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Finally! I felt weird having my coffee at the sticky tables in the Lounge. Plus, bar coffee is just nasty.
(actually I think Andi makes it fresh every morning). But, I do agree about the tables — my mug stuck to some spilled catsup a couple of times.
This is much nicer.
Great happy hour yesterday SN. You are a great host.
Are you playing hookey today?
No, I’m just not settled into lurker phase yet.
I don’t usually participate in the breakfast talk — I’m not much of a morning person. Must be the remaining effects of your cafes last night.
Happy lurking then. I’ve got lots o’crap to do today so I’ll be gone mostly. Happy day.
have a good day and remember — achieve and enjoy. (That’s on one of those stupid motivational pictures that used to hang in one of our break rooms.)
Hi, MaryB — I’m peeking in for a quick “hello” — I really should be in the car, but I’m not!
I was reading that so fast I thought you said you WERE in the car. Thank the goddess you aren’t! Drive carefully Kb. See you at happy hour tonight.
For some inexplicable reason I came fully awake around 7:00 and am now cheerily playing hooky from my work pile since I’m still technically asleep for another hour. Woot! No tea, but I don’t really need it. I peeked my head into the drinks on the house lounge–what a shambles. Does somebody have to clean that up? Or does it just fwhish get whisked away on the morning breeze? There are some definite pluses to this whole electronic cafe thing.
Got a ton of writing to do today along with throwing together another class proposal. The Loft wants me to come teach again and I’ve been debating whether to go another round of intro fantasy or to run a master class. I’m leaning toward the former since the prep is done already. Then I can teach a master class next spring and draw from two classes worth of my own students. I’m also thinking about running a three hour workshop on writing combat for fantasy–I used to be a martial artist and fencer back when my knees were a lot younger.
Anywho (yes, I meant to spell it that way) I think I’ll buzz around the web a bit more in my unexpected free window. TTFN!
Good morning to all! I’ll be in and out, see ya later!
Warmish – mid to upper 60’s – and sunny. Feeling energized so I’m going to clear my office desk to make room for new “stuff”. And it’s time to redecorate – take down a snowy mountain picture and put up flowers!
I’ll drop in and out as I can…
Hugs to everyone….coffee is hot and ready!
We all still wear that stuff!
And probably shouldn’t even go to the pagan robe attire for early morning and midnight rituals, etc!
influence. The momma dog was outside taking a break so I thought it would be a great time to teach the babies how to sing. My momma dog isn’t vocal and we used to have a poodle that would teach everybody how to “talk” on cue. It can be important for therapy dogs who need to be able to signal things to have their voice. Our last litter without our poodle didn’t really get the voice thing. I guess I’ll have to play poodle this time. I stood over their box and howled for about two minutes. They started out with barking but I did have three graduate to howling. The best one is the bittiest one. She is a delicate little girl and “Darwin” is three times as big as she is now. We just about lost her too over the hypoglycemia episode. She stayed with me for 24 hours and I fed her replacement formula and she slept on a heating pad….as soon as she felt better though she wanted no more of that phony milk stuff and starting fighting eating it like a wild cat and wanted back with her mother NOW! She is as comfortable though already with people as she is her sibs and her mother and she is very small and delicate and howls like a wolf! I think she is an old soul.
Oh, how I wish we had sound & video of your singing lessons! Nothing, and I mean nothing, makes me laugh harder than humans and dogs howling together. It’s one of the world’s happiest sounds.
You are such a wonderful dog mom.
gonna go fishing today, but after close inspection of the water, I think I’ll pass. Don’t want to end up like this:
Just when I was thinking no one would notice my beautiful picture up there…Thakn you, ManEe!
That picture is tres creepy, Cabin Girl. It’s giving me flashbacks to the time my mom, who used to trek me to the beach every single weekend, oh-so-wisely allowed me to watch Jaws when I was in, like, first grade. I’m still irrationally terrified of sharks.
