February 28, 2006











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    Saw Capote last night.  Intriguing movie.  Truman Capote was one of these that wrote a few classics, but mainly talked about what he was going to write than actually writing.  After In Cold Blood he spent the next 20 years on the jet set circuit being himself and telling all the wonderful stories he was putting in Unanswered Prayers (title?), though when he od’d in Johnny Carson’s ex wife’s place…later it seemed after all this time he’d only written a few chapters and various notes.


    A concern of mine since I usually say things like I write a lot in my head and tell all these stories of my own to people.  And take notes which I increasingly can no longer decipher.  Sigh


    Cough.


    I saw him read once when I was at UGA.  Short version of story:  It was twilight at Reed Hall quadrangle. Good sized crowd.  He appeared at the top of steps of the old student union–Memorial Hall or whatever it’s called now.  Dressed totally in black.  Black sunglasses.  In the center of a spotlight.


    He took a few uncertain steps down, stumbled, and fell down the next steps.  I guess he was…drunk?   Everyone went omg.   Well to skip ahead–he finally made it to the podium, and in his uniquely accentuated voice said “Lets make this evening a gala!”


    Which he did.  He began reading A Christmas Memory, and after a while the large crowd was quiet and mesmerized.




     


     



     




     


    This is the first Olympics I’ve enjoyed since my experience in Atlanta during our years with it.   I’d been a great Olympic fan, but the years preceding the Atlanta games were maddening to me since it seemed to me the whole effort lost focus after receiving it until later when it was too late to do much more than the basic infrastructure.  That’s just my take on it–I suppose there was more going on behind the scenes than was obvious.  Of course I read how many billions the Chinese government is spending on the Beijing Olympics, and with Atlanta it was like the whole country laughed and made cow tipping jokes and we’re like– “Huh?”


    And not to mention the execrable  Eric Rudolph.  So many people do so much to bring the games to Atlanta and one fucking idiot screws it up.   Plus this period is probably the height of pandering to Olympic officials though it was Salt Lake City that got nailed on it. Used to get sick of hearing about parties and freebies for visiting IOC aristocracy.  Like the children of African officials getting free scholarships to Emory.  Cough.


    But yeah I was sort of wistful when these came and went: I relatively kept track of it and saw the opening and closing ceremonies.  People like Bode Miller frighten me.  I guess it’s like Capote–feels like it hits a little close to home for me in some ways. Yes I’ve been having mood swings again.  Hahah


    I feel sort of gyped now.  I’d scorned and avoided all Olympics since Atlanta.  Oh yeah the press and IOC got really snitty right before the games.  They were saying we fumbled and others said they felt we weren’t catering to them all enough.  Well the Atlanta Games are still the ones who have hosted the most people overall.  Like I said–it just seemed to be years of kissing and sucking up and it got tiresome reading which no-name offical was breezing into town for parties and freebies.






     



     




     


    I wish they’d settle on a design for the so called Freedom Tower to be built at Ground Zero.  The previous design was somewhat distinctive after months of work and review.  The so-called “Statue of Liberty” design.  It just struck me as–I dunno–it took months for that design–then safety officials wanted it placed further back from the street and possible car bombs, so over night they came up with this less distinctive somewhat more boring  design–though it does look like a giant middle finger–so maybe that’s ok–I dunno.


     




     



     




     


    And wistful over Mardi Gras and New Orleans too.  Haha  I’d wanted to go back for years–Steve and I and his friend Abdul went a few years ago.  It was an experience.  hahah  Abdul—how shall I say this–was sort of “out there?”  Hmm–story for another time.  Hahah  At least he didn’t kill us in our sleep.  Talk about mood swings.  Ahem.


     




     



     




     


    Guess  I better get going.  I need to get on a strict budget for eventual relocation moves–but am curious about Capote and Harper Lee (To Kill A Mockingbird) stuff now


     


     


     


     
















February 24, 2006






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    Yes!  It has been determined that prehistoric beavers were swimming with the dinosaurs 164 million years ago!  However.  The above picture is rather misleading.  The small print in the article said they only wieghed a little more that a pound and were the size of a platypus.  Seeing the above pic I was thinking like 30 feet or something.  Haha




     





     


    Amusing lil video from Mad TV about guys watching football.  Hahah.  Hit the above picture to see the whole thing.  Hahah


    Watching the Olympic’s women’s free skating program.  I could really do without the commentator’s jibber jabber during the programs.  They could dish on them after the performances.  When certain athletes are struggling I could do without all the nonstop trashing from the analsyts.


