You are *Frank*! You are the star of the show! You
are definitely a performer although you can get
stroppy if you don't get your way. But you are
sexy, charming and rather naughty. Ditch the
pearls though...


Which Rocky Horror Character are You?
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It's frikkin amazing, how many things you can get done at lunchtime if you are on your bike. You can travel miles and miles and run home to get your forgotten checkbook and pay rent and electricity and buy books and sit by the artificial pond by the municipal building and buy orange juice, and still get back in an hour.

I am leaving at 7:30 via Greyhound, and will arrive home in Missouri approx. 9:30 tomorrow. All day Sunday at home, and I am bringing the truck back starting Monday evening. Back at work on Wednesday.

More miniature knitting. Dang, why am I so fascinated? I want a dollie house!

I have a bus ticket home for Friday night, a Colorado state driver's licence, and a secret office birthday party in the works. Busy bee!

Check THIS out! Yay, Greg!

Gracious, I'm tired. Highlights of my conference:

Spent too much money on cool things.
Discovered an all-night flea market in St. Charles, IL
And a very good Chinese restaurant, also

Yaay! Bug is back! Of course, I am sorry to hear about her black out trials--then, again, of course, I like the dark--and, of course, I knew it couldn't have been Canada. Ohio is so the source of all evil.

It and Texas.

I am off to a conference tomorrow till Tuesday--

Content!

Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Stress level unbearable!!


Work is too hard; I want to go home and have a nap!

The Paper--my God! They're Swiftian!

> A priest went fishing and on the last day of his trip he hooked a monster
fish and proceeded to reel it in.
>
> The guide, holding a net, yelled, "look at the size of that Son of a
Bitch!"
>
> "Son, I'm a priest. Your language is uncalled for!"
>
> "No, Father, that's what kind of fish it is--a Son of a Bitch fish!"
>
> "Really? Well, then, help me land this Son of a Bitch!"
>
> Once in the boat, they marveled at the size of the monster.
>
> "Father, that's the biggest Son of a Bitch I've ever seen."
>
> "Yes, it is a big Son of a Bitch. What should I do with it?"
>
> "Why, eat it of course. You've never tasted anything as good as a Son of a
Bitch!"
>
> Elated, the priest headed home to the rectory. While unloading his gear
and his prize catch, Sister Mary inquired about his trip.
>
> "Take a look at this big Son of a Bitch I caught!"
>
> Sister Mary gasped and clutched her rosary, "Father!"
>
> "It's OK, Sister. That's what kind of fish it is--a Son of a Bitch fish!"
>
> "Oh, well then, what are you going to do with that big Son of a Bitch?"
>
> "Why, eat it of course. The guide said nothing compares to the taste of a
Son of a Bitch."
>
> Sister Mary informed the priest that the new Bishop was scheduled to visit
in a few days and that they should fix the Son of a Bitch for his dinner.
>
> "I'll even clean the Son of a Bitch," she said.
>
> As she was cleaning the huge fish, the Friar walked in. "What are you
doing Sister?"
>
> "Father wants me to clean this big Son of a Bitch for the new
> Bishops' dinner."
>
> "Sister! I'll clean it if you're so upset! Please watch your language!"
>
> "No, no! No, it's called a Son of a Bitch fish."
>
> "Really? Well, in that case, I'll fix up a great meal to go with it, and
that Son of a Bitch can be the main course! Let me know when you've finished
cleaning that Son of a Bitch."
>
> On the night of the new Bishop's visit, everything was perfect.
> The Friar had prepared an excellent meal. The wine was fine, and the fish
was excellent.
>
> The new Bishop said, "This is great fish, where did you get it?"
>
> "I caught that Son of a Bitch!" proclaimed the proud priest.
>
> The Bishop's eyes opened wide, but he said nothing.
>
> "And I cleaned the Son of a Bitch!" exclaimed the Sister.
>
> The Bishop sat silent in disbelief.
>
> The Friar added, "And I prepared the Son of a Bitch, using a special
recipe!"
>
> The new Bishop looked around at each of them. Slowly a big smile crept
across his face as he said, "You mother fuckers are my kind of people."
>

What could be more fun than not keeping up with your favorite soap/comic for ages, and then having gazillions in the archives to read? And I can knit (work) simultaneously!

Dykes to Watch Out For

Speaking of celebrities sighted, I cannot believe that Gregory Hines has passed away. The hey! He was so young.

Bug and I spotted him in Toronto several years ago. Waaay cooler than Carrot Top.

O, wait--here you go.

Lemmesee.

No, I have too much work to do for this. Just wanted to say hi, y'all.

la la la,

Ted is visitty, and we are going to the DRIVE IN, yaay!

Neat! feverpress.com--Why yes, I would like a small zine about antique typewriter maintenance.

Ah, babydoll, I've been there, too.

"Q Thank you, sir. Mr. President, many of your supporters believe that homosexuality is immoral. They believe that it's been given too much acceptance in policy terms and culturally. As someone who's spoken out in strongly moral terms, what's your view on homosexuality?

THE PRESIDENT: Yes, I am mindful that we're all sinners, and I caution those who may try to take the speck out of their neighbor's eye when they got a log in their own. I think it's very important for our society to respect each individual, to welcome those with good hearts, to be a welcoming country. On the other hand, that does not mean that somebody like me needs to compromise on an issue such as marriage. And that's really where the issue is heading here in Washington, and that is the definition of marriage. I believe in the sanctity of marriage. I believe a marriage is between a man and a woman. And I think we ought to codify that one way or the other. And we've got lawyers looking at the best way to do that. "

That man (the one referred to above as "THE PRESIDENT") is a total asshole.

So I didn't so much get my drivers license. But I did stop to smell a cute little dog and pat some roses on the journey home.

Here's an oddity--a teacher I had at summer camp in 1995 has his own personal website with kitchen remodeling photos and stuff.

I have a tootsie roll pop.

Just letting the world know.