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Anyhow, I’m off for now.
Until later, dear journal.
Originally published at The Scotto Grotto. You can comment here or there.
annus mirabilis (AN-uhs mi-RAB-uh-lis) noun, plural anni mirabiles (AN-i mi-RAB-uh-leez)
A remarkable year.
[From Latin annus (year) mirabilis (wondrous).]
A remarkable year.
[From Latin annus (year) mirabilis (wondrous).]
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Sep. 15th, 2001 05:14 pmI'm back....bought a disposable camera, to take up my photo-slack until I buy a digicam. Took some pictures of con-folks, and unusal stuff, but I still have about 20 pics left untaken. More about the con when I develop and scan the pics.
The con folks were reasonable, many of the guests didn't arrive due to air travel troubles. (Bruce campbell did, though)
Picked up a few prezzies for folks, trinkets of happiness. I think my sweetie'll really like hers. :) (on the way home, we swung by the art supply store, and Toys R Us)
hmm.. my baby's gone out... I wonder where she's popped off to? I hope she comes home soon... I've missed her lots and lots today...I picked up some wine and cheese for our next date night... Hopefully tonight, if all works out ok.
The con folks were reasonable, many of the guests didn't arrive due to air travel troubles. (Bruce campbell did, though)
Picked up a few prezzies for folks, trinkets of happiness. I think my sweetie'll really like hers. :) (on the way home, we swung by the art supply store, and Toys R Us)
hmm.. my baby's gone out... I wonder where she's popped off to? I hope she comes home soon... I've missed her lots and lots today...I picked up some wine and cheese for our next date night... Hopefully tonight, if all works out ok.
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Sep. 14th, 2001 02:25 ammy lady fair did sing to me this eve.
jubilance is mine.
joy and happiness.
love and glory.
I fly on the wings of an angel, and for that I am thankful.
jubilance is mine.
joy and happiness.
love and glory.
I fly on the wings of an angel, and for that I am thankful.
*singing to my beloved...
Sep. 8th, 2001 02:20 pmIf I Were
If I were a poet,
I would write a sonnet.
It would say "I love you."
Your name would be upon it.
If I were a farmer,
I'd give you a bunny.
If I had a beehive,
You would get free honey.
Fa la la (many times)
If I were a baker,
You could have a cruller
If I were a painter,
Choose your favorite color.
If I had some diamonds,
I'd give you a few,
Anything to show you
How much I love you.
Fa la la (many times)
Did you guess my secret?
I am not a poet.
Couldn't write a sonnet,
And I think you know it.
I am not a farmer,
Can't give you a bunny.
I don't have a beehive,
Sorry 'bout the honey.
Fa la la (many times)
I am not a baker,
Don't know bread from batter.
And I am not a painter,
And it doesn't matter.
I don't need a present,
All I have to do
Is look at you to show you
How much I love you.
Fa la la (many times)
I love you, sweetheart...
Is there such a thing as horizontigo?
Sep. 1st, 2001 07:22 pm
I want to take my sweetie on a roller coaster, or Disney....ride around, eating fair food, winning her toys... snuggling on the boat ride...
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Aug. 31st, 2001 12:17 amYummeh!
My sweetie is a real hot patootie!
*fans self... drove me 25 kinds of crazy before I lost count.... and gooood crazy. :)
Isn't there a rule against girls being smart, funny, sexy, beautiful, and lovable, all at once? (not that I mind she breaks it. :))
Well, I'm going to bed... night all!
My sweetie is a real hot patootie!
*fans self... drove me 25 kinds of crazy before I lost count.... and gooood crazy. :)
Isn't there a rule against girls being smart, funny, sexy, beautiful, and lovable, all at once? (not that I mind she breaks it. :))
Well, I'm going to bed... night all!
oh, by the way!
Oct. 9th, 2000 12:30 amLast night at the Salty dog... it was interesting, if rather uneventful. Did something unusual, I drank a large quantity of beer. About 9. Had a conversation with a couple of folks who appeared intelligent, until they demanded to talk politics. feh. I opt out of that one, and play some pool with the only other neutral party in that debate, a guy named Mike. Nice fellow, a better pool player than I am. Apparently he has a band that plays at the pier on Tuesday nights (right across the street) so, I may go and see what the band is about... he says mostly cover stuff, but a couple of original bits.
Got a few lovely invites over the past week. Cathi & Dave want me, little Bro, and Robb to come over for the 5th annual gourd-slaughter and knifing in a few weeks. I never seem to make it to that, for some reason... hopefully, with 2 buddies reminding me about it, it'll be doable this time around.
