Fewer people are reading my journal these days. But, those who remain are closer friends. I ask you to share something with me. It doesn't have to be profound.- tell me what your favorite movie is and why, tell me your life's happiest moment, tell me something that will bring us even closer. I'll start-
My favorite movie is Nightbreed. It's the tale of a mentally ill misfit who finally finds the place where he belongs. That place is Midian, a necropolis filled with the monsters of legend. It's a fairy tale for adults.
Due to circumstances that need not concern you, I now own a videophone.
It is a Mitsubishi Luma. A little digging shows it originally sold for over a thousand dollars. It was state of the art for nineteen eighty six. I shall be doing more testing tomorrow. Preliminary tests show that the phone part works. I shall install it in the kitchen and use it as my primary phone.
A contestant in the Miss Universe pageant has been disqualified. The judges discovered she was born with a penis, testes (and presumably XY chromosomes). I find it interesting that with all the plastic surgery the contestants have, a vaginoplasty is a cut too far.
I found out about the story on Yahoo!'s welcome page. The comments were wonderful- if you enjoy close-minded prejudice and people being called it.
I almost forgot to write this. Other preparations for my month-long nap are all but complete. A squadron of bats (both astral and physical) are trained and ready. Concentric circles of light emitting diodes and runes in obscure languages surround my bed. I am wearing comfy jammies.
So, happy holidays and good night to you my friends.
Every Thanksgiving, I read the turkey story from Jonathan Winters book, Winters Tales. This year, I couldn't find the book. I looked on my bookshelves. I unloaded the living room closet and looked in all the boxes. I still can't find it.
Instead, I selected my bonsai potato manual as reading material and set out for the Chinese Buffet.
The buffet was closed.
I went across the street to the Chinese take out place.
They were closed.
Feeling sad and empty, I went to the visibly open Dunkin Donuts. I bought a large mocha coolata and considered my options. The Indian restaurant across the way seemed to be open. But it could just be the owner's family having a meal.
They proved to be open. I got a very large portion of vegetable biryani (enough for three meals) for about eight dollars. They did not have chalwa.
My living room is filled with boxes that I really should put away. I still can't find my book.
In other news, I went to the grove of the leshovica looking for advice. None of the trees spoke to me. I am reasonably sure she is not mad at me, or ignoring me. But one can't help but feel a little neglected.