One spray bottle away from wet cat.

What a beautiful spring day.
The cats are at play.
The boyfriend's away.
I wish I had clay.

Well, not really, but it rhymed. Two years have gone by in Fredericton and it has been enjoyable, but life changes things and things change with life. I already have a countdown going on in my head... ten months, twenty six days... that's only a ball park figure, but it's something to aim for. Another change in life, as life changes. As odd as it may be, the destination is Halifax. I want to go back to school and while I may not be able to achieve this by my goal of September 2012, it's at least a step in the right direction. Who knows, maybe I'll win the lottery. Dalhousie Music, here's hoping.

snickersnee

Pointed and poking, it's impaled my mind. What a good thing, I must say. Strange that so many closed doors could lead to a whole new lifepath. I'm really looking forward to this. And kittehs! :D

heh, more's the boatsworth if you drop the eel.

hmph.

Here I am, a year later... and what's changed? Not a fucking thing.

Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!

The gods are making sport of me.

god bless Wikipedia

Randomness is always cool. From their featured pic section:

"The emerald cockroach wasp (Ampulex compressa) is an entomophagous parasite wasp species which is known for its unusual reproductive behavior. The female will capture a live cockroach by stinging it twice, first to paralyze it and the second to disable the roach's escape reflex. After the roach recovers, it is taken to the wasp's burrow, where the wasp lays an egg inside the roach's abdomen. With no escape reflex, the roach will simply rest there. After the larvae hatch a few days later, they will devour the roach from the inside."

It disables its escape reflex. Wow. Talk about specialized evolution.

That's a big, "Don't fuck with me" if I've ever seen one. I don't like cockroaches, so haha!

full circle

A decade has gone by and here I am again, single and sleeping on a floor.

Way to make progress, Campbell.

The Book of Eli

Behold, the Good Shepherd; mind the Wrath.

seriously, that's just sad

Generally speaking, I refrain from reading 'comments' on the web. People comment on everything. Sadly, the majority of comments are borderline ridiculous. The random times that I actually read comments, I usually come away wondering if the people that wrote them suffer from mental retardation.

If future generations were to sum up our society based on a study of 'comments' on the web, I'm fairly certain their summation would be, and let me phrase this in a currently fashionable Internet phrase, "Fail."

Go Fox News! UR TEH SUK.

"A wise man once told me that we are all God in drag. I like that. Sometimes when I'm in a public place or sitting at a stop light, I'll watch people walking by and I'll silently say to myself, "He's God. She's God. He's God. She's God." Before long I always find myself feeling a warm sense of affinity for these strangers. The experience is even more powerful when I do this while observing a person who is clearly suffering. On occasion I'll test my little spiritual practice by turning on Fox News. Within minutes I become an atheist."


from Vanity Card #240, CHUCK LORRE PRODUCTIONS
found at http://www.chucklorre.com/

quote of the day

A gay man's harem: a flock of hand towels.