November 7th, 2005

voodoo love

7906 - This and That

Hey! Looks like Thomas Hayden Church as Sandman in Spiderman 3!

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found via instantloser - a great sounding caramel corn recipe. Collapse )

Removed the Halloween season from my homepage and journal... another month or so, it'll get the yuletide treatment.

Closed off my audio directory for a few weeks... was getting dangerously close to my bandwidth limit, and I still have 21 days to go this month. A lot of Jon Brion - Monday and Sparkplug Minuet Fans out there. If someone really wants something, I'll toss it up to a temporary storage area like yousendit.

I'm looking quite forward to having access to a swimming pool... the urge for a non-briny soak has been pretty high these last few warm days.

Current music is from P:ano's new album Ghost Pirates Without Heads - via popsheep

Pay 'em a visit and snag the mp3, it's worth a sniff.

University of Florida book of insect records

Thanksgiving: The Movie - Jay Pinkerton's Finest work so far. Clever, marketable, and very offensive.

Attitude is Everything.

Poll #606982 pak chooie unf

Do you have stairs in your house?

I know the terrible secret of space.

knitted digestive system

Can you tell I was at home on call yesterday, dear journal?

Have an mp3 with lyrics to meet my current mood:

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I was walkin' to the kitchen for some Golden Grahams
When I accidentally stepped into an alternate dimension
And soon I was abducted by some aliens from space
Who kinda looked like Jamie Farr

They sucked out my internal organs
And they took some polaroids
And said I was a darn good sport
And as a way of saying thank you
They offered to transport me back to
Any point in history that I would care to go

And so I had them send me back to last Thursday night
So I could pay my phone bill on time
Just then the floating disembodied head of
Colonel Sanders started yelling

Everything you know is wrong
Black is white, up is down and short is long
And everything you thought was just so
Important doesn't matter

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I realized yesterday that I'm a bit of a sensualist. I love getting input from all of my senses.... I'd quite miss any of them, even scent and taste. I love holding Newton, and feeling him snuggle softly against me. I love catching a slight trace of perfume in the air, especially after a lovely woman walks past. Hearing a child laugh (or any honest, happy laughter) is a wonderful thing. Music. The taste of a grilled cheese sammich on a cool day...or a cold beer after doing yardwork. Breath on back of my neck before having it kissed. A meaty punch into the heavy bag. A drop of sweat running down your spine once you start really getting warmed up. Foot rubs, or the contented sigh you hear when you give a good foot rub to someone else. Rain on the window,with thunder in the background. Hydrogen peroxide bubbling on a cut. Newt barking/trilling. People-watching for shapes, colors and patterns of movement. Urban decay's textures, easy to feel or see. Bugs' multifaceted rainbow eyes. It's all really good stuff.

I've wanted a personal jetpack for the longest time. I blame the ol' James Bond and Johnny Quest movies/show.

Whoosh! Even if it could just do enough to super leap across a traffic intersection -- that'd be fine.

These are a cool middle ground.

I'm tempted to pick up the Monster Island series of games, even though I know odds are good that I'll never sit down and play it with anyone. (Unless I visit graypumpkin in Texas, someday, and even then, we'd probably play Champions or Zombies!.) I think all gamers have a slight compulsion to collect genre stuff, anyhow. There's a 2 for 1 going for a measly $10 right now... maybe I'll gift it to myself as an excuse not to eat takeout for two days.