    Trying to master my new cell.  So far my txt msgs read like asphilmj which means asshole in Lowland Middle Wilish to the buddy who called me a turd, but that’s just sweet talk between us anyway. Hahah


    Aren’t power drinks supposed to..I dunno…power you up or something.  Damn things put me to sleep.  This Vault thing stopped just short of it–but Rockstar knocks me out, then when I wake up 12 hours later I feel fine.  Hahah


    Yawn.   (Haha plus)


    Later. I am so sick of these commentators chirping about how skaters are tired, sloppy, and failures and all. 


    Work tomorrow but not until 4.  PM this time.


    Yawn.  Sigh.  Bleh.


    Haha



















February 17, 2006






  • Mwu Lla Fllaga, age 28. You're just the star of the day eh !



    YOU ARE….. : Mwu Lla Fllaga ! Ahh the laid-back
    person, you’re just the type of person who
    tries to fill up the merriness in a difficult
    situation, but when it gets serious….
    you’re the utmost !!

    Kidou Senshi Gundam SEED Character Personality Test !
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    How do you pronounce that?  Me La Fag?  Haha  wish I had his hair though.  Hahah   The traits true enough I guess.  Haha


     


     


     


    Message I left at another site.


     



    I just had a death in the family.

    *sniffles in dismay*

    The litttle Braun coffee maker I bought when I moved up here 5 and and half years go passed away over night–when I fell asleep and left it on all night. (Can I be sued/charged for negligence and neglect?) *small smirk*

    It served me well.

    Oh well. I wanted to go hang out with the Wal Mart crowd anyway today.

    Hell–I can do that tomorrow after work–I’m off today.

    (And yeah I mentioned the working outside in the subzero wind tomorrow, but now I remember the bit about being up in the air changing racking–my heights thing and all—mmmmmmmmmm–I dunno.)

    I’m ready for the next phase of life–being a dork on the book channel dressing in bad suits and talking in debate club mannerisms. LOL But I’d be warm and on level ground–usually.


     


    Ok.


    At the risk of bringing down a million dollah bounty on my head–here’s a link to the Danish cartoons that people are rioting, dying and burning over.


    And in answer to the next possible question–I do have some type of sick twisted fascination with neocon fire bomb and conservative sex pistol Ann Coulter, and have sometimes daydreamed about dating scenarios–but I’m still wrestling with those feelings.  Haha


     


    Sublime


     


    What I Got



    Early in the mornin’, risin’ to the street, Light me up that cigarette and I strap shoes on my feet. Got to find a
    reason, reason things went wrong. Got to find the reason why my money’s all gone. I got a dalmation and I can still
    get high. I can play the guitar like a mother f*cking riot.


    Life is (too short) so love the one you got cause you might get run over or you might get shot. Never start no static
    I just get it off my chest. Never had to battle with no bulletproof vest. Take a small example, take a tip from
    me.. take all of your money and give it up to charity. Lovin’s what I got, It’s within my reach and the sublime style’s
    still straight from Long Beach It all comes back to you you’re bound to get what you deserve. Try and test that,
    you’re bound to get served. Love’s what I got, don’t start a riot, You feel it when the dance gets hot.

    Lovin’, is what I got, I said remember that.
    Lovin’, is what I got, and remember that.
    Lovin’, is what I got, I said remember that.
    Lovin’, is what I got, I got, I got

    why I don’t cry when my dog runs away. I don’t get angry at the bills I have to pay. I don’t get angry when my Mom
    smokes pot, hits that bottle and goes right to the rock. F*ckin and fighting, it’s all the same. To live with Louie dog’s
    the only way to stay sane. Let the lovin’, let the lovin’ come back to me.






     








     


    Anyhoo–  How bout them Olympics?   I’ve watched a little–though the glib media big-hype gloss overs do gag me alot.


    Off today.  Guess I should go do something instead of feeling overwhelmed with trivialities and hiding back under the blanket to sleep.









February 13, 2006






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    HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!!!!




