Mostly harmless (corto) wrote,
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Sunday, January 24


~ so terrorist corto is on his last day.
Geo has been all "oh you have to leave it... and I even rub its lovely softness and imagine...
And then I look in the mirror and realize... there is no freaking way I get to have a beard.
It's hard to tell from the picture... but (for example) there are approximately 23 black BLACK beard hairs on my neck.
They are surrounded by the hundreds of white ones. My skin is pale, so the white ones vanish from about 5 feet.
Result? "Hey... why do you have those pubes sticking out of your neck?"
gah.

It's been a really nice weekend.
Sadly I've spent it all indoors...
Well, except for the dumb ass moment yesterday when I agreed to go with Suzanne on the grocery extraveganza. I should have given her the list and then sat down and watched tv. :)
By the time we finished Cost-Co I wanted to go home... then we went to Loblaws... and I got half way through and told suz I was bailing and went and sat on the old peoples bench near the front.
I can sit and work for ages... but I cannot walk around for more than a few minutes before I'm being reminded that I'm not on pain meds.
And no, I don't want to live on pain meds.

:)

wearing
~ still in pj pants... I have four pairs of pj pants... sometimes I think I could live in these babies...
planning
~ up at 9... make coffee... go to theater room... and watch downloaded tv shows while everyone sleeps away the morning.
~ suz has her hair cut girl coming over at 2:00'ish. Suz and a friend pay this girl that normally works in a high price spa in town to come and do "home visits". This is how the cut-girl makes her real cash... Lots of overhead involved at working at the spa and personally, I can't imagine why anyone would pay that much unless it was all about the service. (even though, I'm pretty sure it should be "all about the hair cut".)
~ I tried to get some work for work done this morning... and I didn't get anywhere. So I'll just relax and dig back into work tomorrow. (back to the clients offices tomorrow. :D)
wishing
~ for zaxy (zaxwrit) to enjoy the chop... I wish you'd post a picture. :D
~ to send a hug to chiropteraclan... just 'cuz...
~ and may pixiecup heart stings... hang loose. :)

Birthday moments...
From yesterday,
Happy birthday gifgal... my little coffee queen... :) May the year ahead treat you right and bring you reasons to smile.
And to the mostly vanished... myeah, Happy birthday sugar. I hope you are well and enjoying your day.
And today!!!
Happy birthday Sugar-Ti (sassy_red_head). I know this last year has been a major eye opener and that you're having a wonderful time with your little family... so the only wish that makes any sense at all... is for this path to be true and safe. May you and your family have a safe and happy year and I hope you have all the time you need to smell those roses. :)

///
Prior to the Earthquake... the UN was feeding 200,000 people in Haiti ever single day.
Why? Well because they're the "poorest nation in the western hemisphere".... what ever that means.
Oh, and you know ... there are rich people in Haiti. They own beautiful homes, trucks, cars and properties.
There are vast farms that sell into the US markets.
Yes... the earthquake is a horrible thing and nobody deserves to suffer when someone can help.
I'm just saying... ALL WE DO FOR HAITI IS BUY THEM A FISH.
And when we knuckle under and tell 'em we want to TEACH THEM HOW TO FISH...
Nobody pays attention because... they like the free fish.
There are nations, people, places on this earth where the poverty and hardship make Haiti look like Paradise Lost.
I'm not complaining or saying the efforts to guide Haiti to a recovery are wrong or misplaced.
I'm just not getting too bent out of shape about their problems.
This, no doubt, makes me a horrible person.
Tough.

Let me put it this way.
If the United States government had not bailed out the auto industry...
Does anyone think the auto industry would have vanished?
No... there would be serious hard ship, but things would have sorted themselves out.
But with a bail out on the table... nobody (besides Ford) decided to face their own problems and sort themselves out.
Same goes for the poor nations of the world.
As long as we're all about bailing them out... we're just putting bandaids on their gaping wounds.

//
So the incision...
Here's the latest picture...
[ :: marginal ick levels :: ]
I took the plastic off yesterday and ... it's looking pretty good. Lots of bruising etc., but that's ok.

/
There is a sadness that I know of.
It keeps to the shadows and tries to make itself small when the lights come up.
It lives in the same place as the unending happiness that seems to wrap around my life.
It is part of the same thing.
The other side of that coin.
Happiness can thrive, just so long as I don't forget about the cost, and keep on paying it.

:)
Ok... time to shower. :D
See you soon.
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