Kvetch. Why, oh why, did I feel compelled to eat -all- the leftover caramel last night? And: Why, oh why, must getting a nosebleed be a part of my daily, first-thing-in-the-morning routine?

Must wrap and send gifts for Shield and Z today. If I ship a box "priority" (or whatever that more expensive class is called) then maybe I can get it to them by Solstice. Why, oh why, am I so bad about getting gifts and sending them in a timely way? [Does it have something to do with that time that my family was consumed by a wild pack of flesh eating Santa Clauses?]

Tonight the filmmakers group is meeting to do something "abstract" about rhythm. Don't know how this is going to go, but it's Leopoldo's baby, and I want to support all the players here. Fuzzy about what project I want to do next, personally. J gave me a talking to about what an imposition bad writing is on the audience -- which has me feeling like I should either be thinking about how to get to that next level, or acknowledge to myself that I'm just futzing around.

Youthlib.com is exciting. While G was doing evaluations of online courses for PSU, I did a bunch of writing on the laptop in her livingroom. Drew up a draft homepage layout that I feel positive about. Also been working on an essay about the definition of YL that will kick some ass -- when I finally figure out how to start it on the right foot. I've written two introductions so far (maybe 5 hours of work?) that just don't cut it. New plan: a more spartan essay -- cut to the chase and explain the definition first; talk about different purposes of definitions and how to use the definition for evaluation at the end.

Bah. I'm in sore need of some clean dishes and clean laundry.

I would like to get the xmas tree up this afternoon. And, if at all possible, check out Saturday Market for bowls for Grannie and Grampa. [The market's open weekdays during the build up to xmas.]

Beware of the Willywags
one and all full of silly gags
they giggle and bounce
they bibble and flounce
a Willywag's full of mischief
down to his last ounce!

Seussical mutterings aside, I would just like to say: meh. 3:40am, and J has just left to go sleep at E's place. Tomorrow bright and early they drive to SLC. If they get back around Jan 8, that'll be 22 days -- the longest we've ever been apart, I believe. I'm going to be having a wonderful time here in town with G over xmas, and then at the coast. But nonetheless: meh.

I worry for J -- it's scary to go be off your own turf for that long. And with someone elses family. And while trying to keep doing your paying job via a wacky DSL work-around. Everyone cross your fingers!

The three feet between
two people
is an ocean

And every time we open
our mouths
we have to invent a
new language
to try to talk to
one another

Then I forget it again
when you go
and you start to become
a memory

Which is why I need
someone who
will stay in eyesight
keep their hand in mine
just keep talking

This is what I think
about
intimacy

Thanks to gl. for pointing me at this quiz... Hee!

The first time I took this, I turned out as Snookums, cuz I said I liked to eat humans. Went back and changed that answer to "Space Aubergines". ...What's an aubergine? Google says it's like an eggplant.


You are Gonzo the Great.
You love everyone, and still you get shot out of a
cannon on a regular basis. Oh, and you are
completely insane and have a strange
fascination for chickens.

ALSO KNOWN AS:
The Great Gonzo, Gonzo the Great, Just Plain Weird
SPECIES:
Whatever

HOBBIES:
Tapdancing blindfolded on tapioca while balancing a
piano on his nose, backwards, five times fast.

FAVORITE MOVIE:
"From Here to Eternity...with no brakes."

FAVORITE TV SHOW:
"Touched By An Anvil"

QUOTE:
"No parachute? Wow! This is so cool!"


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