     


    Ok.  Haha


    Now that I’ve gotten that out of the way.


    *makes Scrooge-like grumpy sounds*


     




     



     




     










    Dear wil,
    Here is your horoscope
    for Monday, February 13:


    Learn to embrace chaos instead of trying to fix everything at once. When something wonderful is in the process of being born, it’s usually accompanied by a lot of storm and stress. Ride it out.




    Mmmm.   Is that what it is?  I’d been telling people it’s the full moon.


    Still waiting on the wonderful birth bit.

















    Aries   Aries
    Daily extended (by Astrology.com)
    Will you feel like chatting today? You bet you will — and it’s a given that the topic of your choice will be love or romance. In fact, expect one of your new admirers to boldly bridge the gap between friend and lover during what starts out as a casual chat. If you’re interested, get busy. You’ve got 24 hours to prepare for the most romantic day of the year. Fortunately, at the speed you move naturally, this won’t be a problem. -


    Kinda doubt any of this happening.  Sigh.


     




     




     


    Dead jellyfish fouling a fishing net in case you’re wondering.  (Haha)


     


     


    What has happened to America’s Jesus?







    By Rob Borsellino
    Mon Feb 13, 7:12 AM ET




    I remember when Jesus Christ was about religion.


    That goes back to when he was caring and compassionate all the time, not just during the political campaign season.



    He used to bring people together and give them hope. He wouldn’t have his people get in your face and tell you to fight gay rights or you’ll burn in hell. That’s not what he was about. That’s not the Jesus who made folks such as Jerry Falwell and Pat Robertson rich and famous. He was a different guy from the 21st-century American Jesus Christ.



    When I recently visited Sicily, Italy, the old Jesus was all over the place. His statue was on the counter at the restaurant and the coffee house. His image was on the wall at the clothing store and in the hotel lobby. And there was a huge painting of him on the side of an apartment building.



    Sometimes he was with his mom and dad, and sometimes he was sitting with his pals – the apostles. Mostly he was hanging from the cross. Whatever he was up to, it was all about religion.



    It was interesting because I didn’t go to Sicily looking for a religious experience. I went looking for what’s left of my family. My grandfather and his brother came to the United States in 1904 and left behind their parents and two sisters. The sisters had kids, grandkids, great grandkids.



    I never met any of those people, and I knew nothing about Sicily except the obvious – pizza and the Mafia. My wife thought it was time to connect. She made some calls and let the family know we were coming.



    We landed in Palermo, got our bags and were met by my cousin Peppino Rizzuti, who was holding a handwritten sign with my name on it.



    He was there with three other cousins. They hooked us up with more family and spent the next seven days driving us all over the island and stuffing us with mozzarella, prosciutto, olives and about 50 kinds of pasta.



    My cousin Maria made the sign of the cross before she ate. My cousin Antonio’s car had a figurine of a saint on the dashboard. My cousin Gian Marco had a beautiful cross hanging from his neck.



    But nobody was going on about God, Jesus and religion. It didn’t come up. I saw all that and was reminded that you can be a decent person – a good son, husband and father – and still oppose the war in  Iraq. You can be a caring, thoughtful member of your community and still question whether Justice     Samuel Alito should have been confirmed. Jesus won’t get mad at you.



    Several times during the week, I thought about telling my family what’s happened to Jesus in the United States – how he’s been kidnapped by politicians and preachers who decide what he does and doesn’t think. They speak for him, and it doesn’t always make sense.



    They say Jesus is “pro life,” but he doesn’t seem to have a problem with the death penalty. And he thinks stem cell research – something that would save lives – is no different from murdering babies. They say he’s the embodiment of kindness, love, decency and compassion. But he hates gays, lesbians and Muslims. And he’s not too crazy about Buddhists, Hindus and the rest. Jews? He can put up with them if he has to.



    The Rev. Fred Phelps of the Westboro Baptist Church in Topeka claims to speak for Jesus and goes around the country talking about how “    AIDS cures fags.” Pat Robertson says it would be a good idea if the United States killed the president of Venezuela. It would be a lot cheaper than starting another war.



    All week I went over that stuff in my head and decided not to mention any of it to the family.



    It would make America look ridiculous.



