ScaryClown, who is an extremely cultured individual while being one of the rudest and most emotionally malformed individuals I’ve ever met, is a good person to walk in the woods with. The walks in the woods close to work which we take at lunch are an endless education, as he (and Patricia to an extent) [...]
Patricia sends this link about how bloggin’ be good for ya. Well, let me tell you something, world.
I phoned Jeff last night after going a little wacky at the mall (total haul $100, shoes and tights) and said, “Don’t feel like cooking. How do you feel about the Keg?” which plan met with enthusiastic endorsement. Out of respect for mOm’s diet I’m going to skip the usual trough report. My plants arrived! [...]
ow ow ow At least they didn’t expose them on a hillside. Drugs = bad, kids.
Ha… ID versus Evolution.
ScaryClown, Robof9, Patricia and I went for a walk at lunch. We found unidentified wiggly things in a pond, and this poor halfgrown mole, quite dead. Yes, I touched his fur. I had to know. It is very soft.
So last night Mike asked what I was up to (the first time the phone rang with my new ring tone, Elvis Costello’s Pump it Up) and I said Nothin – so he came over and watched Shoot Em Up with me and Jeff. I fed him mango and beer – and home made garlic [...]
So I get off at Brentwood Town Centre and there she is – Marie – and I know the bird is different. This one is Perry the peregrine. She was so pretty, so ethereally beautiful, that my heart justabout stopped. I regret the quality, but I didn’t want to use a flash.
Killing pigeons in Brentwood Town Centre Skytrain Station. Yay!!!
I said more later…. here it is. So I’m walking down from the bus loop. That’s the Arts and Sciences building to the right – not shown, and the TASC building is right ahead. Okay… now that you’ve seen it, the lovely woodsy walk, you have to ask yourself… What’s this like on a foggy [...]
My mOm made both of these quilts – Keith actually owns the Serenity one but I snagged it for the time being.
We have been whiling away the hours until we get word of the safe – or not – landing of the Phoenix on Mars by doing laundry, drilling holes in things (I finally got the other anchor for a guitar strap drilled into the Seagull – I only bought the hardware 8 months ago and [...]
Sock it to me.
