Let me see after I save this & check it out…

—–Jim

Wednesday, February 11th, 2009

It took me from November until today to get around to having my web host support team help me upload a couple new themes so I could like cheap inflatable slide what I was looking at here.

This theme (Now, today) is business-style with a home made header.

Only problem is the “Logo” or name of this blog/wordpress adventure blends in too well with the header.

-eh, I’ll work on that later-

but for now-

Yay!

& Thank you, Cheryl-

—–Jim

Wednesday, Decembrrrrrrrrr 31st, 2008.

Last night on Coast to Coast AM, Art was in for George, taking his first of two nights’ predictions for 2009.

I got an extremely vivid flash of a lake in brillian sunlight, and ‘knew’ the lake was something new in the U.S., west of the Mississippi River, uh- somewhere between St Louis and Yakima? That’s all the look ahead I got so far.

Oh- funny thing- Jassper the dog (One and a half year old ‘puppy horse’ black Lab) was barking his head off yesterday evening, watching something on the ceiling.

Both Cathi and I saw lights on the buy inflatable games ceiling- she didn’t know whether they were odd reflections from something or what??? I thought they were fuzzy orbs of some kind, giving off neat colours as they zoomed around the living room ceiling.

After verbally broadcasting our intention to allow only positive energies, entities and influences come anywhere near us, I tried meditating. I didn’t get any conscious communications or anything.

But Cathi and I had a spectacular night.

—–I have got to connect with Cheryl at black sun hosting and get another skin or two in here so I can have a blog I like looking at. —–

—–Jim-

-Yeah, I thought I woke up in the twilight zone today.

Like maybe I was dead and had constructed a replica of the place I’d been living.

And populated this place with replicas of the cats and dog who’d been there.

But the people were gone. Cathi was gone. She hadn’t said a word.

I guessed she’d gone to pick up the kids, but I thought she would have

at least attempted to wake me up to go with her.

-Then I launched myself into a continuation of a story I’d started writing ages ago,

Where the main character never inflatable water park knows where he’ll wake up, & whether the people he lives with will be there with him (wherever) when he wakes up, and whether people long dead will be alive or living people will be long dead.

does that sound like a teevee series to you?

It sounds like a nuerosis to me

—–Jim

…But I haven’t had time to breathe lately…

Garbage Wars- (I survived garbage wars in Ithaca, New York, Now it looks like more might be starting up here in Canada.)

If I was writing for “Heroes” (imagination inflatable games runs wild- mine turns up plot twists and, wouldn’t it be interesting if—)

Maybe I’ll get to these soon.

—–Jim

MySpace had an ad for itself on its log in page. In this ad, it had several options re: click here to let us know what you think of the possibility of a coalition government.

Highlighted at the top was Stephan Dione’s profile. the next line was S Harper’s profile. I forget what the 3rd link was, but the fourth link inflatable slide was something like, “voice your opposition to this coalition” and there was no link to anything like, “voice your opposition to the current government”.

Schnarr-

(This by a friend of mine (who just had a birthday November 16th-) )

The Prime Minister and his attack dogs are trying desperately to hang on to power.

The late late, over night news was reporting on CBC that the conservatives were trying to make it sound like a Watergate type issue.

They’re pointing their fingers and trying to make the pro-coalition people look like evil usurpers.

But face it- The Conservatives did not win their election. It’s a minority government. And they’re trying to push their agendae down the throats of the majority, who voted against them.

That, and I have some insider information that I can’t publish here without getting a bunch of good people in bad trouble, but, “Transparency in Government R us” is not what it’s cracked up to be.

The prime minister is a control freak, trying to clamp his steel gloves down on everybody.

But anyway, they were complaining loudly and pointing fingers saying they have evidence that the NDP and the Party Quebecois were talking about forming parc aquatique gonflable a co-alition government before the (over confident) Conservatives began trying to sneak their hot button issues into legislation they hoped nobody would read very closely…

And I was hoping, way back on election day, that the Liberals, NDP and Quebecois would form a co-alition government and tell the bleeping a-holes to crawl back into their bunkers and leave the rest of us the heck alone.

—–D.J. Otterson

We’re getting that now. eep.

—–Jim

I’ve been thinking- (uht-oh- that’s a bad sign?)

I’ve been feeling cramped, and maybe even pushed into a corner. I mean, Cathi didn’t want us to build the dog a kennel in the basement because she didn’t want the poor guy to feel left out, but she didn’t apply that to be being down here & away from everything when I needed to be somewhere where I wouldn’t have constant distractions and snarr comments from a twelve year old who is pushing the envelope, trying to be the alpha male, arguing that what I say is pointless and stomping away to brood and concoct what he believes would be more convincing structure gonflable arguments in favour of him getting what he wants, and dismissing what I might say as ridick-lee-ous.

Yeah, so what do I need?

If I’m going to be productive, I need a den or office. Some kind of interesting view, or the ability to get up and walk around has always helped, whether I focused on that view or looked through reality to imaginary landscapes… and exercise has always helped, but needing to climb over dog barricades seems to have a negative effect. I think I probably also need a door that can keep cats out, so I don’t return from something and find a legend like, “asdfkjdfhgkjfytusdfkjthiuhigihtuhfkjsnl;;;;” typed across the screen and maybe fifteen or twenty lines of that as cats walked across keyboards and paused to check out what they were writing.

Shrug, I really liked the idea of having a second story den or office, with a door to step out onto the fenced off roof over a good solid garage (I was envisioning stone or even cement block construction.) The more I thought about that, the more it grew, gaining a screened off section with an overhanging roof where I could go and sit on nearly perfect days with a laptop on my portable laptop desk thingy, or something like that.

And boxed gardens could probably coax Cathi into visiting this mini paradaise of mine from time to time…

I don’t know- sounds good to me, and it sounds like it might work, I’ll have to keep working on it.

Meanwhile, I keep singing, “A farm- A farm- a dog needs a farm….” to the tune of Neil Young’s “A Man Needs a Maid”-

—–Jim

& almost nobody realizes I freakin hate tahoma almost as much as I freakin hate arial almost as much as much as I hate geneva almost as much as I freakin hate helvetica.

public castration or other mutulation (since maybe there’s nothing left to castrate) of anyone who chooses any of the above parc aquatique gonflable listed fonts and especially anyone who decides that any one of the above listed fonts should be defaults in any programme, page, application or word processor…. should not be considered cruel or unusual punishment.

Sans-serif fonts are agents of the devil.

—–Jim