September 18th, 2000

scotto monkeypulse

Longish Day.

Something I'm considering for my icon.... perhaps just for halloween.

I hooked up with my little bro, Cathi & Dave to go see Nurse Betty today. I wasn't too crazy about it, somehow I was expecting a "Madcap comedic romp through the wacky misadventures of a waitress" or some such stuff. It was a good movie, but not a flavor I was expecting.
scotto monkeypulse

ugh! Monday already?

This is getting to be a routine with me. Still shaking off the sleepies that are clinging to me like some sort of mental kudzu. Newt bolted out of the house this morning, as I got back from doing laundry, and I had to use my 'stun-volume' yell to stop him from running out into the street. (It's pretty cool... if I bellow at him really loudly, he'll go down on is belly, and I can then sort of walk over to him and pick him up. I think he think's it's some sort of game.) Still, it's better to yell at him than have him creamed in front of my apartment. Silly guy wanted to play paperwad fetch the rest of the morning before I went to work, so I obliged him. :)
scotto monkeypulse

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Day after day, alone on a hill
The man with the foolish grin
Is keeping perfectly still
But nobody wants to know him
They can see that he's just a fool
As he never gives an answer

But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning round

Well on the way, head in a cloud
The man of a thousand voices
Talking perfectly loud
But nobody ever hears him
Or the sound he appears to make
And he never seems to notice


And nobody seems to like him
They can tell what he wants to do
And he never shows his feelings


He never listens to them
He knows that they're the fools
They don't like him