All hallow's eve

We convinced D to go watch a scary movie at M & W's house tonight. They're some great people who are quite fun. We enjoy them immensely. So I mad pumpkin spice dip, and we went over there tonight. Watched Halloween with Jamie Lee Curtis who was 19 at the time. She looked good then and still does.

Friday I discovered my wife is losing weight and I lost five pounds too. Saturday I ran about a mile with two friends in the Urban Challenge because I knew where their final clue was and they did not. It wasn't too bad. This new medicine helps me be more active and well. Very cool.

So tomorrow is Day One of National Write a Novel Month. What will I write? I have been thinking about it a lot, and I think that whatever begins to poor from my fingertips tomorrow will be the novel of choice. I don't plan on knowing what it is until I begin it. I am off this weekend to a national conference in Salt Lake City. I sure hope it's cooler there than here.

Here it goes

On Monday I am ready to jump into this who Writing a Novel in a Month gig. I have always meant to do this, but I never have. I really got into writing in high school, after writing for a bit in 5th grade. So I found the above website earlier this month, and I figured I would force myself to do this. Who knows if it will work or not. Damn. I have this blog I keep up all of the time, and I have a letter I am suppose to be writing my unborn child. I also teach full time and take classes. Who knows if I will be successful.

My novel will be about two souls born to Earth who search for one another. There are some twists and turns, and I think I am in way over my head but who knows. I always think it's easier to write what you know, and I don't know this topic at all. I wonder if this will work. Ok so here I go. 1,667 words a day average for 30 days. The goal is 50,000 words.

Go here if you dare.

Meds

Today I go back to the hospital for my bimonthly medication. They never did figure out what was wrong with my back though. It isn't hurting all the time, and I will go see my specialist soon enough. I don't know what I think about turning 30. It's weird. I found it odd when my best friend turned 25 but even my wife is older than that now. A 1/4 of a century. I feel old and young all together. If you ever want to read some good easy YA Vampire literature, pick up anything by Amelica Atwater-Rhodes. She began writing at 13. Very cool stuff.

So A wants me to write a book. I have ideas that I'd like to flesh out with someone sometime. Who knows? I also apologize to my unborn child to which I am writing a letter I have not worked on for sometime. Sorry, kid. I will get back to it.

The wife wants me to organize my 2004 photos and put them in an album, but when I go to do it she can't find the damn pictures! Tomorrow is Urban Challenge. Woohoo! I get to be the team tech guru in a Starbucks nearby. Good luck to all of us.

The wife wants to take me away for my bday and flying somewhere won't work, but I'd like to go to a canyon north of here and stay in a cabin. I'd hope to take the dog with us, but we probably can't ... maybe I will ask E to stop by and feed him, but she can be so damn irresponsible sometimes! I gotta make those reservations ASAP or I will be sitting on my butt for those three days.

C'est la Mort

Aunt M died this week. Her daughter, M, predicted it down to the minute. My dead grandmother always said anything M said will come true. She has told us we will have a baby boy on April 24th. So let's see. Of course D won't be happy to go two days over her due date :) Anyway M is bittersweet about the whole thing since her mom was diabetic and not doing well. She just had her second leg amputated recently, and M had purchased her some fancy electric chair on Ebay that she had to drive to Philly to pick up. But now she'll sell the damn thing on Ebay. Go figure.

Grandpap has degenerative heart failure. Yuck. He was drowning by the fluid in his lungs recently, but they pumped most of it out. Finally he has come home, but that sure is scary. I am a bit more relaxed and less histrionic about death of older non-immediate family. I know he's been through a lot, and I am glad I get to visit two or three times a year, and I know he will die. It's inevitable. C'est la mort!

Boo hoo

My wife hates scary movies. I sing "Mary Had A Little Lamb" loudly when a preview of Saw or The Grudge comes on tv so she doesn't need to hear the commercial and close her eyes. Our friends invited us to a movie party on Halloween to watch a scary movie and do a potluck. I'd love to go, but probably can't since she wouldn't want to stay home alone handing out candy. Ugh. Who knows what she will decide.

richkins

Have you ever noticed when people play rich? D woke me early today to buy groceries and get simply potatoes. Our local grocery store, Safeway, was recently remodeled, and the place looks rich. It's got that southwest harvest nouveau rich feel to it, which makes me not feel too bad for spending $104 today.

