18 days to go until the end of my community custody, three years it’s been.  Won’t miss going to the office and sitting an hour waiting for the officer.

Tonight, my oldest son Carl, who kept Eskimo going in my absence, will be coming over and we’ll be watching some movies we rented at Scarecrow.  Among them is The Grand Budapest Hotel, which my wife and I have seen but my son hasn’t.  It’s a good enough film to see twice.  The Wiki describes it as a comedy film, and certainly there is a lot of comedy in it, but it is more than that, it is a story film, well written and illustrated.  It is one of those films with a lot of detail which makes it worth watching several times.

This head scuz, 2-1/2 months into it, is still not entirely gone although it’s now down to an intermittent runny nose which is a lot easier to deal with than sinus and bronchial congestion.  At least I can sleep and mostly breath now.

It seems like computers are not being nice to me recently, the failure with the kernel upgrades, a problem with VNC on shellx, and now a problem with KDE Desktop on Mint and Ubuntu.  Solutions to all of these problems elude me thus far.

     I had to go down the co-location facility to reboot the old shell server, eskimo.com.  After doing that I stopped at a Jack In The Box about a block away, both because I needed to use a rest room and there are none provided in the co-location facility (you would think that a place where people occasionally might have to work for hours would provide such things) and I was hungry.

     I’m sitting at a table eating my Jack’s Spicy Chicken sandwich when this man comes in.  He is well dressed and groomed, gives all the appearances of a functional person, until he takes a position more or less at the centre of the restaurant, and starts announcing that all the Starbucks within walking distance have bombs in their telephones.  He further announces that the FBI and CIA are in on it.  They’ve killed tens of thousands, no hundreds of thousands.  He then started to mutter about the drugs they make him take (and he obviously hadn’t taken).

     At this point one of the store employees threatens to call the police and then pulled out a cell phone and started to dial, and then the man left.

     Too bad, I wanted to hear the rest of the story…  Not to dismiss the serious of this man’s condition, but he’s not the first schizophrenic I’ve encountered, but I do find it interesting how the stories they tell are so much like a dream, jumping from subject to subject without any logical constraints that normally apply to every day reality.

     Well anyway, that’s been the highlight of my day, so far..

     Had to leave my men’s accountability group today because another member brought their baby daughter in.  My community custody conditions, as defined by the DOC, forbids me contact with minors, even though the courts did not order that as part of my sentence, so I had to leave the group.

     I’m sure there is a constitutional issue there because it should be the courts and not some agency that determines ones sentence, but I haven’t the money nor the will to fight it, I’ve seen enough court to last me a lifetime, and in twenty days it will be moot.  I think it’s an issue that society should address because it’s overall harmful and not helpful.

     But for me, in twenty days it will be moot.

     Come on folks, nobody has even taken a poke at Auntie Grizelda, and those lyrics, the whole song for that matter, kept going through my brain as I tried to go to sleep last night.  Google hasn’t been helpful, even though they know where I am, where I’ve been, and pretty much what I’m thinking.

     Here is the quandary for me, no bird of prey has ever lit on me or anyone that I know.  Hence, it isn’t obvious to me how Anti Grizelda is different in this respect or what possible qualities that it these lyrics may be inferring about her.

In the Monkees song, Auntie Grizelda, what is meant by, “no bird of prey has ever lit on auntie Grizelda”?

These were all taken with whatever available light existed just after midnight on a moonless mostly clear night. The lighting comes from street lamps and house lights and sometimes distant street lamps reflected off of clouds and some stars are visible. These were all shot with a Canon Rebel set to ASA 1600, but sometimes severely under-exposed and then tweaked with Gimp.

Foot bridge over I-5 at 195th Street NE in Shoreline.

Me watching Big Brother watch me!

Just my shadow…

We have interesting neighbours, Christmas was three months ago.

The Seahawks lost but our next door neighbour is holding out hope for next season.

Gardening at Night.. Or at least watching the neighbours garden at night…

Starry Starry Night…

I’d like to dedicate this to my friend George…