bluejean lottery

found $10 in the pocket when i put on my jeans. stellar!

didn't get to run yesterday, so that's a chore for today. fridays really should be a day off, but saturday will be a day off b/c sunday's the 14-miler in the snow.

finally got speedy's computer to the point where i could copy the docs & pics to the ftp site and get them later, but the picture-copying stopped in the middle of the night for some unknown reason. it takes umpteen hours to copy the pics, and i can't sit around and watch it, so now it's got to be restarted this morning. no time for this! got things to do. places to go. peepholes to see.

jen-po & the fish

jen-po was not a wealthy man, but jen-po had a small garden, and in the small garden, he had a small pond, and in the small pond was one fish. jen-po loved the fish with all his heart and went to talk to the fish every day.

jen-po would ask the fish how are you doing today? and the fish would not say anything. jen-po would ask the fish do you like your pond? and the fish would not say anything. jen-po would ask are you hungry? and still the fish was silent.

jen-po loved the fish because the fish was kind and the fish was intelligent and the fish was beautiful. jen-po did not need for the fish to say anything.

jen-po went one day to the pond to visit the fish, and the fish was gone. in the place of the fish was a bird. jen-po asked the bird what have you done with my fish? the bird said to jen-po dear, sweet jen-po... i am the fish. and the bird flew away.

jen-po wept.

settle down, little lady

did you hear about that three-year-old who threw a fit getting on the airtran flight? she was screaming, crying, crawling under the seats, and hitting her parents. she refused to get in her seat, and until everyone's seated, the flight can't leave the gate. so... the crew escorted the family off the plane. if you're kicked off a plane, you have to wait 24 hours to get on another plane, which the family did not know.

the family was on the news, and the three year old really looked quite a bit smaller than her parents. pretty sure they could have controlled her - as in, forced her into the seat. or, they could have gotten off the plane voluntarily. getting kicked off would seem to me to be the least desirable option, but they had to have seen it coming - had to have been given a warning by the flight crew.

so, they didn't want to force the child into the seat... then, they can't ride the plane. there's no choice about getting in your seat on the plane, although there is a choice about getting on a plane or not. they did apparently get on a plane the next day without incident.

not sure this is making sense... feel like i'm blathering this morning. bottom line? parents are responsible for disciplining their children and encouraging good behaviour. the kids are not in charge, and it's shirking parental responsibility to leave it up to the kids to control themselves.

angry gypsies with glittering black eyes

hello from the coffee beanery b/c my old man rocks.

i ran six miles today in an hour b/c i rock. the hour includes all the stoppage time at traffic lights and the such. sweet.

also sent an email to my siblings concerning things that concern us. much honesty was employed. feeling rockish about that, also.

purchased some crackers at eckerd for a snack here at the beanery, and this particular pkg was perhaps struck by a rock. b/c it's crumbs... duh.

tried to put a pic on here for ya, but it ain't working. that don't rock, huh?

the vanpool pulled up this pm to pick me up, and i opened the door, and peered inside, and there's 2 folks on each seat. so, i stood there a sec, then i said, c'mon folks, somebody's got to scoot over. seriously - did they think i'd just say, oh, you're full, forget it.?? uh... i've got to get on the van, people, so scober-over! the longest seat is in the back, but did they scober? why, nober, they did not scober. so, i was kinda half on the front seat, perching... perching.

we got stopped by a cop b/c they were stopping all traffic. why? for the elephant parade! the circus is in town, and the elephants have to get from the train to the arena on foot. they were late - not supposed to happen at rush hour. at first, i was disgusted, thinking it was going to take a long time, but it turned out to be a short parade and stellar to boot. three elephants, a dozen or so handlers on foot, and another dozen angry gypsies riding bareback on horses. seriously angry gypsies on what must be the dancing horses.

when i was a kid, maybe 7 or 8, i was riding in old baltimore, heart-filled, head-filled with glee. oh, just kidding. geesh! settle down! when i was a kid, about 7 or 8, i said to the cabbie, yo home' smell ya later. again with the kidding. take a chill pill!