I’m the same way about alligators. Ick.
revolves around the giant squid. Hey kansas, remember when you hired Ed the Squid as the cafe bouncer? We served calamari that night after I got through with him.
We really need to do a FBC trivia contest someday…
I’d forgotten about that! Good times with (burp) Ed.
I’m afraid of gators, too. Oh, and ducks. Shut-up. ;p
I can’t stand water beetles. But the nice thing about this fear that it can be overcome by the wonderful sound they make when I step on them.
I derive a perverse pleasure from eating roast duck.
I fear Canadian Geese. Meanest things everh.
I think they’re fine, given sufficient room.
We generally have a flock or two stop by the pond down below during migration. I like seeing & hearing them there. Any direct experience of nature’s wild rhythms is fine by me.
On the other hand, a neighbor of mine hates them so much that he’ll step on any eggs he finds on his land — which is thoroughly grotesque behavior, to my mind.
Why does that picture make me feel like I’m looking in the mirror?
On another note: here an idiot question for y’all:
How do you post pics in comments and/or diaries?
I’ll step in here (though this may be a repeat by the time I’m done): you need to host the image at a site like Photobucket or ImageShack. I find Photobucket extremely easy to use.
Images for posting shouldn’t measure more than about 350 — I believe Photobucket will do it for you, but I do it with Photoshop.
Transfer the image from your desktop to your image hosting account; with Photobucket, a tag appears under the photo. Copy & paste the tag into your post where you want it (preview to check it).
Presto!
Oh boy, that sounds complicated. Thanks tho. Think I’ll save that for another day.
It is grotesque. He should scramble them up with some butter and scallions.
(I KID. I really am quite afraid of most large fowl, though, so jokes like these are just reflexive. But just because it should probably be said: I mean no harm, would never step on some goose’s egg, and think your neighbor is kind-of an asshole.)
Understood — & we aren’t the only ones who think so, apparently. He’s ticked off environmentally concerned members of the community to such an extent that they’ve been known to dump dead deer in his garden.
Also asshole behavior, but there you go. Like attracts like.
I’m the same way about toilets and… Sissy Spacek 🙂
What’s wrong with CabinGirl’s photo?? 🙂
Made me think of hawwwwwwwwwwwkey
I need coffee…I just made 2 consecutive posts with typos. Argh.
Good thing I haven’t started working yet today.
(delurking) I was prepared to feel sympathy for you.
But after reading those posts, I think it was your conscience telling you that by changing your vote you were enabling a procrastinator AND adding to the work load of your fellow users.
No coffee for you!
Enabler? Moi? I was just thinking I should go back and offer to trade a massage for a re-vote! 🙂
Some girls will do anything for influence.
Me, I only do massages in the cafe, never on the front page.
Yep.
I was reading a Booman diary and someone was talking about being able to edit a comment. No please, don’t add that ability to the site. I’ll be here all day fixing my typos and putting in the words that I leave out. My brain outpaces my fingers right now and doesn’t seem to understand that it is doing that.
je suis arivee dans les etats unis. after a 38 hour trip and an absence of 14 years, I have arrived back in the United States.
I know you shrank the currency, but gee whiz, nobody told me you shrank the size of the newspapers!!
many wonderful things have happened. A SF cop sang to me and hugged me. the air is scented with eucalyptus, something I have not seen or smelled for the 24 years since I’ve been away from California.
beautiful, beautiful, beautiful is how I find it. And as the quantum physicists have demonstrated perception is the co-creative function in reality…. The World Is What You Make It.
You’re in San Francisco?? Where?
Dear Hot Woman From Kansas,
Before I left I logged into to Boo Mapping, and I saw a photo of you and one of kansas. You are a gorgeous woman!!
Took small plane from SF to SACTO. I am in my brother-in-laws office, with the fish tank and a beautiful glass topped l shaped desk. Will not be in SF again until next week.
Must go change my BooBearings. No longer a world diarist. love to you and all the BooTrib women, and all the BooTrib men.
