curled close against a pink nose
My yawn makes Newt sneeze.
The guy at the gift shop asked about my posting their cow on the web. Here it is again, in case they’re peeking in.
It was originally posted for Halloween at this link – http://www.livejournal.com/users/scottobear/day/2002/10/31
That cow about doubled my normal daily hits. 🙂
Out walking by Eckerd’s, a carful of guys thought they knew me. Apparently I look like a guy named “Porkchop” or “Larry”, depending on who was doing the yelling. Anyone who knows me is aware that I’m more of a Tofu Scotto.
I didn’t get to see a movie today… My travels took too long, and I preferred to return home, rather than sitting tight in a movie theatre with a big bag o’prezzies. Everyone is done, except Dave… I’m sure I’ll think of something in the next day or two. Meanwhile, I’ve got wrapping to do. That goes by fast, if I’ve got the TV on. Now, I’ve just got to find a comic book or five that are ready to be sacrificed for the cause.
I was sorely tempted in the Circuit City / Comp USA / Toys R US… but I was good. I bought myself a cool finger puppet set at the little gift store. They’ve got all sorts of Archie McPhee-type doodads there for half off.
Kiss Your Face… assorted folks done up as the clown-faced band.
Two years ago – Many folks had the flu-bug (seems to be rucurrent, this time of year), Fight game, silly links, Happy Birthday Tarpo (Again), 18 Beans through Christine, broken mail server, and please click on the hunger site.
One day Chuang Tzu and a friend were walking by a river. “Look at the fish swimming about,” said Chuang Tzu, “They are really enjoying themselves.”
“You are not a fish,” replied the friend, “So you can’t truly know that they are enjoying themselves.”
“You are not me,” said Chuang Tzu. “So how do you know that I do not know that the fish are enjoying themselves?”
Lotto is up to $100 million. I got in on the office pool… 12 people playing including the two newest members of the company. Dick and Joe. I’m going to withhold lasting personality judgment on both of them for a bit, but first impressions are – Joe = Repetitive, and no sense of schedules. If I say something will be ready in 30 minutes, don’t call me every 10 minutes to ask how it’s looking. He may have to be trained with the “Every time you call or interrupt, it’s going to double the time I said it would take.” method. He’s *really* be more of a problem for Santie, Kev and Sappho. Dick, on the other hand is quiet, but friendly.
Joe said that if he won in the lotto pool, he’d keep working there. The rest of us in the room laughed and told him it’d be peaceful for him, all alone like that.
Ugh, sometimes my news of the strange feed picks the wrong time to send me stuff… first thing in the morning! – Homosexual killing and eating ritual shocks Germany , CNN story here – less the more gory details. The phrase “cannibalistic and homosexual tendencies” is off to me… I don’t think it’s the political correctness of it… but the two being linked seems disparate.
Sylvester Stallone has a quote in Death Race 2000… “Some people may think you’re cute, Babe. But to me you’re one very large baked potato!”
Well, it’s time to pick up a few stocking stuffers… 4-legged and crawling creatures, mostly. I’ve yet to find a good pet store on federal highway in this vicinity. I’ll take another look-see as I pick up other stuff. Perhaps I’ll go see a movie, too. I’m interested in Equilibrium, Star Trek, Treasure Planet, Harry Potter, and Die another Day.. All of which would be nicer on the big screen rather than in Kazaa-pirate format. That’ll be my treat to myself if I finish early. Ooh… and maybe a trip to the Chinese market for some wasabe peas and pocky.
Have a wonderful day, dear journal.