

i sort of watched the game. there were some great parts, but toward the end there it got a little pathetic. I, being female perhaps, was interested in how their clothes stayed so clean, and learned much about the benefits of a sand-based field.
it was so clean and i was so innattentive that for the first half of the game, i didn't even know it was raining -- i thought the camera was fogged up.
Michael watched the whole game without slumber, and that is a superbowl record!
And i missed halftime completely. Who is Prince? And i love irrelevant dancing girls! i love all the underdogs!
so i rooted for chicago. i could have gone either way, but they seemed so desperate there toward the end.
saw a great movie the other day, one that slipped by me in the 90's:
This is My Father, starring james caan, the quinn brothers...
maya, thank you for asking, but we didn't throw her a party. nobody has ever thrown any party for anybody for a long, long time!
our cleaning lady, truly a sharp-eyed, sharp-beaked caustic, asked me when the agency is closing. she said she sees all the signs. i can't tolerate her well enough to pump for details.
persephone keeps going into heat, loudly. sleep is at a premium.
thanks for enjoying the pix. there are many thousands more where those came from! i am saving for a higher-end camera.
hey, i just noticed i can hyphenate in the dark! yay! victory is MINE.
The tv is belching "news" in spurts and dribbles. In texas we bow to Merck and observe a moment's silence where Molly used to be... I am having a little trouble with this new vaccine. Too complicated. I mean, start before they are active, re-up every five years for the rest of their lives?
Why don't we just tell them that sex causes cancer, and kill numerous, yeah countless, birds with one volley?
Michael grumbles and groans as he de-reclines, stretches and snaps the elastic on his underwear. Well, even superman has to start his day somehow.
i have been futzing with computer that needs memory, much like myself, experiencing lots of gaps, some big enough to drive that damn truck through. crashing twenty times a day.
you mac people maka-me-
thick! hehe
i put a new soundcard in and added on a bunch of photo-stuff that would choke even the heartiest macappetite.
i can kill anything!
off n away. my tuesday night thing is diluting way down. At first there were three originators, then a few years back one moved, then a couple months ago another. And now #3 is in a marriage crisis and can no longer host.
so we are orphaned. abandoned out in the frigid cold. and it is hard to stay a "we" like that...
street urchins, frozen finger-stubs...
matchstick musicians, noses pressed against the glass...
blizzard hooowling
and it ain't even chicago!
so, grandma, did ayla ever write to you? i gave her the .mail.net address -- is this still viable?
breakfast! bye!