turn and be standing beside
your car by the time he catches up.
He will not be reasonable at first. He will want the first word. Let
him have it. His brain will be in turmoil: he may begin jabbering, or even
pull his gun. Let him unwind. Keep smiling. The idea is to show him that
you were always in total control of yourself and your vehicle — while
HE lost control of everything.”

Hunter Thompson
“Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas”

This just in….

spiffy! thanks guys for all the work you’ve been putting in lately.

Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory
Pure Imagination

Come with me and you’ll be
In a world of pure imagination
Take a look and you’ll see
Into your imagination

We’ll begin with a spin
Trav’ling in the world of my creation
What we’ll see will defy
Explanation

If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Want to change the world, there’s nothing to it

There is no life I know
To compare with pure imagination
Living there, you’ll be free
If you truly wish to be

There is no life I know
To compare with pure imagination
Living there, you’ll be free
If you truly wish to be

Darktrain, how does that limb counting game go again?

I’m going to have to cut you off….

How? Why didn’t I know about this up until now? Stuck in the wrong body, indeed.

Holy crow.

When I was very young, a woman visited my mother who was missing four fingers on her left hand. I couldn’t stop staring at that smooth plane of skin. Even now, I can remember how she held an Oreo cookie with just her thumb.

I’m gearing up for a new writing project, in which I was asked to come up with a signature character. My first thought was a man paralyzed from the waist down.

And yet, I have no desire to lose any of my limbs.

Maybe this is some kind of backlash against the very comfort of our culture. It’s certainly plausible that an urge to seek challenge could make its way into the genetic code. It’s not hard to imagine survival advantages in that… When one is raised in perfect comfort, perhaps the idea of making life more difficult becomes appealing — even to the point of pathology. If, indeed, one can claim that the desire to have one’s leg sawn off is “sick” while the desire to have one’s nose reduced is not…

What freaked me was the discusion of how these people had an alternate body image, like a transsexual, that their born-body didn’t match, and so they had never felt physically right in some instinctive way. This suggested that:

A) They are souls reborn.

B) In their last life, they were not human.

Perhaps they are fallen angels, and need amputations to suit their vague concepts of their severed, phantom wings.

Happy Birthday Cider !!!

“Hold your breath. Make a wish. Count to three.”
— Willy Wonka

Well, here I sit. Waiting for Dave and possibly Brian to swing by so we can all go see the sixth day.

Things on my mind. Talking about laws and drugs, I’ve heard many times that “drugs users do more time than rapists, childs molesters and murderers” in the Land of the Free. Can anyone infirm/confirm this, or give me some information about that? I’m getting ready to do some research on it myself, and figured I’d see if anyone else has already done my work for me.

I’ve gotten a request or two for fiction, so I’ll be posting a short piece here and there, and links to things that are more than a couple of hundred words. 🙂

Thank you for your support and interest. 🙂

After waking to an insistant newt, batting at my chin ~6am this morning, We played fetch for about an hour or so, taking the occasional time out to fall back asleep. with the drop of a fresh paperwad on my chest, I’d just grab it and toss it to the far side of the room…*Zzz-uh? Toss ZZZZ* until about 7am rolled along. At that point, the TV kicked on, letting me know it was time to get up and get moving for the day, despite my desire to stay snuggled in bed. Did a quick wakey-wakey dance, to get the blood flowing, and made a nice walk to the beach, defeated the point of the workout by getting a donut and coffee at the beachfront dunkin’ donuts. Chocolate honey-dipped, and black coffee, double sweet. tasty. walked back home, showered, and got dressed, then went to give blood from 9 to 11 am. watched big as blood was sicked from one arm, and everything butwhite blood cells were returned to the other. (I do apheresis,
not whole blood)… Today’s payday! huzzah!
Drinking coffee all day today, got to cut back on that stuff. Going to go see 6th man tonight with Dave, and Brian, maybe. I’m in a good mood, getting things done, and still have time to chat with the lioness of my affections at the same time. She’s so cool… *gush*…

So, where is robbo, in his grand travels? I’m guessing he’s at the grand canyon by now, enjoying the big hole in the ground. 🙂 I need a road-trip. Maybe this weekend I’ll get a fix by going walkabout for the day…. Perhaps I can get my bro to join me.

What’s for lunch?… must go forage. See you kids soon.