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So, here we are - up at the ungodly hour of four-thirty in the afternoon, drinking iced coffee in the damp and chill. After yesterday's Daytime-with-the-Normals festivities, my sleep schedule is totally out of synch, again - but what else is new? I bounce back. I always do. Glad to be off work, tonight, though, for sure.

Still pining a bit for the salad days of LJ.


John T. O, for what might have been. If you could bottle positivity like his, I'd be first in line to buy it. No, this is not another Bernard - no one could be Bernard - so I've caught myself, in time. I do know that he depends on me - a fact that both makes me proud and pisses me off; I know we have no staff, but he is constantly ignored and avoided because dealing with him physically is so very difficult; SO SICK of coming in to find him in a piss-filled bed (lying there with his legs crossed like he's lounging on the beach, mind you; usually nekkid as a jaybird); do NOT get me started - so I'm honor-bound to be dependable, and I am. But those eyes, that smile, that BRAIN, that PERSONALITY. Whywhywhywhywhy..no one can make me laugh like him, and O, so few - anywhere - get my odd-ball pop-culture references - - IE: The Question of the Day was, 'Kirk or Picard?' His answer? 'TJ HOOKER' - and that, my friends, was that. Don't get me started.

"You treat me like I'm normal."

I know he rings his bell for nonsense just to get me in there - "I knew you'd come.", "My sock fell off.", "I forget what I rang for.", etc - but that's okay. We could talk for hours - about everything from music to cartoons to Popeye's Chicken to travel to politics to, "Goodnight, Moon" - and I HATE to see such a lively mind go to waste in that boring-assed anti-stimuli DEADENING environment. Trust me, he aint interested in Bingo...yet, one can only watch so much television, and his room mate is a nightmare. I've lent him Stephen Colbert's second book (it had been passed around for a long time, and was recently returned to me) - and he's enjoying it. Of course, he is.

Fighting to get him stronger pain meds. And, happy to say, at my insistence on getting him washed up and dressed EVERY SINGLE DAY - he's been getting to the buffet in the mornings, and was so proud to tell me that he's gained a pound. ♥



This season of, 'American Horror Story' - yay or nay? It's the scariest one, yet, in my opinion. With all this Game of Throne-ery, of late, I've lost interest in so many shows that I once loved to stream (still refuse to get tv)..Riverdale, Gotham, Inkmaster, Ancient Aliens...I know I can go back and binge, but right now, I'm just exhausting everything I can find on youtube about that Littlefinger guy and that guy that plays him..







Also - don't forget! Tomorrow is Sagan Day! Still miss you, Carl - wish you were here to have your say on..the times in which we live ♥

Happy 82nd birthday, Carl. Almost-sorta-kinda glad you are not here to witness our demise.


I've been invited to see the boys in Manchester, UK on the 29th. Moving Heaven and Earth to try to expedite a passport. It all hinges on, a) the processing time on Paypal (have to have proof of travel within two weeks *in hand* for first-time passport), b) the processing time for the passport, itself.

If it's meant to be, it will happen.

Fuck work, I'll just put in my notice.


And srsly, fuck what happened last night. I may decide to stay.

We can form a CureColony - who's with me?

"For small creatures such as we, the vastness is bearable only through love."

Carl Sagan

Happy Fourth :)

Listening to the nightmusic of passing trains, crickets, and the occasional straggling firework, here:

http://www.earthcam.com/usa/pennsylvania/pittsburgh/warhol/?cam=warhol_figmentstream

So lovely and peaceful; I check in on Andy, from time to time. Never a shortage of soup cans. I had NO idea you could do this: http://www.earthcam.com/usa/pennsylvania/pittsburgh/warhol/?content=sendgift His birthday is coming up on August 6, so I just might..


This, however, made my whole week. THIS is what the internet is FOR, IMO. It was new to me, and absolutely delightful; hearing his laughter was like finding diamonds in the bottom of a soggy bowl of cornflakes.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p009mtyx


And saw FIREWORKS! FROM (as close as I could get to) NEIL ARMSTRONG'S HOME TOWN!!!

http://weather.weatherbug.com/OH/wapakoneta-weather/weather-cams/local-cams.html?zcode=z6286&camera_id=SDNBL&camera_animate=60

The Good: http://www.nasa.gov/feature/america-s-first-spacewalker-receives-nasas-ambassador-of-exploration-award

The Bad: http://www.mirror.co.uk/3am/celebrity-news/star-treks-nichelle-nichols-rushed-5825313

The Ugly: Dreams. Terrifying. Involving certain folks, 'back from the dead', with SUCH scary eyes, full of bright, snapping hatred, and with a gang, like, 'The Claimers', from The Walking Dead - and, for some reason, I had to live with them, and just knew, that, at their first opportunity, they were going to kill me. Their eyes were liek - can't even describe them, but they made me think of shiny magazine paper. I haven't really feared death for years, now, doing what I do for a living - but upon awakening, I did, because I didn't want to meet up with him/them and all that hatred. Yikes. WTF does it mean? Like I said before, things are speeding up, coming on, fast.

Here. Have some Carl :

WE ARE IN ORBIT!!!

GO, X-37B! GO, LIGHTSAIL!

A picture of gayalithiel and me is aboard.

This one's for you, Carl. Finally. We are starstuff.

I finally caved and ordered this: http://www.amazon.com/Carl-Sagan-Life-Keay-Davidson/dp/1620455919

I've avoided it for a long time, now - wanting to keep Carl Sagan some perfect being..but I can't stand it, anymore..I have to read it.

Some notes about Carl, from the book:
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FLIPPER! Also, this:

This takes my breath away, each time I see it:



Those tiny figures, walking across the ice (of Enceladus, maybe? I'm such an Enceladus fangrrl and gasped earlier in the film when they showed what could only be its' geisers) literally gave me a lump in my throat, LOL - That sky, filled with Jupiter's swirling storms, like a living painting...Floating..Through the myriad snowballs of Saturn's rings - and that slow, hypnotic leap from that cliff...down..down...And, of course, Carl.

My brain is broken - read the quote - :D

http://instagram.com/p/ww0s9DupNA/?modal=true

PLEASE let this be available, somewhere, soon!

Icon post :)

(What. He's NOT adorable?)