I wanna know. Come on, tell me! In our case, it’s actually several baskets spread throughout the house. I’m sure I’m missing something that just doesn’t happen to be here at the moment. 2004 Christmas Ornament edition of Just CrossStitch…
Why?
Would somebody please explain to me why anyone keeps someone who they don’t enjoy reading on their “friends” list here on LJ? I mean, hell, I don’t even keep all the people I *do* enjoy on my reading list, due…
Yes!
A Possible Pagan Political Platform Plank if you please… Religious Road Kill Retrieval Right of Way Legislation Religious Road Kill Retrieval Right of Way legislation is imperative if we are to save the lives of many mesmerized Pagans. We need…
Poetry: IV
From A Timbered Choir (Counterpoint). –Wendell Berry The summer ends, and it is time To face another way. Our theme Reversed, we harvest the last row To store against the cold, undo The garden that will be undone. We grieve…
Geek Lust
I’ve said that the moment I find a gel ink pen that’s also a PDA stylus, I’d buy it. And this one is marvelous. Unfortunately, it costs $100! That’s a bit much for my pocket. I think it’s way too…
My Baby? Not Really, Now :-(
Saturday night, shadowkatt got a real treat – ga_sunshine took her to see They Might Be Giants at the Variety Playhouse. There was one little hitch. For some reason, it was declared an adults-only (16 and up, maybe?) show. Honestly,…
Oh, Now That’s SO Honorable
Republicans Admit Mailing Campaign Literature Saying Liberals Will Ban the Bible The Republican Party acknowledged yesterday sending mass mailings to residents of two states warning that “liberals” seek to ban the Bible. It said the mailings were part of its…
Poem: The Rules of Evidence
The Rules of Evidence –Lee Robinson What you want to say most is inadmissible. Say it anyway. Say it again. What they tell you is irrelevant can’t be denied and will eventually be heard. Every question is a leading question.…
Quote of the Day: M. Scott Peck
Real love is a permanently self-enlarging experience. –M. Scott Peck
Poetry: Morning Glory Vine
Morning Glory Vine –Ann Iverson One year as late as October it crawled its tangled journey up the cyclone fence the trellis…