    Rob Borsellino is a columnist for The Des Moines Register and author of So I’m talkin’ to this guy …


     



    I’m off today but have to be at work tomorrow at 4 AM.


    Go me.


    Bleh.




















February 8, 2006














  • The spring Triffids have not come in yet at the garden center, but I’ll let you know when they do. Bwahahah.



    Guess I should update?  Haha  Though this will be a quickie since I need to shower for work in a few minutes.   Staying up to dawn and sleeping 8-12-14 hours a day during my off period recently still has me sort of out of whack.  And closing tonight at 10 PM and having to be back in at 5:30 AM probably won’t help much.  Haha


    We didn’t have January this year in Indiana but February is making up for it.  More cold temps and snow and stuff.


    Cousins still working on my house in Atlanta.


    Have been buying a few more books: English lit classics, WW2 Stuff, anime.


    My tree is still up.  Never did get it decorated this year.  Hahah


    Oh well–time’s up. 


    I promise not to take so long next time and to write more.


     





     












January 29, 2006










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    Hadn’t walked at the Prophetstown Park lately but had a nice hike the other day. They’d expanded the park since I’d last been there–new areas were nice too.  Will walk them the next time I’m over. 


    I’ve hibernated and watched movies most of this extensive off period.  Finally ordered a real cell phone which should get here later next week.  Have done some writing.  My real problem with “writing”all along has been the same.  Writing is easy–the actually succeeding part has always scared me.  My friend Linda in Atlanta has moved up from talent scout to a “show producer.”  Got a voice mail from her so haven’t got all the details yet.  And her screenplay has been forwarded to Perry Tyler.  I’m not familiar with him but seems in a six year period he has gone from homeless on the streets of Atlanta to a multimillion dollar producer, director, writer and actor.  (Extensive website)  Life may be interesting when I move back there.




     





     


    Nazi plane that was supposed to drop radioactive dirty bomb on NYC in 44.  Scary thing is the Nazis made a number of high tech breakthroughs near the end of the war–but by that point Germany was too far gone to mass produce anything much to tip the balance–thankfully.  



     


     





     


     


    The New World is another great movie I’ve seen recently. Naturalistic telling of the John Smith and Pocahantas story.  Another tale of doomed love–kept thinking back on Brokeback Mtn.  Would make a curious double bill. (small haha)   Young actress who played Pocahantas should get an award.  She was captivating in all of Pocahantas’ transitions from native free spirit to living as one of  the settlers, to finally a styish audience with King James and the Queen. Reviews I’ve read complained it was slow–but I thought it proceeded in a thoughtful manner.  Music was great too, and the movie captured the feeling of the new world being new–to the Europeans–and their being new to the “Naturals”


     



     





     


     


    Three more off days.  So spoiled.  I’ll never get to sleep this much again.  Haha  Maybe.








January 26, 2006
















  • Ok–killing time.  Hahah












    You Belong in 1973

    1973

    If you scored…


    1950 – 1959: You’re fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in!


    1960 – 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule – oh, and drugs too.


    1970 – 1979: Bold and brash, you take life by the horns. Whether you’re partying or protesting, you give it your all!


    1980 – 1989: Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You’re colorful at night – and successful during the day.


    1990 – 1999: With you anything goes! You’re grunge one day, ghetto fabulous the next. It’s all good!





    *Shakes head and rolls eyes*  Bleh.   The questions were weak and I didn’t like or agree with hardly any of the answers offered.


    Bleh.










    You have a 73% chance of getting laid



    You have a high chance of getting laid this weekend. You know what to say to hotties to get them in the sack, and you are able to hedge your bets at the bar. If you don’t get laid this weekend you’ll probably get a few numbers so that you will be able to next weekend. 

    Take this quiz at QuizUniverse.com



    Why’d 73 come up twice?  The space aliens doing that number thing with me again.  Actually they do it to me dozens of times each day–I just take it for granted now. 








    Aries




    You are so full of energy, you constantly attract hotties, and you are always the dominant one in the sack. It is very easy for you approach people because you have so much confidence and you are very forward about your feelings.

    You are very likely to have lots of sexual partners, (sometimes all at once), and be the most sexually experienced of any of your friends.

