Wednesday September 7th

Wednesday September 7th, 2005

You should know: I will deal with you as best I can, do what I think is right and fair, but if you won't work with me, if you decide that I should be held in disdain for some reason, I have to assume you are a lost cause, and to me you're no longer a personality; you're just a force of nature.

Dakota Jones earned several badges today. 2 firefighter badges to complete the set, 2 troll rave badges, and a badge for 2 of the monsters in Croatoa, Iron Jack and the punkin' head.

Lunch today was potatoes, aspiration, red pearl onions, and corn on the cob. Very autumn.

DVDs arrived today from Netflix: Millennium, Dead Like Me, Firefly.

Remember Prince of Darkness? That was a scary movie.

Oh, and bread. I had bread with lunch.

I don't respect forces of nature, but I don't hate them either. You can't torture the wind.

I like the way my fingers smell after I've chopped onions.

Joke: why do people go camping? Camping is stupid. Sleep outside in a sleeping BAG? It's like being homeless. That's what the homeless are: Urban Campers.

Friend visiting from out of town brought me a bunch of 'zines. Think it would be fun to make one or three.

Meat at lunch woulda been nice.

Kickball tonight.

NFL starts tomorrow.

The guy who wrote A Primate's Memoir, what's his name? He has a new book coming out soon.

I really need to clean out the fireplace.

Does cheese count as meat? Perhaps cheese on the bread next time.

Robert M. Sapolsky. And the book is Monkeyluv : And Other Essays on Our Lives as Animals. And it came out August 30th! Thanks Amazon.

May go to a Seahawks came November 13th.

What IS game theory? I'll ask Wikipedia.

I even like the way my fingers smell days after I've chopped onions.

I am barely almost starting to like beer.

Last week at kickball, I played shortstop.

Wikipedia has little or nothing on Zuihitsu.

The key to liking beer: drink it fast while it's still cold. Beer ain't for sippin.

For no reason I can fathom, sometimes when I look at Jennifer Garner, I am reminded of the smell of a perfume a girlfriend used when I was 17.

Friends dropped off a dog while they where at Burning Man. When I took it for walks, sometimes it would find a smell it wanted to rub in, and would totally spazz out, scratching its back into the grass. After it got done, it would shake the grass bits off, in that way dogs shake. It was a very satisfying sound, as if it summed the whole enjoyable experience.

I write these things in Microsoft Word, so I can use the spell checker.

Is there? There should be: a continuum: Coke Dr. Pepper, A&W…. I'm not sure where Mr. Pibb would fall, maybe just to the right of Dr. Pepper? And Fanta? Shoot… way over to the right.

Although my face is literally 2 feet away from this DVD player, I am using a remote control.

Earlier I was writing e-mails, playing CoH, and watching Alias at the same time.

I'm not sure I recall what I did or did not say here a few days ago.

I wonder if Steven Pinker has written any books recently.

There's some tribe in some jungle that have two words for hungry: regular have not eaten hungry, and a word for not having eaten meat in a long time.

Had a chai latte after the chiro today.

I cry pretty much every time I see an episode of Dead Like Me.

Posting this a day after I wrote on it. Feels… unfinished.