when i was 7 or 8, i was riding with my grandmother-who-wished-to-be-called-grandmother. we were stopped at a traffic light, and i said something in aggravation. some little kid epithet of some sort in an attitude of anger doubtless learned from my parents. i.e.: it's bad to get caught at the light. grandmother said, no, no. it's great be the first car in line. then, you get to see the parade of all the other cars going by. hulahoops & handsprings, i tell ya what, i am still trying to capture that attitude every single day of my life.

it's not that you got stopped that matters. what matters is that you got to see the parade.

twofer twosday

the say hey program is going well, thank you. this little guy is kinda sayin' hey to tuesday.

new office supplies arrived at the office yesterday. score!

got the cd to burn data last night (step uno) for trying to burn iso today at work (step deux) for trying to fix the broken computer (step tre). hopes are high for fixing both broken notebook and unworking printer hub - making it a twofer twosday.

did you see bruce pearl at the ut women's game? what a nut! but, what a great supporter of his fellow coach. he described pat summit as the best person i know, and one would have to ask, bruce - what about your wife? or, any other member of your family?. but then - it's bruce pearl, and he tends to be effusive.

effusive sounds like effluent which sounds like affluent, but they are all quite different.

put in a solid 4 miles yesterday. wanted to go 6, but didn't have time. mayhaps today shall be the day. supposed to do 14 on sunday, and it's supposed to be cold & raining or snowing. but, it's early in the week, eh? that could change.

change? don't ever change! you're perfect just the way you are!

hero monday

successfully did not use the snooze this morning. not sure if i'm feeling more rested for it, but definitely feeling inordinately pleased with myself for accomplishing it. it's a bird! it's a plane! it's anti-snoozer!

need to find some way to clean the notebook screen, since the for use with notebooks computer screen wipes turned out to be not for use with notebooks. speedy's notebook died, and i'm going to try to help rescue the data. last night while working on it, called allen-my-allen, and of course he had the fixes. don't know whether i'd rather be able to handle it all myself and be the hero, or whether it's just too much data for my pretty little head to absorb.

tonight -- 24 & heroes are both back, but my presence has been requested elsewhere. tivo to the rescue - talk about a hero.

doing less with less

$1.5 billion. that's how much oprah's worth. that's billion with a b. that is crazy money, you know? that kind of money is making more money in interest than you can ever spend. i've heard that people consistently will tell you if they were bringing home 20% more income, they'd be all set. people bringing home $20,000 per year would be all set if they were brining home $24,000. people bringing home $30,000 think they need $36,000. based on what arrived at casa ace last year... well, yeah, another 20% would seem to just about cover it. the irony is that it's never enough, is it? b/c you get more, you spend more, you have more obligations, then you need more.

next up for ace -- attempting to get less, spend less, have fewer obligations, and need less.

p.s. went for a little 3-miler this morning. the weather is spectacularly wet, misty, grey, & cold. seriously excellent weather for a run, which turned out slower than it should have, but no less fun than it could have.

sweet & sour

yeah, yeah. sweet & sour. but i prefer sesame chicken, so here's a pic of that.

sweet:
* 11.2 this morning in 1:46.
* caught this on the odometer for ya - 1961196. honesty compels me to reveal it was 196119.6. no less sweet for the dot, eh?
* how 'bout them 'dores with a win over the blue mist today.
* paid the phone bill & the mortgage, balanced the checkbook.
* gonna get to go to the office supply store & get new supplies for the new year. love me some office supplies.
* uh... sesame chicken. alternately, blue coast burrito salad.

sour:
* when you start counting calories, you might be surprised how much you are consuming. most days it's under control, but on the weekends, well... let's just say weekends need some work.
* laundry & filing piling up.
* lofton injured in ut v. usc game. that's south carolina,
not southern cal.

that's enough of that.

