Archive for April, 2003

“Day by day, the seasons pass…”

Wednesday, April 30th, 2003

Tuesday
From sunny and (mostly) clear to cloudy with traces of sun, it was a good day. Nothing too out of the ordinary. No bad attitudes. “Nothing to get hung about…”

Song of the Day
Born to Run and Glory Days by Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band

Stray Toasters

  • I watched 7 Days again tonight. The difference was that tonight I watched it “with” Adam; apparently, OSU feeds basic cable to the dorm rooms. I had forgotten how much fun it is to watch a program with someone with whom you are talking online.
  • Ginger snaps. If I have to explain… *shakes head*
  • Groove. Boogie. Sway.
  • ::: pounce :::
  • : Yes, I do. I’ve known Monty for a couple of years and I worked with Thom at the USPS for a while. I hear that Monty will be filling in with your band this weekend; tell him I said “hello.”
  • Boomerang (the network, not the aboriginal weapon/tool) can throw unexpected curves. Tonight, I was looking for something to watch and came upon Jonny Quest (the 60s series). Of course, I watched it. Then came the curve. Centurions. A toon that I used to watch after school in the mid 80s. As much as I enjoyed it then, I can see that it hasn’t stand up to the test of time very well. But, that didn’t stop me from watching it tonight. Like G.I. Joe, the end of each episode had a “learning moment” kind of epilogue/story; tonight’s was about the Space Shuttle.
  • According to this post on Slashdot, it seems as though RIAA’s own Hilary Rosen will be helping to draft the new Intellectual Property laws in Iraq. May Allah have mercy upon them.
  • Speaking of which, this article amused me. Click the “i” in “Mirror” to see the comic strip in question. I just noticed that Swing Out Sister’s version of “Am I the Same Girl” was playing while I was looking at that strip. Irony, thou art a mistress with a wicked sense of humor…

Namaste.

“…and fell into a fitful sleep…”

Tuesday, April 29th, 2003

Monday
GRRR. Well, not really “GRRR,” but it was definitely a Monday.

It started when I went to bed. My knee was still a little achy and my stomach was… “upset.” That’s the best description. Not quite “queasy,” but not “fine,” either. I took a couple of Tums and tried to sleep. The operative word there was “tried.”

As I lay in bed, Morpheus mocked me. He would give me brief glimpses of the lands beyond the gates of The Dreaming, but all to abruptly, I was cast back into the Waking World. This went on for a couple hours. It was maddening. When my alarm went off at 8:30, I was not happy. Nor did I feel well. While the stomach uneasiness had subsided (for the most part), my head, knee and back had decided to join the protest. I called work and told them that I would be in later in the day… and went back to sleep.

This attempt was fairly successful. When I awakened a few hours later, I felt a good deal better. Well enough to take a stab at facing the day. And so, I did.

Work was. That’s about all that I can say about it. I still wasn’t feeling “tip top,” so my head wasn’t fully in the game. I stayed for about 5½ hours before I decided to pack it in. Everyone else seemed to be having “a Monday,” too, so they were ready to leave around the same time.

After work, I came home and rested for a bit. Then, went with Jess to have dinner at Guru’s. After that, it was off to see the Wizard… visit and Brad. Wookie and Spydr were there; we’re going to be victims players in a game the Brad will be GM’ing. *nod* It’s been… a few… years since I’ve done much gaming. This should be good.

