wanna-be

several times this week, walking up Newport Avenue, i passed this:
and thought i'd come across some rather disgusting roadkill. once i got within a few feet, i could tell i hadn't. :-(
oh well.

sometimes, i...

sometimes, i

1. look at someone's computer, but can't find anything wrong with it (heyyy, that's an easy fix!) [@A. Heidi]
2. look at someone's computer, then look in my bag, and realize i brought everything but the one thing i need to correct the problem :-( [again, @A. Heidi]
3. get jealous- i'd really like to hear the conversation that went along while the girls made, say for example, a penis cake [@Smeg/Melissa]
4. want to smack someone for (inadvertently) teasing me with cadbury eggs. mmm. when i die, in a sugar coma, just after Easter, the culprit's initials were SJH [@Shay]
5. volunteer to work a night, half an hour before i get a facebook notice that a dear friend has a show, that night [@Tania, @Greg (>Douglas)]

sometimes, i...

sometimes, i

1. make plans, forget to journal them, forget what they were, and send out a torrent of messages the next day saying "when were we gonna _?", and "hey, were we gonna _ today?" [@Shay, @Meg, @Rob, @A. Nancy, ..., ..., ...]
   
2. long for pancakes, but i've never made them, so i go to the breakfast place, a block away- and it sucks if it's a Sunday, because, then, the place is packed and noisy-in-a-not-so-good way [@Shay]
   
3. drink too much too early, and later regret it: if i were capable of "embarrassment", i'd feel it: wtf did i say? did i really do that? (the tech era is both a blessing and a curse: in times past, i could've hoped i just misremembered, and maybe suffered some friends' reminders. whereas nowadays, there's often a txt msg/email msg/call log/somebody's cameraphone record- ugh.) [@Semple, @(most of the O.G.), @Angela, @John, @Laura, @Steven, @Heidi, @Lyndsy, @Diane, @Meg, @(who am i kidding? @everybody!)
   
4. switch too quickly between three books during a day- i'm always reading some fiction and some non-fiction, and then there's the audio book for when i'm busy walking/riding/cooking/etc. maybe i'm easily muddled? do people who watch tv feel that way, when their stories change each hour? [@Rae]
   
5. can really dig spending an entire day, sitting on the porch reading a book (or three, as previously mentioned :-P), listening to music.
6. can be made to feel really nice, because of what i know is completely irrelevant self-brain-teasing. [@Rick M., @the dark-haired chick at Murphy's (name? haha, q.v. #3)]
   
7. deliberately lose pages with names and phone numbers. [q.v. #3, #5]
8. wear headphones and pretend not to hear strangers trying to talk to me. [@everyone who rides the bus, especially]
   
9. sit at the computer for a little while on a beautiful day, when i ought to be out accomplishing some fun-ness, because there's something i've got to record before it slips my mind, then that something turns into a monster list of somethings before i can stop myself, and the
   

the best roadkill, ever!

it was on a random street i was riding down. some kid somewhere lost that one. it was actually still sort of alive, and i considered putting it out of its misery, but i didn't have the guts :-/

a walk to the store

just walked up the street to the convenience store.
1. i saw liquid water. who knew such a thing could happen, outside-of-doors?
2. if the city is willing to go to the trouble and expense to clear broad avenues of almost all the snow, of course i'm going to walk there! i enjoy the safety and convenience of walking on a cleared sidewalk, certainly, but if there ain't one, wouldn't i be a fool to trudge through a foot or two of snow, when, five feet to my left, there's clear pavement? don't beep you car horn at me: i don't need any reminder that i'm risking my proper health- i'm well aware of it. i just (silly me) prefer such a - very slight, it seems - risk to the - definite - cold, wet, exhausting march through knee-high snow on some of the blizzardy "sidewalks*".
3. i enjoy crossing streets. it's sort of like Frogger. death could come at any moment, if i don't keep my "wits" about me. i've heard rumors, subtle and infrequent, that when i'm walking somewhere, if i wanted to walk an extra half mile or so out of my way, i might be able to find an "intersection" at which it's sometimes possible to cross a street safely by waiting several minutes for the stars to come in to alignment. something involving flashing lights, etc. not so sure i believe in such hocus pocus, tho.

Christmas Music

(or, ok, i'll be retarded/p.c.: "holiday" music)

electric bus stop

why does a bus stop need an electricity meter?
(i checked- it's not spinning)

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