Birdy Boyz warn me, warn me, warn me of the dangers of non-clipped parrot feathers. We sit and talk briefly of it last night as Chino rambled on my shoulder.
After taking delicious fertilized, yummy yard-chicken eggs to Mumsie this dawn, I rattled off to my nearest park to romp dogs and commune parrot with Zephyrus. I, in my sleepy clothes and sans footwear, laying sleepily in the humid grass. Dogs smelling, sniffing, frolicking with glee. Chino sees Hawk. Hawk cries and Chino (of the "thought-to-be-clipped" wings) heads soaringly off into the foresty banks of the Trinity trickle with me trippingly, hyperventilatingly, akimbo-edly skipping after. Bushwacking at semi-dawn in jammies and naked feet, I thrash the underbrush and crash after my darling pstittacine. Perching pluckily on a low branch, he hoots and trills letting me know that this is great fun and I should try. As I approach, he flips off to another branch, feathers flashing as he dashes farther into the growth. Stumbling after, heart caroming around in my chest, burrs clinging desperately to flannel pants, I thrust my commandeered stick up to my fluffy child and he chooses to sidle down the branch to my waiting naked limb, immediately clutching shoulder and tucking head coyly under my chin.
I swear to Gawd!!!!!!!!!!!11
9.30.2004
9.26.2004
EEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!
WooHoo! New background. Boring to you guys in the know, but a super-accomplishment for me. Now, for the experts... I want to blur the edges of the background-to-body images so that they don't look like boxes but a smooth transition... anyone, anyone,... Bueller? Additionally, does anyone know how to do the following:
1. I want bubbles to follow the cursor.
2. I want my links to rotate randomly so that there are always 5 links visible but each time you refresh the page they rotate/change, so that I can have lots of links in the template, but not this ginormous list on my page.
Franks a Snot and Spank You Very Much for any and all contributions to my HTML education.
1. I want bubbles to follow the cursor.
2. I want my links to rotate randomly so that there are always 5 links visible but each time you refresh the page they rotate/change, so that I can have lots of links in the template, but not this ginormous list on my page.
Franks a Snot and Spank You Very Much for any and all contributions to my HTML education.
I'm Sorry, What Did You Say??
"Girl with a Pearl Earring" is a delightful gem. Last evening, I sat unblinking (no amount of teeth scraping on fork, gaseous emissions, or Kerry proselytizing could have swerved me) for two hours, and wished it had been longer, losing myself in a 17th century Dutch world. What is it about these period films that engrosses me so - sparse dialogue, consuming adoration, ripe and restrained tension, vast unspoken communiques. Acted impeccably (although, regrettably, not featuring Anthony Hopkins), and cinematically seductive, I was rapt.
A "must see" for those who feel they were born in the wrong era.
A "must see" for those who feel they were born in the wrong era.
9.25.2004
Bloggy Madness
I wonder what the Shelley poem would sound like if Cartman read it?? Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet!
Pain/Pleasure Principle
Cleaning out my old "love e-mails" folder, I came across the third stanza of this poem that I sent to a passion past. I was struck by two things:
1. How miserably wrong I was about that love...
2. How poignant still this poem is and I will use it again - perhaps more wisely and with better results.
Percy Bysshe Shelley. 1792–1822
The Indian Serenade
I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright
I arise from dreams of thee,
And a spirit in my feetHath led me -- who knows how? --
To thy chamber window, Sweet!
The wandering airs they faint
On the dark, the silent stream --
The champak odors fail
Like sweet thoughts in a dream;
The nightingale's complaint,
It dies upon her heart;
As I must on thine,
Oh, beloved as thou art!
O lift me from the grass!
I die! I faint! I fail!
Let thy love in kisses rain
On my lips and eyelids pale.
My cheek is cold and white, alas!
My heart beats loud and fast;--
Oh! press it to thine own again,
Where it will break at last.
1. How miserably wrong I was about that love...
2. How poignant still this poem is and I will use it again - perhaps more wisely and with better results.
Percy Bysshe Shelley. 1792–1822
The Indian Serenade
I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright
I arise from dreams of thee,
And a spirit in my feetHath led me -- who knows how? --
To thy chamber window, Sweet!
The wandering airs they faint
On the dark, the silent stream --
The champak odors fail
Like sweet thoughts in a dream;
The nightingale's complaint,
It dies upon her heart;
As I must on thine,
Oh, beloved as thou art!
O lift me from the grass!
I die! I faint! I fail!
Let thy love in kisses rain
On my lips and eyelids pale.
My cheek is cold and white, alas!
My heart beats loud and fast;--
Oh! press it to thine own again,
Where it will break at last.
First Amendment
"Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievance."
Amazing that this had to be drafted. That we, as a people supposedly "united", couldn't grasp the fundamental aspects of freedom of religion, speech, press and assembly. I mean, wasn't it this exact concept we were pursuing when we boarded a rat infested schooner to sail an angry ocean in search of a homeland that provided us vast opportunities to grow as a population and as individuals?? What went wrong?
My answer would be that the same thing went wrong in newfound America as it does virtually everywhere a people decide to roost, subsist and propogate themselves. Overcome with abundance and prosperity, our humility falls away and morphs into the self-important concerns of a species that considers itself the epitome, the penultimate evolutionary achievement. Forgetting we are only a miniscule blip on the radar of the universe and that our tiny little existence is merely a galactic experiment, we founder in our own arrogance and acidity.
A grim picture, no? And all of this in reaction to dusty thoughts at bedtime of censorship of my own blog. Regardless of how personal this journal is, I have chosen to make it a public venue and in that choice I acknowledge my responsibility not only to myself but to my fellow man to pick and choose which thoughts, opinions and observations I put down. Only in my most private of thoughts, writings, and conversations can I dissect the deepest issues and concerns of my life.
In essence, to respect my fellows' rights via auto-censorship - To love, to honor in deference to the well-being of others.
