I was born on a full moon phase – see?

Sun and Moon Data for One Day
The following information is provided for Boston, Suffolk County, Massachusetts (longitude W71.1, latitude N42.3):

Sunday
2 February 1969 Eastern Standard Time

SUN
Begin civil twilight 6:28 a.m.
Sunrise 6:57 a.m.
Sun transit 11:59 a.m.
Sunset 5:00 p.m.
End civil twilight 5:30 p.m.

MOON
Moonrise 4:02 p.m. on preceding day
Moon transit 11:47 p.m. on preceding day
Moonset 7:21 a.m.
Moonrise 5:09 p.m.
Moonset 7:46 a.m. on following day

Full Moon on 2 February 1969 at 7:56 a.m. Eastern Standard Time. (I was born at 8am, sharp)

feel free to figure your own.

I wonder if being a loonie means I see the delusionals better? I find myself tripping over fools in the most stupid places here. LJ seems to channel the more reality-impaired past my POV… lots of vulgar places here, easy to get your shoes dirty, if you don’t watch where you walk. I’m glad there are more flowers for all the manure. 🙂

Well, I’m turning in after Sealab 2021.

I hope my dreams resume where they left off. Me, the woman I love, and smiling times.

Happiness and Comfort to all of you, as you sleep, and wish me the same.

We lost .

I’m sorry you decided to go. From what I’ve seen, you’re one of the good guys.

Good luck in the future, and I hope peace finds and stays with you.

Thanks to for reminding me of this quote from Judge Dredd –

Robot: “Eat recycled food, for a happier, healthier life. Be kind and peaceful to each other, eat recycled food. Recycled food – it’s good for the environment, and ok for you.”

Also. Pepperoni is the nipple of the pizza species.

Wacky miss cleo soundboard prank call.

I’ve officially drained the pantry of all green veggies. Tomorrow, before work I must get more, or settle on delivery food and girl scout cookies and starch for supper. *Oh the horror*. I also want some ice cream.

The stoppage in my ear has lessened, but there’s still a hint of it there, just enough to qualify as pesky. I stood on my head, and it helped a bit, but between the blood rushing to my skull and Newton’s subsonic mind-control purrs and at the time upside-down nosie-nuzzles, it was only a partial victory.

My secret volcano base bites the dust… How can I be an evil supervillian if my Volcano Bases keep erupting?

Some more links that’re food for thought, creepy story seeds/ fodder for future UA2 contributions unusual, unsettling, weird or informative.

City older than Mohenjodaro unearthed
Cemetary Causes Erotic Nightmares
Ummo’s Daughters
Exorcism rites
Observatory could detect hidden dimensions
Police arrest priest for ‘sacrificing young boy’
Pre-Contact Hawaiian Gods
Explorer’s Notebook: The Riddle of Indonesia’s Ancient Statues
The Hanging Doll
Scared to death isn’t just an expression
modern ruins
Anatomy of a murder: A Trip Through Our Justice System
National Criminal Justice Reference Service

my latest entry into maybe a little more bland than my usual fare. perhaps I’ll polish it more later.

argh… post shower-waterlog-ear.

Nghhh.

Nghhh.

Ack… yucka.

Pressure and hard to hear. I hope it passes soon.

Wow.

Outstanding sleeps last night. Sweet dreams, comfort in my little cocoon, pleasant thoughts. I got some very comfortable time in.

Went for walkies this morning, and it started getting a wee bit hot by the time I headed home. I got a phone call from the brother right as I was coming in (he hung up, but I dialed back… hooray for caller ID!) and we gabbed for a while, made some plans to get together during my vacation next week. As I type this, I’m playing fetch with a “barrel full of monkeys” monkey by throwing it and having Newt retrieve it. Perfect size for him to tote around. I’m going to hop into the shower shortly, and go to market to stock up again. I’m getting really excited about the coming time off… only 5 more working days to go.

I got one of the Christmas presents I sent off back in the mail today. The package looks like it went through the wringer and back…I guess it has been… I sent it overnight on 12/17, and it has little “attempted delivery” stamps on it from 12/19, 12/20, and 1/10. I suppose it’s my fault for not waiving the signature, but I don’t think it’d have fit in the PO box. I’ll just resend it off again when I lob some other goodies North. I’m just happy I wasn’t sending anything perishable. (I’d wager cookies’d have been crushed and stale.) Silly PO.