Did you know my best friend's mother is one of the only people who read this dreaded thing? Her husband said "I will tell A______ your good news!," and I said, "she probably already knows!" Ha! So if you are out there, hi. Oooohhh I feel like a ten peckered owl here. Where's Samantha Mathis when I need her? Thanks for reading, A. You're welcome anytime.

D & *A said I should write a child's book about a boy and a turtle. Not really what I am in the mood to do. But I could. I know what I would say and how I would say it, and what I would want to accomplish in the book and where they would go, what they would, and it'd even have a moral. Yum.

chile burgers & melty mints

Went to dinner tonight to J&T and Uncle Jim. Nice to see him, and we ate at the Roaring Fork, which was excellent. Too bad D&M weren't here with us, but you know those crazy travelers. Chile burgers, and then J told us to make sure to grab some mints on the way out. They are the white melty kind like at Damon's. D got some funky fatty ribs, and then we came home and played Stress. That was fun, but now it's beddy bye time.

Did I mention Grandpap might not make it much longer? He has degenerative heart failure (DHF) now, and at 5:40AM he was rushed to the McKeesport Hospital with one lung filled with fluid. He was literally drowning, which is not fun. Uncle rushed down from Conneaut Lake, and Dad went to the hospital. He's doing better than he was this morning, but he is in ICU and has a 50% chance of making it or not making it.

A wanted to know if my pee would glow since I was pumped full of Iodine today. Who knows.

Novel Writing

Should I write a novel in November? I could be half way down when I turn 30. Check it out here. I don't know if I have time to committ to this. What would I write? I have about four different novel ideas in my head. Maybe even five. It's after my bedtime. I will think about it.

Barium

When I was younger and sick I had various tests done, some less pleasant than others. These back pains are a pain. So this CT Scan is tomorrow, and I have to drink Barium. Yum. I friggin have to work until noon tomorrow, and I am also on Nexium which doesn't work well for me (and I quit today after one dose.) This brings back memories. Memories I don't need to remember.

Flu Vaccine

So why are there not enough flu shots for me, my wife, and other people who are defined as "Elderly" or "at risk". Well, I am at risk because of my illness and my wife is because she's three months pregnant. SO why the hell do all of the senators and congressmen in Washington D. C. get flu shots? Are they at-risk? No. Some of them would be if other people would stand up, speak out, and get them out of office. So glad that this country is so screwed up.

They keep us in fear so we stay docile, continue to consume, and maintain ourselves as good little automaton Orwellian robot citizens. I hope to God that someday people in American stand up and really stop lying down and letting their freedom be stripped away by the Homeland Security Act. Other countries see the idiocrisy of George W. Bush so why don't we? They hate him in Europe. He's an idiot, although I think Michael Moore could've done a better job in Fahrenheit 9/11. If it was more like Bowling for Columbine people wouldn't think he's standing on his soapbox so much. At least Bill O'Reilly got slammed. Ha.

One thing or another

Sometimes you want something and request it in a certain way, someone agrees with you, then gives it to you but it's not really what you wanted. You get screwed out of it even though you thought it would be better. So I would suggest y'all not ask for much. Take what you can get and never look a gift horse in the mouth (does anyone really know what that means?) Yes, I think I do. Anyway, back to me me me since this is about me and the world. I dream about my unborn child, and almost always that baby is a boy. Actually last night I thought I dreamt it was a girl, but it wasn't. Turns out I was dreaming about a new puppy that was black, and little, and was missing hair on its one side. Speaking of hair my baby should have some by now. I think I had hair when I was born, and I don't know about my wife. My sister was bald. You could hold her upside down and she'd look the same naked. Another work day today, but I am so tired. We've been in bed by 9:00pm this week! It's crazy. I cannot require eight hours a night. When the baby arrives, I won't get that much sleep I know! Another day another dollar. Have fun.

Cholelithiasis -- eCureMe.com

Check out this site: Cholelithiasis. My back is killing me. We don't know if it my illness or what, but this sucks. I come home and pump myself full of Codeine, hug my wife a lot, and smile smile smile. So me mum thinks it could be my gall bladder, which she and M had out earlier in life. Who knows. I have an appt with me pcp's PA tomorrow. I will let you know.