Damn! I wanna say what I wanna say!
Amazing that this had to be drafted. That we, as a people supposedly "united", couldn't grasp the fundamental aspects of freedom of religion, speech, press and assembly. I mean, wasn't it this exact concept we were pursuing when we boarded a rat infested schooner to sail an angry ocean in search of a homeland that provided us vast opportunities to grow as a population and as individuals?? What went wrong?
My answer would be that the same thing went wrong in newfound America as it does virtually everywhere a people decide to roost, subsist and propogate themselves. Overcome with abundance and prosperity, our humility falls away and morphs into the self-important concerns of a species that considers itself the epitome, the penultimate evolutionary achievement. Forgetting we are only a miniscule blip on the radar of the universe and that our tiny little existence is merely a galactic experiment, we founder in our own arrogance and acidity.
A grim picture, no? And all of this in reaction to dusty thoughts at bedtime of censorship of my own blog. Regardless of how personal this journal is, I have chosen to make it a public venue and in that choice I acknowledge my responsibility not only to myself but to my fellow man to pick and choose which thoughts, opinions and observations I put down. Only in my most private of thoughts, writings, and conversations can I dissect the deepest issues and concerns of my life.
In essence, to respect my fellows' rights via auto-censorship - To love, to honor in deference to the well-being of others.
Damn! I wanna say what I wanna say!
Cheezy, but Fairly Accurate
 Scorpio - Your Love ProfileYour positive traits: You're red hot passion makes anyone you date feel extremely wanted Loyalty, to the point of doing anything to protect your lover You are mysterious and charismatic - and you easily draw people in Your negative traits: You tend to be paranoid and think that the worst is going on with your lover You turn cold and mean at the first sign of conflict in relationship You sometimes become obsessed with dates - so much so that you develop jealousy early on Your ideal partner: Someone who will take the time to win you over. Not an easy task! Is able to keep up with your carnal appetite... lots of stamina needed. Reassures you of their love and loyalty on a daily basis. Your dating style: Intense. You prefer to stay in with take out and conversation - so that no one else is distracting you and your date. Your seduction style: Hot. New partners have trouble believing that your libido is for real. You have incredible sexual intuition - you always know what your lover craves A bit bossy. You know what you want, and you certainly aren't afraid to ask for it. Tips for the future: Don't be so secretive with your love - they want you the way you are Let go of your jealousy. Your partner has chosen *you* Spend more time alone, doing things you love. It will help you be less obsessive. Best place to meet someone online: eHarmony - your best bet at screening out untrustworthy people Best color to attract mate: Dark red Best day for a date: Tuesday Get your free love profile at Blogthings. |
9.23.2004
The Answer IS...
Personally, I think I'm guided by the whole animal world, or maybe they just all sponge off me, but if one were to stand out, this would be a good one.
The Mustang
Th spirit of the Mustang, the everlasting symbol of
love and of generousity protects you from being
used by others who would take advantage of you.
You are the kind of person willing to lend your
strengths to those who are true to you so that
they may better themselves and get back on
their own feet. Your quote: "He who learns
but does not think, is lost! He who thinks but
does not learn is in great danger"
What is your Inner Spirit Totem Animal?
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The Mustang
Th spirit of the Mustang, the everlasting symbol of
love and of generousity protects you from being
used by others who would take advantage of you.
You are the kind of person willing to lend your
strengths to those who are true to you so that
they may better themselves and get back on
their own feet. Your quote: "He who learns
but does not think, is lost! He who thinks but
does not learn is in great danger"
What is your Inner Spirit Totem Animal?
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Midnight Mahem
Transported to Germany, a lovely glade complete with pond/lake, and an unaware suitor waiting in a tree-top dwelling. All for only two hundred dollars and 50mg of generic Benadryl.
This is where my subconcious wanderings led me last night. The dream escalated into a full blown episode that ended happily... sort-of. As I reflect on it, I am now conciously aware that it was a reflection of my man-life dilemmas. Turbulent, extreme and semi-rewarding.
More exploration is needed.
This is where my subconcious wanderings led me last night. The dream escalated into a full blown episode that ended happily... sort-of. As I reflect on it, I am now conciously aware that it was a reflection of my man-life dilemmas. Turbulent, extreme and semi-rewarding.
More exploration is needed.
9.21.2004
Par for the Course
Long periods of desolation punctuated by brief bountiful moments. This is the typical cycle of my "man-life". Recently, I have found myself in the eye of a man hurricane being whirled and twirled this way and that, and all the circling suitors have some obstacle to be overcome. And I'm not talking about everyday obstacles, e.g. weird toes, bad breath or sloppy clothing habits. No, No... each and every candidate is attached, committed, bound-up (among other things); yet still reaching out to me.
9.20.2004
Oh Really???????????????
Stating the obvious. Not to mention the high alcohol consumption, deafening roar of humanity, and stress on the ol' eyeballs searching for tadpoles.
Pick your poison!
Pick your poison!
Co-Ow-Boy-Oyz
I went to the Cowboys ga-ame... lalalalala... And they wo-on... lalalalala... They juked the Bro-owns... lalalala... There was a fake punt, There was a flea-flicker, There was some awesome playing... lalalalalalalalalalalalala
Dallas Rules!
Dallas Rules!
9.17.2004
Obscure Thrumming
Weird. Unique. Firecracker. Pistol. "Undomesticated". Intimidating. A few of the descriptors that I have acclimatized to over the years.
Never Normal. Obviously Odd. Quaintly Quirky. These are my modes.
The product of two immensely gifted parents occupying the most distal ends of the spectrum, I am a lethal (whether to myself or others remains undetermined) genetic spawn. Creatively retentive and analytically artistic, I have bucked the system, taken the jibes and funny-walked to the precussionists in my head.
