Heh ~ I'm starting to look forward to seeing the news in the mornings. There's a farm machinery dealer in Glascow KY that has been doing the craziest commercials lately ~ this morning, they poked fun at accident lawyers. "Is your farm equipment broken? Come see us..." I guess you just had to see it...it was almost as funny as Tractor Man and Bailer Boy against Manure Man...:::snicker:::

Still Reading:
Neverwhere ~ Neil Gaiman. I've really made headway into it today.
With occasional forays into:
Classics of Western Literature: Bloom County 1986-1989 Heh. That Basselope...o.k...I just dated myself. Sheesh.

Listening to: What else? The Cure. I think I've figured out part of the reason why I like them so much ~ I'm likely to hear something that I've never noticed before whenever I listen. One good example is Close to Me ~ first you hear the main lyrics and then you realize that there's all this stuff going on in the background (plus I just get a kick out of that synthesizer ~ it sounds as if they just picked up one of those cheap kiddie keyboards from K Mart. lol)

It doesn't hurt that I don't just listen to the music either ~ what did the Grateful Dead call it? Riding the...groove? Damn. Can't remember and I'm not sure where my copy of Planet Drum is. Anyway, the point is: The music isn't just an auditory thing ~ it goes much deeper than that and touches something that I don't have access to in ordinary living. It's very near the feeling I get on those occasions that I do spellwork. It's probably the same thing being accessed.

O.k. I admit it. In a way, I kind of enjoy being sick. I certainly don't enjoy the stuffy nose and the scratchy throat and the like but yeah, sometimes there can be great fun to be had by being miserable.

Think about it: when else do you have free license to lay about, drinking soup and reading and/or sleeping all you can stand? All you have to say is, "I feel awful." and voila'! You're nearly home free.

Besides, I don't get sick that often so this is a fairly novel experience for me...as long as it doesn't get too bad. Let's not forget the entire month of January of 1997 ~ or repeat it.

Yep. I seem to have picked up a bug from somewhere. It began Saturday night with the scratchy throat and progressed Sunday with the added stuffy nose. I think I must have had a fever yesterday as well ~ I climbed into the shower with only the hot water on. I never do that because I generally hate the heat...but it felt absolutely wonderful then and I could've taken a bit hotter.

Either it was a fever or the world will come to a end rather soon. Let's vote for 'fever.'

Oh yeah ~ I didn't get to mention this yesterday. I thought I had really found something in Watertown over the weekend. I really got excited...until...

There was a booth that appeared to have all kinds of edged weapons ~ swords, knives, throwing stars, etc. I thought I had nearly found Nirvana, especially when I spied a rapier lying among the collection. Turns out, the majority of the things in the booth were bad reproductions meant simply for hanging on the wall. Damn. This is one of those times where I feel pretty sure that I was born in the wrong era because I loved the feel of a rapier in my hand ~ even if it was a crudely built one.

Plus, I think I freaked my mom out a bit when I started talking about maybe ordering one someday from Museum Replicas that I could use. I noticed she changed the subject rather quickly. :::snicker:::

Most folks that I've talked to seem to prefer short swords or claymores or broadswords. You know, your usual 'hack and slash' varieties. Besides, you've got to be 10 feet tall just to carry a claymore. O.k., perhaps I'm exaggerating a little bit but when the sword is taller than you are, it does seem a bit ridiculous...

Getting back to the point here...um...what was it? My head's so stopped up, there doesn't seem to be much room left for coherent thought...