    Sex matches: Gemini, Leo, Sagittarius
    Take this quiz at QuizUniverse.com



    It’s true!    Haha
















    Your favorite thing to say in the bedroom is:
    You want to do what?
    Take this quiz at QuizUniverse.com



    LOLOLOLOLOL










    wil’s most memorable sexcapade:

    QuizUniverse.com

    You found a seven pronged medieval whip and used it on your friends

    Take this quiz at QuizUniverse.com



    Hmmmmmmmmm.


    Actually I had whip of sorts once I bought at a Halloween store in Atlanta but Jennifer borrowed it at a party and never gave it back.  She seemed a little too practiced with it.  Hmmmm.




       



    You have a sexual IQ of 157



    When it comes to sex, you are a super genius. You have had a lot of experience, and sex interests you so you know a lot about it. You pride yourself on being a source of information and guidance to all of your friends.

    Take this quiz at QuizUniverse.com

     

     

    Haha

     

     






    wil is most likely to get laid in Botswana, in a garage.

    QuizUniverse.com

    Take this quiz at QuizUniverse.com

    Eww.


     


     









    Imaginative, erotic, passionate

    You prefer to have one partner and to try everything with them. You have an enormous sexual appetite, and you often create sexy scenarios to play out with your significant other.









    Take this quiz at QuizUniverse.com



     

     

     

    Yawn.

     

     






    You are most turned on by Peach



    She was the obvious hottie in Nintendo world, causing Mario and Luigi to constantly risk their lives to save her. She is everything you could ever want in a two dimensional character, pretty, a princess, and totally helpless.

    Take this quiz at QuizUniverse.com

     


     

    Peach cobbler with ice cream?


     

     

     





    You should make love during a volcano eruption



    (Hopefully not too close though). The phallic imagery here needs no further explanation, and the heat generated will turn your ordinary sex into super hot sweaty sex. Damn.

    Take this quiz at QuizUniverse.com



    *coughes* LOL


     




     





    Your primary vice is sex



    You are able to escape reality, and all your problems through sex. You are incredibly passionate and a great lover and you have very little stress in your life because of your active vice.

    Take this quiz at QuizUniverse.com

     


    Pattern?  What pattern?  There is no pattern to any of this?  Hahah








    You are 89% easy



    You are very easy. You will sleep with whoever, whenever. To you sex is ultimately about pleasure and nothing else. You are the type of person to be wild, hot, and extremely passionate in the sack.

    Take this quiz at QuizUniverse.com


     


    Absolutely no pattern at all to any of this.  


     


     






    You are a forgetful hook-up



    You often forget the names of people you have slept with (maybe because you’ve done it so many times?) You always want to experiment with new things in the bedroom, and partner seems to matter less to you than having a good time.

    Take this quiz at QuizUniverse.com





    Huh?    Hmmmm.  Nevermind.  *innocent look*


    I wish I was a fraction of the ho all these testie things make me look like.  Ha


    Believe it or not I actually toned all this down a little.   A little. Haha


     



     
















January 21, 2006











  • SpringNorthern Hemisphere


     




    Well I not infrequently comment on 7 day work stretches–so now I suppose for equal time I should whine about a 12 day vacation stretch.


    Bwahaha.


    Well unused vacation has to be used before the end of this month and last year unfortunately I never really went anywhere–especially as I kept thinking I was going to move in two months, which even now is still my best estimate.  Oh well.  Que sera que it happens when it happens.  Plus also 2 off days for this current year which might as well use now since knowing me I probably wouldn’t later.   Just knowing I have all this time makes me feel calm, happy and relaxed.


    Saw Casanova last night.  It was an entertaining movie.  Pretty visuals and humorous and suffuciently complicated story line in the manner of farces of the period.  Heath Ledger was wry and coy as Giacamo (sp) Casanova, as of course befits such a personage.  I might have to find Casanova’s Memoirs and read them sometime, though this story was one of those “true story” tales, but well done.  I bought the soundtrack last night too.  The theme:  The Legend of Casanova” is sprightly and upbeat.   Getting in touch with my past lives.   Hahah  Now I just need a white wig and beauty marks.  Hahah


    Between the beautiful soundtrack, story line complexities and colorful settings and visuals–I kept thinking back upon Shakespeare in Love.  Numerous similarities–all good.







