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The appearance of kittehs is pretty hilarious... I wonder who came up with THIS ONE!? (Evil Marketing geni no doubt)

From Sender-Inner Brooke B., featuring "Meg"!

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So me, my bro and sis-in-law were on the way to FL yesterday when we stopped to get gas. The pump was busted and didn't stop when the tank was full, so it overfilled and flooded the engine. At least that's the theory. Long story short, we got the car working enough to come back to Atlanta. We got to spend a couple of hours in beautiful Forsyth, GA (and by "beautiful", I mean "empty aside from a CVS and a sign that says 'Welcome To Forsyth'").

So after that suckage, I guess I'll make the best of the weekend.

Today I found out that the Drive In Invasion is this weekend! So I'll be hitting that. Tonight they're showing Spinal Tap, and Rocket 350 will be playing. Tomorrow night, the Shack Shakers!!

Signing out from Joe's Coffee,

Alex

Карта Map

Abandoned Viaduct

No railway is connected to this viaduct nowadays. And it stands forgotten memorial just sometimes noticed from some train passing by. But it could be an object of note at a tourist route just like one span of the old Novosibirsk bridge that had deserved a pedestal for itself. Could be - if not our Russian long distances.

Russia, Perm region, near Bartym, 2008-07-27.

I suppose either word applies. I am the situational bachelor this weekend, as Herself is off to Trimaris Coronation. For the SCA folk, it's a big event.

Other friends and correspondents are off to Dragon Con. That too is a big event.

What this boils down to is it's likely to be a quiet weekend. I think I need one of those.

Heat pump on Studio 318 is non-functional. Not entirely, the fan still moves air. However, it pumps heat in neither direction (not from outside-in nor from inside-out). This means it will need service. Yah. But not this weekend.

Keeping an eye on those tropical storms out there, by whatever grading they are listed.

And, it's about time to head out to feed the Ranch.

Tags: life the universe and everything, ranch
Current Location: teh Ranch
Current Mood: relaxed
Current Music: Silence of the Breeze

Temple Ruins, Near Marib, Yemen, 1979 Photograph by Steve Raymer

Pillars of a Sabaean moon-god temple jut from the desert near Marib, Yemen, offering clues to a powerful kingdom that may have been ruled by the legendary Queen of Sheba, mentioned in both the Koran and the Bible.

(Text adapted from and photo shot on assignment for, but not published in, "North Yemen," August 1979, National Geographic magazine)

Buy a print of this photo.

the iphone has the strangest applications on earth. one of which was the banner app which eugene used last night on me, abit like a zipping LED board with my name on it. another i downloaded is the bubblewrap app, which i found out at zouk last night was a pain to complete if you're half way to drunk. trish kept reminding us to download the drinking app, where a mug of beer appears on your screen and as you tilt it towards your lips to "chug" it down, the "drink" mysteriously disappeared. eugene and i gave her the -_- look. only angie thought it was pretty cool. i dunno, maybe it's a mommy thing.

other apps found at the itunes store include:
- a lighter on your phone, for waving at rock concerts.
- Sydney trafic cameras. go figure.
- Hold on: a red square with the words hold on it. and a timer to time how long you can hold that "button" down.
- Shout: a speaker of sorts, which shouts out what you type in when no one's listening to you.
- Hee button: a button you press everytime you hear a good piece of trivia and it goess HEE! a japanese thing apparently.
- iMaracas. needs no explanation here.
- Coin toss. when you run out of.. coins.

last night was surprisingly fun, and to think i almost decided to stay in my prone position on the bed. at trish's behest, i met her and her gang of people at Southbridge. the jazz singer was really really good, even better than the ones at st james. the company was alittle strange at first. i'm never good with big groups, especially when i barely know more than half of them. there's the sitting around and the small talk. eugh i hate small talk. when trish's friend derek arrived, poor dude was stuck with me on his right, and no one else on his left so i came up with something lame like, "whats that you're drinking?" like seriously. duh? i might as well start talking about the weather.

there was a group of rowdy youngsters (hey i can use that word now) at the back of the bar with a list of drinks tied around their necks. apparently it was a double birthday celebration and they had to either finish every drink listed, or sub it with a dare. one of them approached us for "KISS A STRANGER TODAY!" dare. the lucky victim was pretending to avoid it "OH NO! NO! AH! IM A VIRGIN! SHY! AH!" but haiyah in the end she did it. it was fucking hilarious. hell, it's not everyday one gets kissed by a young boy, and a cute one at that.

waisan was hungry so we left the place before the rowdy bunch could attack us again with more than just kisses. while the rest stayed on at bah ku teh, i headed down to zouk for ellen allien. the bass was so loud, i i could feel the hair on the back of my neck dancing. we had so much vodka that half the time i didn't know what i was doing. this china girl approached me for help. she'd apparently lost her english speaking singaporean friends, who texted her to meet them at "the speaker we were at just now". i'm like hello dude, there are 4 speakers in this room. which one la? but all in mandarin. imagine that, sloshed and i can still shee shah shoh in chinese. she said she left them at a table covered with drinks. i looked around us and thought, ok einstein, we're at a club so every table is covered with drinks... so i took her phone and tried to sms her friends back but her sms was in fucking hanyu pinyin. ok i know i'm an ace when it comes to hanyu pinyin, but not with half a bottle of 42 below in my blood ok?

and to top it all off, i had to be awake by 9am coz the air-con repair guy was coming to see why my air-con was blowing out hot air. the guy comes by so often that he knows where we keep our ladder and automatically walks to the storeroom to get it himself. in the end, i was curled in bed with a pounding headache and oncoming set of cramps. to top it all off, i was hurling into the toilet bowl 4 hours after i sashayed (the only word that could be used judging from the left right left right gait i took) out of zouk. talk about delayed reaction.

Tags: clubbing, friends
Current Mood: hungover
Current Music: gorillaz - feel good inc

A dear friend of mine found the love of her life a few years ago, after a hard life and a difficult relationship with her first husband. They got married early this summer, after her first husband's death, and moved into a storybook cottage in Bavaria.

She writes me now that they have just found out, with little warning other than a few weeks of not feeling good, that he has advanced bone cancer.

Sometimes this world leaves me beyond words.

I wish love was enough to keep us all safe.

Current Mood: sad