October 1st, 2003

caillebotte_the balcony

Wasting

Once I turn the television on, I'm screwed. I ended up cooking my brain for about six hours. Two of those hours were spent watching old Kids in the Hall shows. I didn't know they were still running them. It's impossible for me to stop watching them once I've started. Funny stuff. But here I am with the nights sufficiently cool to keep Sluggo moderately stable, and I end up sucking away at the glass teat.

The deer returned after the moon had set. I heard them moving about. It has been quite some time since they paid a visit, and now they have been here twice in ten hours. Alas, there are no pansies for them to snack on. All the plants died in the summer heat. The hedge across the street has plenty of roses, though, and that will keep them coming back for a while. In a few days, the moon will be nearing the full, and, should the deer visit then, I might get a good look at them.

I think that thuggy neighbor might be moving out. His house has been busy with comings and goings of pickup trucks. I won't be sorry to see him go, but I'd be disappointed if he got away before sinister neighbor has been exposed. Sinister neighbor himself shows no sign of departing. Ah, well. Maybe thuggy neighbor will get pissed off at him and kill him before leaving. One can only hope.

Happy October.

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caillebotte_man at his window

I'm Going Butch

I re-took the LJ Gender (by which they mean Sex) quiz. The first time, it decided that my gender was indeterminate. This time, I got 59% masculine. I think it's because I used the word "kill" in the entry in which I posted the quiz result. That's quite a boost from one entry, in any case. Maybe this entry will push it even higher.

LJ is about as hosed today as I've ever seen it. Pages are taking forever to open, there are all sorts of problems with posting comments, and user icons are totally screwed. I'm beginning to think that Brad made the wrong career choice. On the other hand, I'd hate to see him performing surgery. It would be slaughter: "Uh, Doctor Fitzpatrick? That isn't the appendix you're taking out. That's the gall bladder. And in any case, this patient is supposed to be having a colostomy."

We can't win them all. The question is, can we win any?

Muscle car. Go Dodgers. Beat the crap out of people who make stupid quizzes. And, oh yeah: guns, guns, guns!