welcome, idigital, and lump!
… — … to you know who, too.
a new day… a chance to begin again…
in a land of opportunity and adventure. hm.. maybe.
Slept wonderfully last night, Newton was a little beast though, knocked over a bag of hay I found in the closet from my old scarecrow costume a few years back. he’s having a good time, but it’s going to be messy to pick up.
Work goes slow, but steady… so much so that I’ve not had much time to write. I think I’ll have to focus on a good short story on the weekend, just to keep my hands in.
Remembering a quote from an old Thor comic…”Fatherless son of a She-Dog!”
I suppose that’s asgardian shakespeare for bastard, SOB. I often wondered why scandinavian gods in marvel comics talked like they were english nobility. ::shrug::
I could use some purple throat-potion… but I think I’ll have to settle for the detritus that’s served at the local vending machines. Apple Juice in a can! woo hoo! hmm.. after that exclamation, I think I’ll opt for Yoohoo!
It’s like chocolate milk, but it never goes bad. Better living through radiation.
I think this was mentioned before…
I wonder how hard it is to find ‘x degrees of you r LJ’ like I can click on ‘La Traviata’ and see how many hops it takes to get to my journal. maybe a graphic representation, like the friends?
Anyhow.. just a wonderin’. 🙂
poi dog pondering. what a great band. :)
The Ancient Egyptians
(A Love Letter to Jonathan Richman)
Well the Ancient Egyptians, and the other Africans
The Mayans, the Incas, and all the Polynesians.
All around the world, a long long time ago,
People would walk, where ever they had to go.
They didn’t have car keys, and they didn’t have roads —
They didn’t have those ugly convenience stores, or Texacos
In fact, all around the world, a long long time ago,
people would walk, where ever they had to go.
Well now it’s the 1990’s, and the gasoline does flow,
but I still try and walk most of the places I have to go
But sometimes my friends will stop and say,
“Hey Frank! There’s a bus or a cab over there…
Why don’t we go ahead and get in it?”
But I say no, no, no, and didn’t you know,
you get to know things better when they go by slow.
Having a day.
hurry up and wait seems to be the nature of the beast.
I have a beautiful window of opportunity that’s opened up, but nothing to do the processes on. drat. I think I’ll end up waiting around an hour, then get it late. perhaps I should go questing for food now… that’ll cause the stuff to get here earlier.
I’m rather concerned about Katherine, but I think she’ll come through her trouble-time pretty well. I just don’t like to have any friends suffering for any reason. I think that she realises how many people care about her, and want only the best for her well-being.
On another note, I must research shopping carts (of the online variety.)
welcome!
glad to have eliss and mauracelt along for the ride.. been enjoying them for a little bit now!
it;s raining, it’s pouring…
the old man is snoring…
Today’s forcast. Very moist!
I wanted just to sleep and sleep and sleep today. I was snoozing, Newtie on my neck, and as comfy as my bed’s pseudo-womb-like qualities could deliver. but, in order to pay the bills I got up, and puttered into work a bit late.
I’m well rested though. first sexy dreams in a while… I wrote them down when I first work up, who knows, I might even post them in non-private mode. 🙂 Unlikely. Not something I’m apt to share.
Back to work for me! I have Friday off, so I need to get on top of things here.
Folks…
as much as I enjoy and admire Darktrain… I am not him, and he is not me. Papoose and Kellie both have mentioned this. I am complimented but find it vaguely disconcerting… I can’t do all that writing! besides, I’d be major schizo if I carried those kinds of conversations back and forth.
I am jacks skewed sense of irony.
welcome!
Welcome Lianna!
from sayra’s LJ
Sayra had this, and I had to put it up!
Foil the Filters Contest!
Oh, I had to post this:
The Frolic Award
For fun at censorware’s expense
Winner
Peacefire’s Bennett Haselton takes the prize for his fun with Cybersitter. Bennett started with this phrase: “Gary Bauer is a staunch anti-homosexual conservative who sees the gay movement as absolutely pure fascism and thinks movies of men with men are the greatest terror.”