so far this year, have read glass castle by jeannette walls, and give that one a double thumbs up. currently reading cross by james patterson, and would have to say it's a stereotypical male-written mystery/crime novel. that is - shallow, obvious, predictable, & violent. the violence i could to without, but hey, everyone needs a little shallow now & then.

the real estate mkt around here is absofreakin'lootely out of control. our neighbors' house sold for $280k and another neighbor has their house up for $290k. even this old shack, with the ancient carpet and hens in the kitchen, even this place could go for $250k no problem. if it were just me, i'd sell it and get an airstream and a harley and live on the road. wonder if i could tow an airstream w/ a harley... the specs on this one say it can be towed by conventional vehicles including most cars. how 'bout a kickash harley? maybe it's a strong as a car, eh? it would probably fall over... so i put the harley in the airstream and tow it all with my jeep. the jeep would come in handy for carrying my canoe.

wellnow, it ain't just me, and there are better things in life than bein' alone in an airstream. but, if it were just me, that's where i'd be.

come monday

if you think jimmy buffet is all margaritaville, that's your loss. come monday is one of the greatest songs ever, son of a sailor is fabulous, and there's more so you should check it out.

as for me, come monday i am going cold turkey on the snooze button. setting the alarm for the time i actually want to get up... and then... actually getting up. i don't care if you believe me or not b/c you will see when it happens, it happens.

as for today, going to the parc w/ speedy for a run. 32º and sunny. time for tights and hoods. here's hoping i can actually get through this thing. later we'll have bills and filing and all sorts of fun stuff.

letter to ol' dw... boogity boogity!

hey, darrell -

i am highly skeptical that i will hear from you, but i will give this a try. i have a business proposition for you &/or michael. the basis is that i need transportation, and you need advertising. i propose that you wrap a car in advertising and that i drive this car to work and around town. you provide the car & maintenance, and i provide the driving & gas. your ad would buzz up & down the interstate every day as i commute to work. on the weekends, i participate in marathon training, 5k and other road races, adult recreational soccer, and of course i do errands like grocery shopping. for a relatively small amount of money - much less cost than other forms of advertising - your ads will get a great deal of exposure.

looking forward to hearing from you soon,
ace

pinker than an indian river grapefruit

that project that was going so well... yeah, the other shoe dropped. the folks who were cooperating had held out a request for totally reformatting the entire shebang, and they played it last night like a trump card. so, we will either reformat and be late or not reformat and be on time. either way, they will absolve themselves and blame us: either we don't care about quality or we don't care about on-time delivery. i advocate for on-time, as the formatting doesn't affect the content. plus, it gets the project over & out more soonerly.

tomorrow - to the park for the 11.2 with speedy & the gang. at 6-freakin'-a-m. don't know whose idea it was to go so early. note to self: get some sleep tonight.

today is popcorn day, but there's no hummus in the house, so it won't be hummus day. very sad. very, very sad.

ooops - would you look at the time. gotta go!

her assistant is causing a bit of a stir

what is the deal with the peanut allergies? kids dying from having peanuts nearby. kids dying if another kid brings a pb&j or a snickers bar for lunch, putting peanuts in the lunchroom. were kids dying of peanut allergies for centuries, or is this something new?

lottery tickets. if you are on foodstamps or welfare, you should not be allowed to purchase lottery tickets. why? b/c you are using my money to buy food, and if you have any leftover money for lotto, you should be using it for food and giving me my money back!

oops.

put on some tangerine lip gloss and answer the door

spring marathon training season gets underway in a couple of weeks. irony: participation in running may be hindered by not having reliable transportation. the training runs all begin approx 20 miles north of us, and we're not running 20 miles in order to run 20 miles.

that's it, just a complaint this morning.

word

sometimes you have to do things you don't want to do.

fa' shizzle.



that's it.

say hey wednesday

some of you will recall the say hey program from the past. here's how it works:

most folks greet each other in the hallways, at the printer, in the restroom, at a meeting...
hey.
hey.
how you doing?
good, and you?