Song of the Day
Ashes by Middle Fold

Stray Toasters

  • It may be time for a bit of Spring Cleaning. Or, at the least, a time for me to consider applying judicious use of the “Delete Comment” feature on certain replies to my posts. Or replies to friends of mine who make comments on my posts. I find that a recurring… no, make that “an annoying and recurring” item that has appeared over the last few weeks. And, as the saying goes: “And if thine eye offend thee, pluck it out, and cast it from thee…” (Matthew 18:9) I don’t just intend to “pluck it out,” I’m swinging for the fences.
  • Has Darth Vader (Sith Lord and all-around galactic badass) finally renounced the Dark Side and found God?! He’s been spotted in the National Cathedral. o_O Truth stranger than (science) fiction. See for yourself.
  • Reality Television. The term has been used ad infinitum. And, for the most part, it’s become an oxymoron. But, it seems as though PBS is going to try and change that… again. They are going to broadcast a series with people cast to portray (yes, the key word here is “portray”) the residents of a turn of the (20th) century Scottish manor, from the Lord and Lady of the Manor to the servants. Instead of being “Big Brother: The Early Years” or “The Real World: Generation 1900,” they are making it more like a history program with real-life demonstrations. THIS I could get into.
  • This, however, I can – and will – not. “Reality Central?” *sigh* I won’t wait to look for an indicator that the drain is open, I’ll pull the plug myself.

Namaste.

“A tired mind become a shapeshifter…”

Monday, April 28th, 2003

Sunday
I don’t think that words can adequately explain how badly my knee ached this morning. Suffice if to say: A lot. Oh well. “That which does not kill me…” as the saying goes.

After a bit of puttering around the apartment, I headed to Borders. For some drawing and Cafe Mocha. I picked up a few new magazines. In a bookstore, who would have thought it possible?! Friend Angela showed up and we chatted for a bit. There was even a cameo appearance by .

Back home and then off for dinner (Desert Edge), coffee (Salt Lake Coffee Break) and a movie. We saw Identity. joined us for coffee and the movie (It was nice to finally meet you.) If I was to say anything other than “This was a very well-done film,” I’d be giving too much away. So, I’ll leave it at: “If you have the opportunity, see it.” I would even see it again, to see if I can pick up on things that I missed in the first viewing.

And, as far as a recap of yesterday, events went more or less in this order:

  • I woke up feeling not quite 100%, so I stayed around the apartment for the early part of the day. I was firing on all cylinders towards early afternoon.
  • I had a really good conversation with , while she was taking a study break.
  • I decided to take a cue from Prince’s “Sign O the Times” and Play in the Sunshine and met and others for a few games of Ultimate. Which is where I did… something untoward… to my knee. I still don’t remember when “whatever” happened, but by the time we left it was achy. Not at all fun.
  • Word of the Day: Nizlee!
  • Home for a shower and then off to dinner at Sampan. There was a couple directly behind our table and, apparently, they knew the people at the next table over from them. It was a little odd to hear them talking about how good the food was at another Chinese restaurant (Asian Star, home of many a Mallday). Kind of like going to Car Dealership A and boasting about how smooth a ride you though a car from Dealership B. But, it was good for a laugh.
  • Bowling. And on a less than jake (but better than ezra) knee, it was something of a challenge for the first couple of games. It was still a good night… even though I missed getting another 200 game by one pin! Verdammt.
  • Post-bowling breakfast fare followed, with a second-reel appearance by and the Brad. And “The Singles” were there. One of them gave another one something that we are assuming was a face/scalp massage, but we could not swear that it wasn’t some Vulcan mating ritual or bizarre mind meld. Robert made an analogy to Mr. Burns’ brain massage from The Simpsons… and we couldn’t rule that out as a possibility, either.
  • Nyx: Are you pondering what I’m pondering?

I just checked the clock and realized that it is much later than I had planned on being up. Damn those bright, shiny objects and their power to distract and mesmerize! *shakes fist* And with that, I am off to wander around The Dreaming.

Namaste.

“Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream…”

Sunday, April 27th, 2003

Saturday
Woke up.
Did things.
Came home.
And now, I’m going to bed.

I will say this: Live was mistaken when they sang Pain Lies on the Riverside. I know this because pain is currently inhabiting my knees.

A recap of the day can, and will, wait for tomorrow.
Now, it is time to sleep.

Namaste.

“Respond. Vibrate. Feedback. Resonate.”

