Titusville. Hopefully I will get to see a launch at Cape Canaveral while I am there. I will be only a couple miles away.
Sunglasses claims that there’s a Skeezix to blame, but I know, its nobody’s fault…
2 AM already? ouch. I have been so good lately about getting to bed at reasonable times. I don’t have a set schedule, so that is tough for me. All it takes is getting drawn into some distraction, and boom, it is way late.
I did that once about a month ago. I stayed up and was wandering the internet, and then decided to go to bed. Then I looked at the clock, and it was 6am and getting light out. So I stayed up. Sadly, I was still not sleepy at 11pm the following night. I was only up for 33 hours that time. My record is 45 hours. Glad I didn’t do that.
While you’re racking your brains, here’s a page for poiema and other logophiles to enjoy. A last name with six consecutive consonants is Hertzsprung, as in Ejnar of Hertzsprung-Russell Diagram fame.
<ralph>
My cat’s breath smells like cat food.
</ralph>
Thanks for the link, Sternvogel. I’ve read it… very interesting stuff. (yes, I AM interested in words :D)
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Yeah, I don’t have a set schedule either… though I should get to bed soon, as I have a wedding and the first day of Awana to gear up for tomorrow.
I did 37.5 hours once (in late August 2001)… and amazingly enough, didn’t feel like I needed to crash. Woke up at 8:15 one Sunday morning to go to church, then go home, then to my friend Elaine’s birthday party. After that, I felt like updating my diary all night long. (who knows why… I had a lot to write, but why do it then instead of sleeping? eh…)
Then on Monday morning, I decided that since I didn’t feel sleepy, I shouldn’t sleep. So I just hung around my apartment all day, then went to my brother’s (read: parents’) for dinner. When Jon and Eric drove me home, I called a few of my friends, and finally went to sleep at around 9:45 PM. (I slept for 12 hours)
I was discussing this with Spoz once: he stayed up 54 hours in a row once. The way he tells it, he was floating around town aimlessly at parties / pubs / people’s houses. He had a LOT of beer, soda, energy drinks (gotta love that ginseng and guarana!), and coffee to fuel him up. After he was finished partying, he went home to mix music in his sound lab / studios… finally, he decided he had to stop when he started hearing voices that weren’t there. Not the best thing if you’re trying to make music at all. I don’t think he did that again.
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Well, let’s just say that my trips to the loo are to semi-deliquefy. Although if it’s getting toxins out of my body, I can’t really complain. (my brother says it’s not normal… I KNOW THAT!)
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Sorry to post so many times in a row, people.
But that reminds me of the South Park Christmas tune… the O Holy Night one where Cartman messes up a lot, and someone else shocks him with an electric prod. Truly a great version. 
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Christmas tunes? You want Christmas tunes? How about:
Chipmunks roasting on an open fire
Jackals ripping at your throat
You’ll tell Carol “Your’e a skunk and a liar,
And you smell like a billy goat!”
Everybody knows some turkey under mistletoe
Helps to make the party blight.
Tiny sots with their red eyes aglow
Will find tehepavement hard tonight.
They know that Santa’s been delayed
He’s overloaded, overworked, and underpaid;
And every lunatic is gonna try
To pot a reindeer with his piece as they fly by.
And so I’m offering this special phrase:
“Buy now! Just 19.92!!!”
You know you’ve been had, many times, many ways –
Merry merchants screw you!"
How does one hijack the above?
By commenting about chipmunks roasting on an open fire. I have never had chipmunk before. Sounds maybe like it would be somewhat rat-like, but perhaps a little better quality. Not that I have had rat. I have had moose, ostrich, and plenty of others though. But it would have been difficult toset up a good open fire for a moose. I think the worst one was the mangled baby ducks. [sub](anyone remember the old SNL skit?)[/sub] I was in the Philippines, and had balut. It is tasty, but the description is kinda nasty. It is essentially a duck egg that is allowed to nearly mature. So it is kind’ve like eating a regular egg, except with crunchy bits like the beginnings of a beak, feathers, etc. De-lish.
This mornings biscuits are turning unpleasantly in my stomach.
mmmm, biscuits. I can’t make those though. I hardly have any food in the house. And I haven’t had breakfast. Here it is, time for lunch now. I really should go to the store at some point. Lots of things I really should do though.
I am such a procrastinator. I’ll finish that thought later.
Just finished breakfast myself. Should be going to a wedding soonish, as it starts in half an hour. But the thing is that I only have a nice new sweater and some jeans. (no, I’m not home… otherwise I’d rustle up something nicer) And I refuse to wear a sleeveless dress… it’s too cold out, and I wore that to a recent wedding.
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I’m happy that the weather is getting cooler now. The A/C in my car broke in May, and I never got around to fixing it. That made for some hot days. I got really tired of driving with the windows down all the time. Glad to be getting out the jeans again.
My horse is happy that the weather is geting cooler. Means the GODDAMNED SWARMING DEERFLIES no longer infest the woods, and we can go for a ride without him having to be encased in bug-netting like some medieval warhorse. He doesn’t minbd the gear itself; it’s the pointing and sniggering that embarrasses him.
I’m a little concerned. So if you are riding your netting-encased equine in the woods, where are the snickers coming from? Do trees laugh? Or is it the deerflies? This has me concerned, thinking about all the things I have done in the woods, when I thought nobody was watching. The forests of Excurbia must be a truly scary place.
Nay, neigh! The robust humor comes from friends riding with me, riders we meet on the trails, passersby on the roads we take to get to the woods, horses in the paddocks as we leave the barn…
But yes, Exurbia is indeed at times a scary place. Especially when the deerflies start sniggering and making bets about how many of them it will take to pick up an equine and fly away with it. 
So, this naturally leads to concern about the deerflies and their ability to congregate, and generally make a nuisance of themselves. Or is it just the juvenile delinquent deerflies which are the problem? They probably just didn’t have a good home life.
So, what is the lifting power of a single deerfly, and how much does the horse weigh? If I were you, I would make some careful calculations, so that when the critical number of deerflies is being approached, you can cautiously perambulate in an alternate direction, lest they abscond with your beloved quadruped.