Buffy ,'Lessons'
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Well I done desecrated my flesh a little with that today. No views of the actual as I am just not that bendy it seems.
So that is tat, as it were.
Otherwise, I adore Portland but it is still a sometimes strange and terrifying land. One I am getting more comfortable in though.
It really has been too long.
Just broke my no laptop in bed rule.
When you're done, are you gonna smoke a cigarette?
When you're done, are you gonna smoke a cigarette?
Don't tempt me!
Just broke my no laptop in bed rule.Is this like the no crackers in bed rule?
Laptops in bed is just a natural thing though, bug. Unless you can't reach the power cord.
Is this like the no crackers in bed rule?
Did I tell you guys about the "cracker scale" for rating men? I learned it this weekend, and it cracks me up muchly.
Uh oh. I'm getting silly.
Unless you can't reach the power cord.
I purposefully didn't bring the power cord. That way it has to go off eventually.
Well I done desecrated my flesh a little with that today. No views of the actual as I am just not that bendy it seems.
a) looks great 2) need more from source, doubt the lack of benditude under, um, consideration. c) see 2)
4) I'm not surprised Portland has strangenesses for a desert dweller (what with all the water and all for starters), still, seems like an interesting place.
e) If you can stand Oregonia, can Canadia be far behind? IJS.
I purposefully didn't bring the power cord. That way it has to go off eventually.Or why most toys in bed have batteries.
I purposefully didn't bring the power cord. That way it has to go off eventually.
I keep my power cord near my bed, so apparently that's the default location for my laptop.
My power cord moves frequently, although, recently it's been living by the couch.
I'm not surprised Portland has strangenesses for a desert dweller (what with all the water and all for starters), still, seems like an interesting place.I've been occasionally all wordy about the water in the air in my lj.
About rain in the desert, specifically the Superstition Mountains outside Phoenix:
I loved the barren openness of it all. Those mountains were gorgeous and had a whiff of water around them even in the midst of summer. With nothing marring them. No houses, no hint of masses of people. Just desert that smelled like heaven in the rain.
But about Portland?
It's not that the rain doesn't smell right here. It just doesn't seem to have any smell at all.
There's no anticipation of rain. The vegetation doesn't strain for it. There's no anticipation. It rains and it's not even just a Tuesday. Rain is a constant possibility.
But with a change in how the the rain does or doesn't smell comes something unexpected -- the air smells good. Things are growing and blooming and exhaling oxygen that is just laced with the smell of green and the smell of alive.
Deserts are about the austere. The smell of dirt, of brush. When it is about to rain, you can smell it coming. Smell it after the water has gone too. Sage, creosote and wet sand.
This is different. I like different.
So, yeah, I think about rain a lot here. More than before I had it.
a) looks great 2) need more from source, doubt the lack of benditude under, um, consideration. c) see 2)My photographic evidence failed to capture anything that looked vaguely like a representation. I'll keep trying once I take the latest bandage off but I am waning in my hopes.
