I clearly do not use LiveJournal to my greatest potential, and I realize I should pattern my journal entries after Jez's, kightp, reporter style; the first sentence of anything written needs to pack the essence of what follows as if it were a viral meme, it's memetic code wound tightly like a virgin's... uh, oh, never mind. Thus, here lies my year's monthlies:
We're home having returned early from First Night Santa Cruz.
We're other home, back to Kirkland from Santa Cruz.
Oh how I wish spring would, well, spring soonest.
What a ride home from San Jose.
Here are some photos I managed to shoot during my brief stay in Tokyo.
I ought to have backdated this to April 1st, but then this is a real event though it seems otherwise.
Moof, I have waiting all morning for a break in the rains.
Fireworks just started up a short while ago.
"No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking."
Code named Xena, the 10th planet of our solar system which is 20% larger than Pluto, has a moon code named Gabrielle.
Bumper tag heard on a TV movie: "Category 7: the end of the world, brought to you by Lunesta.".
New Orleans is no more; it is being replaced by Nu Orleans, a haven for tourists who have no idea or perhaps do not care about the devastation that lies but a few blocks from the bustling French Quarter.