pica_pica

I remember one time I went with my sister and bro-in-law when they were looking for a house. This one house we went to they didn't get it, but they had a license plate on one of the walls in the computer room in the basement that had LINUX on it. My bro-in-law and I were like DAMN!

Hows it goin?

Yeah those are steelhead! It was perhaps one of the best experiences of my life so far...Elated is one word that can be used to describe how I felt afterwards.

Now back to bit crunching!! You shouldn't be wasting your time here!!

Aah scary new picture!

eh, I feel like I've just walked into the wrong movie. Story of my life.

.....you boys are strange.

My dear, sweet, old friend....one who can and does take the time to dissect his own introspection personifies passion. Unlike beauty, success cannot be defined by the beholder. You are a treasure - your mind is rich and fertile and any entity, in your nocturnal travels or otherwise, is unqualified to judge your passion. It is merely a word. Possessing the metal of it's intensity is individual. I am loving your journal. Thank you for sharing. I'm so excited to get together with you to reconnect.

OMG I am so bad at that game. I don't think I ever won.

It's a good thing I never went into the military.

A fly-in trip up north is something I've always wanted to do. As for losing touch temporarily, I think it happens to everyone once in a while and especially at this time of year. I get the winter doldrums around this time every year and the only way to get out of it is to do something for me. A couple of years ago I ran away to Mexico for a month to surf and collect myself, and last year I went on a short ski trip to Big White. Both times I was able to clear my head and come back fresh and charged about everything. But that's just me.

People who stand on the left side of the escalator are running serious risk of being thrown off!

My dear Pica_Pica you are emotionally exhausted. It is time for you to take a breather. You will find what you are looking for when you take a rest.

Oh by the way...your skytrain escalator peeve pisses me off as well. That's why I stop at Burrard Station. It's not "as" populated by those of whom you refer to.

I have 9 days left on the cleanse.

Is that like being a future hasbeen? Procrastinating immediately? Selfishly altruistic?

Last thing that pooped into my head was "are you ready?"

Was it your voice at least? If not, THAT'S weird.

Robbie Burns Day. Well I can't eat or drink to that...Damn. I still can't believe "Frankenbox" survived.

I can't believe a German has to alert the rabble on Burns Day! Check out my Reply to the Laddies - sure to offend if not amuse. Jack had his first Haggis on Saturday. Poor bugger. He's too young to understand how gross it is and ate with the fervor that only a toddler could. I stuck to the 'neeps & tatties and ended up going to bed with that "I'm still hungry" feeling.