"Why?" you ask, do I announce the obvious. Amazingly enough, I forget that not everyone is like me. Not everyone wants to stand out, to be noticed, to be the locus... and I ask, "Why?" Vanilla/Chocolate is the answer. (I like neither.) Last eve found me bitten in the proverbial buttocks by my natural bent for the bizarre and different. I was hurt. I was angry. I shot the messenger...and then I apologized for the shooting.
I only desire to be "normal", "average" in those frustrating moments when statistical outlying seems to be a handicap. And then I come to my senses, know that my idiosyncracies are what make me alluring, exotic and fetching. I like those words and I like being those words... wouldn't you??
Never Normal. Obviously Odd. Quaintly Quirky. These are my modes.
The product of two immensely gifted parents occupying the most distal ends of the spectrum, I am a lethal (whether to myself or others remains undetermined) genetic spawn. Creatively retentive and analytically artistic, I have bucked the system, taken the jibes and funny-walked to the precussionists in my head.
"Why?" you ask, do I announce the obvious. Amazingly enough, I forget that not everyone is like me. Not everyone wants to stand out, to be noticed, to be the locus... and I ask, "Why?" Vanilla/Chocolate is the answer. (I like neither.) Last eve found me bitten in the proverbial buttocks by my natural bent for the bizarre and different. I was hurt. I was angry. I shot the messenger...and then I apologized for the shooting.
I only desire to be "normal", "average" in those frustrating moments when statistical outlying seems to be a handicap. And then I come to my senses, know that my idiosyncracies are what make me alluring, exotic and fetching. I like those words and I like being those words... wouldn't you??
9.16.2004
9.15.2004
My Gawd!...
Would you just look at me go... I have images in the sidebar; images in my posts; buttons, links and galleries; I'm carelessly stealing bandwidth (I think); and who knows what will happen next. I may even get new background, font and gizmos.
Better bookmark this blog!
Better bookmark this blog!
I Snorted....
heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee... (breath) heeheeheeheeheeheeheeeeeeee... (oo, cramp) heeheeheeheehee... (silent) heehee (snort)
"Yes, YEs, YES!!!!!!!!!!!"
I'm going to the Cowboys' game on Sunday... lalalalalalalalala... I love the Cowboys... lalalalalalala... I'm gonna marry them... lalalalalalalala... And you can't have me... lalalalalalalalala... I'm gonna love them all, I'm gonna love them all, I'm gonna LOVE ALL OF MY COWBOYS!!!!!!!!!!
YeeHaw!!!
YeeHaw!!!
9.14.2004
Just WORK, Dammit!
Thanks to javablack for additional guidance on the image thing. I will whirl it when reaching the abode this eve.
Yesterday...WHOA! what a day. Taught my first regular 24Cycle class at the Irving 24Hour Fitness...yep... at the delightful hour of 6 AM! So that means I had to lever my ass out of my watery nest at 5AM, pry my eyeballs open and put on a happy face for 9 bright and bushy club members. Then off to the shop for some heavy lifting, cleaning, rearranging and a little more heavy lifting. Leave the shop, straight to the Bedford Sport to teach a 6PM 24Cycle class to 15 hungry, stressed-out, professionals who are looking to me for a nasty work-out.
I got about 15 minutes into that evening workout and I didn't think I would make it. I was bushed. Man I had to fight for that one. But made it to the end, slogged home, thrust some BARS down the ol' gullet, tickled the birds and dogs, fell asleep during halftime of the Panthers/GreenBay game...despite John Madden's commentary.
Yeesh!
Yesterday...WHOA! what a day. Taught my first regular 24Cycle class at the Irving 24Hour Fitness...yep... at the delightful hour of 6 AM! So that means I had to lever my ass out of my watery nest at 5AM, pry my eyeballs open and put on a happy face for 9 bright and bushy club members. Then off to the shop for some heavy lifting, cleaning, rearranging and a little more heavy lifting. Leave the shop, straight to the Bedford Sport to teach a 6PM 24Cycle class to 15 hungry, stressed-out, professionals who are looking to me for a nasty work-out.
I got about 15 minutes into that evening workout and I didn't think I would make it. I was bushed. Man I had to fight for that one. But made it to the end, slogged home, thrust some BARS down the ol' gullet, tickled the birds and dogs, fell asleep during halftime of the Panthers/GreenBay game...despite John Madden's commentary.
Yeesh!
9.13.2004
#52
If You're my Parents or Not Over 18... Don't Read This!!...
I'm NOT Kidding!!!!!
Wild disco music pumping in another room. You are thinking, "Jeezy Chreezy, I hate these functions. Hobnobbing with a bunch of gits and not a female prospect in sight. Getting glad-eyed by large hirsute gay men.This blows - I'm outta here." And as you turn in your party napkin and head for the door, you spy an old friend trapped in the corner by an older man who is trying to impart his wisdom on her thigh. You laugh inwardly because you know she is too nice to turn the suitor away and yet she has that wild trapped rabbit look going on that you have seen so many times before.
You head over to the duo hoping to rescue your friend and catch up on the news, as well as relieve her from the sure delights of denturely debauchery. You saunter up and recognition washes over her face, her septugenarian is dismayed and you cleverly, wittily extract her from her discourse by announcing to the gentleman that you have a date with this "dirty little whore" and you plan to get every minute's worth. Our drooling woo-er flees the scene and the two of you dissolve into giggles.
"Well, My Darling," she purrs. "Where have you been and what have you been doing with yourself?"
You start forming a reply and she cuts in, "No, don't answer that last bit...I think I know," she affirms with a wink.
"God, she hasn't changed one whit. In fact, I think she has become more, more of everything. Is there a ring? Do I see someone floating around to whom she might be tethered," you think. You decide that she can be yours for the evening if only you are clever enough. Your friendship/premature relationship was never bad, was never ended...just faded away like so many do. After a while you regretted that...losing that friend. And, now, here she is.
