I just have an apartment, no chance to grow a green thumb. I do have an indoor lemon tree however, although it lost its leaves a month ago and hasn't grown them back... and I'm not quite so sure as to why.
I just have an apartment, no chance to grow a green thumb. I do have an indoor lemon tree however, although it lost its leaves a month ago and hasn't grown them back... and I'm not quite so sure as to why.
My orchid, my one solitary plant, is morphing into a cactus.
Soon, I will write it's eulogy.
__________________ Time is still the infinite jest.
Luck of the Irish, ha... Well, we are an ironic people.
I named my computer Thor in hopes that perhaps it would give it the impetus to um, not suck. There has been remarkably little phail considering how poorly this thing was engineered.
Luck of the Irish, ha... Well, we are an ironic people.
I named my computer Thor in hopes that perhaps it would give it the impetus to um, not suck. There has been remarkably little phail considering how poorly this thing was engineered.
Names are good.
Then what is the original of Strewth? How did you end up deciding that one?
Strewth? Eh, I just like the word. Too much Terry Pratchett. Bears no resemblance to my real name at all. Unfortunately, it is as gender-ambiguous as all the other names I have ever used OL. Thus the feminine picture.
Before I used Strewth, I was Frieza or Freeza or some variant thereof, before that I was RevSnakeworm or Killlerbees or angstywombat or killlmeplz or filllerbunneh or killlerbunneh and sometimes Michael Moore's Vagina. When I was trolling, I was Evil Evil Sponge. But first and before all of the others I was Swords, deriving from SwordsAndOtherShinyThings, which is too long for most usernames, but it's been a long time since I used that with any frequency.
I think, at one point, I may have attempted to alias here as MichaelMoore'sVagina, but that might have been someone else, and it was years ago regardless... And I remember forgetting my password pretty much right off for both the fake email I used and the account itself. Um. Sometimes I'm like that.
I'm kind of fond of it as well. I think as soon as I head back to the apartment I'll be making up a name tag that can wrap around the base of its pot.
Hey. I checked on Oscar, my orchid, and there seems to be some sort of resurrection-thing going on with it. Oscar has shifted towards the sun. Or, maybe somebody just bumped into it.
Still, we could have a celebration around Easter. It may be apropo.
And. All the best with the name tag endeavor. The lemon mission.
My fun tonight is searching for batteries and recycling. Whoa-ho.
__________________ Time is still the infinite jest.
Hey. I checked on Oscar, my orchid, and there seems to be some sort of resurrection-thing going on with it. Oscar has shifted towards the sun. Or, maybe somebody just bumped into it.
Still, we could have a celebration around Easter. It may be apropo.
And. All the best with the name tag endeavor. The lemon mission.
My fun tonight is searching for batteries and recycling. Whoa-ho.
Is his name Oscar as a reference to Curb Your Enthusiasm? If not I'm going to pretend so.
Also, recycling is overrated. Simply bring your garbage to a local apartment complex and throw it in the bin... no one will notice. ;)
Morley & Me. That's a new movie, right.
Well, maybe I have the name wrong, but, that dog (saw a commercial for puppy chow) is identical to the lil' puppy next door that I get to dog sit. The crazy canine gets into everything. So, here's my point:
I gave it an old shoe to nibble on (instead of my hand), but the rascal likes vinyl.
Got right into my Led Zeppelin collection.
Went right to town on my specially packaged 'In Through The Out Door.'
And still I give it all of my love.
__________________ Time is still the infinite jest.
Morley & Me. That's a new movie, right.
Well, maybe I have the name wrong, but, that dog (saw a commercial for puppy chow) is identical to the lil' puppy next door that I get to dog sit. The crazy canine gets into everything. So, here's my point:
I gave it an old shoe to nibble on (instead of my hand), but the rascal likes vinyl.
Got right into my Led Zeppelin collection.
Went right to town on my specially packaged 'In Through The Out Door.'
And still I give it all of my love.
It's hard to resist giving a puppy love. I just recorded an epic battle between my dog and the cat competing over the back end of a chair. I'll see what I can do with the footage and possibly upload it to the Youtubes.
It's hard to resist giving a puppy love. I just recorded an epic battle between my dog and the cat competing over the back end of a chair. I'll see what I can do with the footage and possibly upload it to the Youtubes.
Cool.
At the moment my cat won't leave me alone. She gets crazy sometimes, especially around the cushy-chairs. As if she sees ghosts or something. (More likely, dust mites and light refractions.)
Yesterday, on the way to AC/DC I spewed out, "Never dance with a cat on your face!," for no good reason at all.
I was confused by the little red lights.
Something like a 100,000 thousand glowing red devil horns bobbing in a sea of noise. Fucking surreal. At that moment, I knew what my cat was thinking. Holy fuck! Look at this shit!
On the 401 driving into your fair city, something like a 100,000 red glowing brake lights depicting all the shiny heavy metal cells all burning their gaseous energy and riding this living organism not unlike a snake on this superb highway to hell.
Fucking glorious!
__________________ Time is still the infinite jest.
Cool.
At the moment my cat won't leave me alone. She gets crazy sometimes, especially around the cushy-chairs. As if she sees ghosts or something. (More likely, dust mites and light refractions.)
Yesterday, on the way to AC/DC I spewed out, "Never dance with a cat on your face!," for no good reason at all.
I was confused by the little red lights.
Something like a 100,000 thousand glowing red devil horns bobbing in a sea of noise. Fucking surreal. At that moment, I knew what my cat was thinking. Holy fuck! Look at this shit!
On the 401 driving into your fair city, something like a 100,000 red glowing brake lights depicting all the shiny heavy metal cells all burning their gaseous energy and riding this living organism not unlike a snake on this superb highway to hell.
Fucking glorious!
Sounds like you had a fun night. And I shall take your advice about dancing with a cat on my face.
