5/8/06
Ad-free for nearly seven years and its going to stay that way.
spottles
Sunday morning I awoke to discover that Spot was entranced by something outside the bedroom window. Her hindquarters were wiggling slightly per the feline victory dance and I could hear a bird chirping and peeping outside over the driveway. Now I didn't see her victim but at least Spot had enough common sense not to pounce otherwise she would've gotten a bump on the noggin.
fireflies
I really like fireflies. Most times I miss seeing them in the early summertime. Sure there are fireflies in the west but they only glow during the larval phase and the adults are unspectacular. While I was contributing to Wikipedia, the encyclopedia that almost anyone can edit, I worked on the firefly article and began to regret my choice of time to go to New Jersey. Late June and early July are the best months for fireflies.
Next year, I'll consider vacationing out in Tennessee to watch the synchronized fireflies up in the Great Smoky Mountains. From what I've discovered on the internet, synchronized fireflies are a commonplace occurence in the Appalachians but the phenomena requires specific criteria. Most times this only happens around the 2,000 foot elevation mark and requires a particular climate.
One good thing is the fact that there are fireflies in New Hampshire and Vermont.
short and sweet
Lately I've been finding Gauntlet: Dark Legacy to be more satisfying as a game than NetHack. Sure I'll fire up the latter and attempt a monk game only to die before level twenty. The sheer simplicity of beating up monsters, finding keys and using potions is a delight. Plus I can play G:DL with raddidge.
On Sunday, my jester became level 99 with 999 in all stats and 9999 hit points.
In Yer Dreams
I was sitting outside at a cafe somewhere in Colorado. This definitely wasn't Colorado Springs because there was an enormous basalt cathedral which didn't fit any particular architectural style. Even the stained glass windows were black. There was some gold trim but one had to really look at the building. Behind the cathedral were strange mountains. They rose like claws, curving into the clouds. These were formed of black rock but towards the peaks I saw they began to differentiate, ochre stone and off-white stone made up the peaks. I figure these peaks must've been at least 10,000 feet high. Interesting thing about these mountains is that they seemed to close around the cathedral but there wasn't any menace, it was an interesting aspect of the cathedral's placement.
There was a ruckus behind me. First I thought enormous birds were swooping from the sky and carrying people off to their nests to feed themselves and their young. When I ran over to the campus, yes there was a campus for an unknown college with a large open grassy area bisected by an asphalt walkway, I saw that these weren't the notorious thunderbird or any other manner of gigantic cryptid but actual people! Flying people were grabbing frightened folks and then disappearing into the sky. One caught my eye, a black haired girl who had captured some guy. She was whispering and laughing in his ear. Fortunately he was too fat and she couldn't make the final push to become fully airborne after the catch so she slowly plummeted to the ground with her quarry.
"I'm just so fucking drunk and coked up. There's no harm." she rambled. It was all a game? Humans were capable of unaided flight?
As the night wore on and I did my best to commit the dream to memory for heptapod.org, there were vignettes about washing my pillows in the washing machine and paying double my rent to appease certain parties.
