Friends and locals! I have decided to sell away my books, comics, records, and various other novelties. This is an exercise in enlightenment and unburdening, even though I love my books more than pretty much any other material thing in the world. It is to make room for bigger and better things. I thought the best way to do this was by blogging my stuff for sale, a bit at a time. So help me out by having a look, and let me know if you see something you want!
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I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
Today sucked so bad I don’t even know how to effectively gripe about it.
I’ve successfully pollinated five of my orchids… The stigmas have swollen and closed shut and the petals are dying off. Fingers crossed for some seed pods!
Sleep vs. back-to-back Game of Thrones… Which will win?? (Hint: not sleep.)
WWMD (What Would MacGyver Do?)
OK, so just when I was convinced the charm of Epic had worn off thanks to work, study, travel, sickness, and drama… I went down an elevator that had an “extra” button for a floor lower than the ground floor. Out of curiosity and a sense of adventure, I pushed the magical button, and it was like Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory down there! A myriad of connecting underground tunnels lined with shimmering, phsychadelic walls, weird art, and twinkling fiber optic star ceilings. I know all of Epic’s buildings are connected by a series of underground tunnels, but these were going off into the hills, not sure where. I had to turn back, but I really want to know where those tunnels went.
Extremely sad that I must pour this partially consumed bottle of lovely Chilean wine down the drain, but I can’t take it with me.
I foresee cheese of the fresh Wisconsin variety in my near future…
Last night I dreamt I traveled back in time to an alternate futuristic version of the 1950s, where everything was, in fact, in black and white. I met the female inventor of a popular television robot before she was famous. Then I played a game of dodgeball where movement was restricted vertically to ladders, the dodge balls were made of flubber, and gravity was shifted by 90 degrees… This is pretty much how I dream every night
Onwards and upwards, ladies and gentlemen!
Fortune cookie gods say: “You will make many changes before settling satisfactorily.” Amen, cookie gods.
What is it with Bettas and their suicidal tendencies?? There was almost another garbage disposal incident this morning!
Me: “Jacob, do you have any homework?” Jacob: “Define homework…”
This morning in my half sleep as I listened to the neighbor’s annoying roosters I remember thinking, “The time between a rooster’s crows has no direct correlation to it’s distance from me.” Then when I woke up I realized that didn’t make any sense.