One more thing, Nation

Colbert was awesome! Full of rich humory goodness. I want to give Wren a hug.

Paul! We can go into business together, leave the university world behind!

I'm also thinking of starting a business wherein I can help some of these poor dweebs market themselves online. "I don't care how many football players wear the Cosby sweater! And come here, I have to show you how to part your hair down the side." I'll get a traveling hairstylist to come along. Then I'll take photos of them that are actually appealing (and current).

I really think this could work, had I actual entrepreneurial skills.

Quandries

I did it. I joined Match again. And I'm getting a slew of messages to the effect of "THANK GOD SOMEONE CREATIVE!" Which is definitely something I saw a lack of previously (creativity), and DEFINITELY over at eHarmony. (I'm not even bothering with Nerve/Salon and will cancel that account. Everyone on it is in NYC.) Yes I will try to actually meet people. Some of you might need to help me by being on the other side of the room or something. As they say far too often in this town, "It IS Ithaca," so the chances of running into people you know is pretty high anyway.

Anyway, back to our story.

I say in my profile that I'm mostly vegetarian and -- well. There's the problem; I apparently DON'T say it! Crimony! So that's why two hunters have winked at me. Huh. See I was going to ask you what you thought I should say to hunters who contact me, if you think I should say anything at all. I thought it would only be fair so they don't think I think they're ugly volcano-faces or anything. WELL. NOW.

What should I say to THESE hunters? I don't have to say anything. I can click a "No thanks" thingy and let that be it. Anyway. Give me your 2 cents, there's a pal.






Signed, the Brotherhood of the Cree Word.

*grumble*

I quit eHarmony a little while ago, cos it's full of boring boring BORING men and I hate the way it's run. But now I find myself missing the little bits of attention that come from an online dating site. I sort of joined Nerve.com tonight, but it's really the same service as Salon's personals, which I joined a few months ago and have gotten NOTHING from at all. I was just trying to upgrade, but the page is only partially encrypted, sez the padlock with a red slash mark through it ...

I *JUST* *WANT* to *MEET* someone. Why is that so much to ask? Gar.

You know I'm gonna end up back on Match.

BABY PORCUPINE! BANANA! HICCUPS!

Sorry, one day I'll finish my YouTube account so I can just post the video here, but

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


"Oh man. and I thought the bottle feeding was cute."




This way you also get to see all the other baby porcupine links.

UPDATE

According to public information, the Dalai Lama is only in town for two days, Tuesday and Wednesday.

Or so the Germans would have us believe.

But he will be blessing the site.

When I tell the story, it will be His Holiness with the hammer.

1. "Namgyal Monastery in Ithaca, New York, is the North American Seat of His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama." I quote the website.

2. Said monks are building a new facility in a spot I can see readily. It will be called Dü Khor Choe Ling, or The Land of Kalachakra Study and Practice. My landlady said something about the Dalai Lama needing to bless the archway at the entrance to the driveway. Or maybe that he already had. Let's go with the former.

3. The Dalai Lama is in Ithaca this week giving a series of public events. They sold out really fast.

4. A little bit ago I was sitting on the couch and ... heard a flute playing, in what my small brain deciphered as a Buddhist monkish way. Eventually I hooked Rogue up on her new leash and went outside to see what I could see. Which was nothing. I did hear voices and laughter, though, as well as what could be described as a praying silence. And hammering. And I sure thought I heard the word/name "Buddha" at one point (granted, it could have been "gouda" or maybe "food-a"). The only thing I finally saw was cars (2) driving away.

I waved.

The latest

Went home for an extended weekend, and it was really good. I didn't feel too great so didn't spend much time outside, which is too bad because our backyard in Orchard Park is a real place of peace for me, an anchor in the world. But so it goes. Saw Chet, which was delightful. Karla and I went to Tandoori's, an Indian restaurant that's supposed to be fantastic, but I have to say I was disappointed. (I even like Diamond's ordered-from-the-menu food better.) Memories of India has spoiled me so, down there with its best food on the planet and all. Ohhh, sweet sweet palak paneer; truly ye must be the food of the gods.

I thought I had things to say here. Said things are eluding me now.

I pretty much wanted to come pack up the cats and move. I'll need money first, though. There's a development writer job open at UB, and that's what I do now, but it looks like it would be all the parts of this job that I hate and none that I like. And I'd have to do it for at least another year. But I'll apply, and we'll see. It could be better than I think.

I think I want to get away from writing somehow anyway. Away from the computer. How, well, good question. I'm accepting ideas. Contest! Come up with the next great career step for Cree. A logical one, too. I will not suffer ye cries of "giraffe medicine!"

MY SKILLS/TALENTS
writing, sorta
editing
reading
sleeping poorly
scratching kitties' noggins
drawing
party planning, kinda
taking the pictures
monkey haiku fashioning
guacamole making
finding the car I came in
finding shortcuts and alternate routes
going on vacation
staying awake at work
decorating baked things
laughing at the funny
being critical of movies and TV shows
being single
putting things off
eating out

I also like the pretty clothes. Just keep that in mind when you're deliberating. Nothing requiring ugly or restrictive clothing.

(Also no nudity. Sorry! I know!)

Oh, and many many MANY thanks to my kittywatchers. Y'all are the best.