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The ACC Expo this thanksgiving weekend is going to be better than that trek happening by far.

Did I hear you ask “Why?” dear journal? I’ll tell you.

  1. It’s only four blocks from my house.
  2. The War Memorial is a huge venue.
  3. They’re going to have wacky cosplay folks dressed in Anime costumes.
  4. There’s going to be a Heroclix tournament.
  5. There’s Bound to be a big honking dealer’s room of all sorts of good stuff! (43 of the 85 booth spaces are already sold)

For starters.

$7 to get in is very reasonable, too.

Seeing that horrid website reminded me that I need to put some time in on mine today… commencing now.

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Truth is stranger than fiction, because fiction has to make sense. Janet Reno was in town this last weekend… I forgot to mention it earlier. She is indeed sort of squatchy, according to reliable witnesses.

I think I’ve figured out what I’ll do with Dan on my next visit… 1000 blank white cards. Some highlights of other folk’s cards…(warning, some adult content, possibly not safe for work). I’m rather partial to “Win a dream date with Chewbacca” +526, and the food chain. (I didn’t know Blue whales ate cats!) The Boston set and Seattle set are both nice. Hummingbird thinks you are delicious. +5

Thirty Minutes With A Surly Harrison Ford – a funny glimpse into “roundtable” movie press junkets. Although, to be fair, you can’t fault Harrison Ford for an industry-wide publicity machine that favors fluffy sound bites over anything of substance, supplying ill-prepared reporters who ask dumb questions with steady jobs.

I saw something this morning while tooling around on the HZ… a dumpster diver. A possibly homeless guy going from trash bin to trash bin, collecting, stomping flat, and storing recyclable cans in 40 gallon trash bags. He had one that was already full, and a second that he was in the process of loading up. I wonder how much he gets per bag? When I was a Middle-school kid, living in Hypoluxo, I’d go collecting cans and load up about a bag or two over the course of a few hours… I seem to recall I got about $20 for three hour’s work, and that was back in the early 80s. Strange flashback… I remember my broomstick with a nail in it, and crushing the cans to small discs so that more would fit. The smell of that last dreg of beer coming out from under your shoe smelling so foul. As a kid, I thought it was urine, because of the color and reek. That Christmas, I get a Battlestar Galactica jacket… pictures of silver cylons on it, with the big double diamond base star on the back. I thought I looked so cool.

Singing kitty flash thing. Cute and vaguely disturbing.

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Had a nice visit with Dan this morning, while his Mrs. was at church… He taught me how to play the pokemon card game, which is cute… I beat him two games of three.. Orcs in the hood, we each won a game.

got home, and found a few messages on the machine… I suspect that my social day is over, though… I imagine that Dave has already headed to the movies or whatnot.

Dan’s house wasn’t so bad without A/C… we played on the porch with oscillating fans, and a storm front moved in.. nice cool air and dark clouds.

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I’m going to go visit Danny again tomorrow while his wife is at church. Good deal all around…I’m going to have to rustle up a game to bring with me…usually we just chitty-chatty, but I figure he’d like a little strategic distraction, too… he’s getting a little punchy being stuck at the house for so long.

Playing cards, or maybe pocket chess. I wish I could find my brawl decks…it’s buried in one of the “unpack later” boxes.

I know! I think it’ll be a day for bitin’ off hedz , or orcs in the hood.

Looking forward to the visit, but not the location. Dan’s A/C is out. He’s got fans, but I’ll be getting out of the house just in time if I leave at about noonish. I should launch from here about 8am if I want to spend about three hours at his house.

I spent a little time working on the home page today… I think I have it sort of how I like it. A little more twisting and tweaking, and I’ll be happy, methinks. I have to hand draw more “signage” on my palm.

At some point, I’m going to have to dig up my ball cap, too… I’ve been getting a lot of sun lately, and don’t want to burn. I may have some of my sun block in the medicine cabinet, but I prefer not to use that stuff if a visor will do the trick…I don’t go in for the “war paint” look. (Well…not all the time, anyhow.) I’m a big wuss-boy about burns… I get SPF of at least 15, just in case.

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*phew*

long, hot day on the road… it’s nice to be back.

I found a single route from my place to Dan’s… #22 will go all the way from the central term to hiatus road, and on either side, maybe six miles of bicycling.

happy to be home now… playtime with Newtie!