I missed seeing Cider out and about online this weekend. :( I hope she'll poke a nose in soon.
Got a few lovely invites over the past week. Cathi & Dave want me, little Bro, and Robb to come over for the 5th annual gourd-slaughter and knifing in a few weeks. I never seem to make it to that, for some reason... hopefully, with 2 buddies reminding me about it, it'll be doable this time around.
I missed seeing Cider out and about online this weekend. :( I hope she'll poke a nose in soon.
and the dish ran away with the spoon.
augh. It's bad when a line of mother goose reminds me of things romantic. "spoon" heh... and "goose" for that matter.
I don't think i'd laugh at a cow that could leap over our nearest satillite. I'd applaud it's ability, and maybe fear it a little.
augh. It's bad when a line of mother goose reminds me of things romantic. "spoon" heh... and "goose" for that matter.
I don't think i'd laugh at a cow that could leap over our nearest satillite. I'd applaud it's ability, and maybe fear it a little.
it's funny.
Sep. 1st, 2000 04:31 pma kind word goes a long way in my book. I'm facing about another 8-10 hours of being here, and I really don't mind because someone paid me a compliment. Not at work, mind you. no recognition here.
Thanks. I feel like I just bit into a york peppermint patty. (at least, how the the commercials make it seem.)
*smiley*
Thanks. I feel like I just bit into a york peppermint patty. (at least, how the the commercials make it seem.)
*smiley*
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Sep. 1st, 2000 02:48 pmare the walls supposed to be moving like that? I think I should get some coffee. sweet nectar of life.
Hark - the oracle speaks! A bolt of lightning falls from the sky! SHAZAAM! As the smoke clears, the hidden deity in you emerges and is revealed to be:
EROS, God of Love.
As a devotee of this long-neglected virtue, you are a committed romantic. You prefer to savor the joys of seduction before you step into the bedroom. This quality makes you incredibly attractive to women, who seem to melt in your presence. They sense your strong character and respect your ideals. They dream of stealing you away and making dreamy love to you all day long. Not to say you wouldn't be happy to oblige, but you want to make sure that there's some emotional or intellectual compatibility between you and your partner to carry the relationship along. By the time you are ready to show them your godly performance, they're hooked. You take sex seriously and show your lucky woman a passion that has only existed in her wildest dreams. You are probably an emotionally expressive and sensitive person whose pleasure comes from pleasing others. Your chivalrous ways have probably earned you a following of fans and a trail of satisfied mortals in your wake.
EROS, God of Love.
As a devotee of this long-neglected virtue, you are a committed romantic. You prefer to savor the joys of seduction before you step into the bedroom. This quality makes you incredibly attractive to women, who seem to melt in your presence. They sense your strong character and respect your ideals. They dream of stealing you away and making dreamy love to you all day long. Not to say you wouldn't be happy to oblige, but you want to make sure that there's some emotional or intellectual compatibility between you and your partner to carry the relationship along. By the time you are ready to show them your godly performance, they're hooked. You take sex seriously and show your lucky woman a passion that has only existed in her wildest dreams. You are probably an emotionally expressive and sensitive person whose pleasure comes from pleasing others. Your chivalrous ways have probably earned you a following of fans and a trail of satisfied mortals in your wake.
Well, I got into work an hour an a half ago, and still haven't managed to accomplish anything of significant value.
Lunch time already, and I ordered a big honking veggie & cheese sub on wheat, extra oregano, no onions. yummy. Will I get to eat it before going out tonight for Thai? Probably not.
The scabble game continues, with Cider crushing me soundly beneath her well-heeled, yet remarkably sexy, shiny boot. I have 35 points, and she has 54, and it's my turn, just now. My great word? As. as in, "as in." I'm painted into a corner, and cursing my devil tiles. not much room to move!
Lunch time already, and I ordered a big honking veggie & cheese sub on wheat, extra oregano, no onions. yummy. Will I get to eat it before going out tonight for Thai? Probably not.
The scabble game continues, with Cider crushing me soundly beneath her well-heeled, yet remarkably sexy, shiny boot. I have 35 points, and she has 54, and it's my turn, just now. My great word? As. as in, "as in." I'm painted into a corner, and cursing my devil tiles. not much room to move!
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Aug. 29th, 2000 12:10 pmI just wanted you all to know.
my middle name is Prescott.
Now you know why I go by Scotto.
My first name, Gregory, I share with my father, and his. That, too, is why I go by Scotto.
What's your middle name?
my middle name is Prescott.
Now you know why I go by Scotto.
