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I heard about a plane crash in Turkey yesterday, a russian aircraft hit some power lines and went down in bad weather (apparantly) outside a tourist resort only about half a kilometer from the airport.
Well, today, I read all 28 people aboard survived the impact! Sure, many are seriously injured, but it seems none life-threateningly so! I don't know why, but I just felt glad reading it. Relieved...
Now all I have to do is win the lottery and this will be a pretty good day. 
Hugs, all!
-L
"But he that hath the steerage of my course,
direct my sail."
-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act One, Scene IV
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It is agood thing Lenny and seems to have brightened your Mood. I am sure that the families of those injured will also feel better.
People have a habit of changing your direction through life
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(As long as the money last that is!)
Bought two CDs; the soundtrack to Star Trek: First Contact by Jerry Goldsmith (mainly, anyway. One track's by his son Joel, and then there's those weird old rock tunes on it too which I don't count. ). (Btw: Joel's a nice name. J-names in general are...)
The other is the latest album by Icelandic band Sigur Rós, it's called "( )", and has eight untitled tracks on it ranging from 6:33 minutes to 13:00 minutes, NONE of which has a word on it that anyone apart from maybe the band itself can understand. You see, Jónsi, the singer, delivers the lyrics in the imaginary language of Hopelandic... Looking for help in the little booklet included in the CD jewel case leads nowhere: it has a couple pages in it, all of them BLANK, printed on translucent paper, and when held up to a lightsource it forms a kind of leaf motif or something. I must admit this CD kind of messes with my head...
On my way to the CD store I passed the cinema where they'll start selling tickets to the next Lord of the Rings movie in a couple days. There was a queue fifty meters long (that's about 167 feet I think) leading up to the entrance, not including the three or four tents (!) people had put up around the corner of the building...
On my back from the store the queue was gone. I think most people had noticed then that tickets wouldn't be released until the eighteenth, heh heh! I also saw a couple pigeons gorging themselves on some poor camping sod's food supply! They had ripped into a brown paper bag, broken through tin-foil defenses and were tearing away with their beaks at some baguette sandwiches stowed in there. The pigeons were all sprinkled with little bits of what looked like tuna-mayo; highly disgusting! I shooed them away and laughed heartily to myself, thinking of what facial expression the camper would have when discovering his (her? there were girls camping out too!) ruined sandwiches! Might require a long trek back down the mountainside to basecamp to fetch more supplies. Maybe as far as 75 meters to the closest McDonald's restaurant in fact. 
And it's actually below freezing in the air as well, what lovely camping weather...
-L
"But he that hath the steerage of my course,
direct my sail."
-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act One, Scene IV
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Glad you noticed that silver lining.
So happy for all those that survived, I also hope they will be of good health soon.
My prayers are with you all.
Kevin
"Be excellent to each other, and, party on dudes"!
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It went okay. Had to skip one triceps exercise because my right hand still hurts after smacking my flatscreen monitor. It IS getting better, but it's real slow going. 
Otherwise, things went pretty good. I've only been working out once a week for three mondays in a row, but I'll try to step up the pace again.
Saw the hottest thing EVER today at the gym! Well, not ever maybe hehe, but it was pretty darn nice. Imagine cute guy around 20 or so, well I think he's cute and around 20, I only saw him from behind while I was pumping away sitting in the chest press machine. He was on the gluteus exerciser, you stand upright on it leaning slightly forwards with your chest against a pad and lift one leg at a time backwards with a cushioned roller pressing against the back of the leg, working out your butt muscles. He had a girl at his left side, she was also young and really cute too, dressed in pink top and black shorts (or was it the other way around? I can't remember). I'm not sure if she was just a friend helping him work out or his girlfriend.
Well anyway, as he's working out his right buttock, the girl puts her hand on his lower back and lets it slide across to the right side and then down on the upper part of his butt, feeling it tense up. She keeps it there as he does a couple reps...
Then he moves over to the left leg instead. He does a couple reps, she puts her hand on his left buttock too... Not like gripping him or squeezing him. Just holding it there, feeling the muscle flexing.
MMMM! Nice... Wish it had been me holding my hand on his butt!
On my way home it was getting dark. It is definitely winter now, dusk start to set in around four in the afternoon. At the bus stop near our biggest shopping mall, about ten or maybe fifteen minutes of walking from the gym, I saw a mother and a little girl. She was just a toddler really, dressed in a thick coverall to protect her from the chill. She stood there with her little naked hand pointing at two huge yellow construction cranes across the street, her mom was crouching at her side and holding up the little girl's hand, helping her point. They were smiling, and I can imagine the mother saying something like, "Ooh LOOK! A huge CRANE! See how big it is?", or something like that to her child. Like you do with really young 'uns. I suppose it was an impressive sight to the wee little girl, they were tall as a ten-storey building or something, and sending out a strong orange glow from their floodlights.