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Going to visit Dan this morning/midafternoon.. He had knee surgery, and is going to be all alone while his Mrs. is at church.. I couldn’t rouse the hippies to go to love fest… hopefully I can meet ci and her clan some other time soon…

I’ll try and take some piccies of my first bike/bus trip.

until this afternoon, dear journal!

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I got my phone, DSL and power switched over without a hitch… I have a new phone number now, because I located to a different exchange…but it’s a simple one to remember and it’s a nice pattern on the keypad. I have to get change of address forms at the post office tomorrow morning, and phase two will be complete. All that’ll remain is getting my stuff moved, and my security deposit back.

Breakfast with Danny tomorrow morning… I’ll get to hear how the wedding went today, and if he suffered through dancing or stood up to peer pressure and told them about his torn ligament. I hope he made a point of being strong, and abstained from hurting himself. I think we’ll hit Mack’s Groves, just because I won’t be visiting there unless I have business in the region from now on. I think that the new place will probably be the Floridian diner or one of the little places on Los Olas… or we’ll hit the Starlight Diner, because it’s close to where I work.

I gave him Kathy Wu’s phone number… I wonder if they’ll communicate much? I suspect not, just because Danny’s schedule is so hectic with what’s going on between his dad, his leg, summer classes, and assorted whatnot.

His Dad is released today from the hospital.. it sounds like he’s on the mend nicely from his Whipple Procedure.

Kevin is back from the doctor today… He’s been prescribed “Stress pills”… he says that he’s not been consciously feeling it, but the body certainly has been roughing him up.

I’d been hoping to have the 5th off as well as the 4th, but it looks like that might not happen. Perhaps a half-day, because things will be slow. I’ll be happy if I can get home by 6, instead of 9.

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Going to Breakfast with Dan tomorrow!

I’ll bet dollars to doughnuts that we hit the grove.

MmMM.. doughnuts!

ooh… little chocolate doughnuts… maybe I can convince him to go to dunkin’, instead.

or not… fresh, real orange juice is soooo tasty… maybe with a bagel?

Whatever the meal, he’ll be by tomorrow at 9am.

Off to pack some boxes and then read / kitty-snug before sleep.

Nighters, Dear journal!

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Hunches, intuition, subconscious perception or sensitivity…

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Whatever you call that “instinct of awareness”, I feel that there’s no reasonable denying that such though processes exist and work for some people in varying degrees.

I’ve always had pretty good fortune with them, myself… going with a “gut feeling” or acting on some cues that can’t really be explained more thoroughly than just saying “it feels right” or “it feels wrong”. When torn between matters of the heart and head I’ve found that the first instinct is usually a good one to run with… but far better is taking that instinct and tempering it with logic and a little thought if the time and brainpower is available.

Having a gut feeling is like a security blanket for me… probably much like that of being very opinionated. There are some things that I have no intuition for, and those things create in me a small sense of confusion… not really discomfort, but it does set off a desire to research facts about whatever it is that is eluding my gizzard. I think that’s part of why I like a lot of esoteric trivia… looking into something that I don’t have the first inkling about.

The other night, when Danny and I went out and about, we were driving through the rich area of Deerfield by the beach, looking for a place to eat. With Rose Red on my mind these last few days, I queried him about his feelings about an afterlife… anything ranging from the existence of souls, haunted houses, or reincarnation… something that he and I have never really discussed much. His response was a little disconcerting to me… along the lines of “I don’t know, and I prefer not to think about it”. I didn’t quite know what to make of that reply. It was honest, anyway. I suspect that he doesn’t like to think about it because he might think that it may reflect on his faith, somehow. That said though, had us change discussion topics to something else.

I don’t get how that mindset works, though. How do you opt not to think about something? Is it like changing the topic of conversation? If I don’t know something, I like to ponder it at least a little bit, do a little research and form an opinion or hypothesis if possible. I can’t say as there’s any topic that I’m not wanting to learn more about, in some way.

listening to old episodes of the shadow radio program… blue coal had a special “trial offer” of just one ton of coal for your furnace.

How long did a ton of coal last back then, in an average-sized coal-burning home? a week? a month? I really haven’t got a clue, being an adult Floridian in the 21st century.