My first name, Gregory, I share with my father, and his. That, too, is why I go by Scotto.
What's your middle name?
30 min to launch.
Aug. 28th, 2000 07:27 pmOriginally published at The Scotto Grotto. You can comment here or there.
My happy thought is still working. The power of blueberry muffins.
I wonder if I’ll have time for some real food on the way there? I think so, unless the cab is late.
ARTIST: Trad and Anon
TITLE: Sipping Cider Through a Straw
The prettiest girl the prettiest girl
I ever saw I ever saw
Was sippin’ ci- was sippin’ ci-
Der through a straw der through a straw
The prettiest girl I ever saw
Was sippin’ cider through a straw
I said to her, “What ya doin’ that fer”
A sippin’ cider through a straw”…
First cheek to cheek, then jaw to jaw
We both sipped cider through a straw…
Every now and then, that straw would slip
And we’d sip cider lip to lip…
That’s how I got my mother in law
By sippin’ cider through a straw
Now forty-nine kids, all call me Pa
From sippin’ cider through a straw
30 min to launch.
Aug. 28th, 2000 07:27 pmMy happy thought is still working. The power of blueberry muffins.
I wonder if I'll have time for some real food on the way there? I think so, unless the cab is late.
ARTIST: Trad and Anon
TITLE: Sipping Cider Through a Straw
The prettiest girl the prettiest girl
I ever saw I ever saw
Was sippin' ci- was sippin' ci-
Der through a straw der through a straw
The prettiest girl I ever saw
Was sippin' cider through a straw
I said to her, "What ya doin' that fer"
A sippin' cider through a straw"...
First cheek to cheek, then jaw to jaw
We both sipped cider through a straw...
Every now and then, that straw would slip
And we'd sip cider lip to lip...
That's how I got my mother in law
By sippin' cider through a straw
Now forty-nine kids, all call me Pa
From sippin' cider through a straw
I wonder if I'll have time for some real food on the way there? I think so, unless the cab is late.
ARTIST: Trad and Anon
TITLE: Sipping Cider Through a Straw
The prettiest girl the prettiest girl
I ever saw I ever saw
Was sippin' ci- was sippin' ci-
Der through a straw der through a straw
The prettiest girl I ever saw
Was sippin' cider through a straw
I said to her, "What ya doin' that fer"
A sippin' cider through a straw"...
First cheek to cheek, then jaw to jaw
We both sipped cider through a straw...
Every now and then, that straw would slip
And we'd sip cider lip to lip...
That's how I got my mother in law
By sippin' cider through a straw
Now forty-nine kids, all call me Pa
From sippin' cider through a straw
t minus 1.75 hours and counting
Aug. 28th, 2000 06:15 pmOriginally published at The Scotto Grotto. You can comment here or there.
going to the study tonight, getting a little more nervous. *must think happy thoughts* got one.
Going to get a blueberry muffin from the vend-o-mat and have it for a tasty before beddybye snack.
Cider thinks she’s going to dupe me into a false sense of security, by pretending she fears my word knowledge. feh. She does debate for fun. She’s a girl in a tech field. She wears glasses and is a self-proclaimed klutz. I know a brainiac when I see one (even if aforementioned brainiac is a vision of unequalled wit and can wear a wonder woman costume in public. We all know that those gals from paradise island are all frickin’ computo-brain propellerhead smarties.)
We shall see. indeed, we shall.
t minus 1.75 hours and counting
Aug. 28th, 2000 06:15 pmgoing to the study tonight, getting a little more nervous. *must think happy thoughts* got one.
Going to get a blueberry muffin from the vend-o-mat and have it for a tasty before beddybye snack.
Cider thinks she's going to dupe me into a false sense of security, by pretending she fears my word knowledge. feh. She does debate for fun. She's a girl in a tech field. She wears glasses and is a self-proclaimed klutz. I know a brainiac when I see one (even if aforementioned brainiac is a vision of unequalled wit and can wear a wonder woman costume in public. We all know that those gals from paradise island are all frickin' computo-brain propellerhead smarties.)
We shall see. indeed, we shall.
Going to get a blueberry muffin from the vend-o-mat and have it for a tasty before beddybye snack.
Cider thinks she's going to dupe me into a false sense of security, by pretending she fears my word knowledge. feh. She does debate for fun. She's a girl in a tech field. She wears glasses and is a self-proclaimed klutz. I know a brainiac when I see one (even if aforementioned brainiac is a vision of unequalled wit and can wear a wonder woman costume in public. We all know that those gals from paradise island are all frickin' computo-brain propellerhead smarties.)
We shall see. indeed, we shall.