You both creep off to find a quiet place to re-connect. How long has it been?? Too long. The heat is rising off of her and there is something rising in you as well. Nope, nothing has changed. You flirt and banter, picking up where you left off as if you had just met for tea yesterday. She is looking edible in black - small flippy skirt accentuating her firm round buttocks with just a hint of cheek peeking out, scoop neck clingy top giving away the globes of her magnificent breasts. And, that brain...still in tip-top shape. Suddenly you have the overwhleming urge to ravish her..., now! As you think these indecent thoughts, you can see that she is headed right down the path with you. She smolders, her heat turns up a notch and the legs splay just a tad.
"Another drink?" you inquire.
"Sure, I'm still drinking that old fuzzy water."
And you head to the bar, hand protectively on the small of her back, eyes challenging any male you come across. "This choice little morsel is mine!" you radiate. After retrieving the beverages you manuever her down a short hall citing the need for relief. She willingly trips along before you. As you reach the small powder room you start to enter and then grab her by the wrist pulling her in with you. Quickly shutting the door and twisting the lock, you trap her. You grab her silken long hair, pressing your lips firmly to hers, tongues frantically struggling , hands roving mindlessly trying to take it all in again. Both breathless, you fumble at zippers and buttons, hooks and stays. As soon as you can get your trousers to your knees, she drops to hers, taking all of you in her wet, warm mouth. She suckles you like someone starving, her hand massaging your shaft while her expert tongue moves dartingly. She cups and massages your bag, knowing just how to bring you to the edge and then back off.
You are just as hungry for her pussy. You remember that tight, delicious cave that never failed to satisfy. Reluctantly and before you release you pull out of her mouth, turning her to the lavatory, lifting and perching her there on the edge. Your fingers go to her tiny secret places and re-acquaint themselves with her smoothness, perfection. She chirps in delight and you feel sure that her pleasure can be only moments away. You plunge into her heedlessly, holding her head back by her hair and exposing her creamy neck. You are both frantic now, grappling and sucking, teething and struggling. It's too overwhelming and you both come...motionless. Letting the ecstasy pour over you.
Directly you say, "Nice to see you again....."
I'm NOT Kidding!!!!!
Wild disco music pumping in another room. You are thinking, "Jeezy Chreezy, I hate these functions. Hobnobbing with a bunch of gits and not a female prospect in sight. Getting glad-eyed by large hirsute gay men.This blows - I'm outta here." And as you turn in your party napkin and head for the door, you spy an old friend trapped in the corner by an older man who is trying to impart his wisdom on her thigh. You laugh inwardly because you know she is too nice to turn the suitor away and yet she has that wild trapped rabbit look going on that you have seen so many times before.
You head over to the duo hoping to rescue your friend and catch up on the news, as well as relieve her from the sure delights of denturely debauchery. You saunter up and recognition washes over her face, her septugenarian is dismayed and you cleverly, wittily extract her from her discourse by announcing to the gentleman that you have a date with this "dirty little whore" and you plan to get every minute's worth. Our drooling woo-er flees the scene and the two of you dissolve into giggles.
"Well, My Darling," she purrs. "Where have you been and what have you been doing with yourself?"
You start forming a reply and she cuts in, "No, don't answer that last bit...I think I know," she affirms with a wink.
"God, she hasn't changed one whit. In fact, I think she has become more, more of everything. Is there a ring? Do I see someone floating around to whom she might be tethered," you think. You decide that she can be yours for the evening if only you are clever enough. Your friendship/premature relationship was never bad, was never ended...just faded away like so many do. After a while you regretted that...losing that friend. And, now, here she is.
You both creep off to find a quiet place to re-connect. How long has it been?? Too long. The heat is rising off of her and there is something rising in you as well. Nope, nothing has changed. You flirt and banter, picking up where you left off as if you had just met for tea yesterday. She is looking edible in black - small flippy skirt accentuating her firm round buttocks with just a hint of cheek peeking out, scoop neck clingy top giving away the globes of her magnificent breasts. And, that brain...still in tip-top shape. Suddenly you have the overwhleming urge to ravish her..., now! As you think these indecent thoughts, you can see that she is headed right down the path with you. She smolders, her heat turns up a notch and the legs splay just a tad.
"Another drink?" you inquire.
"Sure, I'm still drinking that old fuzzy water."
And you head to the bar, hand protectively on the small of her back, eyes challenging any male you come across. "This choice little morsel is mine!" you radiate. After retrieving the beverages you manuever her down a short hall citing the need for relief. She willingly trips along before you. As you reach the small powder room you start to enter and then grab her by the wrist pulling her in with you. Quickly shutting the door and twisting the lock, you trap her. You grab her silken long hair, pressing your lips firmly to hers, tongues frantically struggling , hands roving mindlessly trying to take it all in again. Both breathless, you fumble at zippers and buttons, hooks and stays. As soon as you can get your trousers to your knees, she drops to hers, taking all of you in her wet, warm mouth. She suckles you like someone starving, her hand massaging your shaft while her expert tongue moves dartingly. She cups and massages your bag, knowing just how to bring you to the edge and then back off.
You are just as hungry for her pussy. You remember that tight, delicious cave that never failed to satisfy. Reluctantly and before you release you pull out of her mouth, turning her to the lavatory, lifting and perching her there on the edge. Your fingers go to her tiny secret places and re-acquaint themselves with her smoothness, perfection. She chirps in delight and you feel sure that her pleasure can be only moments away. You plunge into her heedlessly, holding her head back by her hair and exposing her creamy neck. You are both frantic now, grappling and sucking, teething and struggling. It's too overwhelming and you both come...motionless. Letting the ecstasy pour over you.
Directly you say, "Nice to see you again....."
9.12.2004
Festing the Grape
Yesterday found me celebrating life, friends and the grape at the annual GrapeFest in Grapevine, Texas. A coincidental morning communique from my lovely friend Duff and we were off to grape it. The fair has grown over the years and now is a lovely affair that will soon rival Fort Worth's Main Street Festival. We made new friends, met old friends and revelled in a beautiful Texas afternoon capped off with the musical stylings of Mingo Fishtrap (see link to left), a thoroughly entertaining band that never fails to deliver.
