ok, i've been holding out on you guys.

things have turned ugly with the housemate/tennant i evicted. how ugly you ask? the police have been to my house a lot this week. once on monday, twice on tuesday, and twice today.

property has been destroyed or stolen. mild assualt was involved. my house was dusted. people were arrested.


they decided they didn't want to have to come back to my house again. i told them that, the only way to ensure that one of us doesn't call the police for some sort of domestic disturbance is to make sure that she leaves.

so they'll be here tomorrow morning bright and early. in fact, the Sherrif himself might attend. i'll be serving them donuts and coffee, while they escort the roommate out of my house... even though legally she can stay until the 29th.


ob la dee ob la dah life goes on, yeah.

sarah is that the roomate that was bangin headboards all the time?? I though that cat left, or am i thinking of someone else's roomate troubles

I remember room-mate from hell days. The absolute worst was when I desparately needed a roomie, so I let this young girl move in. The third day she lived with me, believe it or not, she was kidnapped by some gang types because she had a gun of theirs. When she moved out, she gave one of her "friends" her calling card number which they proceeded to rack up $300 in phone calls before I got the next bill. Luckily, the phone company did not charge me for these calls after I called them about the situation. She had really long dark curly hair, and I dreamt one time that one of her disgusting hairballs that she would leave in the tub became alive. Thank God those days are over.

BANGING MY HEAD INCESSANTLY AGAINST THE WALL

eating glass.

begging sarah for details, details....

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yes, this is the headboard banging screamer.

she's a nutcase. it turns out she's a pathological liar, an alcoholic, and perhaps mildly schizophrenic with a tendency toward violence. even after living with her for 2 weeks, i suspected she might have mild autism. either way, she's full blown looney.

she's threatening litigation, which is fine, because it's always better to be sued than have to sue. the threats are empty though, because she does not have the resources to persue litigation, and furthermore, i'm not collectible. i mean, the most expensive thing i own is my computer, and it's a P100, 32meg, 2.1 gig system built in 1995. she'd get maybe $100 out of me. and besides, the countersuit for damages would cripple her.

the good news is that she will be gone in, oh, about 10 minutes. the police are still here, overseeing the event. she has everything moved out of the house and needs to make one more trip.

when she's gone i'll turn the water back on, put the burners back in the stove and plug in the oven and put the house back in order.

but i gotta go, Officer Yi wants some more coffee.

alone (with 46 other animals) on the mountain once again. slothfulness, decrepitude, gluttony. or perhaps peace, fasting and meditation.

i moved the horses to their summer range, now i have to get up even earlier to put on their masks and spray them before going to work. baby ducks doubled in size the day after they hatched. Lucy is insanely jealous, broody, thinking she needs more babies. NOT!

i resolved the dancing teacher issue quite nicely. everyone happy, for the moment. going to catch up on messages.

is on the wagon again.....pills and booze, ...well in short..i TOO am on the mountain....with many animals.......

wishing she could get the hell out of this narrow-minded town.

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OK, OK, it's me. It's me. Just answer the question, OK?
Cyst please don't go.
Semillama please come back.
Swine, where are you?

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i'm eating glass and laying low until all that drug-induced sickening drivel i wrote goes away, margret.

makes me cringe everytime i pull this page up.

just say no, kids.

otherwise you could end up with a mouthful of glass, like me.

shit. i just spilled coffee all over my docking station.

eat glass.

i didn't think it was that bad, swine. it sort of sounded like an excerpt from "bright lights, big city." i thought it was kind of cool. i understand your embarrassment, though.

i am going to see "big daddy" today. don't ask me why.

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drinkin at work again.

lalala.

that's horseshit man. i'm the scapegoat again.

nice CNN shirt, Mark.


oh, if anyone cares, i'm leaving sunday for two weeks. i'll know you'll all miss me desperately. i'll be all up and down california, San Diego, LA, bay area, high sierras, wine country, bay area, Monterrey, Big Sur...

can't wait to see what kinda trouble we can stir up this year. rock n roll.