After Cybersitter’s keen filters attacked it, here’s what came out: “Gary Bauer is a staunch anti-conservative who sees the gay movement as absolutely pure and thinks movies of men with men are the greatest.”
bumper sticker.
Eat the rich. The poor are tough and stringy.
what is it with cannibalism these days? I can’t swing a rock on a string without hitting a reference!
welcome back, Jane!
JaneDeau’s back. 🙂 Anyone who was wondering, she’s up and posting again.
2 friends ran away!
I lost a pair of pals! I guess my new pic scared ’em away, or I’ve been boring lately… oh well. bye!
good morning!
good night’s sleep with the CPAP thing on… a little more used to it, but the pressure is still a trifle awkward.
Got up early this morning, giving little bro his VCR, he had me hold it for him while in Hawaii. I can’t find the remote… d’oh. Ah well, I’ll but him a universal to use on his TV and the VCR… hopefully that’ll do. going to loan him some movies, as he has no cable…not sure what, yet, just a big mix of what I have lying around.
Newtie’s a goon…chasing me all over the house, as I tear it apart looking for cables and the remote… we ended up playing fetch as I went, just to accomplish my goals…
Well, off to prepare for work, shower, shave the non-goatee, and have some yogurt and total. 🙂 yum yum!
watching road to wellville on Comedy Central.
Interviewer: Sir, how often should one evacuate one’s bowels?
Dr. John Harvey Kellogg: One should never, ever, interrupt one’s desire to defecate. I have inquired at the Bronx and London Zoos as to the daily bowel evacuations of primates. It is not once, twice, or three times, sir, but four. At the end of an average day, their cages are filled with a veritable mountain of natural health.
Interviewer: And, sex?
Dr. John Harvey Kellogg: Sex is the sewer drain of a healthy body, sir! Any use of the sexual act other than procreation is a waste of vital energy! Wasted seeds are wasted lives!
Interviewer: Uh, eating meat?
Dr. John Harvey Kellogg: “He that killeth the ox is as if he slew a man.” Each juicy morsel of meat is alive, and swarming with the same filth as found in the carcass of a dead rat. Meat eaters, sir, are drowning in a tide of gore. What is a sausage? A sausage is an indigestible balloon of decayed beef, riddled with tuberculosis. Eat and die! For I have seen many a repentant meat glutton his body full of uric acid and remorse, his soul adrift on the raft in the ocean of poisonous slime, sloshin’ against the walls of the body’s kitchen.
Interviewer: Smoking?
Dr. John Harvey Kellogg: The liver is the only thing standing between the smoker and death! Also certain other things have to be avoided… like, uh, feather beds, and romantic novels… and the, uh, touching of one’s organs. Masturbation is the silent killer of the night! The vilest sin of self-pollution! It is the sin of Onan!
Interviewer: Uh, Dr. Kellogg, how did you come to invent the corn flake?
Dr. John Harvey Kellogg: The corn flake, sir, is just one of my 75 creations for heathy livin’, among them peanut butter and the electric blanket.
Interviewer: And what about your imitators? There are 103 other corn flakes presently being manufactured here in Battle Creek!
Dr. John Harvey Kellogg: Sir, corn is the injuns gift to the new world, and the corn flake is my gift to the entire world.
Interviewer: And what do you think about your brother?
Dr. John Harvey Kellogg: My brother, W.K. Kellogg, worked for me as a low-paid assistant for many years. Now he’s off on his own and amassin’ fortunes with my corn flake invention. Unfortunately, he has chosen the family name to promote it. But the whole world knows only one Kellogg: me, Dr. John Harvey Kellogg! Surgeon, inventor, author, and crusader for biological livin’! I do not seek monetary rewards, for I am called to a greater glory. Here at the Battle Creek Sanitarium, the spirits soar, the mind is educated, and the bowels—the bowels are born again!