Polishing up my Age of Kings skills. Don’t want to end up with my cheese in the wind when playing this weekend.

Anyone want to recommend the winningest group to play? I lean to vikings and goths.

Getting some good writing in tonight…I should have another story posted to the website by the end of the week.

I’m missing talking to the girl though… I think she went to bed, and sleep. Missing her… but thinking good thoughts!

This coming weekend is Robb’s last in town, before his journey to Seattle. I’ll miss the guy, but I feel that he’ll keep up communications, unlike the gross majority of the others. Upon reflection, he’s the best friend among them. I don’t really miss the others, but was rather upset when the first batch left for greener pastures. Odds are good that I won’t buddy up with more computer type folks… not locally anyhow.

It’s eat a mythical creature week at scotto-ville!

Crunchy Pecan Chupacabra Chops

6 Chupacabra rib, loin or shoulder chops, about ¾ inches thick – about 2 pounds (Prepared in duck press)
2 tablespoons Dijon mustard
2 tablespoons mayonnaise or Cool Whip
1 tablespoon of vegetable oil
1 slice Wonder bread, minced
4 sprigs fresh parsley or 1 tablespoon dried parsley flakes
1 lb butter

1. Cut outer edge of fat on Chupacabra chops at 1-inch intervals to prevent curling.
2. Mix mustard, mayonnaise or Cool Whip, and oil. Place remaining ingredients in blender or food processor. Cover and blend on high speed, using deft on-and-off motions.
3. Set oven control to Broil.
4. Spread mustard mixture over Chupacabra chops. Coat evenly.
5. Place chops on rack in broiler pan. Broil chops with tops about 6 inches from heat about ten minutes until brown. Turn; broil 10 to 15 minutes longer or until chops are slightly pink in center.

1 Serving: Calories 590 (Calories from fat 280), Fat 57 g (Saturated 27 g) Cholesterol 300mg; Sodium 710mg; Carbohydrate 43g (Dietary Fiber -3g); Protein .25 g
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Bear traps voting officials in polling place

How very sad. 🙁 Poor little black bear.

red lips/red nails/red hair

her smile/her touch/her scent

the way she thinks/feels/lives

her joy/her comfort/her happiness

I desire/I want /I need

our embrace/our talks/our laughter

sharing/growing/smiles

walking by a lighthouse… time spent in dreams .resting her head on my shoulder.
fair skin, steals my breath, though I give it willingly. freshly painted toes, quick smiles.

tired, must sleep, will continue this assembly tomorrow.

Theodore Roethke

I knew a woman

I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,
When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;
Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one:
The shapes a bright container can contain!
Of her choice virtues only gods could speak,
Or English poets who grew up on Greek
(I’d have them sing in chorus, cheek to cheek).

How well her wishes went! She stroked my chin,
She taught me Turn, and Counter-turn, and Stand,
She taught me Touch, that undulant white skin;
I nibbled meekly from her proffered hand;
She was the sickle; I, poor I, the rake,
Coming behind her for her pretty sake
(But what prodigious mowing we did make).

Love likes a gander, and adores a goose:
Her full lips pursed, the errant note to seize;
She played it quick, she played it light and loose;
My eyes, they dazzled at her flowing knees;
Her several parts could keep a pure repose,
Or one hip quiver with a mobile nose
(She moved in circles, and those circles moved).

Let seed be grass, and grass turn into hay;
I’m martyr to a motion not my own;
What’s freedom for? To know eternity.
I swear she cast a shadow white as stone.
But who would count eternity in days?
These old bones live to learn her wanton ways:
(I measure time by how a body sways).

Sweet Disorder
by Robert Herrick

A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness:
A lawn about the shoulders thrown
Into a fine distraction —
An erring lace, which here and there
Enthrals the crimson stomacher —
A cuff neglectful, and thereby
Ribbands to flow confusedly —
A winning wave, deserving note,
In the tempestuous petticoat —
A careless shoe-string, in whose tie
I see a wild civility —
Do more bewitch me than when art
Is too precise in every part.

Difficult times ahead in the workplace. Found out from the immediate boss that the big boss seems to think I do nothing at work. heh. So, starting tomorrow, I will be re implementing log sheets in the programming department. Something that shows time spent on projects, jobs done, etc. My only gripe is that the reason I stopped doing the logs in the first place was that it took 30 minutes out of every day, in 3-5 minute nibbles at a time.

I wonder what the big boss is going to say when he sees that there are folks doing 10-16 hour a day shifts because he won’t authorize new personnel? Or for that matter vacation time in the near future, because nobody can be spared?

All it will take is one person to quit for the whole department to be brought to the floor. Am I that person? Better question, is Kev? I feel that if either of us left tomorrow, that the company would take a crippling financial blow from lost work, and one that it probably couldn’t recover from. If only some company would sneak up on Kev and offer him 60k or so to leave, I’m sure he’d do it in a heartbeat. I’m keeping my eyes open… Perhaps a more respectable and respecting job is on the horizon. I’d like to go back to doing library work.. I hope that my application went ok up north. I haven’t heard from them, perhaps I’ll call them tomorrow.

In related news, another fun person left us the other day. Joel is the latest in a long list of goodly folks that went west in the footsteps of Bheesham, Tuan, and Paul. Competent people who saw fit to get out while the getting was good.

Perhaps I can convince the girl I’m interested in to adopt me as a resident poet and worshipper of her….

“You’ll regret being so damn abusive when the electric UFO gods transphase in from Dimension 10 to appoint me manager of the universe.”

You are walking down a country road. It is a quiet afternoon. You look up and far, far down the road you see someone walking toward you. You are surprised to have seen someone so far away. But, you keep walking, expecting nothing more than a friendly nod as you pass. He gets closer. You see he has bright orange hair. He is closer–a white satin suit spotted with colored dots. Closer–a painted white face and red lips. You and he are fifty yards apart. You, and a full-fledged clown holding a bicycle horn are twenty yards apart. You approach on the lonely country road. You nod. He honks, and passes.

a few things…

1. On behalf of the state… sorry about that… but you really should’ve gotten a better group of people to do the counting. Miami is infamous for stuffing ballot boxes, theft and outright fraud when it comes to collecting votes. The only honest thing to do would be to do it again, with non-biased folks at the help. No more talk about the vote from this little lorax. (for now. maybe again when it’s not so beaten into the ground.)

2. I don’t believe I’ve never seen this resource! How really amazingly uber-spiffy!

Howdunits. hmm… maybe I’ll do a mystery soon.