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wondering sarah, what will be up to in LA? wondering if she will visit the Henry Miller Mueseum and gallery in Bug Sur, planning a trip there myself as we speak.

woke up this morning, plugged in the machine and started vioently pounding away on the heavy groove i've been working on. it's getting pretty old and not really going anywhere. i stopped to get a beer out of the fridge and am just now noticing that someone down the street is practicing drum rolls and someone up the street is playing guitar. really well. little wing morphed into wish you were here back into more hendrix grooves and now it's just mellow blues.
if i wasn't feeling like such a misanthrope i'd go out and track him/her/it down.
maybe next week.

planning, of course. planning to clean up the mess caused by slothfulness, decrepitude and gluttony. i'm in the scoping stage right now, just considering "what if i do it?". by the time i get around to the environmental impacts of what if i don't (no project, no overriding considerations) the day should be over and of course cleaning stuff at night is only for meth heads and i would never do that. again.

so the forecast is for a good day. last night i discovered that a bat colony has moved into the old bunkhouse. i noticed because they exploded out just as i was passing from the horse area at sunset. i have a bat house, unoccupied; i have a bat colony just outside my bedroom window, under the eave space. this must be a new group. between the geese, ducks and the bats, there are not a lot of bugs to annoy me and lots of nutritous food items for the flying mammals.

one of the Pathetic Vicodin Hounds got a duckling. not exactly on purpose, it kind of flew into her mouth, which then closed.

i'm going to Lois The Good's place to pick up some honeysuckle cuttings, to plant near the front steps.

packin the cooler with Tecate, rollin one, stuffin the chips and dip in the cooler and heade for Malibu, lovely day at the beach indeed.......going to watch the baywatch honeys do their thing.......i just might forget how to swim today.....

oj, this is the last time i am falling for it. climbing out onto _____________(classified) because the hound is sounding "you gotta come up here, this is the biggest thing i have ever seen, really, i swear this is IT!" then ignoring it for two hours, then finally caving, putting on the half chaps, going out there, to find it's the same damn bear in the same damn hole.

taking the lon g way homoe through The Bad Lois' pond with the cows, collapsing in the wet vineyard, dragging ourselves into the house for a rest and a couple gallons H20.

never again. never. no matter what.

Another day in rural suburbia, if you can imagine that. Went and fed & watered my friend's cats, dogs, and plants. Mowed the lawn, yelled at my dogs, fertilized my garden, made the kids a pancake breakfast. A good day so far.

Went and saw the atty. yesterday, no word from X yet. Maybe the letter thing was a stall tactic. When we first saw the atty., he was a little hesitant to go aggressively after what we wanted. (child support and minor visitation changes) Now that he has had the pleasure of dealing with her, he's being pretty gung ho. To give you an idea, he recommended to the X that she seek an atty's advice. She answered "Why?" Duh.

Trip to Victoria is all set. Fly to Seattle, ferry over on the Victoria Clipper, four nights at a B&B, high tea at the Empress. We want to go to some museums, and I have to see Buchart Gardens. I can hardly wait.

While the Imperial Ruler is busy with technical matters, I can indulge my burning desire to compulsively post. I have to be sneaky, I know it's against the law, and I don't want to get in any Trouble that's Capital Tee.

All I need to say is that Rosemary is not big, but she is very fast. In herp world as in human life, speed is an equalizer. And if she lives a long time, she will get big eventually.

Contrast that with the local wolverine, who moves majestically and never rushes, as she fears nothing. Huge territory, lots of food items, no enemies. A good life.

The horses are drinking from a frog-infested water vessel. I don't know if they filter out the little things as they drink, but I do know that goldfish have disappeared from there. I need to discover what happens after the horse swallows the fish/frog. Not sure yet how to do this. Such a pain to be cameraless when there are three horses divvying up a wheelbarrow load of sweet peas in all colors.

I planted the honeysuckle from Lois The Good, and have a project in mind for the duck flock. Fluck dock. Lock fuck. Cock full. Nevermind, I got distracted there for a moment. To accomplish my plans, I need $10 and a shovel. I already have a shovel, and can easily get $10. Then the fun starts. Progress report in due time.

6/26/99, 9:43 PM
sarah is:

frantic.

too much to accomplish before i get on the big petri dish to california.

breath.


in through the nose...

out throught the mouth...


concentrate.


must.

locate.

toothbrush.

getting ready for bed, washing feet after a peripatetic day. very proud of myself for getting back from Doraville and to on public transportation, walk to bus to train to bus to walk, being undaunted by and even enjoying the rain, and leaving no posessions behind. don't know if i could achieve this feat more than 1 day a year though. and couldn't have done it without the internet.

observation from packing:

there are three categories of panties.

