namely ... leaving a pile of materials so adventurous high schoolers could climb their old school and pitch dap containers off the roof, trying to hit the cement. What's that you say ... you don't understand?
MR, TS, and I walked to our old middle school. They were remodeling the roof and they left a pile of materials by the back. They were perfect for climbing, and so we did. On the roof they left, they thought "safely" caulking and dap tubes. They were mighty fun to pitch!
What says, "MAN" more than territory marking ... especially off a roof.
We found a closer school, climbed a more precarious way and were looking about.
TS decided to mark West. MR noticed this and was walking over to me to discuss his disgust, when he noticed that he was 'interrupting' me. EWWW thought MR, naturally.
On this second-mentioned roof there were no real playthings ... save a 2-year sun-bleached flattened ball, long-since forgotten.
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Grizzly events on a roof
Speaking with my mouth full
of shoe.
There were two kids walking into the girl's room, while I was waiting for a class to exit the "fitness" center. I remarked to them, what are you doing, staring at one.
"I'm a girl!"
I was so embarassed. What a _____ I made of myself. I hope that someday she'll forget about that. Chances are, she won't.
I remember being in a classroom and two middle school girls came in. They asked my name then asked if I remembered them ... faces (while changed over time) looked dimly familiar, but I didn't know them. The one remarked that I gave her a referral. Wow! Of all the memories!
Ways of finding cheer
in the stupid memories of anything ...
I'm very sad, yet images to cheer me enter my mind ...
There is a child's book I remember liking ... hidden somewhere here about Owl. He ran out of water for a special tea so he thought of sad thoughts to fill a kettle for his special brew. He thought of childish sorrows -- empty plate of cookies, kite with broken tail ... slowly the kettle filled. From his sorrow came goodness.
I express myself but never share. People around me know that I just don't open. I listen well and try to help others, but I don't open. Dealing with loss by yourself is difficult, but I manage ... it is not a smart course. I think some day I shall open, but I'm afraid the needles and pins inside me will fly out piercing and killing all. I'm a dangerous sort and loss is difficult. Pain isn't a problem. Of all emotions ... sadness is the hardest -- I do it alone.
Bounce Punch Pass
More history was made yesterday as Charlie and I battled robots who would punch and kick us so hard that we'd be knocked cold. Sometimes we'd be dragged away by hands and tentacles saved by our partner. On the trampoline Charlie was Batman, a ninja turtle, himself and Diego.
When not battling, we were walking and riding around the addition seeing, much to Charlie's delight, motorcycles out as the weather was just fine yesterday. Sid walked with us. On this point I am sad. Saturday, she was never comfortable and forelornly looked at me to ease her ... take away the discomfort. She isn't yet to pain, but she's unhappy. When I see her tail rise for the last time, I'll know she can smile no more. This decision I can thankfully pass.
Doing what I do best ... complain
I examined Pirate Bay. It's an interesting site, but I'll offer a few submissions:
bit torrent -- Do they have links to get a bit torrent extractor? No. You have to go elsewhere for that (not smart)
files -- nice selection, good search tool. Are there single songs that you can find? No. We all know that you'd want every song on a CD. That's why you don't feel burnt or ripped off when you buy a $17 CD and like one song. I'll think I'll offer it all as one huge file, knowing outright, there's no reason to post it that way.
My experience was that after 15 minutes, I wasn't sure if the torrent extractor wasn't working, the site wasn't working, the file was unavailable or if it was my computer. How in the _________________________________________________________ (long series of profain statements) am I supposed to know?!