M. Suskind
Another Type of Californian
I’ll love you forever!
i’ll love you right back. and just 4 today I will eat moderately of the best organic food California can grow….. try to limit my caffeine intake… and check in with my friends…
wow wow wow.
another song:
i’m picking up good vibrations.
you can regain a working email…I’d send you a Gmail invite, but you have to have a working email first (it’s a bit odd)…
Weather is absolutely gorgeous according to the spouse; I’d be happy to give you the credit for that… 😉
i’ve got a working e mail.
got the stuff.
looking forward to the pow-wow.
can’t wait to go back and do the town. lived in Berkeley during the mid 70’s. oooh boy. this is getting good.
tell me who’s running, and I’ll put on my Nike’s (insert appropriate manufacturer)
Like CaliScribe – we’d love to see you when you get back into the SF area….
I’m north across the bridge in Marin….drinks are on me!
If I recall correctly, which I do, the night you posted your photo infidel pig and I had a fight over who would get to make a move on you.
you’re so attractive you’re DANGEROUS.
however, I understand that Mr. Cat has the situation well in hand… so if I wear heat-protective clothing, I’d be happy to meet and raise a glass with you. If I seem stand-offish and removed, just remember it’s because you are just too magnetic !!!!
And never believe photos – I throw away the ones that I don’t like and only keep the flattering ones!
More like the real me Only now I’m much older!
Hey Mom liked this one…she said it was accurate…so I kept it!
please forward on to Mr. Cat.
remind me to write a piece on “Why I Love This Child.” I’m sure it is very accurate… not the pensive difficult moody female child she nay appear to be, but the deep and thoughtful child we believe in and value.
the world and all that’s in it are for this child.
I can tell you’ve spent years out of the U.S. The most charming men I’ve every met were from Europe or Canada! You may have been U.S. born but you definitely have the European charm….!
Is it getting warm in here???
going through customs and security was only made possible through the good graces of the US State Department and the American Embassy. Turns out I am a citizen in good standing.
See:
When it was my turn to be frisked, a beautiful black woman of a certain age and magnificent physical beauty… a LARGE woman, made the moves towards me.
I lifted my arms and said, “What can I do for you?”
She ran her hands down to my considerable inner tube and I said, “You’re holding on to my fat !!”
“We’ve all got it,” she said.
I am not charming. I’ve been wearing the same pair of trousers for five days, although I did bathe last night for the first time in the same amount. Socks, after day three, may have to be disposed of.
No, Ms. Cat, I am not charming. I am sincere. I honor what is honorable, and I love what I love, and I say what I mean. You are more than the sum of your parts, and this photo shows an aspect of your soul-nature.
All of our cells are completely renewed within every seven years. So, we are not what we were. What we are is soul-deep. a consoling thought to any child-soul in an ever-changing package.
Do not distract me !! I’m working on two essays:
geez !! must go hum a few bars of:
used to sing this one in many a dark and smoky pub. yes, my version is somewhat bitter. it’s a deep deep love.
We are all shapes and sizes and depending on M or F all have the same parts. I’ve never understood the phenomena of perceived attractiveness. And we all are subjected to the comments about it. We could probably do an entire rant on ‘the media’ and how it affects our own and each other’s perceptions of charming or attractive!
I love people of all sizes and shapes and colors – as long as they have a slightly to reasonably warped personality (like me!).
So Mr.Suskind sir….you are definitely warped like me – therefore I hereby dub thee…charming!
See:
PASSPORT PARTY
WE ARE NOT SCREWED
That’s too damn cute!!!! (((Sally))))
Are you in SF for a few days, or did you trek directly up to Sacramento?
Many of us natives complain about the eucalyptus (especially when we have to clean up after the damn things), but I suppose that everything can be seen in a new light when you’ve been away so long. Heck, even the disaster area known as the apartment looked beautiful to me last night when I returned home from my two nights away…
The most beautiful words I ever heard: “Welcome Home.”
ooh you cali scribe !! I remember at UC Berkeley during the 70’s how people went on about those darn eucalyptus trees and the amount of litter they created.
not bothered by wierd rampant vegetation today.
who’s in the California Senate Race?
who’s in Congress?
going to the Sacto Library today to become a member.
have a few job opportunities lined up that look extremely interesting.
another song:
everwhere you go, you take the weather with you!