1. dark colored
2. light colored
3. flowered


fabric type is irrelevant when deciding which to bring during travel, except when you have to have 14 clean pair, and then there is little decision-making involved.

by the time i get to Big Sur i will probably be in desperate need of a shower (unless i can hose off with the geese at sheila's place). but by god, i will have clean panties!

strength caomes in all forms.

amanda.

human life can be oh so valuable.

congratulations, swine. is this your new baby niece?

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in deep.

And that would be with both feet.

Mmm
Mmmm
Mmmmm

http://members.tripod.com/~X_kerri_X/2index.html

sweating profusely after a nice afternoon hike.

It wasn't Diamondhead or Mt. Tam. Just a nearby hill that always offers me a strenuous workout, a beautiful view and an occasional doe for the freezer, usually without having to encounter another human being in the process.

...

I did manage to bring home four ticks, too. Unfortunately they were unable to stay for dinner.

Feeling like I need a fuckin' PHD to read WAYD lately...Damn, when I come and read all the postings lately, I feel like.....not only falling the fuck asleep but that I also need to be like a fuckin' SHRINK or some shit.....what ever happened to the BRIEF, QUICK postings that I used to come and read each day?????
Good Lord just make it stop.......

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I'm practically on top of the heater. It's so cold here... the frosty kind of cold that makes your nose and your ears and your fingers go numb.

I think I need to buy a woolly hat.

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Sweating profusely after a Melvins moshpit. I've been living in this town for nearly a year now and one of the reasons I moved here was because I used to have such good times here as a teenager. There used to be a club here called the Tropicana. It was an all ages punk club but it was much more than that. Since I moved here, I'v never really been able to remember where exactly the Trop was. I know which block it was on but the storefronts all look different now. So I walk into Club Liquid, (nice 90's club name, huh?) and they're playing "cherub" by the butthole surfers and it was , I think, the first real flashback I've ever had. I saw the BHS in '84 at that very place. I confirmed with the bartender across the street that Club Liquid is indeed the on the same site of the old Tropicana. Walking through those doors was a truly incredible experience for me. The first time I ever saw the Melvins was also at that place. They, along with Green River and the He-Sluts, opened for Slayer. I missed Slayer, opting for some booty instead. Tonight's show was exactly the way a punk show should be: fun and energetic. There was none of the "I'm cooler than the band" posturing, no testosterone-powered elbows and knees, no "look at me!" stage-divers (I didn't come here to see you, ya fuck, get off the stage. I hate stage-divers). Tonight, there was camaraderie. Everyone bouncing off each other. No hostility. It was the spirit of the Tropicana. It was probably also a fluke. I bought Agatha a grrly-style Melvins shirt and I bought Cleo a 2-headed Melvins baby-doll. If I hadn't lost my $200 gay-man glasses I would rate the evening a perfect 10. I give it a 9.8.

Oh yeah, Melvins were divine, as always, and I wish I had Buzz's hair.

exclaiming, "Can I hear an 'Amen,' Danipoo???"

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waiting for some cheese to accompany all this fine whine we're experiencing.

online
got cut off last monday and haven't been able to get on till today.
someone gave a back door password & login, still don't know what the problem is with my account
though i think it's possible i may have changed my password or something one night when i was drunk and just don't remember.
i'll call them later this afternoon.

wondering whether that woman is really "the look of New York" or not. To me, she belongs on the fashion bloopers pages of Glamour, where they black out the persons's eyes but just show their clothing faux-pas. It was going fine up to the skirt, which was a questionable match, but the shoes... and no stockings...

duck pool success.

Sheila, what about swans?

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they need more water area than i have year round. it would be grand to have a pair, but i can't provide the proper habitat. when i bought this place, there were four geese that came with the land. now there are nine geese and ten ducks. the geese are free to roam during the day but are enclosed safely at night. the ducks need protection all the time because of the predators, so they have an adjacent but separate facility. i never meant to raise waterfowl, it just happened. if swans happen, i'll do whatever i must to take care of them. but it's unlikely.

i read a fine novel about a woman who had a pen and a cob, and she sometimes sat on the nest herself. she also fantasized about killing people with what she called "homemade weapons". i can't remember the title, but i will.

