December 12th, 2005
|09:59 am - A busy weekend, war, wildlife relocation, and a photo|
Oh, a busy freakin' weekend it was, but I got a lot of things done. The tree is up, my new computer is fixed (in this case, "new" = "hand me down"), and my walk and driveway are clear of snow. I went to the Zoo and checked out the lights.
Last night, around 2 AM, I relocated some impressively-legged wildlife to the great outdoors. She did not take kindly to the sudden change in temperature.
I didn't get time to call the people I wanted to, namely romandruid and aislinggheal. This annoys me, because I was really hoping to solve the time/location issue, though a 6:30 PM start time at aislinggheal's house sounds like it's a go on her end, at least.
While listening to the classic song, War, I realized that war is the one thing that can really seperate humans from every other living thing on this planet. I can't think of anything else that is unique to humans.
And this morning I looked at my LJ to find a lovely picture that should come with my next WWF update. Thank you, shizukagozen. Some of you have already seen it, but you'll get to see it again.
I admit to feeling a bit out-of-sorts recently. That has, generally, been changing. And it will continue to change, I think. The North Wind licked my face this weekend.
There's a Golden Delicious Apple on my desk, awaiting my pleasure. It may sound a bit dirty to put it like that, but if you knew what went through my mind as I ate one, you'd think that was tame.
I won't be responding to the comments already left on my last entry. I think I said everything I needed to in the entry itself. While I like to make my journal a conversation, I don't think that there's much conversation left on that one. I've said my peace.
I'm updating my webpage, target date is currently 12/17/05. What would you like to see? Are there sections you'd like updated? Any suggestions?
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "Twelve Volt Man", -JB
No written language is VERY different from comunicating with symbols.
Written language indicates a need to preserve what is being communicated. (That's what makes it so magical, I think. And why there are so many stories about how this or that deity brought 'letters' to the people.)