Here I sit with this tempest in my gizzard, making flotsam of any recognizable stream of thought. Focusing, my thoughts return to order at proper mental cubbyholes like bees to the hive.

The people at Cuss Control Academy want to help you stop talking like a silly-billy, potty-mouthed nincompoop.

Tomorrow, it’s expected to drop into the thirties. Hey. This is Fort Lauderdale. Did the Cold Miser slip the Heat Miser a mickey or something? I’ve got to remember to bring a sweater… That’s cold enough for even a big bear like me to seek some heat. I’m glad my apartment will retain good warmth for Newtie while I’m out. I know that he’ll be seeking Scotto the Human Space-heater when I get home.

I’m finding myself craving a Zombie tonight.

Newt’s purr is like a trilling right now… vrrrrt, vroo…

pente.net is active again! Thanks, annalytical !

I’ve got $20 in my paypal account from the linkies. That’s like found money.

I spent $11 of it on a paper journal from Ex Libris Anonymous. I like supporting clever artists, and $11 is cheap for a paper journal made from the cover of an old “Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea” Novella. It’s not visible on the site, now that I’ve purchased it, but it’s a very keen 1960s style underwater scene of the seaview, flying sub and a few bits of ocean life.

Gollum at the golden globes! Those Shoes! Yeek!

A rant from uncle Stevie re: KFC honey