The letter from the X was just her counter-offer, which wasn't much of an offer at all so much as an attempt to have her cake and eat it too. So the atty. is drawing up some papers for her to sign, and if she doesn't, off to court we go. We certainly didn't need to wait 3 weeks for the damn drivel. The waiting makes me nuts.

doing the pop-in.

Hola peeples! Como estas?

And feeling like shit myself lately. Work is a goddamned pain in the ass. I want out of that fuckin lunatic bin ASAP....

One staff member *ahem* "hurt" her back 3 fuckin weeks ago. Says she tripped over some boxes that were stacked up in the hall.

Bullshit!

How convenient to hurt yourself the day before a staff retreat that she didn't want to go to anyway.

How convenient to hurt yourself while at work, thus resulting in workers comp.

How convenient to hurt yourself in a manner that does not show up on x-rays.

How convenient indeed.

I'm bitter. Does it show?

Yes, but what are you doing?

I'm still analyzing the photograph. I now notice that there is no sign of blouse under the jacket. Doesn't mean there isn't one, but... the neckline would have to be fairly low.

The eyes could be blue, or those could be tinted glasses, or there could be reflections.

The woman appears to be looking directly at the photographer, knowingly, without recoil. But she's not posed, she's in motion. A model?

The woman with the blue hair has a much better sense of style, her outfit picks up the hair color nicely.

�����.at home, bored, going to Spaceland tonite to see RL Burnside, should be good but I am tired, had to work, have to work tomorrow, the "space brownies" at a friends BD party wore me out. I love Otis Redding, if only practiced what he preached, oh well�.the wifey is a napping, and my cats have heard it all before��they just look at me with the cutest damn eyes, they are so coy and are superb at making me loose track of whatever it was that I was bitching about to begin with. I gotta love the talent, but I am always too exhausted after their seductive ways, I forget what i talking about to begin with.. Ahh the wifey looks so sweet, napping in the afternoon sun. Her back all red from our visit to the beach on Saturday�.she burns easily, she turns pink, kind like the inside of a chicken, cooked rare, (note: have only seen chicken served that pink in a French restaurant, ��fuck the French)�.. a nap is something I could benefit from, but I don't wanna, I am cooking dinner (chicken & waffles), despite my lack of appetite, I know I will need it when I come home @ 1 or 2am. There is nothing to drink in the house but brita water, gotta love the brita, I am too lazy to even hit "G" in the elevator and go a half a block to the quickie mart, thing is, I live on top of a steep hill, and well being a professional smoker and tea head and all, I figure it's best to coordinate my outings in with my shopping. The damned thing is, I usually take a bh before I leave the house and hence forget the essentials like a bottle of coke, or juice that I put off earlier.

Summer is kinda sensual these days��..the heat seems to weigh on you, like that of a warm body just suspended above you, you can barely feel a nipple, a belly, their breath, their hair dangling above, it's warm but not like a downtown, sweaty, serious flesh friction kinda sensation, more subtle, eyes closed, you know they are there, it tickles it tingles, its warm, the occasional cool breeze from the fan or window, jolts you a bit, wakes you up only to be taunted by the next blanket of heat-flesh��.the blue skies lately have relaxed the eyes, and the bright yet delicate sunsets induce laziness and some sort appreciation, for what, I have many answers, but the lazies give me time to contemplate and organize everything I am grateful fore, the catch is I also tangle with thoughts of things I fear. Though I am good at stamping those thoughts out, they never cease to taunt me here and there��

Mmmm, that was a stange text��

Waffles are served

saw the first big rattler of this year on my place. in the duck pool project i disturbed some underground burrows, so there were squirrels moving to new locations. this guy was probably a tenant in one of their subterranean mazes and came out to hunt.

one of the Vicodin Hounds gave that "I see a snake" bark (very distinctive) and i looked and there it was, coiled, hiding, not rattling. I brought all the dogs in for their own good, and when I went back, he was gone.

i had just been in there closing the goose gate; i'm surprised he let the geese walk right by, and me too.

Wondering how Mark gets so many photos that look as though the subject was looking right into the camera.

Wondering if he snaps them on the fly & just keeps walking /or if he has a hidden camera hook-up.

And wondering if we'll someday see a 2nd photo after the initial shot/where some guy in the Witness Protection Program realizes he's just been photographed & proceeds to pound our Mark into a pulp.