a particular co-worker of me avoids eye contact and refuses to say hey, pretending the hey's are not for her. so, now she gets called out specifically by name. there is no mistaking that the hey is for her. she can't hide from the hey. typical exchange:
hey, NAME.
hey.
how you doing?

well, that's it. it's working. i call her out by name and get a response hey, but no information on how she's doing. that's fine, b/c i don't really give a hula how she's doing, but by jiminy, she's gonna say hey to me.

epaminondous

what would you do if you felt something slipping out of your grasp?

let's say it's a kite. you feel the string inching out of your grasp. you would probably hang on tighter to the part you had a hold of. you might even wrap the string around your finger or your hand, to hold on better. that's how you hang onto something that's floating away - you hang onto it tighter.

let's say it's a handful of water. you feel the drops dripping out of your grasp. you would probably tighten up your own hands, your own self, against the thing's leaving. that's how you hang onto something that's seeping away - you hang onto yourself tighter.

let's say it's a little bird. you feel the wings fluttering out of your grasp. you could hang on tighter to the bird. you might even tie a string around it and wrap the string around your hand or your finger. but, that might just strangle the bird or cripple it. you could probably tighten up your hands, your own self, against it's leaving. but, that might just scare it, make it fear you, cause it to shut down. your best bet here is to be. that's it: simply be. let the bird know you, and decide to stay on it's own. that's how you hang onto something that's willing itself away - you don't hang on at all.

and, too... that's how you risk that little bird's taking a bit of yourself away with it.

unexpected

1. jack shooting curtis.
2. the nuquelar weapon.
3. no more dish soap.
4. tuesday's arrival.
5. borat's acceptance speech.
6. waterbed.
7. ella & jasmine's coexistence.
8. winning $7 in the powerball.

r.i.p. mlk, jr

back in junior high, we memorized this poem, incident, by countee cullen. i was completely knocked out by it, remembered it off the bat, and have not ever forgotten it. i'm leaving out a controversial word, out of respect for a group of people to which i do not belong... who use this word amongst themselves with myriad meaning and no less controversy than when it's used by folks not in the group. you can fill in the blank, but i'm leaving it blank here.

incident

once riding in old baltimore --
heart-filled, head-filled with glee,
i saw a baltimorian
keep looking straight at me.

now, i was eight and very small,
and he was no whit bigger.
and so i smiled, but he stuck out
his tongue, and called me, "n-----!"

i saw the whole of baltimore
from may until december,
but of all the things that happened there,
that's all that i remember.

aced

mini-me cinquo-aced the post.
plus, the temp is currently dyslexical.
solid.

lighthouse

in a lighthouse.
away from the eyes & ears
& prodding minds
of people.

in the guise of...
getting to know you.
caring about you.
in the guise of...
community.
fellowship.
in the guise of...
society.
in the guise of....

what i do & choose.
what i believe & think.
actions. opinions. faith.
what i am

is mine.

and if i am going to barter
what is mine,
it will be only for
what is worthy.

all is well with the world

my old man found my watch. all is well.

the saints look darling in their all-black uni's, don't you think? peyton & the colts won, in baltimore. ironic, that.

it's 8:46:11. i know this b/c i have a watch.

sweet little numbers

look what happened.
isn't it sweet.
glad to have caught it,
and here it is for you.

watch face on the milk carton

marvelous run this morning -- 9:24 pace over the monster hill and back for 8 miles. that's the good news. the bad news is that somehow somewhere i have lost my beloved timex watch, and i sewanee i had it on this morning and took it off to put on the garmin. but i also sewanee i put it in the cup holder, but when i got home it wasn't there. holding out hope that my old man finds it on his bike ride. yes, he went for a bike ride and is retracing my route. [what a keeper!] or, that speedy picked it up w/ her mp3 player. it's all just so very sad b/c i really love that watch.

p.s. update: no watch. very sad. also, this model is apparently no longer produced by timex and is only available on ebay. it's the mystery answer model number 70113 or tmx70113. just in case you want to get me a replacement.