Have you see this show called LOST? I really enjoy it, and it's so suspenseful. Watching it now. Very cool show. Let me know if you've seen it. As for movies... I saw Stephen King's Ride the Bullet today. It was ok. I should've figured it wouldn't be awesome since David Arquette is in it. How could Cox marry him? And come to think of it, has she been in anything lately? How do celebrities who don't film stuff make money? Just doing milk ads? Yes, I am on codeine now. Woohoo. Some of us are catching The Grudge after work Friday. That should be cool.

Did I meantion I love my job? Love it. The people are so great. KM is the coolest boss ever.

Ooh ooh I'll do it!

I am annoyed by how much I am volunteered to do. At work my department has been volunteered to do this that and everything else. It's beginning to get on our nerves. I do not agree that my precious teaching time should be spent doing anything else. Today we said something about this, and we will see if this gets us anywhere. Who knows. We want student success but how can we receive this when we do not teach the kids.

Coffee & Cigarettes

Back to work today and all is well. Nothing really new but it was nice to have a work day. I have this class I am taking and feel bad because we have a wireless connection at school. Sometimes I have my email open and some work while I listen to the lecture in the background. This woman next to me recently started bringing her computer to school too. She clicketly clacks away on her little iBook, and as I said elsewhere people have complained. Tonight the teacher walked by and saw the IKEA web site open on her computer. I do not want him to think I don't listen. And I got a 17/20 on my first paper. Ugh. Vak-Kay was nice, but now it's back to the grindstone. Karen wants me to finish my dissertation before she turns 50, so I said how old are you? She said 49. I am conflicted. Part of me loves living here and part of me doesn't. This life is not forever, and I need to balance between knowing life is short and knowing no decision is forever. In my mind these things can work together. So J&T got a house south of here near my work. Good for them, but damn that was fast. Probably seeing them this weekend. I hope.

Christina's World

Today we went to the Brandywine River Museum in Chadds Ford where much of Andrew Wyeth's paintings have been shown over the years. I didn't realize he is a local and still paints nearby. We even saw a 2004 painting of his called Alone. Victoria Wyeth, his grand daughter, a vibrant well spoken young woman gave us a tour of the 2nd floor where his work was shown. She identified various anecdotes about many of the paintings and even spoke about herself as a model of his. More later on this extraordinary painter.

Yellow Ribbons

Is it just me or do I not feel to patriotic these last three years? What's up with these damn yellow and red, white & blue ribbons on all the cars? I saw them at home and also here. Yuck. It all just ticks me off. It's like the USA flags people bought after 9/11. Bush just wants you to consume and buy buy buy. Instill fear into us so we consume and spend. This is one band wagon I will not jump on.

Been off line for a few days and had 300 emails. D&M's trip is going well. Somewhere making lemonade in Kenya or something along those lines. Spent the day in a store doing something fun that I will tell you after I tell everyone else.

Saw the leaves changing this weekend. Took a long drive and tried to stay awake. Saw our cousin who gave us a bottle of wine her boyfriend made called "Panty Dropper"... it's like 20% alcohol and will be opened at the end of April, 2005. Saw Uncle M and Aunt S, too. Good times. Grammy and Grandpap are doing well, but as I said, no one is a spring chicken. Damn I need to go do laundry for my drive across the state.

Squirrel time

Went to find Thai on East Carson at Thai Me Up, but they were packed. So we drove to Squirrel Hill through Schenley Park. We were overjoyed to see the squirrels running through the park until I mentioned to my wife that we were in "Squirrel Hill"! Jaime drove his new Jeep with Bob blaring in our ears, as we parked on Forbes my wife pointed out the Pussy Cat Shop that sold lingerie and the asian restaurant Bangkok Balcony. Ha! I took a picture that may be posted later here. I also got a picture of J&L. Two of them actually. Going to Oakland Cafe tonight to see the menstrual painter.

Airplanes & sleep

I made a playlist before flying last night and popped it on when the plane took off. There were 49 songs and my flight was 3:30 hours. The music lasted for 3:30:29. Of course I could sleep fine through Black Sabbath, but woke plenty during Petra. Go figure.

