Considering how I am with (those kind of) heights let’s hope there’s nobody standing under the basket as I float by.
I always feel I need to specify. In the old days, depending on who you talk to, ACE ran about 80% “alternative lifestyle” or better. These days I’m betting more like 50% or a little less. But with everyone just basically having a good time there is the occassional “Oooops - I thought you were -------”
It’s like at OUTrageous Bingo and other places I go – I don’t want anyone to think I’m trying to sneak under their gaydar or nuttin --------- I’m just there to have fun.
(One ACE convention ages ago, one of the guys asked me to pose for a couple pictures on one of the rides - because I rode it well (was clearly having a good time) and because I was just basically cute. I did and then sort of put my arm around him and said “Two things — one; I’m straight and really really flattered. Second ---- if I’m cute I would suggest raising your standards or getting an eye exam”. He sort of blushed and then we both chuckled — and we’ve also been great friends since. In fact he may be the only person I know who calls both my wife and I “girlfriend”. And more friends who can be honest with and about themselves? We’ll take all we can get.)
Narrow? <in my best John Adams from 1776 voice> SIR ----- NEVVAH!!! 
Although I have been told to get bent several times in the course of my life.
At least DH finally got one of those life-long questions answered- what’s my blood type?
Just waiting for the vampires in the basement to send up the next bag.
This weekend I was high up over the Mississippi River, today I was over the River again but in a completely different environment
Notice the hole in the right side of the picture, there were about two dozen holes like that at varying angles that I had to climb through. I’m tired dirty sweaty and I still have 3 hours until I get to go home and shower
When ever the world stops spinning, I’d like to get off please. Wheeeeee <clunk>.
Heart is fluttering.
Medication expired now.
Slightly spinning world.
Walmart refill stupid
Pressed buttons many times over
Pills today or else!
crazy derpy dog
at night pees every two hours
sleep snores all long day
girl I do not know
posts pics of me on face book
bafflement ensues
rio why for it is your occupation today is climbin’ in holes? You just may have the most interestin’ job here in Mumperland.
Howdy from da cave. I put a beast roast in the slow cooker before leavin’ for irk today. It’s all done with a nice gravy. Go Me! Dindin shall be beast, collard greens, squish, field peas and corn bread. MMMMMMM… like Sunday dinner at grandma’s!
stalker!!
Getting sick it seems
Cannot afford to do so
No time off for momma
Changing body and mind
Little life inside
Cute little succubus she
Hey Swampy everyone here knows I have the most interesting job in Mumperland, I hang out with Rockstars, so nya nya 
I am ready to go to irk, bored and broke
Thats all I got
Jim
Rainy here right now
Melting snow now turns to ice
Spoils the morning drive
Haikus: hard to write.
Counting out the syllables?
I always mess it . . . .
. . . up. 
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Some poems rhyme
This one doesn’t.
Usually my job is far less interesting but we’ve been checking our big bridges lately and that means climbing trusses and crawling through box girders. :shrug:
Oh I wasn’t writing a Haiku, btw 
Let me fix them to make them more haiku-y
Getting sick it seems
Cannot afford to do so
No time off for mom
Change body and mind
Cute little succubus she
Little life inside
Welcome back
No, not a stalker.
I know who she is but I don’t know her, we have never met. We do know some people in common. People I haven’t seen or talked to in over 20 years.
I’m not scared, just baffled as to why.
I suppose I could ask her but I’d rather not.
It’s a loooong story and best to let sleeping dogs lie.
I used to write a haiku for sah-guy every day.
It seemed like he didn’t appreciate them so I stopped.
I couldn’t post them here though.
It would make me ::
::
I opened this window because there was something I wanted to say. Now I can’t remember it.
Short term memory: the first to go.
Time to bone up on some local history.
Always something… one of the springs on our garage door broke today. Repair guy coming tomorrow, so for tonight, the cars are outside - it’ll beat rassling that beast in the morning.
Supper has been miscellaneous leftovers. I made a peach cobbler for dessert - the house smells peachy-riffic!
I 
TeamViewer. My mom was having printer problems and I was able to get on her machine remotely and fix her up. For some reason, some of the settings got wonky, but she’s good now, so yay.
One down, three to go. Huzzah for short weeks.