A new kind of spam.
Look, I'm a Christian. Maybe not the best Christian in the world, but I try. My soul has been saved. I have taken Jesus as my personal savior. I don't need to hear that particular message any more. Honest. So, why do I need this?
Hello Antler,
If you die today where will you go ?
This is the most important thing in life.
Without God we have nothing.
Save yourself and the ones you love:
I took Hilda for a ride last night.
There's a new Pope!
Maybe I should have saved this for Halloween...
Nah! For those of you who know me, you know that I love Clive Barker. As an author, you pervy freaks, as an author! Anyway, when I first read his stuff in college it was a startling eye-opener. It was truly like nothing I'd ever read before. And, when I saw the Hellraiser movies, well, you can imagine the impact it made on me.
I have a feeling I'm wearing thin on my friends.
Especially because I want to bring Hilda with me everywhere I go! As I've mentioned before, I really regret not socializing her more with my in-laws dogs when I had the chance. My sister-in-law has a little lhasa (sp?) mix that could've used some socializing, too, so it would have been a good thing. Ah, well, no help for it now. So, I need to find friends who have dogs. What to do?
I must be the only person I know who gives his therapist homework!
Yeah, okay, I know a lot of people who are in therapy, or who have been recently. And they all talk about "homework" from their therapist. Things to write or read or whatever. Well, I give my therapist homework.
It might not be the smallest, but it's close!
Thanks to my recovered Bloglines feed to Gizmodo, I bring you Picotux! The site claims that it's the smallest device actually running a Linux kernel in existance and, frankly, I can believe it. It's not any bigger than a freaking ethernet jack! Man, that is cool.
I collect everything.
And, I throw virtually nothing out, either. I came across pictures that I couldn't even date because they were so old yesterday. Earlier this evening, I was printing out e-mails from 1998. I have half-finished stories that go back to the early 90's or late 80's. Text files of mysterious and unknown origin.
Why?
Well, I just sent a friend home with leftovers.
A friend of mine was feeling out of sorts today, as his wife has been out of town for a bit and will be for a bit more. So, he came over and we ordered Domino's. He brought cheesecake and fancy root beer from Whole Foods. We just sat and watched some "true crime" drama on A&E that my therapist had thought I'd find interesting, which I did. It was adult subject matters, so I won't discuss it here. (And, no, it wasn't any deviant behavior that I actually performed, just stuff I knew a little too much about!)
Hilda and I went out for dinner last night.
My dog is learning to ride in the car very nicely now. Well, now that I've adjusted her car-harness so that she can't creep out of it! Actually, she's learned to sit in that front seat and lean her chin against the edge of the door where the window is and have her nose in the air from the vent. Sure, I have a bunch of dogsnot on that window now, but she looks so cute.