Che

In 1967 Che Guevara, guerilla Marxist revolutionary, was captured and killed in Bolivia. Rage Against the Machine wrote a song about him and appropriated his image, which I have hanging in my room. I agree with much of what Che stood for, but he has been lambasted and bastardized in much of the free world today. He fought for the common people and denounced his upper class upbringing, but he was murdered for what he believed and laid out for the enemy to defile his body. A movie called Motorcycle Diaries will come out soon about his adolescence when he rode across the country with a friend on a motorcycle. This one's for Che.

In the mortal words of John Denver, I'm leaving on a jet plane. Goodbye.

Literacy

Today I finished my week long teaching program I dreaded and it wasn't that bad. I should slap myself for saying that but the last day was actually fun. Not to mention all of the free stuff they gave me. I have enough post-its to use until Jesus is bald. Moreover, I enjoyed the people albeit I didn't open up until maybe Thursday afternoon. I felt bad because I think they felt like they had to amuse me, like dogs jumping through fiery circus hoops. But there fur wasn't singed and things went well. I get paid in a few weeks, learned some things, and had a painless experience. Go figure.

2004

I was doing the random blog thing this afternoon and found this list on Jennifer's blog.

You Know You're Living In 2004 When...
1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave.
2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.
3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of 3.
4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.
5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses.
6. You go home after a long day at work you still answer the phone in a business manner.
7. You make phone calls from home, you accidentally dial"9" to get an outside line.
8. You've sat at the same desk for four years and worked for three different companies.
9. You learn about your redundancy on the 11 o'clock news.
10. Your boss doesn't have the ability to do your job.
11. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home.
12. Every commercial on television has a website at the bottom of the screen.
13. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it.
14. You get up in the morning and go online before getting your breakfast.
15. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. :)

stories

I like to tell stories, and this drives my wife crazy. I like to tell stories, and this drives R&L crazy. I like to tell stories, and this drives M crazy. I've resorted to initials so people don't know about whom I speak here, but I will tell you this. I like to tell stories.

This is a place where I can tell stories. A place where my wife doesn't need to tune me out and make me mad because she's tuning me out. This is where I can tell stories.

"I want to vaccuum"

It's my life. So we're cleaning so we can go away later this week and a friend will watch the house, etc... Anyway so we're vaccuuming, or actually the wife is and the vaccuum is not sucking. So we play with the vaccuum for awhile and she keeps saying we should take off the bottom. I keep saying that the belt is fine, newish and working. Now keep in mind that she does the vaccuuming (from other posts I bet you know what my job is!)... so she's sitting on the floor in the living room (imagine white rugs and black dog) vaccuuming with the hose, which seems to work fine. I finally finish cloroxing the stove to come in and help. She finally convinces me to dig a phillips head screwdriver out of the garage to remove the bottom plate. Once we get it off she shoves a finger up the hose and begins pulling out clumps of stuff, including plastic, and a poker chip! A white plastic poker chip clogging the hose from the base into the bagless filter area. We have a bit of a chuckle and I remind her that she's our designate vaccuumer. So I throw out the rubbish and she sets off again brilliantly. Then boom, snap no belt. Now I was the one who bought a new belt mere year ago and now here we're searching for a new belt 72 hours before our trip with a floor out of a bad McCartney/Wonder hit from the 80s. You know the one I mean. So she finds the extra belt I bought and we unscrew the bottom and the belt pops off intact! I reset the belt, screw it back together and empty the hair from the bag. And off she goes!

Pittsburgh A to Z

I was watching a television show called Pittsburgh A to Z, and so I decided to make my own list. This is not complete and there are a few I could not think of. Check it out and let me know if I should add any!

A- Appalachian Mountains, Andy Warhol
B- Beehive, Bead Mine
C- Curry Hollow Road, Conneaut Lake, Carnegie Science Center
D- Duquesne University, Dorido’s
E- East Carson Street, Elizabeth
F-Forbes Avenue, Fish Sandwiches
G- Grant Street
B- Hill District, Hillman Library
I- Idlewild Park, Interstate 79, Incline
J- Jaime
K- Kennywood
L- Laser Show, Laser Loop, Log Jammer
M-Mt Washington, Market Square, Mt Lebanon
N- North Side, Nick’s Fat City
O-The O, Old King’s Theatre, Oakland
P-Primanti’s, Pymatuming, Pierogies
Q- QED
R- Rankin Bridge, Route 51, Mr. Rogers
S-The Strip District, Squirrel Hill, Shady Side
T- The “T”, South Side
U- Upper St Clair
V-
W- Wilmerding, Wonderboys, Wallace Drive, Walnut Street
X-
Y- Yesterday’s News, Yeungling
Z- Zelienople