one would prefer fun; one would settle for tolerable.

up early to run the hill with speedy and a bunch of bazookaheads including some people i have never met who want to run like 8 min miles. here's a secret: i don't run that fast. okay, that's not a secret, really. the whole thing was my idea and emailed to a select group thought to include no bazookaheads, and then one turned out to be a bazookahead spy and had to go and post it on the message board, and now there is no telling who will show up and really how are you supposed to have any fun if you are in the back of the pack all the time? not expecting to be the leader, mind you, but do get tired of being in the back. also, it's like 61º right now and probably going to be 55º at 7am b/c the temp is dropping b/c there is rain coming in, and also it is very windy. it's impossible to determine what to wear. the conditions are poor and the company is questionable. oh, and then there is the car trouble that inspired me to email yesterday and say don't wait on me & speedy b/c i thought we might be late and wanted to let people know, and a whole boatload of bazookaheads accused me, in the guise of joking ha-ha, of setting up a group run and then backing out. which i could very well do, but didn't, and didn't appreciate being accused of it, although it's not out of the question that it would happen.

• don't know who will be there.
• don't know what to wear b/c don't know what the weather is doing.
• don't know how my knee will feel so don't know how far i can go.

this just typifies why not to plan things w/ a group of people. you can't control the circumstances enough to ensure that it will be at the least just simply bearable.

ninja

brain age for nintendo ds -- aka dr. sudoku
* headcount is a hideous pasttime that should not be called a game
* the fastest you can go is rocketship
* got a rocketship today on syllable count, because i am stellar
* dr. sudoku is big into drawing pictures
* earned enough sudoku points to unlock the advanced sudokus.

supposed to be in a mtg right now, but boycotting it b/c who calls mtgs at 3pm on friday before a 3-day weekend? criminy.

this guy on my van looks like shrek. well, besides not being green and not having weird ear antenna things. i'd show you a separated at birth, but we don't take vanpool class of '06 photos, so i'd have nothing to compare.

tomorrow speedy & i are supposed to run the big hill with about 4 other people. still ambivalent on this. should be fun to do the running, but will also be raining. and, will likely be a difficult course. not sure i am up for the difficulty or the socialization-while-running aspect. usually try to stick with speedy for the solid sarcastic, mocking conversations that are so key to making it through the distance, but might not be able to keep up with her. but... it will be cold enough to wear our new hoods! speedy's is pink, and mine is black.

sometimes blogger is happy.
sometimes blogger is sad.
sometimes blogger will upload my pix,
and sometimes blogger's just bad.

when i lost it, i just stayed out there.

criminy, people! this is not the first time i've worn a dress to work. this is not even the first time i have worn this dress to work. it's just a freakin' dress, so you can stop acting like i'm the rose parade queen or something. and, you're lying when you say i never wear hose & heels, because as a matter of fact i was wearing these same hose & these same heels just yesterday. that's right, the very prigzact same. the next person who says anything about what i am wearing -- anything -- i sewanee i am gonna put the hurt on yo head.

words

• are you on the list?
• it's unfortunate, but not surprising.
• where mullets come to die.
• that's a pain in the hoodia.
• i am a fighting duck.
• there was scalp showing.
• dr. enema? dr. enema? paging dr. enema?

actually

jerky macjerkelheimer and i had an actual conversation this morning.

oil is less than $54/barrel, and actual gas prices keep going up.

found an actual abacus, abandoned by someone who'd moved offices. actually moved it to my office. now i have an actual abacus.

actually have not found the meese pyjamas. actually quite sad about that. missing them inordinately.

missed

1. got this stuff to use to clean the notebook screen. thought it said, for notebook computers. missed the initial not. as in not for notebook computers.

2. MIA: pyjama pants with moose & bears & pine trees.

3. at the mall last night, could have got the chuck taylors. missed the chance.

4. people in town i'd like to see, including but not limited to dane bradshaw and my allen. probably will have to miss ol' dane.