Saturday, April 26th, 2003

Friday
I took the day off so that I could take care of a few things. But that still left the better part of the day to do whatever I wanted. And I did. One of those things was to pick up my comics from Hastur’s. I didn’t have time to wander leisurely, but I shall… soon.

After last night’s late-night editing session, I was zombie-like this afternoon. I took a nap. I intended it to last about 00:30, but it wound up being somewhere in the 01:30 range. I remember waking up after the allotted half-hour… and deciding that “a few more minutes” wouldn’t hurt. Apparently, I needed the rest. Post-nap, it was closing in on dinner time. Feeling carnivorous, The Outback was the most desirable option. Jess, Robert and I dined well.

Song of the Day
Hot Sausage Picasso by Jonni Lightfoot

Stray Toasters

  • I don’t recall how or where I came across this.
  • The 35th Anniversary Issue of Rolling Stone is out this week. The cover story is “American Icons.” I’m curious as to what archetypes they assert as iconic. However, I did read the article by Kevin Smith (yes, THAT Kevin Smith) on superheroes as icons. Imagine that. It was a spot-on assessment.
  • – Two things: 1) According to the aforementioned Rolling Stone, Peaches is working on a new CD. It is scheduled for a fall release. 2) The Science of the Moist Towelette, from Slashdot.
  • Fosters. Australian for “beer.”
  • From the “You Can’t Be Serious” news files comes this item. Civilization. Drain. Circle.
  • Slickdeals and Techdeals. Check ’em out.
  • A few weeks ago, I made a comment about a live-action Pac-Man movie being in the works. According to this, it seems that the rumors were true. The article also talks about other game-to-film adaptations that are in the wings.

Namaste.

“1001001…. S.O.S…”

Friday, April 25th, 2003

Thursday
Working 9 to 5
What a way to make a living.

Today was more like 10 to 8. And aside from about an hour-and-a-half of irritation/frustration with a couple of applications, it was a rather good day at work. It was a good day, overall. Blue skies. A light wind. And most likely, the last day of work for me this week; I may go in for a little while on Saturday, but I’ll have to see how things go. *shrug*

Song of the Day

  • The Heat Is On by Glenn Frey
  • All She Wants to Do Is Dance by Don Henley
  • Life’s Been Good by Joe Walsh

Stray Toasters

  • I have just spent the past hour and some change proofreading and editing a paper for Adam. It is due Friday (25 Apr 03) at 1:30 PM. *sigh* I love these last minute, last ditch battles… If I could figure out why his email program is stripping the attachment, I’d be batting 1.000. (Update: He wasn’t using Eudora, which I had set up for him. I don’t know what it is about whatever other program that he was using that would have automatically blocked/removed an attachment.)
  • Tucks. (…your tail between your legs and run. Friar. Medicated pads. Nip and…)
  • Excerpt from a conversation with :

    [13:05) : Tell me something funny.
    [13:05] : what’s a zebra?

    [13:05] : the largest size!!!!!

    I actually chuckled at that. I think that it even crossed over into a full-scale laugh.

  • I talked to a friend of mine who was having “a day.” She needed an ear and some time to talk; I was able to offer both. And glad to do so.
  • I chatted with this evening. Topics ranged from Jeeps and the Quebecois to camping, halflings and hair braiding. A little on the random side, but damned funny.
  • 7 Days. A show that had so much potential, but got the short shrift.
  • : Is it bad that I gave a certain someone special exemption/permission to pull Jon’s hair at/after Ultimate, if the urge came over her?

In the words of Barenaked Ladies: “This is where it ends.”

Namaste.

“Science, like nature, must also be tamed…”

Thursday, April 24th, 2003

Wednesday
Work.
Blah blah blah.
Home.

There was actually a little more to the day than that. Including finally having lunch with Jonni (1, 2) along with Chris and Roger from work. It was the first time that I’ve seen him since he cut his hair. Big change, but same Jonni. Lunch was a little longer than usual. But it was good. And a lot of fun.

