Listening to: Not much.. the cd player refuses to revolve any cds. grrr.
Reading emails... i've been online all day and all night. what a geek.
Tuesday, Nov. 18, 2003 - 4:25 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Bodymods survey and Dad does photodocumentation
Yo! Read the other entry from today as well! I added a scan of my boot sole.
And read the entries I wrote over the weekend if you missed them... i was an update fanatic.
and do the survey I just wrote called Bodymods... yeah, it is about your body and modifying it (think of modified chicken... yah know, it's in all those lists of ingredients.. modified starch, modified corn syrup, modified everything... you know that shit is modified food eh...) Anyhowz do it.
Also, if you went to my infertility page, and only read the first page, cuz somehow you thought '"Forward to Growing Gardens" meant "forward to growing gardens" and not "read the rest of this story", well, it wasnt such a stupid thing to think... i was trying to be less obvious and all, and I found out people were thinking "gee the story just ENDS... but I could read about her gardening... oh never mind" Nope the story continues!
Now I will scan in and add some pics my Dad sent me. Funny, I got all teary-eyed realizing what a chip off the old block I am, when I opened up his huge package and he had like photodocumented his whole stay here... I mean he took a photo of each balcony before, during and after he fixed it. If he found something interesting like a wasp's nest (he found three.. they're in my bookshelves now... did I mention my Dad is also a packrat?.. like me!)... he took a picture of it in situ, then from various angles once he removed it. He took pics of my house, my animals, me doing doggywalkies. Heck...he was like my own personal documentary biographer in 35mm. So I will stop blabbing and scan in some photos... it shall be just a moment...5:15 am... back again! I'll put the duller pics first... this is my great balcony reno courtesy my Dad... all photos unless otherwise noted are copyright 2003 H. Otto, ok?
Well, I'm gonna be brave and hope to heck it doesnt screw up everyone's page loading time (I am on cable modem, eh, so no pity for those on slow thingies... !)... here are some MORE photos from Dad:
This is a pic on the Mont Royal in Montreal, and you can see downtown behind me. See, this is how incredibly sexy I am in daily life... yes, jeans, doggywaterbottle slung over my shoulder with doggypoopy bags (Glad Sandwich Bags with Foldlock Tops actually) tucked into it, lovely long fluffy hair (as mentioned in previous entry... if it's longer... it's a wig). The last picture I will put in tonight is more what I look like lately: totally bundled up with mittens, scarf wrapped around my head, and a fluffy Fargo-type hat. I am with my doggy in the park where she is getting exercise. See the red ball in front of her nose, and how she is chasing it madly??? This is why she is so svelt. Yes. Tomorrow i will scan in some pics he took while we were at the botanical gardens. I know this is painfully touristy of me to do... scan in pics of this stuff, but hey, a diary is about my life, and so are the pics. The weird thing is all this is virtual. Anais Nin and Emma Goldman wrote their diaries, but at least they stuck around. This is all virtual. Even if it's online one needs a compatible browser... and let me tell you my browsers are not compatible with half of the diaries on Diaryland. And if the server goes offline, or I don't pay for my webspace that hosts the images, well you'd get a bunch of nothing. Such a not reassuring thought for posterity. urk.
Well, that is all the pics I've scanned tonight. And I STILL did not do the comic I hoped to have done. Procrastinate procrastinate.
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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