I have an urge to make a scarecrow for the herb garden.

an interesting article about copyright law. I lean to his idea #2 at the bottom.

Newtella the mountain-goat is on munch-episode two on his catgrass. He just trots right up to it, takes a seat in front of the salad bar... wait, I stand corrected, the pot's been overturned. Ack, time to get more soil. He does dig the plant-life, though. nice thing about sweeping up the spilled dirt is that I can toss it back into the pot.

sunny and bright today, but my mind is happily residing in a comfy nap-zone of dark clouds and soft rain.... my noggin is heady with good, snuggly thoughts.

more fun info on the planets lining up.

I find myself wondering what would happen if a Tunguska event-type thing happend today. What sort of alarms would it set off... how much annoying news coverage would there be? The conspiracy theories and accusations that would follow... who would believe that a meteor just fell out of the sky and did that to a major city... like New York or Washington DC... perhaps a lesser target, like Disney World? Perhaps a story seed, probably not one.

assorted ways to kiss - awww! click on the folks in the crowd.

forgot to mention last night's dream... transcribed from my bedside notebook -

Dreams of laying face-down in the dirt, a layer of skin painlessly removed, covered in tiny seeds, fine as powder, and then the skin replaced without even a seam showing. a tickle behind the knees where the sprouts began to show... but where I expected seedlings to be there was instead a fine, soft fuzz that changed slowly into iridescent feathers of a deep green to a golden hue.

soon, my entire back was covered with the same sort of stuff... from there, three pairs of wings sprouted... a set at the shoulder blades, another at the base of my back, and the last near my ankles. Despite having them, I didn't try to fly.. instead, I just tested them out, flapping and raising a large wind... while not a tornado, a large wave of air was projected in front of me, sending most things directly in my line of sight up and away with the force of a hurricane.

Few things were immune to the wind...buildings and flagpoles, though vehicles would get caught up and sent rolling away from me like a toy cast off by a careless child. Trees didn't seem to waver much, but loose debris was swept up and the area inside the gust was clutter-free.