Wondering if they'll fry that guy who confessed to killing his own son in order to fuck w/his wife. Wondering what sewer he'll have to crawl into to find a defense atty. And
what t.v. show or movie or mental impairment they'll try to blame it on this time.

Wondering where God was when he picked up that plastic & smothered his own baby to death...

Hey God? I'll be up for a little while longer /if You wanna talk...

repeating myself for the benefit of Mademoiselle.

I WAS doing the pop-in, like I said.

NOW I am just reiterating.

Making myself clear.

ClearER.



Or maybe not....

Yeah, that outfit was baaaad. And I don't mean good bad. Just bad. Hell, I live in rural Idaho, and even I know that it's a rotten outfit.

Didn't go to work today. The lady I garden for is a freind, so no excuses needed, just a "I'll be there tomorrow." She knows that I don't work often, but when I do, I work hard. I also garden for my neighbor, and she's the same way. It's a "whenever" type of work. As long as their places are kept up, they don't care when I show up.

Trying to find the message board which had the last remark titled "What's wrong with Disney"
my reply: i don't know but. . .
"Where's Heckle and Jeckle?"
if Walt Disney hadn't needed an animation of plants growing (for Fantasia), John Ott wouldn't have noted that during the time-lapse photography of seedlings growing and unfolding - the necessity of sunlight (or what he invented, the Ott bulb for full-spectrum lighting)- well, the fact is that fluorescent lighting/unnatural lighting causes plants to die and does harm to peoples. check out "full spectrum lighting" or the Ott light. . . they are offered for sale in "Tools for Exploration" catalog. Remedy for S.A.D. Season Affective Disorder, depression from not enough sun-light hitting the pituitary gland through the eyes. a real problem when the nights are 6 months long . . etc. Winter blues. . .

I've been digging out old photos I took in college.
Thats about 30 years ago. And screwing with them in photoshop. Very interesting. I accidentally came across your site. i have been an amateur photographer for 40 years. Spending the last 10 years in a slump. Your photos have inspired me. Wish me luck. If anything good happens I will put them on a website and let you know about it.

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i was trying to get info
on buying an air con and
typed in Nobody beats the
wiz and got your receipt.
earlier today i wrote a
little thing to send to
the metropolitan diary in
the NY times. but i don't
think i'll send it. god
I'

staring at the white jelly bean I got out of the machine... wondering what flavour it could possibly be... they're not JellyBellys, so it's not popcorn... coconut? pina colada? crack?
I wonder.
I'm scared.
*deep breath*
Here we go....











hmm.
you know how every freezee (frozen juice in a plastic tube) had a flavour except the white ones?
That's what this is.
It's sugar flavoured.
How boring.

eating easy cheese on top of Triscuits while rubbing loion on my sunburned knees. Damn it hurts! And I wish I had something better to eat.

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finally back home after flying out to chitown early this morning to take care of the ridiculous business.

"what? she's confused? well, hell! have him fly out to hold her hand and make it all better!"

bastards.

finished early and met up with chris out in the strange and sterile 'burbs. downtown chicago seems like a pretty cool place, though. i'll have to go back when i have time to hang out and do some damage.

i was pretty much oblivious most of the time, but one thing i did notice was the complete absence of Officer Friendly. didn't see one cop the whole day. not stuck on 94 at 5PM during what must be one of the top 5 worse traffic nightmares in the country, not cruising around downtown looking for fish to nibble on bait, and not pushing 110mph back to O'Hare on those oh-so-convenient expresslanes.

what i did see were a hell of a lot of psychedelic, multi-colored bulls. bulls everywhere. in the streets, on the sidewalks, on top of churches, jumping out of the #&$(&@! trees...

god damn.

enough with the bulls, already.

Why is the Search for New Msgs. page suddenly deconstructed? Where's all the text?

And the Results of Search page won't load -- it keeps coming up blank.

And to think I got out of bed for this.

up too early.

i think he changed the font color from yellow to black, so you can't see the text. Set your color preferences to "Always use my colors" and make background different from font, and you'll see it.

you do use Netscape don't you

going to clean up my office space. seeing office cam has inspired me. mine is ten times worse, only with fauna and its detritus.

eating sunflower seeds. avoiding work.

i have a lot to do before july.

Nothing in particular.