I am suffering from a disease of contagious optimism…
Hugs Suskind. So glad to hear from ya and to know you are doing well. I love your excitement. It is rubbing off here in TN…good to have you back home, again…
Welcome back. Glad you made it safely.
You’ll find we’ve shrunk a lot of things — worst of all seems to be overall intelligence of the country.
And our ethics have gone subatomic.
We’ve also moved even closer to no actual government (rather than a single branch) — just a gang of spooks, goons & profiteers topped with a born-again hologram.
Now see, if this wasn’t actually happening, it’d make a fantastic plot for a suspense-type TV show on FX or the Sci-Fi Channel or something.
They’d never be able to show it — too scary.
California organic?? WHAT??!!! We couldn’t afford to eat well in California.
We can only now afford organic here in Oregon.
Glad you made it to San Francisco! When you ever get to Portland give me a holler! I’ll take you to the best co-op, local grown, organic store EVER 🙂
will be served in this room of the cafe so that way you don’t have to go back outside in the frigid winter air
Puget4 looks down from aloft on the Gooseyacht and its admiral.
I’m afraid though the Gooseyacht will need a transomectomy before there’s enough room aboard for lounging.
Was sooooo nice to wake up in my own bed this morning! And looking forward to getting out to do some assorted errands. My mom-in-law showed me some of the strength-training exercises she’s learned at physical therapy, that can be done sitting/lying down…and I’ve decided that they would be great to do when watching TV to keep me moving! So, I’m off to find a set of handweights and a few other items…after a healthy breakfast, of course…
For Kansas, KMc or anyone else who needs it (myself included):
Will see you folks later…
Much appreciated!
Hey, all — good morning! Good to see you.
Yet another windy, blustery day here in the northeast mountains, with a few snow flurries expected. I’m primed to get to the ‘must do’ chores — just peeped in to say hello.
Thanks to everyone for the lovely images above!
Oh, & fyi (as we move ever closer to an oil-free future): firewood that hasn’t dried out properly before use is a drag!
We had a wood stove for heat in Nor. Calif.
One season we got green wood. When they hauled it to me, I told the guy – that’s not seasoned. He pooh poohed it all and assured me I was just silly.
That winter was the worst.
The freaking wood would sizzle due to the moisture IF I could get it lit. One cold morning I resorted to white fuel to get it going. Not a good idea.
But I got really mad. I got ahold of his home phone #. And so every morning at 6 am as we were trying to get a fire going in the house – for about 3 weeks, I called his number and politely hoped that he was having a wonderful morning on this brisk, wintry day. As I cut tons of kindling to get his “seasoned” wood maybe to go. One morning his number was disconnected.
So I took a photo of the “seasoned” wood. Got the film developed and made a few signs for the post office bulletin board so that I could assure all in the small neigbhorhood just how much the wood cost and whom to call for such “seasoned” wood.
Green wood sucks.
Geez girl….you have a downright nasty streak! And I am sooooo jealous – I want one just like it!
All I can say is: good for you, DJ. When you’ve only got a firewood heat source, this is serious business.
Generally my firewood has plenty of time to dry after summer processing, but this year’s been incredibly damp. When my soulmate was still on earth we had plenty of firewood cut & stacked a year in advance, but now that I’m on my own it’s a different ball o’ newspaper.
this is my mind on drugs
This is the new chat thread starter for a small group of crazy hockey chatters. I always create the new threads… I use a quote by a fellow chatter named Winterhawk… the rest I have no idea where it comes from.
Feel free to take a gander 🙂
Please wipe the drool off your chins and head on over to the new cafe!
(Don’t forget to unrecommend this one)