It made me remember a dream I had once, long long ago. I was just a kid then, not sure how old really. It was a faery-tale dream. A boy out on an adventure, a dangerous adventure. I was in a forest, I seem to remember it was the kind of forest you see in children's books, with flat ground covered with shortly cropped grass and big oak-like trees spaced at regular intervals. Not the kind of forests you find in the real world where it goes up and down, and there's dead branches and bramble and stuff that snag your clothes, and there's no order of any kind really. Just nature.
Well anyway, it was a faery-tale dream so it's allowed to be a bit unrealistic. I met a big owl living in an oval hole in a tree. It dispensed wisdom and advice to aid me in my quest, though I do not remember specifically what it said, I know it told me it would be dangerous, and warned me of the evil hook.
The evil hook? Well, I'm sure the owl didn't use those words exactly, but that's the impression I got. The evil hook was attached to a big chain, and hung from a crane. All of the crane was evil, and wanted to basically kill and destroy I think, but the hook specifically was extra evil.
I must have journeyed onwards, and I'm not sure but there might have been a girl companion too, and I think we gathered animals as well to help us. You know, talking intelligent faery-tale animals that wanted to get rid of the oppression the evil hook excerted on them. I know this doesn't make much sense, but it was a dream, alright? We were in a big clearing that sloped downwards, and there, beyond it, we saw it. The crane. It was made of gray stone sections with serrated vertical ridges like an ancient greek column, and it attacked us, swinging its evil hook at us. The hook was HUGE, as big as two men or more in height, and made of solid black iron and very very evil.
I was scared as hell, and we all ran for our lives, scattering in every direction. I barely dodged it once, or maybe several times even. If it had hit me, I would have died. The hook was winning! We were no match for it! We were too scared and too small to be able to defeat it, or even harm it!
But suddenly the crane swung its hook again, and it must have swung it too hard or something because it became unbalanced. Since it was made of sections instead of one solid structure, it broke apart and came crashing down to the ground...! We won!
The dream ended somewhere around there, so I guess I missed the big victory party with all the animals, and I must have missed being kissed by the girl too. Dammit, what rotten luck!
Hm, not sure why I told you all this, since there's really not much point to it... Just felt like it, I suppose.
-L
"But he that hath the steerage of my course,
direct my sail."
-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act One, Scene IV
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Darren
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Registered: January 1970
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Don't know what to say about your owl-crane dream, but I did enjoy your trip to the gym. Man, you don't need to read any stories, just your trips to the gym. I guess you must wear baggy pants!
I hope the hand gets better, if you know what I mean!!!!
Darren
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Registered: January 1970
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These are the little stories I'm always telling you about..... the ones where you paint a picture in my mind. You have great visual description. The little girl with her mom, the dream, the girl feeling the guy's muscles clench..........my favorite is still Simon's tree but please keep sharing these.
"So dawn goes down to day...Nothing gold can stay"
smith
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..."Make-people-go-'Aaaawwww...!'-post", but I don't care!
Today it's snowing. Well, not right now, but it was about half an hour ago, two centimeters in one hour. Pretty decent if I may say so, hope it decides to hang around for a while...though that's probably asking too much.
I was doing a little bit of laundry this morning, my gym clothes had become rather ripe despite my best attempts at handwashing them, something needed to be done. On the way back from picking up my clothes again I bought lunch and some other supplies. Milk, Mach3 razor blades, more washing detergent since I was running low, such things. On my way to the store, I passed a small dog standing on top of a bench outside the store. It was not directly in the snowfall, but it was totally exposed to the elements anyway. I say small dog, because, really, it was no bigger than the average woman's handbag or so. Maybe a bit heavier, but overall not very big.
I don't know much about dogs, but to me it looked like a little terrier with cream-colored fur over most of it's body, a big light-brown patch on its back and a smaller on its head, and it was such an unhappy little dog too. It yelled and whimpered in a high-pitched voice, standing there alone in the freezing winds.
I don't much like dogs either for the most part (Setras, you know about this), but I actually found myself wanting to pick up that little dog and put it inside my jacket and give it warmth. I looked at the dog, and it looked back at me with sad brown doggie-eyes, as if asking, "Will you take care of me?"
If dogs could cry, I believe it would have been weeping.
Dogs love us unconditionally, someone said in that other thread. If so, I would think that small dog was sad not because it blamed its master for tying it up there in the wind and the snow. It was sad because it was cold and lonely, desperately hoping that its master would come back to it soon so they could be together again.
I don't know what happened to that little dog. It was there when I came to the store. It was there still when I left not much later. Whimpering, yelling for its master.
-L
"But he that hath the steerage of my course,
direct my sail."
-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act One, Scene IV
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I cried a lil when I read that, no one, even a dog, deserves to be so abandoned no matter for HOW long...
I hope the doggie got home and warmed up.
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