Song of the Day
Too Much Time on My Hands by Styx

Stray Toasters

  • The day started with a phone call. From my father. He called to tell me that he had seen one of my best friends at a memorial service. That was the only reason that he called. It took me a couple of minutes to stop laughing about that after I hung up.
  • At the close of some episodes of The Adventures of Superman, Clark Kent (portrayed by George Reeves) would sometimes make a tongue-in-cheek comment and then he would “break the fourth wall” and wink at the camera. I’m not sure if that was a nod towards the old series, but at the end of the Superman movies, Christopher Reeve (no relation) would smile at the camera as he flew around the world.

Super-Sized Stray Toaster
I had a very random… thought a couple of days ago. And it was inspired by, of all things, the toothpaste tube.

We’ve learned to define, and in many cases explain, the forces at work around us. We’ve used science to shape our world into a more comfortable place. That’s not necessarily a “bad” thing. For example, I doubt that many would argue against the convenience of using a pen/pencil and paper as opposed to using stone tablets and charcoal. A calculator handles number crunching faster (and in larger numbers) than using fingers and toes. I’ve heard that abacus users can be rather fleet of finger, too, but for the sake of argument, we’ll consider that a simple calculator. Cars convey us from place to place faster than walking; trains and planes do the same thing, but at an even more swift rate.

But it does seem that at some times we have let our quest for “Let’s make it easier to…” run amok (amok amok). And that brings us to toothpaste. No, that’s not really my point. Let’s try again… “And that brings us to the toothpaste tube.” Ah. That’s much better. But, I can narrow the focus even more: The toothpaste tube cap.

It’s amazing how “simple” we need/want things to be and the toothpaste tube cap exemplifies this: For years (read: “decades”), the screw-on top reigned supreme as the perfect way to keep the toothpaste in the tube. A couple of twists and it was off. Squeeze the tube, apply toothpaste to your toothbrush. A couple of twists and it was on the tube once more. Form and function were both served.

But, sometime in the past… five to ten years, someone figured out that a flip-top would be even easier to use: Flip up. Squeeze. Flip down. Simple! And, yes, this can be considered a step forward. But I can also see another side of the issue: Have we really become so enamored with “easy of use/easy access” that we have found making a couple of finger twists “too difficult?” The first answer that comes to mind is “Yes.” But, again, there is more to it: If you look at your flip-top cap, it still has a screw-on top! Is it a concession to “old school” tooth brushers? Is it nostalgia? Or could it simply be that they haven’t found a foolproof way to keep toothpaste from coagulating under the flip-top cap? We may never know. At least not until someone comes along with something new or better… or easier.

That’s all. For now.

Namaste.

“Lost in a world of my own…”

Wednesday, April 23rd, 2003

Tuesday
Tonight was the Livejournal Meetup. We met at the Borders across from Fashion Place Mall. In all, there were 8½ of us… and the “half” was only because Young Miss Fiona is not (officially) a journaler, though she is regularly featured in ‘s LJ. It was an interesting (in a good way) gathering. And fun… it was fun, as well. And, as an added bonus, Fiona drew a wonderful picture of the Powerpuff Girls, Professor Utonium and Mojo Jojo in my sketchbook! Whether she knew that I was a PPG fan is beside the point. The point being: I have an original drawrin’ from her and you don’t. Let the jealously ensue.

Song of the Day

  • Buttercup (I’m a Super Girl) by Shonen Knife
  • Love Makes the World Go Round by The Powerpuff Girls

Stray Toasters
Nothing of note tonight; possibly there will be something of interest on the morrow.

Namaste.

“Basic elemental instinct to survive stirs the higher passions – thrill to be alive.”

Tuesday, April 22nd, 2003

It’s Earth Day.
…and it’s raining. There are even signs of snow across the UT/NV border. Who says that Mother Nature doesn’t have a sense of humor.

