The designers of my Powerbook’s keyboard were kind enough to put little bumps on the f and j keys for centering. This is a great boon to those of us who occasionally type with a cat sitting on us, obscuring our view of the keys.

A lot of my friends seem to be having a hard time lately. There were a lot of drawn or red-eyed faces in my day today. I hope all of you feel better soon. Most of us could use some better luck.

It was good to get out of the house this evening and be with friends, though. As much as I blather about being anxious or feeling bad around people, it’s not true; I always like to see the people I care about and enjoy.

To answer the musical question I had with hensatc and the_silent_one today: Yes, there are.

Tonight I am not lying; I really am making bread. 3 hours and 40 minutes to whole wheat flaxseed!

zebulon_y: oh cheeseburger, you are better than woman
zebulon_y: for you tell me ‘yes’
ignatz: also squirt into my mouth
zebulon_y: chrof
ignatz: 🙂
ignatz: that looks like a unix system call
zebulon_y: haha yes
dngxor: choad is change owner and date
zebulon_y: dngxor++ # best command ever
ignatz: i am recursively choading your tmp now
zebulon_y: grep tubenuts mailbox.txt | grep -v tuna | chrof -f –force-ascii-dongs

And if they never got the fish out of the tube system, which they probably wouldn’t, they’d have to close the place down. I’m not going to sugarcoat this, it sucks to be you right now. Man, that guy reminds me of ASAP Al. I wish you didn’t say things like that, because it makes it hard to share happiness with you. We agree on so much we ought to write a self help book together. I am in no way rich enough to deal with her scene. All I heard was faggot, faggot, faggot, viking.

You know I think they can sense that fear and need on you, like dogs. The guy just put a $5 bill down and tapped it and looked at me. It was so gross. The guy is 30 going on 17.

Doctor, I believe that I heard her
Calling out from beyond the flood
Doctor, in my heart there was murder
There wasn’t no body and there wasn’t no blood

Every cloud has a silver lining
Ever doubt has an answer, I know
But in my heart there’s no light burning
Just emptiness, and faded glow
Raining down on the side I’ll never show

-Dream Syndicate “Side I’ll Never Show”

For the last week I’ve woken up tasting blood in my mouth every day.

Everyone check your necks.

This is why women don’t use online personals.

I wish I had less in common with this guy. I don’t like birds, though, and I can spell.

We take as our texts today verses from the book of Romans and from Job (King James Version).

For the good that I would do I do not: but the evil which I would not, that I do. (Romans 7:19)

I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou contendest with me. Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, that thou shouldest despise the work of thine hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked? (Job 10:2,3)

http://jobsearch.monster.com/getjob.asp?JobID=20492720

Mostly just for the title, though. pbd and torgo_x will appreciate this greatly, I’m sure.

What do you do when you want what can’t be bought, rented, leased, lent, stolen, found or made but can only be given by a willing heart?

Where’s the magic five point plan for that, O priests of self help, quick fix advisors, and back slapping coaches?

Come walk in my desert a few miles and tell me it’s a lake.