i just noticed I cna’t post on gigglecam’s journal any more… I wonder if that’s a new development, or If I’ve been banned or what? ::shrug:: I’ll keep reading, but I feel like the interactive element was lost.

working hard these last few days… killing my lj participation. enjoying reading, not much time for writing.

dug in, and crewed up most of my work early, and now I’m going ot take the last 2 hours of the day easy. maybe have some tasty wendy’s for supper… that’s where pix is off to, sooner or later. I’d have preferred the bell, but she’s addicted to the new chicken sammich. As she’s picking up, I’m totally cool with the wendy’s.

glad to see Tilly and froggy posting agin… was wondering where they ran off to. And it looks like mootpoint is back on a reg’lar schedule, too.. if a trifle sexy in his posts. 🙂 Now if only I could find out where janedeau and malam have busied themselfves off to.

I could do with a big hug… not sad or anything, just up for some hugging.

boom, boom, chicka-boom boom.

good day, fellow LJers! The sun is shining, the sky is blue, and someone in my parking lot lis blaring some badly transmitted bass (the musical tones, not the fish) through concrete into our office. yech.

Sending someone outside to take care of it now.

Getting prepared for visit to prison tomorrow… if her hearing goes well tomorrow, she’ll be out on friday… if it goes as expected, she’ll get 7 months, out in 5. if it goes poorly, she’ll get up to a year (one of the tickets was kicked out…) I’ll be glad when she’s out, if only to put a cap on the collect calls from jail I get…(at $2.50 minimum to start, at least 2x a day…for almost 3 weeks now… it adds up)

Ahh.. the booming has stopped. 🙂 good job, Bheesham. (the guy who told bass-man to get quiet.)

Anyhoo… to work, and some veggie dogs… maybe taco bell if I can convince Pixie next door to run and get it. 🙂

OH! Donated blood this am…I’m going to start keeping my tally here, if I remember to. (I’m officially at over 10 gallons! They gave me a nice certificate and stuff.) one of the best things about going in every 2 weeks is that you really get to know everybody, and all the keen freebies you get… for doing charity, I get tshirts, frequent flyer miles, free lunches, and the adoration of several nurses. A good gig. I highly reccomend it.

Another day, another $.34 (after taxes.)

woo. Or even Wu! (Doug, that is) harper #1 in my book, and all around swell guy apparently called danny up last night, giving out his new phone number… sadly, he either doesn’t have the line hooked up yet, or some other weirdness is causing conection trouble. but rest assured that we’ll hear from him soon.

I have no plans for saturday…what to do. maybe just have a rest? my forward week is looking busy, update ID, take car eof a few bills for Suzy while she’s in the pokey, birthday goodies for Derek & Kevin. I should spend some time with Danny and Ray this weekend, I really haven’t spoken to Ray since oh, maybe a month or so ago. Perhaps Saturday will be good for that.

reviews on the googly eyed scotto are mixed… I think I’ll save it for ‘surprised or hyper’ moods when I get my paid account.

Doing a contract job for food for the poor. I have mixed feelings about feeding people overseas when there are hungry folks in my city. Is it wrong to want things better locally first, and then spread out from there? Another tactic is to hit the hungriest first, and go to the less hungry, I suppose… but how does a person calulate that sort of stuff? “Well, 1000 people died here last week… only 800 in haiti died.” The economy of human life is a difficult one for me to calculate. Is it wrong to feed the hungry at all? Opposing nature? (Don’t look at me, I’m totally in favor of good works… and opposing nature. If I wasn’t all my friends with glasses would be much worse off, not to mention the my back, athsmatics, and other ‘defectives’)

Day after day, alone on a hill
The man with the foolish grin
Is keeping perfectly still
But nobody wants to know him
They can see that he’s just a fool
As he never gives an answer

But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning round

Well on the way, head in a cloud
The man of a thousand voices
Talking perfectly loud
But nobody ever hears him
Or the sound he appears to make
And he never seems to notice


And nobody seems to like him
They can tell what he wants to do
And he never shows his feelings


He never listens to them
He knows that they’re the fools
They don’t like him


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