5. you can miss me now, because i'm leaving.

missing meeses

salted almonds are stellar.

have lost one of my pj pants -- the ones with the bears & mooses & pine trees. mooses? meese? you know - the flannel ones. where are they? bullwinkle is a moose, and pyjama is an indian word. dots, not feathers.

t-3 days to running the hill. didn't get to run today b/c of the glorious potluck.

no longer shopping at gnc. they misled us about the gold card renewal - told us we could get it for free. what they meant was -- spend enough, and it will be like getting it for free b/c of the discounts. we looked at the receipt and noticed it wasn't for free. didn't like being misled, so took everything back, cancelled the transaction, and went to vitamin shoppe. spent the same amount of money at the vitamin shoppe. so there.

i'd really like to see talladega nights. feel free to purchase the dvd and send it my way. thanks, you're a doll!

is it tuesday already?

got up 10 minutes earlier, and what a difference. i am sure my whole day will be fabulous because of this. the dishes are washed, the bed is made. simply fabulous.

another article in the paper about how, if you want to lose weight, you need to consume fewer calories than you burn. not sure at this point who doesn't know this.

how 'bout them gators? 41-14 when i quit watching and switched to leno for headlines & keifer. set the tivo's kids -- 24 starts back in a couple weeks, with a 2-night extravaganza.

on the docket for today -- potluck & meetings. there aren't words to express the amount of fun this promises to be.

if you're happy and you know it, pipe down

surgery today went well. no, i did not have surgery. someone else did, but the phone calls were all positive, and since it went well, you really don't need to worry your pretty little head over that.

hoping tomorrow's potluck will go as well as the surgery, but everyone who'd rather go run... raise your hand.

the new ups commercial uses the song such great heights. know who sings that song? if you do not know, you should google it. quite ironical.

fixin' to watch the ohio state v. florida game, and it will be odd to cheer for florida, but it's all about the sec in the post-season. auburn, lsu, kentucky, south carolina, georgia were winners, alabama, arkansas, and ut lost, so it's total 5-3 winners from the sec, and with florida tostitos bcs national championship game... could be 6-3, and that's strong. also, tostitos sponsored 2 bowl games, and that's kind of strange. because who eats tostitos? everyone knows doritos are better.

doritos and tostitos both come in lime flavor, but the doritos lime are only available in the uk. strange.

currently reading: glass castle by jeannette walls. excellent book. here's the list from '06. aiming for more in '07, and with the new harry potter coming out... facing a decision as to whether to reread all the previous harry potters to get the full impact. probably will, although might have to purchase the paperbacks, as the hardbacks are a challenge to lug around. also would like to check out the lemony snickets, and of course, all the new andrew greeleys and any new grishams and a couple jasper ffords. probably should visit the liberry, as these are many books.

books read '06:
vanishing acts - jean picoult
sea of glory - ken wales, david pohling
the peculiar memoirs of thomas penman - bruce robinson
faster - james gleick
light from heaven - jan karon
six easy pieces - richard feynman
bitter is the new black - jen lancaster
a different universe: reinventing physics from the bottom down - robert laughlin
irish crystal - andrew greeley
prince of darkness - sharon kay penman
well of lost plots - jasper fford
the last book in the universe - rodman philbrick
a grave talent - laurie r. king
to play the fool - laurie r. king
night work - laurie r. king

game time! go gators!!

la rocca

blogger's out of beta, but i don't want to switch. i'd rather fight than switch.

two bill pullman movies were showing at the same time this afternoon -- ID4 and sleepless in seattle. here's a pic of ol' bill, should you not know who he is.

perusing the clearance table at the grocery this afternoon, found that item that no good jewish child should be without: the hanukkah yoyo. being neither jewish nor good [though debatably childish...], i did not purchase the yoyo.

managed to run three miles this morning in 26:33. things are looking up there.

too bad about eli and the giants losing. a manning v. manning super bowl would have been worth watching.

got a hair cut yesterday. liked how it looked, so i went back and got the others cut to match. [da-dum-ching!]. so, i'm sitting there in the chair, and not wearing my glasses, so truly cannot see a dingitydagum thing. snip. one snip of the shears, and mini-me goes oh, my. i am like that is not the appropriate thing to say when some blind person is getting a hair cut. anyhooo - it turned out loverly, in case you were worried about it.

ever heard of la rocca? just caught their video on imf, and it was pretty good -- beatle'esque. and, now on tv: michael waltrip -- inside the life of. sweet! gotta go watch this. love me some michael waltrip.

separated at birth?

