If you can't take a little bloody nose, maybe you ought to go back home and crawl under your bed.  It's not safe out here.  It's wondrous...but it's not for the timid.  -  Q

Fear/Anxiety, is like a vampire, sucking all the juice out of life.  I see it a lot in other people, and I despise it in myself.  It's just the handiwork of Beastie, but you have to be on guard against it or you'll find life changing into something...pathetic.  Pathetic and despicable and sad.  Best just to suck it up and soldier on.  "I am hurt, but I am not slain!  I will lay me down and bleed awhile; then I'll rise to fight again."

I got this email telling about a spider who apparently likes to live under toilet seats.  These spiders have allegedly bitten and killed numerous sitees in restaurants, on airplanes, in hotels, etc.  The person who wrote the email exhorted the readers to be sure and lift up the seat of any toilet in a public place before using said toilet.  Sounds like I should send it to Hoax Buster and see what they make of it.  I'm having a hard time believing that a) a spider would be able to survive in a toilet, with all that flushing and what not going on, and b) that a spider could live where there was no prey.  I mean, spiders eat insects, right?  Well, how many insects fly around inside of toilet bowls?

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Okay, well, outhouses, maybe.  I'll be sure and lift up the seat and check for spiders the next time I go to an outhouse.  Which will be when hell freezes over.

I'm waiting for some kind of cd from Dopey.  It's something Microsoft something Office.  Apparently I need it in order to do something for wired.  Not quite clear on what.  Anyway, Dopey is in the U.S. visiting someone and said she would mail it to me from New York or one of those East Coast states.  In the meantime, AJ is trying to teach me Computer.  I now am the proud owner of lots of spread sheets and letters and other stuff.  I have 23 wired letters sitting in my inbox, waiting for me to DO SOMETHING.  And several forwards, a couple of realies, and that one about the spiders ("Look Before You Sit").

AJ isn't on line.  I've been waiting for a while, so I think I'll email her because it's almost midnight, and my learning abilities diminish with the waning of the clock.  That's not right.  Diminish with the passing of time?  The waning of the moon?  Fly me to the moon...Moon Riverrrrr...Old Man Rih-ver...Feelin' good was good enough for me - good enough for me and my Bobbeh McGee...Feelings - nothing more than feeeeeeelings...You're no good, you're no good, you're no good, Babay, you're no goooooood...

See?  I just get silly about this time of night.  I should be doing something.  Something constructive.  Something I can point to with pride and say, "SEE???  I did that!"  Something that will STAY done.

Well, I did, actually.  Today, I sorted out my Turtle Room stationery drawer.  That's the stationery drawer in The Turtle Billie Sue's room.  So.  That's done.  Plus, I wrote a thankque very much email to Tessa for sending me two cute cheetah figurines.  Tessa is in 3 Sisters Cyber Quilting.  She said she saw the cheetahs and couldn't resist.  I'm so glad she couldn't. 

Soooooo...I think I'll check and see if Drew ever opened that email, then send one to AJ, then do something and wait half an hour more for AJ.

Is this blog entry what they call, "Stream of conciousness?"  Someone please tell me!

Buona Notte

Socks:  Barefoot

****************IMPORTANT UPDATE FOR ARACHNIPHOBES:

Yeah, it WAS a hoax.  The accused, the Two-Striped Telamonia, or in some emails, Telemonia Dimidiata, isn't even venimous to humans.  What's interesting is the reason the originator of the hoax started the whole thing.  Heh.