I also find it more than mildly amusing that the page for the official Earth Day site, to quote Internet Explorer, “…cannot be displayed.” Heavy traffic? Server(s) gone down? *shrug* Who knows…?

“Lovely Lady Liberty with her book of recipes, and the finest one she’s got…”

Tuesday, April 22nd, 2003

Monday
Today was a pretty decent day. Work wasn’t bad. Aside from a little rain, it the weather was decent. And I had a nice post-work evening.

Song of the Day
Willow Weep for Me by Nina Simone

She was one of my mother’s favorite, if not “the favorite,” artists; I grew up listening to her music. She passed away today at her home in France. She had a long career -spanning nearly 50 years- and a style that was definitely unique. Here is a list of the songs for which she was famous.

Goodbye.

Stray Toasters

  • Bonus points to whomever can correctly identify the origin of my subject line, without having to look it up.
  • If you haven’t visited Dude Studios, do so. Check out the Star Dudes “movies.” All of the fun of the Star Wars movies… in only five minutes (give or take), each.
  • I have been waiting for someone to make a comment about one particular item since the whole “French” / “Freedom” tripe started; was the first person to say anything – at least, she is the first person whom I noticed said something. The item: The Statue of Liberty. People seem to “forget” that she was a gift from the government of France. *shrug*
  • The Supreme Court is reviewing the Miranda Ruling. As in “You have the right to remain silent…” It seems that a case in Colorado has called into question the admissibility of evidence that was found because of something that a suspect said before he was fully advised of his rights. It will be most interesting to see how this plays out.
  • I like Slashdot. I was wandering around it today and came across a link to this gem. Lego. LOTS of Lego. LOTS of time invested in this. “Too much time…?” Maybe, but I have to give points for creativity and effort.
  • Late evening coffee… including more not-quite-obscene-but-sure-to-get-odd-looks fun with The Hand. It’s amazing how people will stare at a wooden hand wielding a ketchup-as-blood-tipped knife in a manner that was unquestionably full of ominous intent.
  • “Murder is love.” That was the random quote that popped up during the coffee outing. I’ll spare you the digressions that we took from those three words. They did, however, make us laugh. Quite a bit, in fact. And, before someone gets their (fill in your favorite underwear/MMPP manufacturer and/or type) in a wad: That thread of the conversation was said in jest.
  • It seems as though I can get my 7 Days fix on TNN. I’ll have to balance against my Voyager viewing, as it seems that they are on at the same time.

And with that, I bid you good night.

Namaste.

“Feeling unlimited…”

Monday, April 21st, 2003

Sunday
Today was an excellent day. From the people that I got to see and/or talk with to the things that I did to the weather (70° and breezy), it was an all-round great day.

After a less-than-completely-sound sleep, I got up to face the day. I was surprised with an Easter basket. Complete with a stuffed rabbit and enough candy to make dentists’ eyes glaze over with glee. (Note to : There were even a couple of Cadbury Eggs in there.)

I talked with various members of my family today. Even the international sister-unit. Everyone seems to be doing well.

Being “holiday orphans,” we were invited to join some friends for a family afternoon at the park; this included lunch and an Easter egg hunt. I haven’t been part of an Easter egg in MANY years. I think since my sister Kristen was little (so, over 10 years…) The only word that comes to mind to describe the kids running around looking for eggs is: “Cute.” I also got in a bit of kite flying – it was the perfect day for it. I had at least 00:30 of actual flying time; the kite didn’t touch the ground until I was done flying. It was great.

After that, Jess, and I met at Borders for a little reading, talking and drawing. We were there for about an hour. I got a couple of sketches done; m3l critiqued and suggested things for me to practice.

