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My goodness...not just rain but thunder *and* lightning. No, I don't know why I put it that way. They usually travel together, after all.
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I'm still reading my old journal entries. I'd read new ones, but the author seems to have gone on some sort of hiatus.
It's useful for tracking cycles (not just depressive ones) but frustrating too. 'Cause I know when I'm fooling myself and when I'm putting on a brave face, that sort of thing.
I don't talk about bad things very much in my journal any longer. Personal bad things, that is. I think it's because, if I say things(and while this is a print medium, for me, it counts as saying things out loud), the bad thing will turn worse or the good thing I'm hoping for won't happen. And I'll feel guilty 'cause it'll be My Fault.
Yeah, I know. Still.
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My ghods I love this house. And all the windows. Even watching the rain against the windows rocks.
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My cravings are currently those of a petulant toddler. I know what I want, but I don't *have* that, so I'm doing floppy arms.
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I adapted to the ergonomic keyboard faster than I expected. Still having a little trouble with the b key, but it's *different* trouble now. My left hand is reprogrammed for hitting B, but it isn't quite sure what to do when I'm trying to type v...I get b almost as often as I get v. But, the brain will reprogram soon. I just hope I don't have to reboot.;)
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Dear Mr. Hagar,
If one is going to place an ad in Rolling Stone and mention one's upcoming album, shouldn't one have a *release date* for said album? Not even your website seems to know when it's coming out. It does acknowledge the reality of said album, which is more than can be said for the retail sites.
Oh well. You know you had me at Helooooooo, bayyybeeee!.
Still love you.
Gessi
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The lyrics for the first single (I'm assuming...it's the only track listed so far), Sam I Am seem *very* promising. Love the lines about the ice cream man and driving the bus.
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I kind of miss "This is Sammy Hagar. Welcome to my website" upon the page loading. Though, the first time I heard it, it scared the hell out of me. That was 'cause I was using Mikeo's computer and he'd just installed the sound card. I'd had no idea there *was* a greeting on the page.
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My Sammy is a delight.
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I should post this before nine o'clock rolls around and I rush off for CSI. :)
My goodness...not just rain but thunder *and* lightning. No, I don't know why I put it that way. They usually travel together, after all.
~~~
I'm still reading my old journal entries. I'd read new ones, but the author seems to have gone on some sort of hiatus.
It's useful for tracking cycles (not just depressive ones) but frustrating too. 'Cause I know when I'm fooling myself and when I'm putting on a brave face, that sort of thing.
I don't talk about bad things very much in my journal any longer. Personal bad things, that is. I think it's because, if I say things(and while this is a print medium, for me, it counts as saying things out loud), the bad thing will turn worse or the good thing I'm hoping for won't happen. And I'll feel guilty 'cause it'll be My Fault.
Yeah, I know. Still.
~~~
My ghods I love this house. And all the windows. Even watching the rain against the windows rocks.
~~~
My cravings are currently those of a petulant toddler. I know what I want, but I don't *have* that, so I'm doing floppy arms.
~~~
I adapted to the ergonomic keyboard faster than I expected. Still having a little trouble with the b key, but it's *different* trouble now. My left hand is reprogrammed for hitting B, but it isn't quite sure what to do when I'm trying to type v...I get b almost as often as I get v. But, the brain will reprogram soon. I just hope I don't have to reboot.;)
~~~
Dear Mr. Hagar,
If one is going to place an ad in Rolling Stone and mention one's upcoming album, shouldn't one have a *release date* for said album? Not even your website seems to know when it's coming out. It does acknowledge the reality of said album, which is more than can be said for the retail sites.
Oh well. You know you had me at Helooooooo, bayyybeeee!.
Still love you.
Gessi
~~~
The lyrics for the first single (I'm assuming...it's the only track listed so far), Sam I Am seem *very* promising. Love the lines about the ice cream man and driving the bus.
~~~
I kind of miss "This is Sammy Hagar. Welcome to my website" upon the page loading. Though, the first time I heard it, it scared the hell out of me. That was 'cause I was using Mikeo's computer and he'd just installed the sound card. I'd had no idea there *was* a greeting on the page.
~~~
My Sammy is a delight.
~~~
I should post this before nine o'clock rolls around and I rush off for CSI. :)
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Gessi
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One-handed: http://www.frogpad.com/information/general.asp Vertical: http://www.safetype.com/how-it-works.htm Lots more at: http://www.tifaq.org/keyboards.html#qa-changes http://www.extremetech.com/article2/0,1697,1034234,00.asp http://www.comfortkeyboard.comno subject
Clearly your left hand has become latino by osmosis ~ you've absorbed it from Step-Abuela (grin) cuz well you *know* Bictorbille is the same as Victorville.
Look at it this way, if Mr, Hagar isn't telling the release date than you don't have to worry about being disappointed is they have to postpone. Sure beats the hell out of 'due any day now'.
Mum
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*sittin' next to ya, doin' that heads-lightly-bumping thing and looking at nothin'*
Lightning
Check out this map for Colorado, or this one nationally. (Wow, I hadn't come across this one before - real-time data! Or this one...)
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Don't you mean revoot?
Snark
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Love you.
Gessi
You say things SO clearly....
The line about knowing what you want but you don't *have* that, so you go all floppy-armed is perfection!! For anyone who has ever dealt with the often 'unreasonable' demands of a small human, that line evokes an experience, not just a memory. I find myself, in memory, trying to cope with a collapsed-in-a-lump JB, at the age of three+, comprising some fifty pounds of boneless misery welded to the floor by the load of unhappiness.
You're pretty great, too, don't forget!