So, Mama Kitty and Bob may come home today, probably by tomorrow, definitely by Wednesday. All the news I've heard is good, so I am hoping they have taken everything in stride and will be back to their old selves, minus elevated thyroid activity.
Here's what I've been playing with- a word of warning, it may induce slumber, so don't operate heavy machinery or juggle... Read More
Tomorrow morning I take Jacket (Mama Kitty) and Bob in for radioactive iodine treatment. They'll be in a week, which is the bad news. The good news is that when they come home, they don't have to be isolated, and I don't have to worry about their litter being radioactive waste. The other good news is that it looks like Mama... Read More
Ogden Nash is in Heaven but is All Right with the World?
(or," Grayness isn't doing a blog, per se")
It's not that I have been dumb smitten
It's not that there aren't words that could be written
It's not, dear folks, that I don't love you
It's not even that I don't think of you.
Greaser's not leaving a comment, per se,
Perhaps he will leave one later today,
When the cares of the day have left his head,
But more than likely he'll just go to bed
Ok, Halloween is over, so it's time to move on past my tribute to "The Shining".
I had planned to take this past Monday off, but the wonderful world of electronic medical claims intervened. For the last few days I have been engaged in a little rewriting of software, and lots and lots (and lots) of testing, and reading through files (which bear a remarkable... Read More
All work and no play makes Gray a dull boy. All work and no play makes Gray a dull boy. All work and no play makes Gray a dull boy. All work and no play makes Gray a dull boy. All work and no play makes Gray a dull boy. All work and no play makes Gray a dull boy. All... Read More
Monday morning one of the servers at work failed, and a few hours of scrambling about (virtually) ensued in order to get everything back up and in good working order. Now I'm trying to get the dead server back online (I moved everything it was doing to another server temporarily), and more bullet-proof than before. After talking with a former co-worker about... Read More
I guess I'll go the way of the dinosaurs with you, then. I like to keep things around as long as possible too. After all, I'm the guy who drives a twenty-five year old car with over 200,000 miles on the odometer
Ok, it sounds rather like I recorded this in a well, or a vast underground cavern. *Sigh* Ok, You're on to me, that's the last time I record in the Bat Cave.
[Actually, I think lower initial recording quality, paradoxically enough, will help. Next time. This time I was short on time to re-record, and I'm tired of procrastination. Hmmm- procrastinating... Read More
Lately, I just haven't had much to say, or, perhaps more accurately, when I listen to what I might write as a third person would, I'm just not that interested. When you fail to interest yourself, it just can't be a good time to be writing things for others.
That was so cool. I've seen that word so many times, but it must have always been somewhere that "prerequisite" would fit in context, so I figured it was just one of those words people misspell and/or mispronounce all the time, like "supposably" instead of "Supposedly."
Thanks! I love learning new words - especially ones I've seen for decades and thought were nonwords!
You have a nice voice. I think I may have read some of Vance's work, long ago. The character names & writing style seemed familiar. I'll have to look through my books in storage. I like what I have heard so far.
Thinking back: His name isn't important. He was (is?) my best friend. And the first (only?) man I ever really loved. He is telling me that he does love me. That he will always love me. But that he can't be with me. Yet he is begging me to stay. To be his friend. His voice holds more pain than I can stand. I want to stay. But I can't.
leave.
Eventually I go half way around the world to try to forget him.
I've been wondering ever since if I made the right choice. I moved back to the city where he lives. I have not made any attempt to contact him. Yet. I'm scared and hopeful at the same time. Part of me thinks I just want my best friend back. But most of me knows that isn't enough. And I am afraid that is all he can give.
You take beautiful photos.
Every time I hear the name "Matilda" I hear Tom Waits' voice in my head.
I can't think of anyplace that I wanted to explore that I didn't go. It got me in to a lot of trouble as a kid. As an adult, it isn't so much the places, as the people. There are people I have not met that I am incredibly curious about. And I would love to meet them. To know more about these people who have so greatly affected my life without even knowing me. But I can't. Not without betraying a trust. Plus it would make me kind of a creepy stalker. I try to avoid that when I can.
I think that is a pretty good summary of Five Rings. And I would agree that his ideas are of limited use outside of the sphere of combat. You can't always just do what works.
I've been reading A Book of Five Rings by Miyamoto Musashi. Musashi may have been the greatest swordsman that ever lived, and he wrote this book in 1645 to share his insights on strategy. It's interesting reading, although very short- and I believe his thoughts in it can be summed up, "Learn, and do what works."
This, though, has prompted me to think on the... Read More
Beautiful pictures, as always. Sometimes I envy your surroundings, but then I remember how much I hated living in South Carolina and the envy clears up quickly
my friends always yell at me cause i am a people watcher and like to contemplate everyone elses stories