brothers and friends and bionic women

Somewhere is a special place for my brother and I cannot really explain it, but even though I do not see him very often I know he's there. He's slowly getting his life in order and will hopefully finish his degree sooner or later. This weekend I will see him, and he wants me to spend time with him and an old friend called Kelly. We've not see her in years, since she moved to Oakland, CA with her boyfriend who works at Barnes & Nobles or something like that. She once painted a fellow friend's apartment wall menstrual red. Yick. And then moved out on Superbowl Sunday. Crazy, kid she was. So Kelly is back for some reason for a short period and perhaps we will see her. Who knows.

Mum hasn't smoked since Saturday. I lift my glass to her. She says now things are beginning to stink since before when you smoke you cannot smell stuff like smoke and piss, but not when you do not smoke your olfactory senses are picking up these odors. Like wow, didn't she know? We did. I cannot wait to see her and her not smoking. Many people gain weight when they quit, and I hope she doesn't. She cannot afford to do so. Her hip is so damn bad she might need a new one. Go Bionic Woman. Love you.

BbQ

Barbecue is good. We took A there tonight & enjoyed it. Actually we sat there and talked for three hours about various things that perhaps will be revealed more so at a later date. That damn picture of Potter County took forever to find. I finally even emailed some people I found on the Internet who live there to send me a photo or two via email. I love that place. My favorite part would be sleeeping in the front of Bill's pickup sandwiched between him and Dad on the way back to Indiana down the Susquehanna Highway the long way hoping we did not hit a deer in the fog. I would lull between sleep and semi-awake. My neck craned sideways, stiff and bobbing as we drove.

Grandpap

Grandpap is 88 and fainted this morning. He's not a spring chicken and has had two heart surgeries in the last twenty years. The first time was when they lived in Florida and Dad went down there for a week in the 80s when he had his first go around. He has been quite cognizant and lucid over the last decade or more. He reads books, watches DVDs, rides on his stationary bicycle. All seems good, and then something like this happens. He will be ok they say; they just want to keep him overnight. No fun at all. I remember in 1986 that I got sick the weekend of his birthday. We were in Potter County, and I got a fever. This was the first time I felt sick with what was to become a diagnosis of Crohn's Disease, but I will say that now that I am on super duper medicine called Remicade and I feel great! Woohoo.

Here is a super duper small picture of Potter County where I've not been for years. We use to archery hunt there. Loved it! I want to go back.

Talked to them

J&T are getting a house near mine. Of course it's far for J to get to work, but T could get a job near me maybe even at my site. Wouldn't that be cool? Tonight was fine in class. Got my work done last night, and I hope it's good. Damnit I could've done better. Found my friend's blog online and read it tonight. It's cool. Looks like she made it for her fam and ppl. Don't know if I will tell her about mine because I don't know who I am telling. If you are here and know about it then consider yourself cooler than other people. After that fiasco Friday I want to make sure I guard who knows. I am tired and will go to bed soon. I really have become a morning person, and my eyes get heavy after 9 pm but at 6, 7, 8 AM I am wide awake. Yawn.

Go Figure...

I spent years sitting in the Beehive each evening. This is a coffeehouse in Southside on East Carson. You should check it out if you've never been there. The manager in the early 90s would sleep on the black couch in the back. I think I learned everything I ever learned during my Masters sitting at a table drinking tea or coffee. I met girls there and reconnected with my wife there one May. I've spent warm summers there and chilly winters in suits, jeans, shorts, and everything else. This was my world for years. I played spades in the back, fell in love with Rent: The Musical here when Point Park College drama used the setting for a scene. Go figure.

Sunday again

Sunday night I bowled against a former student. Jeez she didn't look that much older, but she smoked and remembered me a little. At least she didn't buy a beer, so I am still ok there. Almost a decade older and the wife wants to take me away somewhere unknown to me. I wonder how that will work out. I've taken here plenty places for her birthday but not anymore. She's sick of spending her birthday in a cold climate and that's where I have taken care. My birthday is a milder time of the year so we'll see what we get to do. I spent too much time online today and forgot to do something vital for tomorrow. Damnit. Going to bed soon.

