grant me patience [and/or] give me strength

upon closer inspection, none of the graphics I uploaded since the end of May are showing up here... and upon further inspection, they are no longer in the folder I dump images into on my server.. alrighty then... so either I have a gremlin that's deleting random files, or my host reverted to a backup and didn't tell me... unimpressed am I... luckily most of them are retrievable in my own backup folder, but fuck, that's messier than a bedsheet after a daylong porn shoot... I digress

you're who?

As an online gamer, I often encounter situations that display just how lonely and desperate for attention some people are. The other day in Warcraft, I was getting ready to log off for a break and someone used the /wave emote at me. I /wave'd back and kept on doing whatever I was doing. He kept using friendly emotes and I ended up /dance-ing with the guy. Then I logged off and forgot all about it. Why? It's an RPG and I emote with people every twenty seconds. Anyway, later that evening I logged on and someone immediately sent me a /whisper saying "hey, how's it going?". Considering the fact that each of my friends has as many alts as I do, I figured it was someone I knew or someone in my guild. After a few minutes of polite conversation, I was still clueless and asked who it was I was talking to. The response I got was, "You don't remember?" I replied, "No, I haven't a clue who you are." At this point, I figured it was someone in my guild and my crap-ass memory had failed to recognize the name of the character. Not quite so... the reply I got was, "You danced with me this morning outside the inn!" At that point, I was at a complete loss for words. After a few moments and a few more awkward things messaged to me about the whole dancing event (that I had only a vague recollection of) I politely said I had no clue what he was talking about. He had obviously added me to his Friends list, otherwise he would not have known I had logged on. The last message I received once I told him I was clueless was, "Oh." And that was it. As awkward as it was, I felt bad for whoever was on the other end of that character. Some people really just need a friend.

:o

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With thanks to boysbriefs for making my neck tingle when I saw the jpeg.

"When you're this big, they call you Mister."

Not exactly. A modern day 'David and Goliath'.

This was the funniest thing I've read in a while.



Tabby cat terror for black bear

(BBC) A black bear got more than it bargained for after straying into a family garden in the US state of New Jersey. The unwelcome intruder was forced up a tree - twice - by the family pet, a tabby cat called Jack.

The terrified bear was only able to make its escape when owner Donna Dickey called the hissing cat into the house.

Ms Dickey said Jack liked to keep a close watch on his territory and often chased away small animals, but one of this size was a first.

"We used to joke, 'Jack's on duty', never knowing he'd go after a bear," Donna Dickey told local newspaper The Star-Ledger.

"He doesn't want anybody in his yard," she added.

The bear was first spotted in the tree by neighbours who thought the 15lb (7kg) cat was just looking up at it.

They then realized the bear was afraid of the cat.

After some 15 minutes, the bear descended, but was chased up another tree, before finally making its escape when Jack was called indoors.

Bear sightings are not unusual in the area of West Milford in New Jersey, which experts say is one of the state's most bear-populated areas.

artiste? vandal?

Technically, the art of writing is putting words to paper. Colloquially, it has become slang for composition; the art of composing prose and poetry, which in many traditions was not written down.

I never stop writing (re: composing), it's a constant day long mental activity. More often than not, I am uninspired to write it down permanently; posterity be damned.

I write most frequently about concepts of existence and reality, through observations and theories on a formula of omniversality. [aka. my realization of the god formula in my own bastardized definition of existence (re: omniverse)].

I write here when the mood strikes me, but it's only the smallest smidgen of anything I actually work on. I occasionally jot an entry and never publish it. Some things are meant just for me.

Does that explain it?

;p

softlips: ravishing raspberry

I want something.
I have something.
I am offered something.

That which I want, I cannot have. Is it 'settling for less' to decide to accept something else or just 'being realistic'?
That which I have, I do not want. Is it fair to look at what I have and want something else?
That which I am offered, I accept. Is it worthwhile to embrace something that will flutter away like butterflies in the wind?

Chance and folly dictate my present.
Mistakes and shortsightedness plague my past.
Desire and intrigue shadow my future.

aflutter

I think it is horribly unfair that with just a few words someone can make your heart go all aflutter... horribly unfair and absolutely delightful at the same time! I freely admit, I love it when my heart goes all to mush. What a fantastic feeling!

sometimes confusion is OK

The past six months have been difficult and put a lot of strain on my brain... I've been hanging over a financial precipice brought on by cars and policies... the car that died and was resurrected on the third day, died again and became un-resurrectable; it has become a $6000 lawn ornament... the fun job I so liked to wake up to has steadily declined to a point where their policy has basically become more of a way to give myself a headache than to make a living... but fuck it, I have to say I'm just as happy as I have ever been and maybe even in a happier state of mind... I have no idea why I'd be happier, but such is life... why argue with a good thing :) as I rode on the detestable transit bus today, I was smiling like a little school girl in may, when the blossoms fall and decorate one's hair... to the point, I was listening to some music, up way earlier than I'd ever wish to be on a rainy day in May (though it's June) and I just found life to be delightful... on top of this fantastic mood, I had quality entertainment on the arduous ride to Burnside and back (nearly 3 hours total travel time to go do a 1 hour training session... blargh!) comedy commence:

First, I sat down on one bus, looked ahead an noticed I was sitting three seats away from Cro-magnon man. Not a word of lie, the man could have posed for a picture in an archaeological magazine. I first saw him in profile only and the thought ran through my mind, but then he turned my way and I damn near shouted out loud...



This is a very good rendition of the dude on the bus. Minus the loincloth and muscles (and I guess minus the aliens too, but I wouldn't count it out for him... creeeeeepy). He was fully dressed (thank the gods) and was not muscular at all. The funniest thing was the hair style he had... it was cropped short straight across the front and had a blunt edge across the back, which accentuated his forehead... His stylist (if it's not a bowl and clippers) might have been Ray Charles if he was still living and had taken up styling.

On the same bus, as we got near a terminal, this young guy with a huge fro was sitting in back and as he left, he swung himself straight up into the air using the bars on the roof and dropped right in front of me. He looked me in the eye and growled like a stoned bear. "Rooowwwrr..." Then he got off the bus. I was amused... very, very amused.

On the next bus, I was sitting at the back and on the sideways seats (curse them) ahead of me, someone had left the little plastic case that you find newly bought camera film in. Those things aren't exactly soft. This guy came strolling to the back of the bus and sat right down on it. He was there for 20 minutes until he got off the bus and unless he didn't want to let on, he never realized it. I know if I sat on something like that, my ass would feel it... the poor thing was pretty much flat after that, all I could do was chuckle to myself.

A few moments after he got off, we stopped in front of a school. As we sat waiting, a kid came from behind the bus and punched the window right beside me. It made a really loud bang and most of the people on the bus (including the driver) stared at me like I was bonkers. I just grinned and stared out the window.

What an interesting day. I got home and watched Beauty Shop with my housemate for fun. The best part of the day was that the rain that threatened with drizzle and howling wind ... all ... morning ... long ... decided not to fall until I was less than a block away from my house. So I didn't spend the morning soaking wet! Yay! And you know, sometimes when it rains, you just have to go play in the puddles. (Aren't I cute in my yellow slicker and galoshes?!?)



Life is good. :)

Engage!(ing) or so I found it to be...

An interesting and slightly comical fanfic blog that might interest Trekkies.

http://jlpicard.blogspot.com/

Oh, if only...

Oh a man can dream can't he. Yes, yes he can.

Read some Playwitch