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But that is NOT a dare!

Nothing to be curious about. I don't know what what wrong with me yesterday really. I just felt a lot of bottled up tension for no good reason.

But what? The less I know a person, the nicer I try to be. Isn't everyone that way?

Okay, so...be ruthless.

You're fading fast aren't you?

Go get some sleep!

I'm about to draw the red curtains...

Okay, my last comment was beyond stupid.

And RE fading fast, I just sense it. It isn't any one comment.

HUh? I didn't notice you misunderstand anything. Look now we're misunderstanding our misunderstandings.

And I have measured out my life with coffee spoons!

Good night, poet laureate.

Huh?

What was the power of suggestion?

He's not going to help you now...

Oh, okay. But seriously. Go to bed. Ciao. :-) No really! Ciao!

What has gotten into me? I"m too tired to think of a good answer for that. Night.

Yes Pigalle is a welcoming and cozy place now. Many of the pickpockets are gone, but the sleaze remains.

The buttcrack of dawn: when my daughter stands up in her crib and yells "The suns is up! The suns is up!"

Hi newsfreak!

I thought Prufrock might inspire you in the house hunting process.

Light particles. I've got an answer for that one.

Sorry your house hunting has hit snags.

Have a good day. I'm off to make breakfast and stuff.

Yes, now that we're calling it Pigalle, this place makes a nice little thread. I'm thinking Prick is the new Huh.

I'll be around this afternoon/evening, but tomorrow we're taking off on our trip (a day delayed) and will be gone all weekend. I'm past due to bust outta this joint (my house, I mean) and go see some actual civilization. If San Diego can be called that. Need to go feel the wind in my hair, the bugs hitting the windshield, the toddler kicking my seat... It'll be like that trip through the desert in Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas, only without the drugs.

Still, the void is mocking me, and I must go fill it with some words. Later my peeps.

"As it is, the worst stains are in the master bedroom (I don’t even want to THINK about how they got there) and I have them covered up."

Hmmmm.... An unfortunate goat play incident? A can opener malfunction gone very very wrong? Strange animal sacrifice rituals? Oh, wait, you said you DON'T want to think about it. Sorry.

Oh, the echo in here. More curtains, more curtains!

"I am not much of a Heliose"

It took me a long while to figure out this was a typo, and I just sat puzzling over it. Heliose. Heliose. It sounds space age, or geometric, but I couldn't place it.

" have a meeting with RITUAL, THE ABSCENCE OF LIGHT, MYSTERY AND DEATH!"

How's that going for you there? When you meet DEATH face to face, do you live to tell the tale?

And you must have been joking about me being an example of health and progress. RIGHT? Because I thought I was an example of neuroses and regression.

Only five pages in five hours today. That is not progress of the type I was hoping for.

Oh here I am.

Sorry for the diatribe on hair color. Should have been a simple answer.

So what's the big red hair connection?

NO invitations. Huh should die with little fanfare.

Argh, you made me reload Huh. Torture. Okay, so the hair color connection explained. I do have an affinity for redheads too. Odd.

Sadly I have to go do more stuff. My son is waiting for me to go roller skate with him. At least it's fun stuff. I have those old-school roller skates. I had to go buy a pair after we were in Golden Gate park this summer on a Sunday and I saw all these grown ups there roller skating, and I was like, hey, why am I not doing that?!

LOL, I am getting an awful picture in my head of long underwear that is somehow also a thong. I really gotta go, with that lovely image!

"Today the sea was a thief
and stole the dog’s collar
and he was a happy loser."

Nice!

Huh has been eulogized. Please go and pay your respects. Feel free to say a few words of your own.

Ah, yes, beloved Hwy 5 with the endless valley and the fast drivers and the smelly as hell cows. I mean, I like cows, even like the smell, but those are some SERIOUSLY fucked up cows, to smell that bad, and to be that crammed into such a miserable little space.

I've made that drive more times than I can count (we've lived here twice in the past 12 years). But we have to go through the desert to Bakersfield first, then cut over on some little road to 5, through a little crap town called Wasco that we can never forget because it has a sign that says "Wasco, CA, a nice place to live" at the town border. I think, um, if you need to point it out to people, it probably, um, isn't true.

Driving to SF always feels like trekking across continents, the way we have to go. Oh, and then through that lost hills or whatever area to Gilroy, and up. Then always 280, because I love 280.

More than everyone needed to know.

I wonder if I can find that legendary Denny's...

So I'm still not sure which won out, symmetry or asymmetry? I am a little compulsively attached to symmetry, but am beginning to see how the asymmetrical dark side has its strong points.

Aw, thanks for paying your respects, newsfreak. I'm getting a little teary-eyed. Oh the nostalgia. The humiliation. The bean dip.