I would like that when I die, my body be donated for organ harvest and/or to science. Whatever gain may come from my "used car" after I'm done with it will make me glad. I once thought that it should be given to a drug cartel to be rendered down (mined even) for drugs, but I don't do enough drugs anymore to make it worthwhile for them. (I'll ( Read more... )

I haven't had time to do much of anything for myself lately. I've helped Mary & Tim move to Doraville. This included moving all my shit here. Remember the fire hydrant? Remember the school-bus sized toolbox? Man! It's been a workout ( Read more... )

Lest we forget that their disaster made ours look like a tea party. Remember also that they had no warning. There was no evacuation. Keep clicking the "next" button. The images become more telling and disturbing.

http://homepage.mac.com/demark/tsunami/9.html

Let's ride!
http://www.worldnakedbikeride.org/res_high/index.html

It is with a heavy heart, a lump in my throat and a tear in my eye that I find myself signing off my Live Journal. I will always love you, my adoring public. My apologies go to all of you that have followed me through all my many adventures. (The tear rolls down my cheek.) To each of you I owe my undying gratitude for your endless patience, ( Read more... )

Yep, she's stalking me. Veronica follows me around the house as if everything I do is magic. I mean, You'd think after enough years she'd get used to a toilet flushing, wouldn't you? But no. After the godzillionth time, she still goes right up, puts her front paws up on the bowl and watches it go 'round and down. Then she looks up at me to see ( Read more... )

My job goes well. Boss, employees and customers love me. What should be and once was very stressful is now strangely comforting to me. Oddly, the normally satisfying aspects of day-to-day existence are, meanwhile, becoming tedious. Oh, well. It's not all that. I'm still quite happy in my day-to-day existence. I think that achieving relative ( Read more... )

Jason, a bicycle courier, coworker and good freind, made me a bike. I gave him a ride home today and picked it up. It fits like a glove! I saw Joy, his wife while I was there. I really intend to get Alice, myself, Joy and Jason together for dinner, drinks, caving or something someday. It seems to be rather hard to achieve this, though. O.K. ( Read more... )

I'm just sitting here listening to a couple of new albums: Ween, Quebec and Cibo Matto, Stereo Type A. It's like Alice once said, music helps takes the sting out of being poor.

OK, so this is my first time. Didn't you have a first time?