9.11.2004
Still Trying to Learn...
I think my images are not displaying because I don't have the right "hosting" situation. Hell...I don't know. If anyone can guide through this image morass I would be most obliged and will attempt to post a link to the Samaritan.
Post Script: raspberry sundae sent valuable info allowing me to figure out how to get my images on my blog, however I don't think they are loading right so you may have to right click on the image and choose "show picture." Nevertheless, thanks for getting me started, ras, and I have added your link
Post Script: raspberry sundae sent valuable info allowing me to figure out how to get my images on my blog, however I don't think they are loading right so you may have to right click on the image and choose "show picture." Nevertheless, thanks for getting me started, ras, and I have added your link
Bizarre and Bewitching
I just love "Sponge Bob Square Pants." I leave it on for the birds...maybe they will learn the song.
Truly Thankful
Right...everyone is going to post about 9-11, and I'm not about to be left out. However, I will be brief.
I woke this morning - Chino greeted me with happy trills and even Sterling bweeped a bit. Yippee and Dittles waggled and wigged as I set about preparing repast for all, and I glimpsed the Remembrance program at Ground Zero.
I stopped and gave thanks that I live in a country where my Grandparents can get primo healthcare, where my parents can travel with minimal fear of death, and where I can choose to worship, live and play exactly as I choose. I am glad I am whole and so is my family.
Life is exceptional!
I woke this morning - Chino greeted me with happy trills and even Sterling bweeped a bit. Yippee and Dittles waggled and wigged as I set about preparing repast for all, and I glimpsed the Remembrance program at Ground Zero.
I stopped and gave thanks that I live in a country where my Grandparents can get primo healthcare, where my parents can travel with minimal fear of death, and where I can choose to worship, live and play exactly as I choose. I am glad I am whole and so is my family.
Life is exceptional!
9.10.2004
Beware What You Wish...
Well, the Djinn gave me what I wished for, but it seems he is still inhabited by Robin Williams...
Man Gets 6 Months for Swinging Alligator
Fri Sep 10, 7:14 AM ET
DAYTONA BEACH, Fla. - A man who swung an alligator at his girlfriend during an argument was sentenced to six months in jail.
David Havenner, 41, of Port Orange, pleaded no contest to misdemeanor charges of battery and possession of an alligator, said Linda Pruitt, spokeswoman for the State Attorney's Office. He changed his earlier plea of not guilty, she said Wednesday.
He was sentenced to six month in jail with 48 days credit for time served during the Sept. 1 hearing, according to court records.
Sheriff's officials said Havenner was keeping the 3-foot gator in his bathtub and swung it at his girlfriend, Nancy Monico, 39, during an argument on July 16.
Monico told investigators that Havenner beat her with his fists, then grabbed the gator and swung it at her as she tried to escape. The gator struck Monico at least once, after which time Havenner threw empty beer bottles at her and then kicked her out of their mobile home, she told investigators.
Havenner told investigators that Monico bit his hand because she was upset that they had run out of alcohol.
The alligator was later released into the St. Johns River, wildlife commission officials said.
At least no one important (namely agillator) was hurt or maimed...
Man Gets 6 Months for Swinging Alligator
Fri Sep 10, 7:14 AM ET
DAYTONA BEACH, Fla. - A man who swung an alligator at his girlfriend during an argument was sentenced to six months in jail.
David Havenner, 41, of Port Orange, pleaded no contest to misdemeanor charges of battery and possession of an alligator, said Linda Pruitt, spokeswoman for the State Attorney's Office. He changed his earlier plea of not guilty, she said Wednesday.
He was sentenced to six month in jail with 48 days credit for time served during the Sept. 1 hearing, according to court records.
Sheriff's officials said Havenner was keeping the 3-foot gator in his bathtub and swung it at his girlfriend, Nancy Monico, 39, during an argument on July 16.
Monico told investigators that Havenner beat her with his fists, then grabbed the gator and swung it at her as she tried to escape. The gator struck Monico at least once, after which time Havenner threw empty beer bottles at her and then kicked her out of their mobile home, she told investigators.
Havenner told investigators that Monico bit his hand because she was upset that they had run out of alcohol.
The alligator was later released into the St. Johns River, wildlife commission officials said.
At least no one important (namely agillator) was hurt or maimed...
I Like to Hear Your Thoughts
Recently I was described as "undomesticated."
Please comment! Refer to picture gallery if needed.
Please comment! Refer to picture gallery if needed.
Enough Already!
Election years wear me out. Politicians sinking lower and lower in their campaign tactics; bloggers blogging endlessly about who they hate and why; name-calling, mud-slinging, ranting, fanatical soap-boxing; and to what end??? Do folks really think their votes make a difference?? REALLY??
OK, for those of you still laboring under the grand delusion that we live in a "democracy," let me take this one moment to voice my "political" view. (And if you think about it, you just might agree.) This is very abbreviated so try to work with me here.
Clear your mind... open your eyes... just take it all in without extreme prejudice... this won't hurt a bit...
Let's start with the most powerful man in the country... George Dub? - I mean he IS the President and Chief Executive. Do we not look to him in times of crisis for national guidance and assurance? P-Shaw!! The most powerful man in the country is... Alan Greenspan! Maybe even the world. Now that is established, (and I can talk about why he is the most powerful but that is a completely different subject) let's move on to the democratic farce.
We can use simple logic:
Alan Greenspan is omnipotent
Omnipotence is defined by wealth
Wealth equates to money
Money is power
Power is the ability to control
Control resides in the Chief Executive Office.
Chief Executive Office is inhabited by the President.
