I don’t know what I was thinking… that all of the homeless would pack up and go into lockdown, but they seemed even more populous than ever on the ride to work yesterday. I mentally tallied 36 as the bus rolled by them.

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Big Brain’s video card arrived damaged. Murphy’s law, I imagine. They’re sending another one, and it should be installed by Friday. Gary, the Head muck-de-muck apologized again, and gave me “his personal guarantee” that it would be installed and my machine would be ready for use by Friday after work.

Yeah, yeah, right, right. We’ll see.

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Is it a sign of Newt really disliking my mashed potatoes if he hops on the table and scratches, trying to cover it up like it was in the sandbox? I suspect the chives are what set him off.

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Moment of Lyric: (video link)

After all the jacks are in their boxes
And the clowns have all gone to bed
You can hear happiness staggering on down the street
Footsteps dressed in red
And the wind whispers Mary
A broom is drearily sweeping
Up the broken pieces of yesterdays life
Somewhere a queen is weeping
Somewhere a king has no wife
And the wind, it cries Mary
The traffic lights, they turn, uh, blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags down stream
’cause the life that lived is,
Is dead
And the wind screams Mary
Uh-will the wind ever remember
The names it has blow in the past?
And with this crutch, it’s old age, and it’s wisdom
It whispers no, this will be the last
And the wind cries Mary

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1 year ago – mushroms and eggplant, barefoot craving, acronym cursing, Panama city teens, prozac suicides

2 years ago – popeye is 75, duckburg, powerskip, santa cluster maint, hybrids, beach-dweller picture that will make you shriek, brain sammiches, cam pics, cap’n strong

3 years ago – tan me hide, kartoo, SOP, coloring book entry

4 years ago – Accessory animals. Enron & GWB/pretzel, watching Lone Gunmen, Newt came to work, skate porn

5 years ago – Hot outside! Metallica sues Victoria’s Secret, the weather the cuckoo likes, my first LJ flame attack (and my rebuttal)