Gloomy today. And there’s a word that needs rethinking; since the “-y” makes something seem silly and trivial nowadays, it detracts from the power of the thing it’s describing. Gloomorous, then.  

--from today's bleat

 

I am at Nook, working, with a three legged dog in my lap.   Don't worry, it isn't mine.

Supper Club last night. That place was fabulous.   I'm using the strict sense of the word of course. There were too many barechested men in face paint for me to whole-heartedly endorse the place.   The 'supper' performers, they were.   We'll, I don't really know what they were called.  Everyone was trying to get in to the next room, which was big and white, and riddled with beds. I myself liked the foyer bar area, which was padded from floor to ceiling in think red padding. (Ugh, this is a bad vocab day).    This is definately the place to get in a fight, or go crazy.

Speaking of vocab, and bare chests, and fights: I really like the expression, "He has no chest", in reference to people who lask the will or strength to stand up for their convictions.  

Hmmmm.. I had a plato quote about god giving man two gifts: Music and Gymnastics, but I don't have it on me, and I don't want to paraphrase....

I'm tempted to ask what Plato thought about Food, since i am sure someone could tell me.     I have never read a lick of Plato, but I had friend who had, in highschool.  I mean to say, they were my friends *in highschool* not that that's when they read Plato, although I'm sure that's the case too. So the distinction is not necessary.  But I felt like writing it anyway.

In a nasty break-up letter a woman once told me that my website was all giberish.  What the heck was she talking about?

UPDATE: Don't answer that.