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| Friday, June 30, 2006 |
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Nails it. 
Your gag reflex may vary
| | Whatever, I laughed so hard making it that I almost coughed up a lung. |
Requiescat in rugio
| | Nearly four years ago he wrote, |
| | And I'll stick to my original fatalistic philosophy: on the day you were born, you exited your mama's womb with an expiration date stamped on your ass, just like a gallon of milk. You can't see it, but it's there. You can't change it. |
Hmmm...
| | We (SSC, publishers of Linux Journal) have had that one for many years. Never did anything with it. In fact, I'd forgotten we had it until I read that piece by Om. |
Surrealities
| | Not sure what to make of this. But it's interesting. |
Speaking of hopeless
| | My tinnitus was especially bad last night after coming home from a loud concert in the park. I thought I'd look and see if anything new had come up on the treatment front. Nope. The prospects are as depressing as ever. Although at this point, even crackpotty stuff like this is getting interesting. |
Late Pet du Jour
| | A good friend is grieving over the death of the cat who had been his loyal companion for the last 14 years. In writing a long note of commiseration this last hour, I ran down my own much more brief but far more numerous (and mostly tragic) experiences with pets, going back to age five. |
| | So, for the heck of it, I just decided to serialize the list here. One per day, starting with the only two-fer. |
| | Pets #s 1 and 2: Fizzy and Fuzzy. Two kittens my parents gave my sister and I when we were aged three and five, respectively. They came in a toy baby carriage, as I recall. We had to keep them in the basement, though; because my father was violently allergic to cats. Which is why, even then, I wondered why they gave them to us. Soon as they started to become cats, my parents gave them away. I'm not sure they ever set paw in the house. |
| | [Later...] My sister just filled in some blanks here: |
| | ... they tumbled out of a red flannel bag onto the bed (in our little room on Edel). We were sooooooo excited. The bag was red, so I remember it as Christmas... |
| | Actually, the cats did get outside. At least long enough and often enough to set off open warfare with the guy next door who insisted they came into his yard to crap, according to Mom. |
| | I remember that now. An elderly couple named Ehler. The old man was especially cranky. Since this was 1952, I imagine they've passed on. |
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