Ugh.

Hot hot hot.

I woke up early this morning after a fitful sleep, and thought that I had a fever…woke up in a sweat. It turnes out that the more reasonable explanation is that I’ve been worried about my sweetheart feeling ok, and my air conditioner died sometime last night/early this morning.

I called the landlord, and have cranked all the fans in the house to full. Newton will be fine, since it’s a little cooler, but it’s still a bit warm for me to be puttering around there. So, I sent some anniversary trinkets of happiness to my beloved… (should be there by 3pm tomorrow… officially one year ago tomorrow we will have met.)

I’m now at work, in the netroom surfing, and waiting for my sweetie to pop online.

Call me crazy if you like, but I’m about ready for a gigantic, sweeping resurgence of art nouveau decor. I want to live in a world where even the most trivial, everyday utensils are transformed into baroque sculptures of organic decadence interwoven with motifs of jellyfish and scandalously nude, full-figured women. I want more Toulouse-Lautrec prints! I want more Aubrey Beardsley! I want eating utensils sculpted to look like twigs with big slugs and dragonflies crawling all over them! Yeah! Bring on the revolution, baby!

Hmm.

Well, I said you can call me crazy if you like.

G’nite.

http://www.usflag.org/us.code36.html#176

§176. Respect for flag

No disrespect should be shown to the flag of the United States of America; the flag should not be dipped to any person or thing. Regimental colors, State flags, and organization or institutional flags are to be dipped as a mark of honor.

(i) The flag should never be used for advertising purposes in any manner whatsoever. It should not be embroidered on such articles as cushions or handkerchiefs and the like, printed or otherwise impressed on paper napkins or boxes or anything that is designed for temporary use and discard. Advertising signs should not be fastened to a staff or halyard from which the flag is flown.

hmm… I have a few car lots around here that should read this.

for respect, maybe a trip to http://www.ushistory.org/betsy/flagetiq.html is in order.

The cyborg roaches are coming, blinking red lights and all. I don’t like this. Not one bit.

The United Nations has tried to ban people from traipsing up to the moon whenever they feel the urge and sticking a flag in it, but The Lunar Republic, when established here on Earth, will monitor and adjudicate the uses to which everyone’s favorite satellite is put. No longer will its popular landmarks be endangered by growing development concerns.

THE ACCOUNT OF THE FISHER KING

The story of the Fisher King begins when the king is a boy, having to spend the night alone in the forest to prove his courage so he can become king. And while he’s spending the night alone he is visited by a sacred vision. Out of the fire appears the Holy Grail, the symbol of God’s divine grace. And a voice said to the boy, “You shall be keeper of the grail so that it may heal the hearts of men.” But the boy was blinded by greater visions of a life of power, glory, and beauty. And in this state of radical amazement he felt for a brief moment, not like a boy, but invincible, like God. So he reached in the fire to take the grail and the grail vanished, leaving him with his hand in the fire to be terribly wounded. Now as this boy grew older his wound grew deeper, until one day life for him lost its reason. He had no faith in any man, not even himself. He couldn’t love, or feel love. He was sick with experience; he began to die. One day a fool wandered into the castle and found the king alone. Now being a fool he was simple-minded; he didn’t see a king, he only saw a man alone and in pain. And he asked the king, “What ails you, friend?” The king replied, “I’m thirsty. I need some water to cool my throat.” So the fool took a cup from beside his bed, filled it with water, and handed it to the king. As the king began to drink, he realized his wound was healed. He looked in his hands and there was the Holy Grail, that which he had sought all of his life. He turned to the fool and said with amazement, “How could you find that which my brightest and bravest could not?” The fool replied, “I don’t know. I only knew that you were thirsty.”

I’ve not gone out for Halloween in 2 years.

Last year, I had a terrible yucka-cold.

the year before, I had Newton, who was only 3ish weeks old, and needed constant supervision. (feeding every few hours, and keeping him warm and loved… I was by his side 24/7 in those days.

This year… I think I can pull it off. I have no idea what to dress as, though. the last year I dressed up, I went out with a crew, as the scarecrow (albeit overstuffed) from the wizard of oz. Nicole as the witch, Heather as Dorothy… we took kids trick or treating, then went to see a free concert of Lenny Kravitz and a few other really great performers… I’d like to take Stephen & Elisabeth out for T&T this year, or Kev’s nephew and nieces.

Mallah & BrainThings I’ve been –

Scarecrow
The Ape from the Murders in the Rue Morgue
A Grand Inquisitor
Concept Design – The Hunt (head of a stag, huntsmans uniform)
The Green Man
Ghost
Pirate (eyepatch, yes! hookhand or pegleg, no!)
Little John (as part of a Robin Hood Theme)
Psychadelic Man (The *last* Time you’ll see me in an orange unitard with tie dyed cape and boxer shorts over the front)
Flaming Carrot (superhero with a carrot head the top of which which burned a jet of flame, wore swim fins and traveled by a nuclear powered super-pogo)
Monsuir Mallah & The Brain. (monkey suit for me, with bandolier and red beret… I pushed a tanked brain in a baby carriage)

I'm feeling better.

