journal roulette
i know this is a day old, but i just love this photo. the attendant article is irrelevant, really.
lately, when i try to remember what i wanted to be when i grew up, the thing i keep coming back to is private detective. hrm. 'course, i also think "bounty hunter" sounds interesting, and doug says if i'm going to run away, i should go to nevada. he... didn't say WHY, but combining the two would increase the odds that i'll be able to say "i once shot a man in reno..." before i die. heh.
i <3 my new cell phone.
i seem to be in the manic phase of my mood swings right now (*borrows the "moody bastard" tag*), which is not... well, not good in that it doesn't mean i'm exactly happy, but IS good in the sense that birds aren't dropping from the sky, small woodland creatures aren't keeling over with their paws waving in the air, and plants don't whither and die, all from the mere touch of my sullen glance. plus, my ea disorder has kicked into overdrive, and that's just fun for the whole family (and coworkers). yay! thanks must go, at least in part, to he who has come to be referred to as "billiam" in my head. *grin*
it also means i'm more disjointed and random than ever, so your thanks may be a bit sarcastic, but still.
if anyone is in southern iowa tomorrow night and wants to go and see hitchhiker's, PLEASE pick me up. it's starting to look like i'm going to have to go alone, or wait. but! i wanted to go opening night! meh. i'll probably just go solo, just me and my towel.
i, um, also rather wanna see kung fu hustle, and nobody will watch THAT with me either. heh. fun haters.
it's morel mushroom season! or, as terry said, "i went tick hunti... i mean, MUSHROOM hunting yesterday." *grin* i am ashamed, but accepting, of the fact that the des moines register ran an article entitled, "the morel the merrier". *sigh* however, i am simultaneously amused and disbelieving and appalled (which makes for some odd gasping/tching/chuckling noises and odder looks, lemme tell ya) that one of the rules for 'shroom hunting was "if it isn't hollow, you shouldn't swallow". oh. my. heavens. it's johnny cochran meets monica lewinsky. mmmmmm, mushrooooooms...
someday, i hope to go back to using this for more than linkspam and as an escape valve for rebound-mood induced hyperspasticity of thought. just not today.
updated randomness: ya know that particular color of blue that i don't at all like by itself, but which shows up in men's business shirts a lot? it is 1)unconveyably yummy and 2)showing up frequently this month, in its best incarnation... sans suit jacket, with the sleeves rolled up. unnh. (where by "showing up" i mean, obviously, "on tv and once in kirksville" because if i saw a man around HERE wearing a dress shirt i'd likely faint, regardless of color.)
it's time to read more coleridge.
and finally (or until next time), if anyone knows of someplace in fairfax i could crash, i could actually think about one of these. woot, indeed, and i could provide my own dog.
lately, when i try to remember what i wanted to be when i grew up, the thing i keep coming back to is private detective. hrm. 'course, i also think "bounty hunter" sounds interesting, and doug says if i'm going to run away, i should go to nevada. he... didn't say WHY, but combining the two would increase the odds that i'll be able to say "i once shot a man in reno..." before i die. heh.
i <3 my new cell phone.
i seem to be in the manic phase of my mood swings right now (*borrows the "moody bastard" tag*), which is not... well, not good in that it doesn't mean i'm exactly happy, but IS good in the sense that birds aren't dropping from the sky, small woodland creatures aren't keeling over with their paws waving in the air, and plants don't whither and die, all from the mere touch of my sullen glance. plus, my ea disorder has kicked into overdrive, and that's just fun for the whole family (and coworkers). yay! thanks must go, at least in part, to he who has come to be referred to as "billiam" in my head. *grin*
it also means i'm more disjointed and random than ever, so your thanks may be a bit sarcastic, but still.
if anyone is in southern iowa tomorrow night and wants to go and see hitchhiker's, PLEASE pick me up. it's starting to look like i'm going to have to go alone, or wait. but! i wanted to go opening night! meh. i'll probably just go solo, just me and my towel.
i, um, also rather wanna see kung fu hustle, and nobody will watch THAT with me either. heh. fun haters.
it's morel mushroom season! or, as terry said, "i went tick hunti... i mean, MUSHROOM hunting yesterday." *grin* i am ashamed, but accepting, of the fact that the des moines register ran an article entitled, "the morel the merrier". *sigh* however, i am simultaneously amused and disbelieving and appalled (which makes for some odd gasping/tching/chuckling noises and odder looks, lemme tell ya) that one of the rules for 'shroom hunting was "if it isn't hollow, you shouldn't swallow". oh. my. heavens. it's johnny cochran meets monica lewinsky. mmmmmm, mushrooooooms...
someday, i hope to go back to using this for more than linkspam and as an escape valve for rebound-mood induced hyperspasticity of thought. just not today.
updated randomness: ya know that particular color of blue that i don't at all like by itself, but which shows up in men's business shirts a lot? it is 1)unconveyably yummy and 2)showing up frequently this month, in its best incarnation... sans suit jacket, with the sleeves rolled up. unnh. (where by "showing up" i mean, obviously, "on tv and once in kirksville" because if i saw a man around HERE wearing a dress shirt i'd likely faint, regardless of color.)
it's time to read more coleridge.
and finally (or until next time), if anyone knows of someplace in fairfax i could crash, i could actually think about one of these. woot, indeed, and i could provide my own dog.