dork post

you know what i love? i love... ok, i love all sorts of gadgets, my digital voice recorder, my cell phone, all of that.

but i also love glow-in-the-dark stuff (i don't know - side effect of my night-owlness, maybe?) like my thinkgeek april fool's day t-shirt and, of course, my car buddha.

tonight i realized: i am utterly in love with my little, plastic camo-pattern banded watch with the glow-in-the-dark hands. i love to walk and i walk almost exclusively at night, and sometimes i just don't wanna take the cell. even if i do, it's not always terribly convenient to look at it to find out the time, especially if i'm talking on it.

so i just look at my $5 watch, in the dark, and it tells me what time it is without pushing a button or anything. magic! i love it.

preview

the walk was good. i have a few pictures of the graveyard i walked in, and one of the graveyard toad i found in it. doesn't that sound wonderfully fairytale-like? should i have kissed it? or, at least, wished on it?

i wish the damn tv wasn't still on. heh.

so, later will come pictures and talk of writing and probably more stories. as mentioned, i WILL take requests - you can even come up with a wholly different title (dear hermes, he's turned it up louder. wtf?) and i'll write to it.

don't worry, i'll come up with something. i'll at least stay awake, which is the whole point. most of the point. it's the easy part anyway, dammit! *grin*

ok, this is the point: i'm collecting for heifer international, remember? click da button.

maybe some sex should go here

but instead there will be a short exchange with the sister, as i was reading my blogathon poem to her:

"so why didn't you just write a haiku?"
"well... it's not thursday."
"it's thursday somewhere."
...
"no. no, it's not."

it's a lot harder to do this during prime time. the tv is very distracting, and there's not really a good way to get away from it because this house is teeny. even if i'm not watching whatever's on, it intrudes anyway.

wait, there was something with... pie charts? graphs? shiny things of some... kind? that i was gonna do?

*sigh* this was easier when i had goat material. i'm gonna have to drag out the duckies and bunnies and 'splain something, aren't i? *flails around in the closet for a few moments; boxes crash, steff swears, cats screech* ok. how many bunnies do i need to 'splain the fibonacci sequence? can... can i use alphabet letters instead if i run out? will anyone be too confused if i do that?

no, i need the bunnies for the genetics talk.

no sponsorship, but!

i got an honorable mention in the poetry drawing! the first one! maybe i'll get some more visitors outta that. *rub hands together gleefully*

of course, it'd be nice to have some actual content for them when they get here. i'll get right on that. i need feedback, actually. should i post another story? should i just explain WHY i'm posting these very short, barely spell-checked stories and where they came from? (actually, let's try that, shall we? a couple of years ago during nanowrimo, a few of us on the adopt-a-title thread decided that the titles would work well for short stories, too, and that if we could write a novel in a month, we could write 30 short stories in 30 days. every day, a title was picked and we had a day to write a story for it. the randomness of it was appealing, and the results are over at the isadg community. more recently, i've taken some of those old titles and some of the ones from the '06 adopt-a-title thread at nano and a few of us have been writing to them by email. these are the ones (the newer ones) that i'm posting now. so, none of them took more than 20 minutes or so, none of them are edited, none of them have been knocking around forever - they were born solely because of the title, and quickly birthed. so.) does anyone want to see more of them?

well, tough. you may anyway. *grin*

i'm still trying to find the tarot card guy. if anyone stops by from blogathon and knows who i'm talking about, PLEASE let me know.

thanks!

as we go into the evening hours

i'm trying to re-find the guy who said he was posting tarot card readings every half-hour on his blog and link to him... 'cause i just think that sounds diverting. so far, i haven't had much luck.

i now officially (and only for the moment, i'm sure) have writer's block. i can't think of a single thing to babble about. i wanted this entry to be more than, "yeah, hi. anybody here? is this thing on? *tap tap*"

i guess we can't have everything.

i have switched to the other computer with the other internet access, at least for a while. this means that any pictures on my laptop are inaccessible until that web connection starts cooperating again. not, you understand, that i had anything riveting on it, but it would have taken up SOME space. heh.

one last random thought: i will not be convinced that the song key lime pie isn't dirty as hell. "but it's kenny chesney!" patty said. well... maybe it is, and maybe that's not as damning as it being by jimmy buffet or david allen coe or primus or some such, but... i'm sorry sweetie, but that song is DIRTY. i really can't hear it any other way.

so...

on the way back from the store (what? i needed chive chip dip.), i saw a sign in a yard that claimed, "God hates litterbugs."

a quick google search turns up very little evidence of this. i do know, however, that the-one-and-only-dave hates them. i guess that's good enough for me.

mood: accomplished

air conditioner installed? check. (just a window unit, folks.)
update on the sister's cat heard (all is well)? check.
permission granted to post one of HER stories if i need material? check.
poem sent to games@blogathon.org? check!
rly rly bad poem posted here to be my six o'clock entry?

roses are red,
violets are blue.
it's for a good cause
so break out your blog-fu.

daisies are white,
lillies are, too.
since the drawing is random
i'm not really concerned about the rhymingness of this poem so everybody sponsor a blog and postpostpost, yeah!


check, check!