Feeling better… took some comfort in giving Newtie some loving, and am now officially lightened up. it only took about 2 hours for the feeling to wash totally over me, peak, and now, begin to abate. I’m looking forward to spending some time with my brother later this week, and maybe we can spend some good quality gabbing together.

I’m looking forward to watching COPS tonight with my sweetie.

Minty

I miss you, Dad.

Just got hit with a wave of sadness, at the grocery store. They were playing Cat’s in the Cradle by Harry Chapin, and it was all I could do not to bust out crying like a baby. I really haven’t thought much about my father being gone lately, but I was sort of blindsided by the tune and got caught up in a very sad state…not even over blowing off getting to see him, but because I won’t be able to. I can’t just pick up the phone and call him up to say hi. He really doesn’t exist anyplace now except in my heart and in scattered form over the Atlantic Ocean.

chupacabra song

chupa chup. not to be confused with chupacabra.Chupacabra! not a lollypop!!Her name is Chupa, the Chupacabra,
With ugly spikeys in her hair and a spine exposed to air.
She don’t meringue, don’t do no cha-cha,
But it’s the thing she does the best, That most people do detest.
She does it all night long, just listen to my song.
One day a goat will be walking by,
Next he’s awfully dry.

She’s the Chupa (Chup), the Chupacabra (Chupacabra)
Her mealtime’s a taste of macabre (Yeah?)
Yes, the Chupa (Chup), the Chupacabra (Ooh),
She sucks goat’s blood and she’s not my bud
Yes she’s the Chupa….She strikes at night.

His name was Pico. He was a farmer.
He once had 30 head of goat, now not one darn sheepskin coat,
Because the Chupa, she paid a visit.
And while our Pico slept in bed, Chup enjoyed much blood-a-red,
Pico woke up that day,
Did not know what to say,
There was blood and some 30 goat heads,
He knelt down to pray. She’s the Chupa (Chup), the Chupacabra (Chupacabra),
Her mealtime’s a taste of macabre (Yeah?)
Yes, the Chupa (Chup), the Chupacabra (Ooh),
She sucks goat’s blood and she’s not my bud
Yes she’s the Chupa….She strikes at night.

and both did it, so I’m on the bandwagon, too.

obtained from here, my comments will be in italics.

Otter

Birth dates: 20 January – 18 February mine is Feb 2. groundhogs day. candlemas. imbolc. you know the drill.

Earth influence: The Cleansing Time
Influencing wind: The North Winds. Totem:Buffalo.
Direction: North. True north or magnetic?
Predominant element: Air. Odd, too… I seem to lean to earth?
Elemental clan: Butterfly (Air) Clan. Function:to carry through. Hmmm.. this and the above are too vague for me to comment on, other than this statement.
Birth and animal totem: Otter. Otter. hm. I’m pretty Bearish, but otters are nice. Tool Users.
Plant totem: Fern.I do like ferns.
Mineral totem: Turquoise. A pretty stone, I don’t know what it means, but my preference is for opaques to transparent stones.
Polarity totem: Salmon. ???
Affinity color: Silver.I do like silver.
Musical vibration: E natural – an octave above Deer.E Nat is a great tone. I’ll buy that.
Personality: Friendly. Unconventional. Independent. Dynamic.I’d like to agree with these.
Feelings: Detached.Sad, but true. I’m pretty unconnected to those I don’t really know or have invested emotion into. hard for me to relate to some types of thought.
Intention: Imagination. Intention?
Nature: Humanitarian. Um, sorta kinda I guess.
Positive traits: Inventive. Reforming. Perceptive. Have to be inventive to program or to write, I hope. reforming? to a point. Perceptive.. I like to think I’m observant.
Negative traits: Unpredictable. Rebellious. Tactless. Eccentric. oh, all of the above are true. I can show a little tact if I have to, but I prefer to be blunt.
Sex-drive: Hot and cold. hmm.. I think it depends on the partner. been hot for the last year.
Compatibilities: Crows, Falcons and Deer. see the above comment. gives ‘eating crow’ a good connotation
Conscious aim: Knowledge. absolutely.
Subconscious desire: Wisdom.I think to have one, the other will follow. I prefer wisdom to knowledge, but desire both.
Life-path: Creative strength.I hope so!
I Ching trigram: Sun. The Gentle Wind. Flexible vision.
Must cultivate: Inventiveness. Tolerance. Courage.I think I’ve got 2 out of 3 in the bag. Tolerance, I’m working on.
Must avoid: Rebelliousness. Eccentricity. avoid? I sort of enjoy them
Spiritual alchemy: Yin predominates. So I’m a girly-man? I’ll assume that means nurturing. 🙂
Starting totems: Otter. Buffalo. Butterfly. Fern. Turquoise. Salmon.

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