     


     


    Ok…..you tell me.  That was the only pic on that page I stumbled across I could put on here.  I’ve always wondered how people fetishsize what they do–and the other night I bumbled onto this page of dudes and uh…balloons?   Had a link to a website but unfortunately I was in one of my wtf/I don’t understand/ bleh moods  and didn’t explore.  In retrospect I’m sure it would have been hilarious.  If I find it I’ll link on here–as a public service of course.   Hahah  


    Oh wait–the pic has the website listed I see.  Hahah   BRB.  Bwahaha.


    I’m back. OMG.   Someone tell me this is a joke.   I’m not awake for this.  *runs for another pot of coffee*














    Quick!!!  A diversion!  Go here!!  This is one of the funniest sites around.  Hurry!


     


    What else?  Matt and I will see Underworld:Evolution tonight.  Brokeback Mountain actually made it here, so catch that later this week, along with something called End of the Spear I think–cannibals, violence and nasty “true life” stuff.   Good times!  Yeah I’m still on a movie kick.  But a few years ago I didn’t see any hardly for about 2 years because I didn’t feel like it.  Well stuff on the big screen is fun though as I’ve said–drinks and popcorn are a racket from the snack mafia.
















January 16, 2006












  • The past 7 day work stretch has been sort of up and down.  Most of last week I was rather down and gloomy.  Friday and Saturday I was feeling cosmically amused for lack of better phrasing.  Guess I’m back to downish though trying to get it up again.  Haha









    Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah


    Haha


     






     



    I borrowed Josh’s buried treasure map a while back.  Lets see if he notices.


    Bwahahahahahahahahahahha.






     


     


    A while back I was in one of my moods–so I began plugging in numbers for my birthday and those of a few others at an astrological site–and haha–one combo yielded some real choice statements, among others:   

     Your sexual intimacy tends to be quite deep, intense and probing. You love to go as far as you can with one another, pushing the limits to find out if there even are limits to human experience and sensuality. Your romantic and sexual connection may become obsessive; if you encounter any blocks in your intimacy, you’re likely to keep working at them until they’re resolved — or until one or both of you is destroyed by the intensity! Sexual intensity is extremely attractive and erotic, but it also drains your energy like almost nothing else can.


     


    Hahahahahahahah.  Yeah that one the whole reading was like that–but you get the drip–I mean drift–hahahah.



     



     


     


     


    Oinkers!


    Hahaha








     

January 7, 2006













  • Well anyway with Joe back in the dept it’s back to normal with  old…and new…fun and games. Haha  I told him he’d been away too long and I needed to get him back the way he was before he transferred to the other end of the building.  Haha  And people from managers on down have been exclaiming all week– “Oh no!  They’re back together again!”


    Bwahahahahahah.


    Haha.   Saw Hostel last night.  It had it’s moments.  I would say maybe loosely based on the old short story The Most Dangerous Game, but maybe I just remember too much trivia and after a while everything starts reminding me of something else.   Like the movie Fun with Dick and Jane was originally made in the 70′s, and I’ve only seen that mentioned once.  The Soviets and Chinese used to highlight the first one in their socialist film festivals to show things were so bad in the USA Americans had to resort to crime to live and thank Marx aren’t you safe and well taken care of here in the Worker’s Paradise?


    I know friends in other parts of the country have been seeing Brokeback Mtn.  It’ll probably get here at some point when Grandma’s Boy has played itself out.  “Diversity” is a tremendous buzz word here and has been for the last 5 and half years I’ve been here, but to me seems to be aimed more at the academic international community and little else.


    Proably go get a real hair cut instead of doing it myself and see Bloodrayne in a few.  Get my vamp fix.  hahah  Yeah I’ve been in a theater kick lately despite the prices.  There is something about the big screen.  The prices for Coke and popcorn are just wrong, even though I gave in once recently.


    January is usually a mfing cold and snowy month here, but I won’t argue with the warmishness.  Hey it’s 40!   Hahah.  Though the usual snow forecasts later in next week. 


    Bill and Andrea still working on the house in Atlanta.  I need to transfer some money to them to continue with it all.  It’ll be nice someday, but I don’t know if I’ll have much else left by the time it’s done.  Oh well–deal with that when I get to it.


    Guess I better get moving and etc.














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