I’m on my way out to Gen-Con and listening to www.radiomargaritaville.com. Jolly Mon comes on and makes me smile. A wonderful little children’s tale set to music. I can’t wait for tomorrow. (“There are times in this crazy world when I truly hope that somewhere somebody is living this made up life.”) There is a…
Wednesday and Saturday are advantageous days, dear Monkey. Both professionally, and in love matters, you enjoy a second chance. The times are auspicious, if you feel you’ve missed an important opportunity, or regret missing someone or something. Bear in mind, often second chances don’t always involve the same people, but they work to your benefit.…
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http://www.wizards-attic.com/Rabbitology.html I miss Eric.
I’m like a zombie today. I drank too much last night and I’m paying for it. I’m operating at 80% performance today. I can’t quite think straight, I’m moving slow, thinking slow, talking slow. I remember now why I chose not to drink… it hits me too hard. Not a headache, not a hang-over. Just…
Someone is spamming the servers with this e-mail: “I am seven years old and I have no mouth and no eyes. If you do not forward this e-mail to ten friends, I will appear by your bed while you are alseep and stab you with a knife.” Okay… I’m not a twelve year old girl…
“Reminds me that Pat Robertson has asked folks to pray to God for the removal of Supreme Court Justices who don’t share his views. Since the only way folks step down is death or a change to the point where they can no longer perform their duties he’s basically asking people to pray for pain…
They stood amongst the fallen bodies of the Ikalu priests, their black souls sent back to the God of Murder. The bloody robes fallen on piles of gold — centuries of treasure gathered by the wizard. The same wizard who hired the little band to guard it against just such an intrusion. But one escaped.…
That’s What Living is to Me Jimmy Buffett Jason Mason hears a sound A whistle blows in Congo town And the mail boat’s in, the mail boat’s in It brings him things from oh so far Old magazines and snickers bars A simple man, a simple land The world’s too big to understand Be good…