Extrapolating from the afore, we can infer that the most important occupation of the wealthy is the preservation of money, i.e. power, and the way to do this is to determine the occupancy, i.e. puppetry, of the Chief Executive Office. AND, what that adds up to is an Oligarchy, not a democracy.
Additionally, if you still think there are two reigning political parties in this country, once again, Confused! The Republican and Democratic factions are merely lip-service to an incredibly antiquated Constitution, and crutches for a nation that needs to identify with a "cause" - an excuse to shout and argue about meaningless policies and stances that will never become part of our governmental foundation, much less affect our daily lives. We have one party and that is the Roosevelt/Vanderbilt/Carnegie/Kennedy party that wrangles around and searches for the most compliant candidates and then shuffles them into a figurehead position where their every action can be controlled, manipulated, and dictated by the needs and desires of the wealthy/powerful who only respond to the dictates of the world economy, not world politics.
Money makes the world go 'round, and makes your vote worthless. Sorry, it's my opinion and I'm sticking to it. I will be glad to debate more in-depth in person and at length over a frothy wheat beer. Otherwise, I confine my views to this post, and I move on to much more immediate frivolity.
OK, for those of you still laboring under the grand delusion that we live in a "democracy," let me take this one moment to voice my "political" view. (And if you think about it, you just might agree.) This is very abbreviated so try to work with me here.
Clear your mind... open your eyes... just take it all in without extreme prejudice... this won't hurt a bit...
Let's start with the most powerful man in the country... George Dub? - I mean he IS the President and Chief Executive. Do we not look to him in times of crisis for national guidance and assurance? P-Shaw!! The most powerful man in the country is... Alan Greenspan! Maybe even the world. Now that is established, (and I can talk about why he is the most powerful but that is a completely different subject) let's move on to the democratic farce.
We can use simple logic:
Alan Greenspan is omnipotent
Omnipotence is defined by wealth
Wealth equates to money
Money is power
Power is the ability to control
Control resides in the Chief Executive Office.
Chief Executive Office is inhabited by the President.
Extrapolating from the afore, we can infer that the most important occupation of the wealthy is the preservation of money, i.e. power, and the way to do this is to determine the occupancy, i.e. puppetry, of the Chief Executive Office. AND, what that adds up to is an Oligarchy, not a democracy.
Additionally, if you still think there are two reigning political parties in this country, once again, Confused! The Republican and Democratic factions are merely lip-service to an incredibly antiquated Constitution, and crutches for a nation that needs to identify with a "cause" - an excuse to shout and argue about meaningless policies and stances that will never become part of our governmental foundation, much less affect our daily lives. We have one party and that is the Roosevelt/Vanderbilt/Carnegie/Kennedy party that wrangles around and searches for the most compliant candidates and then shuffles them into a figurehead position where their every action can be controlled, manipulated, and dictated by the needs and desires of the wealthy/powerful who only respond to the dictates of the world economy, not world politics.
Money makes the world go 'round, and makes your vote worthless. Sorry, it's my opinion and I'm sticking to it. I will be glad to debate more in-depth in person and at length over a frothy wheat beer. Otherwise, I confine my views to this post, and I move on to much more immediate frivolity.
9.09.2004
Monkey-Knuckle
...no time... can't write... new job... family business... blogged down... must carry on...
9.08.2004
Chico and the (Wo)-Man
I gotta new drug last night. Chico came home from the frenzied estate of the Birdy Boyz and is now residing in J's old abode (tears) and has availed himself of the stick to which J was so completely averse. This morning's repast included orange slice, alfalfa sprout, grapes, chinese mini corn, spinach, and raisins (now that I think of it, I should have taken a picture...Damn!). Wish I didn't have to leave him all alone on his first day, but it will give him a chance to acclimate. Nick-at-Nite was the overwhelming viewing choice. Sterling was quite interested and tried to engage Chico in some melodious banter, but Chico was playing hard-to-talk.
This is SO cool...I can't wait to get home tonight and play with my new toy...
This is SO cool...I can't wait to get home tonight and play with my new toy...
9.07.2004
I think I love you...lalalalalalalala
OK, this is probably one of the weirdest things that has ever happened to me (and I have been involved in some weird sh*t, let me tell you!)...
We all know that Labor Day weekend was my labor of love for the Birdy Boyz and their animal clan. It was awesome being alone and unsupervised with so many outstanding specimens of the birdy world...Macaws that can severe fingers, Amazons that make delicious rain forest noises, Cockatoos that coo lovingly saying "I love you" in dulcet tones, chickens that make eggs that I "eat them up , Yum!" All-in-All, a super weekend of consorting with wild animals gone somewhat domestic.
HOWEVER... here's the weird part. I'll set the stage...
Last day. Mid-Morning. Gentle light streams through west window. Birds readying for nap; rustling, twittering, scuffing around. Oz, large Beretta-type cockatoo known to bite.
"Good Morning, Oz!" I sing.
He ducks his head invitingly.
"Oh, Oz, you've broken your bowl mount again...Crikey!" I fetch new mount.
"Alrighty, gonna put this on and don't you break it again or I'll pank you...naughty Oz."
Oz eyes me jauntily as he climbs through the door and on top of cage.
I finish securing mount and prepare to replace Oz in cage.
Oz lifts foot and stretches it towards me, again ducking head and looking innocent.
I oblige Oz with arm.
Oz slowly begins to rock on wrist, lifts foot out to other hand/wrist. Grabs both hands, switches to other wrist. Rocks more.
"So you want to play the game??" I grab a foot in each hand and do the wiggly thing. Oz nips.
"OK, so no game. What do you want?"
Oz is getting agitated, not in a bitey way. He leans towards me as if wanting to cuddle (this is normal behavior for Cockatoos, they become VERY bonded to one person and are exceptionally affectionate).
I hold Oz close to my chest as he continues to arrange his feet on my hands. He now begins to fluff his feathers, get warm and wiggly.