Then it was off for coffee and tonight’s movie. While having coffee, I got another surprise call. This time, there was no bad news involved. It was from my Godmother (not a Fairy Godmother, but I wouldn’t trade her in for all the magic wands in Disney and/or all of the Grimm fairy tales combined). I haven’t talked to her in two years, give or take a month or two. We talked for almost :30… and it was good. Tonight’s movie selection was: Bulletproof Monk. It was fun. An Oscar-worthy movie? Probably not, but it was fun to watch. It wasn’t pretentious nor did it try to be a cinema magnum opus. It was a comic book on the big screen. I liked it. I think that I’ll be buying it when it comes out on DVD. The trailers that preceded the movie were all right… with the noted exception of the one for The Real Cancun. I heard multiple “What the Hell…” comments from all over the theatre. It’s good to know that I wasn’t alone in that assessment.

Like I said earlier: It was an excellent day.

Namaste.

Just a quick note to say…

Sunday, April 20th, 2003

Happy Easter.

I hope that everyone has a safe and enjoyable holiday.

“All this time we’re burning like bonfires in the dark… A billion other blazes are shooting off their sparks, every spark a drifting ember of desire, to fall upon the earth and spark another fire.”

Sunday, April 20th, 2003

Saturday
Today was an all-around good day… even though I had to work for a few hours. Even work wasn’t too bad. The day itself was good, too: blues skies and a decent temperature. As for the rest of the post-work day, it included: Ultimate (frisbee), bowling, and breakfast. And guest appearances by and

I also received a bit of a double-edged surprise today: My Godsister (daughter of my Godparents) called me. Out of the ordinary, yes, but always welcome. She called to relay a bit of bad news – A friend of ours (he was closer to being like a “cousin” in our extended family) died. My main reaction was a repeated, stunned “Wow;” she said that was pretty much all that she could say when she first found out. She didn’t know many details, but she wanted to make sure that I knew what had happened. She also asked that I get in touch with a couple of friends of ours and pass the news on to them. I did. Wow. I’m going to miss him.

Stray Toasters

  • I played Ultimate this afternoon. I realized that there is something more than just the benefit of a good cardio workout; it was good on a more… primal… level. To simply run around the field – jumping, catching and throwing the frisbee – was good in helping to regain a bit of balance. Not spending time thinking about Situation X or Problem Y. Letting the world outside of the park stand still or even just “go away.” Just being in the moment. It was great. Another plus: came to hang out with us.
  • Oreo milkshake. Very tasty.
  • I followed a link on Backwash to a story on this site about Cadbury Easter Eggs. (Thanks to for pointing it out!) I then wandered around the site a bit. There were some rather amusing items on there; this includes, but is not limited to, a story about Santa Claus and Metroplex (a Transformers® robot) trying to pop Jiffy-Pop® popcorn.
  • While looking at the X-Entertainment site, above, I ran across an ad for an upcoming movie called The Real Cancun. It is by the producers of the MTV series The Real World and Road Rules. It is a “reality-based” movie. Even “better,” it follows 16 college students (“cast members”) over the course of Spring Break in Cancun, Mexico. Do we really need this?

    As William Shakespeare wrote in As You Like It (Act ii, Sc. 7):

    All the world’s a stage,
    And all the men and women merely players.

    This is an apt analogy. But at what point did we become cast members in a global version of The Truman Show? I know that we have allowed our collective cultural voyeurism desires/tendencies to make us want to know/see more about what goes on in the “everyday” life of Person A, B and/or C, but into what have we let it evolve… or more aptly “devolve?” This, to me, is yet another drain-circling indicator.

  • To a gamer (and many movie buffs), the term “Easter Egg” is fairly well-known. I had thought that the term was close to being common/general knowledge. Apparently, I was mistaken. In going from being a “superpower” to becoming a “hyperpower,” it seems that we have left other countries in our technological dust. This would seem to hold true for our cousins across The Pond. This article, from BBC News Online, explains the story behind Easter Eggs that are not dyed, candy-/money-filled, or hanging from trees (which is a concept that I never understood).
  • A poseable, wooden hand “mannequin” is a good aid for drawing. It is also a dangerous thing to set on a dinner table… especially when people let their senses of humor take over when manipulating it.

