Went to the singing fountain and back. I think I'm ready for sleeps now.

It wasn't singing. it was sort of burbling, and I liked that even better.



nigh nigh again, dear journal.

Ahhh... back from getting groceries. Hooray for a bike with a cargo space! I got a good workout, because I wanted to get ice cream home before it'd melt. A grand experiment. Looks good!

Cherry chocolate chip!

I have too many friends that take the wrong things seriously. Like looking for gritty realism in a BEM movie. They should be appreciating the real story in signs, I think, and not yelping about plot holes... I liked the flick, but a few plot inconsistencies, and many of the geeks I know are treating it like it's coated in Ebola monkey feces. Pooties on them! They don't get that it's a framing technique and that the real story is what's important.

Ah well.



Moment of Zen -

In my young days I never
Tasted sorrow. I wanted
To become a famous poet.
I wanted to get ahead.
So I pretended to be sad.
Now I am old and have known
The depths of every sorrow,
And I am content to loaf
And enjoy the clear autumn.
- Hsin Ch'i Chi
(Translated by Kenneth Rexroth)

Hmmm - "Most L.A. theater productions get a standing ovation. Are we less discerning, more easygoing or just polite?" Most theatre I've gone to does this too...I was wondering if it was a politeness thing, too. I personally like to show appreciation to performers, and to respond to them.

rom Chapter four of The Emerald City of Oz, by L. Frank Baum.

"I want you to march this army through an underground tunnel, which I am going to bore, to the Emerald City of Oz. When you get there I want you to conquer the Oz people, destroy them and their city, and bring all their gold and silver and precious stones back to my cavern. Also you are to recapture my Magic Belt and return it to me. Will you do this, General Crinkle?"

"No, your Majesty," replied the Nome; "for it can't be done."

"Oh indeed!" exclaimed the King. Then he turned to his servants and said: "Please take General Crinkle to the torture chamber. There you will kindly cut him into thin slices. Afterward you may feed him to the seven-headed dogs."

"Anything to oblige your Majesty," replied the servants, politely, and led the condemned man away.

Italics mine.

what I saw in my head on Friday.



They all live in there. Contrary to what you might think, the skull is more about blissful blank thought than evile. Angry ant is just misunderstood