Visit the kelpforest....

Warm weather brings groups of wild pine cones out to forage.

( A sentry... )

Why do these things always occur to me in the parking lot?

Green Day's Jesus of Suburbia was playing as I pulled in this morning, and I kept thinking a few of the lines sounded familiar (the music, not the lyrics)

City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
And no one really seems to care

I kept wanting to stick other words where "City of Dead/Damned" was. I finally remembered the chorus of Bryan Adam's Summer of '69:

Standin' on your Mama's porch
You told me that you'd wait forever
Oh and when you held my hand
I knew that it was now or never
Those were the best days of my life

Totally opposite lyrics, but musically very similar. Adam's song is a positive paean to youth with a potentially bright future, and the Green Day's documents stagnation, hopelessness and despair. I wonder if it was intentional?

So, think you could get your guy to consider this as an everyday option?

For golfing...

...On the jobsite...

...Backpacking...

...Or just lookin' badass...

I like 'em. I showed the catalog to John and he just snorted and glared at me over his glasses. Maybe it's because I rarely wear them myself. Heh, why not? He got married in one...

...or so DP thinks:

"You long to see the great pyramids of Egypt."

That's not a fortune. That's a guess.

Hmm...my Goku clock on my desk here at work has needed new batteries for the last couple weeks.

But right at this minute, he's absolutely the correct time.

(as most stopped clocks are, twice a day.)

Honestly, I just sit down to finish an entry, and the toilet overflows.....sigh.

Silly mate asked me to wake him up when Mail Call came on, and did he stay awake for for it? Nope. Fell right back asleep. Guess he's not quite as hot for R. Lee as I thought. Although ol' R. Lee was lookin' pretty attractive when he showed up in the bathtub the other day (I am kidding).

The kids are back home - they all three spent the night with the grandmas last night. Gareth had to be reassured there were no possums, and Avalon gave her standard "Scared - Monsters" routine. Which is just her excuse for staying up and not going to sleep, because she will run in and tell me that with a big grin on her face, and generally not be scared at all while she's saying it. But it was quiet here today- almost too quiet. I'm glad they're back.

I meant to try to go the LJ bonfire at Bolsa Chica State Beach tonight, but when we came home from John's mom's, I just felt too tired. John walked by some tomato plant while we were there and it really set off his asthma. He had to take some heavy duty meds when we got home , so he wouldn't have been up to breathing any smoke either.

To work tomorrow. I need to throw some jeans in the wash. The ones I'm wearing now are worn on the top of the thighs and have holes by the back pocket. Not too appropriate to wear to work - even though I did last week. I just wore a long shirt. Then to bed with me.

I'm wondering if I'm developing a sensitivity to alcohol. Some friends of ours gave me a half bottle of Zinfandel after a trip they made and I decided to have a glass with dinner Saturday night. One glass makes me almost unbearably hot, and my stomach started hurting. Not to mention incredibly sleepy. Maybe it's the sulfites. I do enjoy wine, it would make me sad if I had to give it up.

I'm not exactly sure why the Army needs boob-jobs. Maybe they serve other functions?

I am grateful for Bott's dots. What are Bott's Dots, you say? They're those bumps on the painted lane stripes. More properly called pavement markers, I guess.

They served their purpose. I was only a block or so away from my house coming home from work yesterday, and was jolted awake by them when I drifted into the island in the center of the street. I hadn't even realized I closed my eyes.

Maybe I am too old to stay up for 24 hours. More likely it was the combination of two kids climb into bed with us last night and waking me up, instead of only one, and getting up at 4:30 for docks. Gareth was having nightmares. He also woke me up when he got up and announced "I'm going back to bed." Good for you.

Anyway, thank you, Elbert Bott.

Edit: I remember asking my mother what the bumps were for, when I was kids. She was paying attention to the road (as she should have been) instead of thinking about her reply, and answered, "So blind people know what lane they're in."

DP tells us she's going to boycott Quizno's until they get rid of those deformed singing hamster commercials.