Published on
March 30, 2006 in
Life.
Tags: spider.
The latest spider I have found in our new house is a Brown Recluse, not good.
I collected him in a specimen jar and got some pics. I’m going to see if the University (or City, or other schools) would like to borrow him, for a real life identification. You can look at pictures on the internet and in books, but it doesn’t compare to seeing the real thing. Might make people a little more informed and safer.
Published on
March 28, 2006 in
Life.
Tags: Life.
Hunter & Markita took me to the Snake Farm for my Birthday. They had SO many snakes! All sorts, venomous & non-venomous. They even had a Green Mamba!
The rest of the farm also housed various other species of primates, reptiles, mammals, birds, arachinds, insects, amphibians, turtles, etc..
Then they took me to eat at Hooters
I have been playing around with a couple of open – source ssh clients on my Treo, pssh and Tussh. Work pretty cool. And I am using WinVNC, and it is pretty cool too. I would like to find a VPN client for Palm, but haven’t been able to find one in my price range (= open source). If you come across one, let me know.
Published on
March 21, 2006 in
Life.
Tags: spider.
Hunter got his first pet last night, a Rosehair Tarantula. He named it “cricket”.

Hunter's Trantula
I took Markita to see the Texas Rollergirls for her birthday. It was the first bout of the 2006 season.

Hotrod Honeys 74 – Honky Tonk Heartbreakers 59
Hell Marys 64 – Hustlers 50
Published on
March 14, 2006 in
Life.
Tags: Life.
Here’s my Johari Window
and
Here’s my Nohari Window
Feel free to contribute to them, if you know me.
Published on
March 9, 2006 in
Life.
Tags: music.
We held hands on the last night on earth. Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves. It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river. So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease. In our cancer of passion you said, “Death is a midnight runner.” The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide. We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress. The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop. The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime. I kissed you at the apex of the malestrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall, but you made me realize that my ticket wasn’t good for two. I rode alone. You said, “The cinders are falling like snow.” There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence. Of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city. The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the ridge of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines. Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message.
-AFI (…but home is nowhere) [middle of the song, only piano and childern reading verse]
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