Well, I'll Swan...

Seems Blogger and Yahoo! made a few administrative changes and I didn't get the memo. Nevertheless, my blog is now NOT very watery and that will have to be rectified. So given some time, some vehement swearing, and some fun with the new Apple, I may just get everything back or better. Hang in, 'cause I know Y'all can hardly stand a moment away from this scintillating blog-O.

Pursed Birdie Lips

enjoy this little fascist bathtime animation - the tune is infectious

I have this Obsession, See????

You can see clearly now.... that I am going through a phase with this whole "you-tube bird thing." Everyone else's birds seem so much more entertaining than my own, but I feel certain given enough time and beak punctures, I could catch something brilliant emanating from my fids (other than a still shot perched on my shoulder from NewBurt). Stay tuned, but in the meantime watch this feller give a delightful lecture.

All I Want for Christmas

(The Craigslist Version...)

"WANTING RODENT BALLS

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Reply to: XXXXXXX
Date: 2007-12-02, 8:25PM CST


HI,
I am getting two rats for christmas and i need Two Rodent Balls, big enough for full grown male fancy rats. I will be needing two but i can buy from more than one person if you just have one.
~thank you

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I don't even know where to start with this one... so discuss amongst yourselves-elves.

An Evening with NewBurt...

Micromanaged Blogging

And here is the Boyfriend's (previously "Person" and "One") new toy...

First from the New Toy

fun with effects... should I have a nose job???????

New New New...

For ME!!! All Mine and YOU can't have any. This week has seen an unprecedented expenditure of monies...

1st:



and then

2nd:

My 24" 2.4GHZ iMac all wireless, all the time....

Oh yes, I feel as if I am arriving

Since I have nothing of my own to say... Part II

And the Manikin has Won the Oscar

No commentary needed...

Uh well MrPresident...

You see, I expected to have all this free time to do projects and lessons of all sorts and what really happens is that I go back to the drudgery of real life that got put on AT&T mega-hold for 2 years. So not only have I NOT pursued any of the aforementioned hobbies, but I have not completed any projects, I have definitely NOT blogged. In fact the only project that one might say I have been vigorously attempting is "The Boyfriend." Yep, that takes up most weekends and of course being a graduated graduate is perfect excuse to have more work dumped into my already overflowing work-bin.

Soooo, the only thing I have truly done for myself is to begin the practice of Bikram Yoga, a distinctive new torture. I urge you to come and try with me! Because going from the sweltering Texas sun and humidity into a 100deg room with about 20 other sweaty grunting individuals bent on achieving nirvana through the medium of copious amounts of sweat, is just the ticket.

Come On, It's Great Fun!!

And What Do You Think?????

Lifted from my erstwhile friend and fellow Knob slosher...

9 1/2 Weeks

Conflicted... utterly and abstractly conflicted is how I am feeling as I sail to the end of this degree. The last 2 1/2 years have offered up the fullest spectrum of experiences - and not all higher education related but all strung together under the umbrella of "The MBA". And now it is slipping into that good night. Oodles of hours of "free" time in which to pursue not-so-free hobbies (dressage, tennis, opera & guitar lessons), but the temptation to stagnate will always be lurking. With a brain like this, you have to keep it fed or it becomes obstinate, furry, and infinitely more perverse.

At first, so many books... so many books that I need and want to read. So many projects demanding satisfaction. The time will be filled nicely, but then things will dwindle. Free time will become scarce - the lesson will have to be repeated. I've thought about the PhD at Oxford. Something exotic, abstruse, esoteric.

Most of my circle believe I should be ecstatic to see the end of this tunnel... but then I'm back in the wide open... still no clear path unfolded. But is it mine to question the nature of a universe unrevealed?

Gobble, Gobble... Screech!

I was late to work yesterday because of the turkeys. What a great excuse, but no one to give it to,... well,.... 'cause I'm the boss. And I'm really great to work for - just ask the penguins. Anywhoski... my little route to work takes me close to a bend in the river and slides down through what we call "the bottoms" - a very small greenbelt that is slowly being taken over by the big rigs (how depressing). But there are still coyotes, cougars, turkeys, hawks and all manner of wildlife settin' up shop there. And now mostly visible because of the encroaching oil/gas fiends. Nevertheless, there is a resident flock/gaggle/sewing circle of turkeys that live just this side of the new rugby fields, and occassionally I see them in the early morn poking around in the high grass looking for tasty morsels. Usually it is the hens I see, sometimes the toms. But yesterday... there was a courtin' couple. I just had to stop and watch the show. MrTom was vigorously showing his massive tail feathers, wattle all blossoming red, and strutting like a true cock-of-the-walk, and his lovely intentioned hen was busily nabbing mayflies with complete aplomb and disregard for MrTom's efforts. I took a couple of photos, but my little digi camera is such a POS that all you can see is a minute brown spec in the distance - so use your agile imaginations,my lovelies.

Needless, to say, that made for a good day. Nothing like a little turkey libido to get one off on the right foot.

Not Dead, Not Dead...

Ha Ha Ha... not even mildly comatic, unless you count amazing amounts of MBA class time including being compressed over Spring Break when other people are joyfully, maniacally sipping drinks with umbrellas, and I am chasing my psyche all over the conflict simulation. So There, I Tell You!!

Ok, so no one tells you that posting eventually looses it's allure expecially when you meet a new someone who may be THE one, and you are one-ing all over the place trying to squeeze in assignations twixt group projects, mid-terms, and financial forecasting. One only idly considered the subject of THE one in a movie/hollywood/romanticised way and never the implications of THE actual one maybe making more than a cameo in one's up 'til now solitary and insulated existence. Why didn't you people warn me??!! Lazy people with YOUR ones... I'll swan (as my grandmother P used to say)

Do any of you out there who so ardently read my blog practice the secret?? I want some feedback from real people. Send smoke signals or just comment.

Uh Huh, I suck!!!

Yeppers, I suck huge green donkey balls because I am a blog-loser. I haven't posted in eons and I still really don't have anything to say. No ethereal meanderings to prickle your little stagnant brains, no silly insights into the sex lives of amphibians, and no quaint stories of rapacious meteorological musings. I started a post about my weekend in Austin, but how interested could you be in a reunion that has been in the works for 17 years, with a former adulterous lover powerhouse chemical company exec. Nothing to see there, folks!

Christmas passed with the usual fanfare and much poorer than average fanless fare, to whit the holiday food this year was absolutely piss. Mushy, tasteless, salted denture fodder that didn't even have the pep to act like food. I drive 5 hours for this??? And then came down the edict from on high.... "I WILL NOT BE SUBJECTED TO LONG DRIVES, BOLLOCKS FOOD, AND FARTING FAMILY NEXT YEAR - I WILL EVACUATE TO MEXICO." And it is so. Already hit up snoring non-farting Grandma to visit artist Uncle in Mezco next holiday time. The wheels are set in motion.

And this last bit... I met a person. Said person is still lolling about. Lest I shake the foundations of singlehood, and fulfill my prophesy selfly ----------- person may just be Person!!!