August 11th, 2002

travels - where the road leads

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Well, Kev's sis will be in ICU for a few more days, but she seems to be doing well. I'm making up a goodie bag for her now, so Kev can take it to her tomorrow.

Let's see. A Few Tick Comic Books...Copy of the Dangerous lives of altar boys, and Nightmare of Ecstasy... (Ed wood Bio.) I think that'll keep her happy for a little while.

No foodie-goodies for her... on an IV, and only allowed shaved ice to suck on. When she gets out, we'll have to get her a tasty can or three of Hawaiian punch.

Looks like a colostomy bag for a few months, but it's better than having it for life. I don't imagine she's taking it too well... she's pretty sensitive. I really can't visit until she's out of ICU.

In other news... Apartment cleaned, and I have groceries for the week. Brother has asthma pretty bad, so he's chilling out today.
scotto monkeypulse

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The ACC Expo this thanksgiving weekend is going to be better than that trek happening by far.

Did I hear you ask "Why?" dear journal? I'll tell you.


  1. It's only four blocks from my house.

  2. The War Memorial is a huge venue.

  3. They're going to have wacky cosplay folks dressed in Anime costumes.

  4. There's going to be a Heroclix tournament.

  5. There's Bound to be a big honking dealer's room of all sorts of good stuff! (43 of the 85 booth spaces are already sold)



For starters.

$7 to get in is very reasonable, too.

Seeing that horrid website reminded me that I need to put some time in on mine today... commencing now.
scotto monkeypulse

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There's a really fascinating, enthralling article in The New York Times Magazine about the science of coincidence and conspiracy theories. Amazing reading, and written in a great page-turner style.


I WAS A STRANGE CHILD
there are no words to describe you.
except maybe: strange. unique. different.
what kind of child were you?



I cannot find the Monastery of Heaped Fragrance,
Miles up now into the clouds of the summit.
There is no footpath through the ancient woods.
Where did the bell sound,
Deep in the forest, deep in the mountain?
The voice of the torrent gulps over jagged stones;
Sunlight hardly warms the bluish pines.
As dusk deepens in these unfathomable mazes,
I practice meditation
To subdue the dragon of desire.

- Wang Wei (701-761)


Bear teeth... Maybe I'll get a nice fossil, and make it into a necklace. :)

menstrualhut has 712 members, as of this writing...what a hoot!

Time for beddy-bye. Until tomorrow, dear journal!