dreaming in denmark

9:52 p.m. Sunday, May 27, 2001

on the sidelines

since yesterday, i've talked to him a few times. he's angry. which he has a right to be. i told him i can't be friends with him, not now, not like this. it's too painful to watch, and i can't help.

i wish him all the luck in the world; i hope he's able to find the answers he needs. and maybe we'll bump into each other at some point, and he can tell me how well things are going for him.

2:29 p.m. Sunday, May 27, 2001

right now.

on the CD player: The Push Stars, After the Party. current track: Drunk is Better than Dead. appropriate, no, given yesterday's drama?

go check 'em out. The Push Stars are local boys done good. the music isn't half bad, either. ;)

2:20 p.m. Sunday, May 27, 2001

bad dream.

i'm dog sitting for a friend, and had a dream this morning where i got out of bed only to find the apartment had been robbed. the tip off should have been the yellow walls. they aren't really yellow. i still had that nasty, stomach dropping to your toes feeling.

reality is much nicer. dash just brought me a tennis ball in a sock, king is flopped out somewhere, and the apartment is intact.

2:14 p.m. Sunday, May 27, 2001

RTFM, people.

if one more person applies to my webrings without comprehending the blindingly simple requirement 'you must display in Netscape', i think i'll scream. that means all of your site, all of the time. not occasional pages on alternate Tuesdays. gah.

i used to feel badly about hitting the 'deny' button. no more.

6:07 p.m. Saturday, May 26, 2001

i've had that one. oh, that one too... and that one...

i haven't even finished reading this page, because i have to keep stopping to laugh incoherently. check out Things my girlfriend and I have argued about. (thanks, Tanya!)

12:40 a.m. Saturday, May 26, 2001

sploosh.

lesson #137 for ushers: take the mag lite *out* of your pocket before sitting down on the toilet.

10:22 a.m. Friday, May 25, 2001

mreow.

i'm feeling very much like the smitten kitten these days. it's a nice feeling.

11:25 a.m. Thursday, May 24, 2001

what the fuck?!

grrrrr. as if i didn't already have enough reasons to hate the Shrub and his current mockery of an administration, there's this. gah! we are now the primary sponsor of the Taliban. the hell? please. $43 million to those bastards, just because they support our 'war on drugs'? no! no. no, that's not right. they systematically deprive half the population of any rights, mandate that the other half behave like fucking lemmings, label anyone who doesn't fit in their damn cookie cutter, harbor one of the worst terrorists known, and destroy anything they deem offensive. and we give them money. lots of it. this makes me sick.

2:19 a.m. Thursday, May 24, 2001

wish you were here.

we had a lovely night. and i miss you. right now. i want you here. i wish you were here, to help me out. i wish you were here, so we could be together. i wish you were here for many reasons.

miss you lots.

my apologies for this lame e-postcard.

4:07 p.m. Wednesday, May 23, 2001

what is this dialect of which you speak?

couple of translators for your general amusement: one for various flavours of Brit speak, and one that not only does jive, but pig Latin, ValSpeak, and Swedish Chef.

hee. 8)

9:16 p.m. Tuesday, May 22, 2001

miles and miles

huh. listening to a birthday tribute to Miles Davis on public radio (he would have been 75 this year, i think). i had no idea you could say motherfucker on public radio. apparently, the FCC rules have changed since i've been in radio.

8:02 p.m. Tuesday, May 22, 2001

see, i knew i shouldn't trust the Shrub.

if you read the older blog entries, you might have caught that i was stunned to hear something from Prince George that i agreed with. he said he wanted to triple the funding to Habitat for Humanity. i was elated, but suspicious. as it turns out, i was suspicious for good reason.

talked to my dad tonight. he runs a local Habitat chapter. i mentioned the story to him, and he provided that cold wind of reality. Habitat gets no government funding. so, as frenchy pointed out, three times nothing is still nothing. bleargh.

so i have no idea what the Shrub was talking about. but i will say - Habitat is a wonderful, positive organization that provides low cost housing to people who need it, thru low cost loans and *lots* of volunteer work. if this strikes a chord for you at all, please check out the site, find a local chapter, and give your time. it's well worth the effort. and please don't feel as if you need to be a master carpenter to get involved. *any* contribution you can make, be it hammering nails, providing lunch for other volunteers, or helping in the office - it will all be appreciated.

6:20 p.m. Tuesday, May 22, 2001

this scares me. does it scare you?

the Afghan's Taliban has just issued a law, in support of a fatwa from Islamic scholars, that requires any non-Muslim in Afghanistan to wear some mark to visually distinguish them from Muslims. specifically, they suggest a piece of cloth pinned to a shirt pocket.

4:56 p.m. Tuesday, May 22, 2001

mmmmmmm. 8)

flirting is fun. it's even nicer when they flirt back.

does anyone use the term suitor anymore? as in someone who woos you? it's a good term. i like it.

5:20 p.m. Monday, May 21, 2001

i'm ready for my rusty butter knife, Mr. DeMille

oooooohhhhhh... today is so biting my ass. so much so, in fact, that i'm sorely tempted not to come in tomorrow. however, we have on site chair massages set up, and i'm getting one in the middle of the morning. hell, at least it's *some* sort of motivation.

or maybe i should just blame all this on the hot sauce in the burrito.

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