March’s goal: one month without considering boxing my property and signing on with the Legion Etrangere.
I need amazing science fiction to read. It’s time for some re-reading of classics and with luck, discovery of some new and lovely works. Stranger In A Strange Land seems the best place from which to start. We’re to get 8 inches of snow here in Northern Vermont, I will ski with gusto, but half my heart is ready for bare feet and afternoons spent reading in my hammock.
“Intense prolonged sequences of sci-fi action violence, mayhem and destruction, and for language, some sexuality and innuendo.” The MPAA needs a kick in the crotch.
Surreal day managing my inner monologue whilst conversing with the upper echelon of the US RC, simultaneously approaching both Hackworth’s and Heller’s description of the folly in that rarefied air.
Side note: if I were one of the X-Men, my mutant powers would be sarcasm and the ability to enjoy napping.
One of my closest friends wants to go see Act of Valor. I am ambivalent about folks who chose to swim in effluent, and seem to end up with choice missions in completely landlocked locations.
Case in point: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vUfdqaE_KAE&feature=related Drat, the embed link is disabled…
Fig syrup in dark-roasted coffee? Check. Bossa Nova remixes of the Rolling Stones. Yes. No lie, if the videos found on YouTube are any indicator, that movement has it knocked: they generally seem to have a gorgeous woman wearing a cocktail dress and go go boots singing.
I expect the teacher from whom I am learning Latin dance to eventually point out that the music to which I am able to hold to the beat may be more appropriate for booty-shaking. Reggaeton, dancehall, club-altered bossa nova, funky stuff with a fun beat. O aye, that says tough guy compleat. As do the fruity girly-girl drinks, Clementinis, Pomegranatinis -the gentleman will take the sugared rim. ...
I will not be baited into sociopolitical conversations by people making emotive statements based entirely in out of context ‘sound-bites.’ I will not be baited into sociopolitical conversations by people making emotive statements based entirely in out of context ‘sound-bites.’ I will not be baited into sociopolitical conversations by people making emotive statements based...
I need to eat, but before I tweak mood with blood sugar change: I wonder how long the purported central ‘respect for others’ tenet in the ‘1st world’ will last when the resources dwindle to the point that each choice involves the conscious decision to deprive another.
“age of axes, age of swords, shields split, wind age, wolf age, until the world falls into ruin.”
Do you prefer small parties with intimate friends? Do you avoid crowds? Would you rather be reading books in bed in your pajamas? Yes, and I see no need to read Laney’s The Introvert Advantage. It’s not merely a matter of my ego driving me to assume that my introverted lifestyle is superior or that I am ‘right’ -I honestly don’t care. And, I am driven to remove...
Potential crankiness aside, I am having a tough time convincing myself that I do not need an Esoteric Order of Dagon cultist jacket to replace my beat up old hoodie. Running season, proper-like, without shoes, is right around the corner.
Schadenfreude: every human on the planet could eat a v3g4n diet and drive a hybrid, I will still bet a case of small batch bourbon that homo sapiens will breed until the planet is a wasteland. I sadly will not get to enjoy the collapse, drat.
It’s 09:30, and I am already tired of exposure to single-issue ‘activists’ who provide tenuous, emotionally driven and out of context arguments to support their point of view. Citing a source does tend to add credibility, citing a hackneyed opinion or a platitude makes one seem a self-righteous dunce.
Time to order from Stoker’s. Yes, it’s a vile, unhealthy and disgusting habit, but there is little more satisfying than spitting a stream of tobacco onto the hood and windshield of cars that tailgate my bike. And, I like to claim the CDI factor. I know better, but that doesn’t stop me from making the claim.
Damn, I don’t think I can avoid purchasing an interval timer for much longer.
I really notice my need for a workshop when I am cutting metal at home. I would, of course, live in my shop -thus it would be my home… I also need to remember to get my 4-inch bench vise back from my bro’. Tough working with only one vise.
Bored shitless. I think I’ll make some bolt-on oil tank mounts for the Honda.
Ambien night, grokking to Parov Stelar, and quite ready for sleep
I need a two-gallon carboy for fermenting mead. Two gallons is easier to drink than six gallons, or so my biscuit-fueled math skills inform me. Fresh cardamom added to local honey, and champagne yeast to push the alcohol yield. That said, I have 5 gallons of mead to drink while the new batch bubbles away.
The last tomb of the knights of Wangernumb!
Puerile: I have a bad habit of playing every song I can find that is marginally related to Satan, when in honky tonks that have a jukebox.
Modified neolithic diet. Minimal grain, some dairy, some chocolate, some cured meats.
No lie, my least favorite thing about the location of my apartment is the snow-plowing scheduling. I am invariably not quite ready to wake when the grating and grinding of steel across asphalt pulls me from oneironautic fancies.
Figs, bacon and eggs. That is all.
Oooh, deviled eggs.
Snuff Box: “I’m from the future, but I still like boobies.” Excellent.
Then, I am also enamored of any culture that routinely takes heads as a trophy. I say it does not reduce the potential validity of any opinion I hold.
Fewmets. Perhaps one of the better words for scat, although it’s use in The Once and Future King may predispose me to that opinion. All in all, less fun to bellow in public places than ‘feces.’
I lay in bed, downloading and installing GIMP onto my laptop, listening to CeU’s Vagarosa, and firmly believing that I will take the bed out of my apartment and sleep on the floor. This weekend; perhaps I will keep the futon, it’s a queen-sized, thus good for when I have guests.
Deceiver. Any character study with conversations about free will and the river Lethe rings my bell.
Heart of stone, fierce glowing mass of fire, brightness of ice, red strength of wrath!
Dingos using tools and spherical fullerenes. It’s a fine day for the science geek in me.