There's a huge learning curve suddenly with LJ, or else there is something wrong with me.
I was driving home from a friend's birthday party (day 1). Somewhere along the backroads, at 3ish AM, my sharp, video game reflexes snapped to their ninja attention, when an old, granddaddy opossum was taking his nice sweet time to cross the road.
I came to a clean stop, and he just stood in the street, staring at me, as if he wondered if I was one of his neighbors, while I was containing my heart from bursting out of my chest! The audacity!
But, I'll give it to him - he was an old, and very handsome, opossum, with wild salt and pepper fur, tufted, and a cute face. He was so old, his birthday is probably sometime last ├ćon. He must have great-great-great-grand children. He has survived, this whole time, wandering around in this suburban neighborhood, no doubt eating the cat food that is served outside to outdoor cats (he was shiny, too). Actually, I think he was wearing those fingernail covers with houndstooth, or argyle.

He deserves a mention since it never occurred to me to take his photo.

Thanks for asking. I'm fine.

Is live journal a polite society thang, and I never got the memo?

Walk softly and carry a big stick. Is that how the saying goes?
Happy Birthday to Aisha and to Lily Rogers!
GGGrrrrrrrr.
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I do what the voices tell me.
I'm in a weird Cancerian way. What else is new? Can you trust me to be an emotional side-show?
Happy Bad-ass birthday, David "Pilar" Hill! Don't forget your hat and costume. Follow the sidewalk riddle. Win a prize.
17 minutes until Halloween!
Am I alone in thinking "red eye" is the most awesome aspect of photography? Why would anyone take it out?
what a big baby

For Lia.

May. 1st, 2009 12:41 am
Wow, Lia, you've shed some light on my subconscious. Maybe I'm trippin' about social roles, peer support, and observation of my life by people who's opinion I care about. And fear of failing to measure up.
You can't please all of the people all of the time.

You have a gift for dream analysis. A second sight. You nailed it with your example. My successes don't matter to the peanut gallery, only the failures. I take this too hard.
Dude, I was digging through the diaperwear bag, and this green M&M fell on the floor. Then this kid ran between my legs and pushed the stroller out of the way to get it, and he popped it in his mouth.
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