How foolish to have forgotten
the pinchcocks. And the tourniquet.
A sheath for every excrescence
would have been wise.
But now I’ve grown bionic
beyond my years, and whir
with positive displacement
whenever I micturate.
Small prices, really, for all
those memories of death.
as much as I liked it, the constant scanning around made me dizzy as all get out… maybe I can convince the artistically brilliant meemee to make me another one. 🙂
his new sidekick is not very good. reminds me of a local high-school broadcast level antics. poopies.
woo. Or even Wu! (Doug, that is) harper #1 in my book, and all around swell guy apparently called danny up last night, giving out his new phone number… sadly, he either doesn’t have the line hooked up yet, or some other weirdness is causing conection trouble. but rest assured that we’ll hear from him soon.
I have no plans for saturday…what to do. maybe just have a rest? my forward week is looking busy, update ID, take car eof a few bills for Suzy while she’s in the pokey, birthday goodies for Derek & Kevin. I should spend some time with Danny and Ray this weekend, I really haven’t spoken to Ray since oh, maybe a month or so ago. Perhaps Saturday will be good for that.
reviews on the googly eyed scotto are mixed… I think I’ll save it for ‘surprised or hyper’ moods when I get my paid account.
Doing a contract job for food for the poor. I have mixed feelings about feeding people overseas when there are hungry folks in my city. Is it wrong to want things better locally first, and then spread out from there? Another tactic is to hit the hungriest first, and go to the less hungry, I suppose… but how does a person calulate that sort of stuff? “Well, 1000 people died here last week… only 800 in haiti died.” The economy of human life is a difficult one for me to calculate. Is it wrong to feed the hungry at all? Opposing nature? (Don’t look at me, I’m totally in favor of good works… and opposing nature. If I wasn’t all my friends with glasses would be much worse off, not to mention the my back, athsmatics, and other ‘defectives’)
Day after day, alone on a hill
The man with the foolish grin
Is keeping perfectly still
But nobody wants to know him
They can see that he’s just a fool
As he never gives an answer
{Refrain}
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning round
Well on the way, head in a cloud
The man of a thousand voices
Talking perfectly loud
But nobody ever hears him
Or the sound he appears to make
And he never seems to notice
{Refrain}
And nobody seems to like him
They can tell what he wants to do
And he never shows his feelings
{Refrain}
He never listens to them
He knows that they’re the fools
They don’t like him
{Refrain}
She made my new icon… hee hee… I love it!
Happy Birthday, MytH!!!
Thanks for stoppin gin, reality… but I don’t see any of your entries? A professional lurker, or very private?
This is getting to be a routine with me. Still shaking off the sleepies that are clinging to me like some sort of mental kudzu. Newt bolted out of the house this morning, as I got back from doing laundry, and I had to use my ‘stun-volume’ yell to stop him from running out into the street. (It’s pretty cool… if I bellow at him really loudly, he’ll go down on is belly, and I can then sort of walk over to him and pick him up. I think he think’s it’s some sort of game.) Still, it’s better to yell at him than have him creamed in front of my apartment. Silly guy wanted to play paperwad fetch the rest of the morning before I went to work, so I obliged him. 🙂
I’ve decided to opt out of the papahood gig. I don’t think I could deal well with the emotional attachment to offspring I couldn’t really help raise.
Something I’m considering for my icon…. perhaps just for halloween.
I hooked up with my little bro, Cathi & Dave to go see Nurse Betty today. I wasn’t too crazy about it, somehow I was expecting a “Madcap comedic romp through the wacky misadventures of a waitress” or some such stuff. It was a good movie, but not a flavor I was expecting.
Mmm … mocha! Strong and rich — but not too sweet — you’re the flavor of late nights and early mornings. A coffeehouse regular, you’ve cornered the market on deep thoughts and probably have a little more than your fair share of brains. In fact, those who know you may even consider you an intellectual, a label that suits you just fine. Deep and thoughtful, you love the academic — or at least the structured pursuit of knowledge. And, since hitting the books often means all-nighters, what better flavor than mocha to keep you company? Chocolaty and intense, you’re a truly tasty treat.
thanks for linking to me!