That’s it for now. It’s time to hit the rack.

Namaste.

“If I could only reach that dial inside and turn it up…”

Saturday, April 19th, 2003

Friday
A Jedi Shall Not Know Anger. Nor Hatred. Nor Love.
A Jedi Shall Not Know Anger. Nor Hatred.
A Jedi Shall Not Know Anger.

I have a long way to go before becoming a full-fledged Jedi, it would seem. Today, I knew anger. Intimately. It wasn’t an anger focused at any particular person or thing. It was more like a shroud that descended upon me over the course of the day. It was an odd thing: The day started and proceeded nicely, but sometime around 4:30 PM, I could tell that something was amiss. I couldn’t put my finger on “what” it was, though. That, too, was troubling. And, I think that it possibly set into motion a cyclic pattern, much like the Ouroboros (1, 2) biting its own tail – An irritability that could not be defined turning to anger… which created an irritability…. which fueled an anger… The shroud had lifted somewhat by the time I left work (nearly 9:00).

I went to Borders to escape into a world of paper, graphite and caffeine. and were there, so we sat and talked. And read. And drew. And drank coffee and chai. The shroud had disappeared by the time that we left. I felt much better.

Song of the Day
Closer to Fine by The Indigo Girls

Stray Toasters

  • I’m going to work tomorrow. For a few hours. Am I looking forward to it? Not really. But, things need to get done. And so, I will surrender a few hours to the common good.
  • For some reason, writing about tonight’s mood reminded me of the line “I am Jack’s raging bile duct.” Thus, I present to you: Quotes from Fight Club.
  • Chinese President Hu Jintao has ordered officials not to cover up information about SARS cases in China. Many have said that the successor to Jiang Zemin was merely another follower of the traditional Party line and a fairly strict adherent to the methods and policies of his predecessor. Could this really be the start of a new era in the Chinese government, after all?
  • Scott Peterson: Guilty or not guilty? One would think that a man whose wife and unborn child went missing would show signs of some emotion. Instead, he went fishing. Allegedly alone. 90 miles from home. Was it just a coincidence that the bodies weren’t found too far from where he said that he went fishing? Things that make you go ‘Hmmm…’

I’m tapped. It’s time to call it a night.

Namaste.

“I’m just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round…”

Friday, April 18th, 2003

Thursday
One step closer to the edge the weekend. Amen. On the whole, it was a pretty good day. A little cooler than I would have liked, but not unbearably so.

There was a/another note on the door this morning from the neighbors across the landing. It was written on the bottom of the note that I left last night. And, she (I’m taking a leap and figuring that it was the wife who left it) apologized about the note that was left last night “…if it sounded rude.” And she even “hope[d] you didn’t burn yourself when it spilled.” (I didn’t.) Vindication is a good thing.

Song of the Day

  • Good Golly Miss Molly by Little Richard
  • Valerie by The Monkees
  • Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac

Stray Toasters

  • Harry Chapin’s Cat’s in the Cradle came on the radio this afternoon; I’d never really given the lyrics much thought before. I listened to them and the lines

    When you coming home, son?
    I don’t know when…
    But we’ll get together then…
    You know we’ll have a good time then

    stuck out and reminded me of conversations that my mother and I have along those lines. It made me smile.

  • I have seen two new Snapple commercials tonight: One was with the bottles performing a at a synchronized swimming competition; the other showed bottles “running with the bulls” in Pamploma. But they weren’t bulls… they were guinea pigs. O_o
  • Thanks to everyone who commented on this morning’s post. I enjoyed the feedback. (And, sorry that I trumped you on posting it, Matt!)
  • Cats can – and will – fall asleep just about anywhere, it seems.
  • Backwash. Unusual name, good site.
  • I decided to take a spin at uroulette and wound up here. *shrug*

That’s it.

Namaste.