I'm focused on his head as I don't want another "birdy kiss" that ends with my lip the size of the Hindenburg. And,...
now I notice Oz is really excited by my hands - gripping tightly and working his tail feathers about.
"Holy Crap, I'm getting raped by this bird."
And just as I think that, a lovely little deposit on my hand and Oz is strangely calm.
OK...that's weird!
We all know that Labor Day weekend was my labor of love for the Birdy Boyz and their animal clan. It was awesome being alone and unsupervised with so many outstanding specimens of the birdy world...Macaws that can severe fingers, Amazons that make delicious rain forest noises, Cockatoos that coo lovingly saying "I love you" in dulcet tones, chickens that make eggs that I "eat them up , Yum!" All-in-All, a super weekend of consorting with wild animals gone somewhat domestic.
HOWEVER... here's the weird part. I'll set the stage...
Last day. Mid-Morning. Gentle light streams through west window. Birds readying for nap; rustling, twittering, scuffing around. Oz, large Beretta-type cockatoo known to bite.
"Good Morning, Oz!" I sing.
He ducks his head invitingly.
"Oh, Oz, you've broken your bowl mount again...Crikey!" I fetch new mount.
"Alrighty, gonna put this on and don't you break it again or I'll pank you...naughty Oz."
Oz eyes me jauntily as he climbs through the door and on top of cage.
I finish securing mount and prepare to replace Oz in cage.
Oz lifts foot and stretches it towards me, again ducking head and looking innocent.
I oblige Oz with arm.
Oz slowly begins to rock on wrist, lifts foot out to other hand/wrist. Grabs both hands, switches to other wrist. Rocks more.
"So you want to play the game??" I grab a foot in each hand and do the wiggly thing. Oz nips.
"OK, so no game. What do you want?"
Oz is getting agitated, not in a bitey way. He leans towards me as if wanting to cuddle (this is normal behavior for Cockatoos, they become VERY bonded to one person and are exceptionally affectionate).
I hold Oz close to my chest as he continues to arrange his feet on my hands. He now begins to fluff his feathers, get warm and wiggly.
I'm focused on his head as I don't want another "birdy kiss" that ends with my lip the size of the Hindenburg. And,...
now I notice Oz is really excited by my hands - gripping tightly and working his tail feathers about.
"Holy Crap, I'm getting raped by this bird."
And just as I think that, a lovely little deposit on my hand and Oz is strangely calm.
OK...that's weird!
9.05.2004
Labor Day Weekend
Comfy pants, re-runs, and sloppy habits are usually the hallmarks of a long holiday weekend. A chance to stalk your backyard in PJ's, wait to comb your hair until you have to go to the store for another bag of chips, and of course the obligatory afternoon nap. Not for me... not this time.
I volunteered my efforts to the large animal clan of the "Birdy Boyz" and have spent 4-6 hours a day loving rescued dogs grown fat on regular meals; feeding a flock of fowl, exotic and domestic, that greet me as I come through the door and grow sad when I lock up for the night; and wandering the scruffy gardens of a home dedicated to nurturing the less fortunate in the animal kingdom. I wouldn't trade this experience for anything, and I more sure with every visit that organizing a foundation to support the rescue and rehabilitation of abused and neglected birds is just the thing.
I volunteered my efforts to the large animal clan of the "Birdy Boyz" and have spent 4-6 hours a day loving rescued dogs grown fat on regular meals; feeding a flock of fowl, exotic and domestic, that greet me as I come through the door and grow sad when I lock up for the night; and wandering the scruffy gardens of a home dedicated to nurturing the less fortunate in the animal kingdom. I wouldn't trade this experience for anything, and I more sure with every visit that organizing a foundation to support the rescue and rehabilitation of abused and neglected birds is just the thing.
9.04.2004
9.02.2004
Let's Get Retarded
"Come On... Dig Deep...Challenge Yourself..." These are the encouragements I gave to my cycle class last night while in my mind I thought, "What are you kidding? This program is hellacious! I'm torturing these poor people!" And yet, I got "thank you"'s, and "great ride"'s as the cyclers noodled out of the gym. However, the one enjoyable aspect of that muderous hour was the music, if I do say so myself:
1. Black Water
2. Fell on Black Days
3. Let's Get Retarded
4. Lady Marmalade (Extended Remix)
5. She Bang (William Hung Version)
6. She Bang (Ricky Martin)
7. Shook Me All Night Long
8. Corazon Espinado
9. Black Betty
10. Word Up
11. Tipsy
12. Senorita
13. Vibrate
Grueling, yet audio-satisfactory... My hamstrings hurt...YEOUCH!
1. Black Water
2. Fell on Black Days
3. Let's Get Retarded
4. Lady Marmalade (Extended Remix)
5. She Bang (William Hung Version)
6. She Bang (Ricky Martin)
7. Shook Me All Night Long
8. Corazon Espinado
9. Black Betty
10. Word Up
11. Tipsy
12. Senorita
13. Vibrate
Grueling, yet audio-satisfactory... My hamstrings hurt...YEOUCH!
Psittacine Ecstacy
In the wake of the condolences following J's death, the torturous tapes in my head about said demise, and continued existence without the little pecker, I am now presented with new joy.
A few blogs ago I talked about bliss, and I discovered my bliss this year when I contracted to hand-raise several hundred cockatiels, conures, greencheeks and small parrots. Within the first few feeds I had an indescribable feeling that I soon realized was passion/bliss in its purest form. When Crazy Bird Lady went tits up and I lost my contract, I was truly bereft and knew that I had to find a way to incorporate birds, particularly parrots, into my life. A new friend who is a parrot rescuer of the most dedicated sort has entrusted me with his collection of Macaws (Remember the Lip!), Amazons, Cockatoos, Conures and various other feathered companions. Over the last month, in preparation for his Labor Day vacation, I have been feeding the birds with Jeff's tender guidance and instruction. I have come to be close to a few of the flighty fellows and have come to be the dastardly enemy of one in particular (Remember the Lip!). However, in the course of my nightly feeds, I have become particularly attached to one little Amazonian fellow named Chico.