Hate

Things I hate:
Poop
Cutting grass
scratched glass
broken lawnmowers
desert heat
people in my business
fear
cleaning

It's Sunday, and I am a procrastinator. Watched a football game and a Scrabble Tournament on the television. Should probably get a haircut (or two) at some point, and I need to finish my participant observation ASAP. It's due tomorrow, and I have to prepare for my Soar to Success class. Fifth graders. What fun.

Bloomberg.com: Top Worldwide

See I was right. Kerry (Bloomberg.com: Top Worldwide) has pulled ahead. Good for him, even if he is funny looking.

Now for my three cents...

I have been surfing blogs and return to some of my favorites from time to time, like caffeineandanxiety. I find most people have something to say about the presidential elections, and I do not find myself well versed here. I voted for Bush and don't make that known much, didn't realize much about politics until recent years. I learned a lot growing up in Arizona. I know I hate Bush now, but sometimes don't know why. I know the propaganda of American media suades my vote, albeit I strongly agree "anyone but Bush." I'd like to be some rich successful person someday but I can be happy doing what I am now doing for thirty years. I bet I could. So I don't want Bush, but I also have conflicting views on various topics like being for Capital Punishment but also Pro-Life. Who knows? I will vote for Kerry and will vote for Prop 400 so we can finish the damn freeways.

I like Ethan Hawke, but I bet he's about as good an actor as Kirsten Dunst and only levels above Keanu Reeves. He and Julie Delpy are not walking the rivers in Vienna, kissing, and watching some homeless man write them a poem. I'd like to see Before Sunset sometime, but I don't think it's at the theatre anymore.

One week until I leave. Another week of hot, stench-filled hell. Then one of cool, green air. With family. It's so important and my sister wants to run home, but she will learn that home is a safe place frozen in time where people will always care for me as much as they care for her. I don't think people read this. I dare you to reply to me. One person did, Crystal. Someone I don't even know but I posted to her blog when I found her by running searches on different interests. My mum posted, but she always does those things. We talk more often than not and some day when we cannot talk anymore it will affect me more than I now know.

They're making a Da Vinci Code movie with Russel Crowe. Why him? I lik ethe premise of the book and agree it could be true, I think it'll be exacting if it were true. In due time we will know all that we don't know now. This isn't my real name even on here... I changed it. I changed it to a name I like -one I would never be permitted to name a son. So here it is here. Now. My name here. lalala.

I have been religious throughout my life and I have seen miracles. There was one in Canada once, and another in State College. That was in March 1996. The day I went to New York City, but then two years later round about the same time another miracle contradicted that first. I am happy now that occured. Do you ever wonder what has happened to your exes? Do you ever wish you could rub your success in their faces? What if you're the butt of the jokes because you aren't successful? Ha. Not me. What else? Hawke and Delpy are playing pool.

To quote Roger Waters, is there anybody out there?

Listening to: Garden State Soundtrack
Reading: Finishing Into the Wild, gonna read Huck Finn
Doing: Right now watching Before Sunrise with Delpy & Hawke

5th grade

I remember fifth grade vaguely. I learned what a double negative is, wrote a nice poem that won an award about the Statue of Liberty, and learned that I like to be in control of situations or on my own. I also wrote my first short story about having super powers, which I always thought would be cool. Not like Spiderman super powers where he cannot get the girl (but who'd want to, unless she got a teeth job.) I read it to my grandmother over the phone who tried to teach me to show and not tell and to use action rather than passive voice -two things I only learned years later. So today I am beginning a journey teaching literacy to fifth graders, and I barely remember what that was like. This is crazy, wild. O' great spirit, why am I here? It's only 5.5 more days. Just one week, then I can go back to my safety of where things make sense and desks fit me.

Student Teaching take 2

No I really don't have a student teaching. Wishful thinking. They were referring to some kid who was an intern for me for a whole hour. Yuck.

Postings

I read blogs. I find this fun and meet people... today someone told me I had stuff online that was inappropriate that could be accessed by people who should not see it. Fortunately no one of import was privy to this; therefore, I made everything disappear momentarily until I can reassess the situation, albeit I am petulant that it came to that. Mind your own business.