Several Brief Comments
Kinda what the world looks like just before I get a migraine. Everyone's
mileage varies.
Yesterday as my headache was setting in, the idea
struck me that I should do a picutre of what things look like when a migraine
is approaching. It really is very interesting, but for the full effect,
I'd have to do a movie, cuz different swatches of the scene bulge and pinch
independently and at different rates, plus the triangle snake shifts about
and shimmers quite a bit. My mom sees chicken feet before hers.
I should ask her to paint that sometime.
Dave Siegel accepted the submission I sent him,
the guest journal entry. I have two weeks to make a few modifications,
actually a bit less than that, but for the most part, it's a go.
More details, less intro. I can do that. I burst into giggles
when I got the response email, though, because it felt a bit as if I were
writing for a newspaper rather than for a journal, which if you think about
it...
Sometimes his journal seems very personal and warm,
and sometimes it's like a travel brochure or a corporate annual report.
I get the feeling that he is acutely aware of having an audience, so I
really can't blame him for being particular about what gets "printed" there.
It occurred to me that I should thank Luke
for pointing me to The
Surrealist Compliment Generator which became yesterday's link o' the
day. He titled a journal entry from there, and I consider that way
cool.
I keep glancing back at that picture up top.
It's fairly accurate; my head is beginning to hurt just from the power
of suggestion.
This weekend's snow resulted in a rash of snowman
cadavers today, plopped here and there in the vibrantly green grass, while
people are walking around jacketless in the sunshine. I fetched the
childern home by wagon today, though they both bailed out of the wagon
and Moomie even dragged the wagon himself. Keeps made a dramatic
appearance around the corner, dragging the mutilated remnants of his tie-out
cable. Remember when I got that? 1200 lbs test??? I tricked
him into slowing down near me by completely ignoring him, and made him
pay for his transgression in sweat. Uh, dogs don't sweat, they pant.
So he paid for it in drool, whatever. I hitched his normal collar
to the wagon and used a handhold on the spiky one to keep his speed stable,
and he hauled the kiddos home.
link o' the day:
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