<-- tony dungy,
colts head coach

herm edwards, -->
chiefs head coach





colts ahead 23-8, 10:10 to go in the 3rd. if it can't be the titans, the colts will do.

would you look at the time... nickel-nickel-nickel... that dane cook, he cracks me up!

nada

put mini-me in the car & sent her on her way. only 2 hours after she originally wanted to leave. well, maybe more like 26 hours. should be passing brigadoon in about 20 minutes. woo-hoo!

speaking of 26, watching arkansas beat up on alabama by 26 points. okay, it's only 24 points, but i wanted to make that point. ha, ha.

should be balancing the checkbook and paying the bills, but thinking maybe i'll just go for a run first.

calculating

should have majored in math. math is not something one uses every day, so now i miss math. not that a math major would have been marketable, but hulahoops, the major i got turned out not to be so marketable. it's the degree that's marketable, not the major. should have just majored in math.

speaking of math, should be balancing the checkbook and paying the bills right now.

erg.

beneath a pink sky

we all go out and swim
beneath a pink sky
after the flood
the cool lake in shadow
the wind like music
the moment delicate and still.

boys leave the road to run through water
and stop behind a rock garden to sing.

carpe pawpaws

new year's resolutions:
- be nice.
- eat more grapes.
- practice ballet every day.
- think inside the box.
- cultivate the biting of fingernails.
- become master of the sliderule.
- pick up pawpaws. put 'em in my pocket.

she knows what all my imperfections are

she said i was the brightest little firefly in her jar.

~ copeland

statutes & liberty

mini-me is playing stumbled upon and just stumbled upon some weird hermit crab animation. people do some weird shizzle on the web.

guns don't kill people. donkeys with guns kill people. every freaking chance they get.

my old man's mother's print server is a ps121. which is also an elementary school in manhattan.

this new dodge commercial features rockem sockem robots. if you don't remember rockem sockem robots, well i am sorry for you b/c you are obviously a baby.

24 will be back on jan 14. maybe running the big hill jan 13, so probably will still be sleeping that off on the 14.

didja hear that vince young won rookie of the year? yay for him. the final game was a real letdown b/c they just didn't play with the intensity that they had been. but, a stellar season for young mr. young, n'est-ce pas? currently watching the sugar bowl. missed the fiesta bowl, which was apparently the best so far. won on a 2-point conversion. also featured the statue of liberty play and the hook & ladder play, both of which would have been stellar to see. lsu just ran a fake punt, so that was spectacular. also quite good - the lsu band. but as usual, the brilliant producer included too many closeups of band members. they did this cool formation with smoke & banners to look like a volcano, but we almost missed it b/c of the producers.

ace - out!

what are words for

i don't know what to tell you now -
just don't know what to say.
i don't know how to make it right -
can't make it go away.

they say you can't go home again
and say what's done is done.
you can't go back and change the past:
the future has begun.

all the words that would have fit
are old and tired and trite.
and anything i could have said,
or should have said, or might....

is it too late for talking -
too late to clear the air?
i need a chance, just one more chance,
to tell you that i care.

i care for your tomorrow,
and i care for your today,
but mostly i just care for you
in a nearly painful way.

out of order

everything out of order -
could be just one thing out of place.
find the one thing
put it back in place
everything falls into order.

everything out of place -
could be just one thing out of order.
out of order = out of line,
or
out of order = broken.

the feng shui of life is out of whack.