Chico is an unhappy, single male Mealy Amazon parrot who Jeff warned me of. Oddly enough, Chico and I have become friends. He allows me to scratch his neck and cheeks, cooing and raising his wings in delight. He never lunges at me and bows his head submissively when I approach the cage. I have enjoyed developing a relationship with the fellow who is such a "killer." Last night while feeding, Jeff and I worked harmoniously in the aviary...dumping seeds, filling water, reassuring Macaws, and calmly going about our business. I spent extra time with Chico and we scratched, cawed and strengthened our bond. As I was rubbing Chico's cheek, I glanced over at Jeff to find him staring wide-eyed at our tete-a-tete.
Well, you know what happens next. Upon leaving, Jeff walked me out to the car and after some small talk told me that he had wanted to wait until after the trip, but he and Tommy had deciced that Chico should come live with me. (imagine me standing in the dusk, no words coming out but the lips are moving)
Chico will never be a replacement for J, but he is certainly welcome into my home and life. And, with Sterling, Chico and other parrots needing rescue, perhaps the non-profit that I have been longing to start can begin to take shape.
Addendum non Sequitor: I have little Geckos in my garage.
A few blogs ago I talked about bliss, and I discovered my bliss this year when I contracted to hand-raise several hundred cockatiels, conures, greencheeks and small parrots. Within the first few feeds I had an indescribable feeling that I soon realized was passion/bliss in its purest form. When Crazy Bird Lady went tits up and I lost my contract, I was truly bereft and knew that I had to find a way to incorporate birds, particularly parrots, into my life. A new friend who is a parrot rescuer of the most dedicated sort has entrusted me with his collection of Macaws (Remember the Lip!), Amazons, Cockatoos, Conures and various other feathered companions. Over the last month, in preparation for his Labor Day vacation, I have been feeding the birds with Jeff's tender guidance and instruction. I have come to be close to a few of the flighty fellows and have come to be the dastardly enemy of one in particular (Remember the Lip!). However, in the course of my nightly feeds, I have become particularly attached to one little Amazonian fellow named Chico.
Chico is an unhappy, single male Mealy Amazon parrot who Jeff warned me of. Oddly enough, Chico and I have become friends. He allows me to scratch his neck and cheeks, cooing and raising his wings in delight. He never lunges at me and bows his head submissively when I approach the cage. I have enjoyed developing a relationship with the fellow who is such a "killer." Last night while feeding, Jeff and I worked harmoniously in the aviary...dumping seeds, filling water, reassuring Macaws, and calmly going about our business. I spent extra time with Chico and we scratched, cawed and strengthened our bond. As I was rubbing Chico's cheek, I glanced over at Jeff to find him staring wide-eyed at our tete-a-tete.
Well, you know what happens next. Upon leaving, Jeff walked me out to the car and after some small talk told me that he had wanted to wait until after the trip, but he and Tommy had deciced that Chico should come live with me. (imagine me standing in the dusk, no words coming out but the lips are moving)
Chico will never be a replacement for J, but he is certainly welcome into my home and life. And, with Sterling, Chico and other parrots needing rescue, perhaps the non-profit that I have been longing to start can begin to take shape.
Addendum non Sequitor: I have little Geckos in my garage.
9.01.2004
Copulatory Cuisine
Regardless of whether the aphrodisiacal effects are scientifically based or not, it all works when you are with that special someone (even if it is only yourself, hehe)...
The Passion that Binds
On Finding Your Bliss:
I wrote this one lovely afternoon while sitting in the sun on the porch of the Dubliner Pub. Sipping a Hefeweizen and being in the moment brought these thoughts to mind and pen.
My Uncle Christopher calls it your bliss, and has encouraged me at every turn to search for it. Perhaps it is something tied to your destiny. Perhaps it is only a reflection of some seemingly unattainable desire.
How does one find one's passion/bliss? Some might say that through the serene process of zen, one can attain passion, or maybe one just fumbles about until the passion presents itself. Sometimes we don't recognize our passion until it beats us about the head and shoulders with a large prickly stick. I imagine that it happens in a myriad of ways, each singular for each individual seeking.
What I know is that the passion is not all pleasure. Frustration, knowledge, suffering, joy, submission and dominance - a plethora of weltering emotions and proficiencies/inefficiencies are all part and parcel of the passion and its demands and rewards.
The passion screams, weeps, laughs unbridled. It embraces, it thrusts away, elusive yet tangible and ephemeral as faeries, lover, friend, concupiscent enemy. The conquering delight, mischevious uncertainty, blatant failure, devious gift and amorphous anxiety.
I wrote this one lovely afternoon while sitting in the sun on the porch of the Dubliner Pub. Sipping a Hefeweizen and being in the moment brought these thoughts to mind and pen.
My Uncle Christopher calls it your bliss, and has encouraged me at every turn to search for it. Perhaps it is something tied to your destiny. Perhaps it is only a reflection of some seemingly unattainable desire.
How does one find one's passion/bliss? Some might say that through the serene process of zen, one can attain passion, or maybe one just fumbles about until the passion presents itself. Sometimes we don't recognize our passion until it beats us about the head and shoulders with a large prickly stick. I imagine that it happens in a myriad of ways, each singular for each individual seeking.
What I know is that the passion is not all pleasure. Frustration, knowledge, suffering, joy, submission and dominance - a plethora of weltering emotions and proficiencies/inefficiencies are all part and parcel of the passion and its demands and rewards.
The passion screams, weeps, laughs unbridled. It embraces, it thrusts away, elusive yet tangible and ephemeral as faeries, lover, friend, concupiscent enemy. The conquering delight, mischevious uncertainty, blatant failure, devious gift and amorphous anxiety.
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