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26 august 2002 monday

felina mania.

yesterday my friends bob and denise brought their kitty,
moxie, over to stay here a week while they go to
burningman.  its gonna to be fun to have another kitty here
to play with and generally bother ume prudence.  so far
they are getting along.  no fights.  just basically
avoiding each other and slinking around being nervous about
their lives in general.   


22 august 2002 thursday

tuesday evening after i fixed myself a bowl of miso 
soup and relaxed i began feeling a bit better.  i 
went to bed hoping this sickness was just a 24-hour 
bug.

about 330 that morning (wednesday) i awoke with 
intense pain in my left hip.  it felt fractured. 
and believe me, i know what fractures feel like.  
ive had dozens. 

sleeping through the rest of that night was painful 
and difficult.  everytime i moved my "broken" hip 
felt worse.  i got out of bed later that morning in 
intense pain in my leg.  i couldn't figure out what 
happened.  had i been abducted by aliens and they 
broke my leg?

as the day wore on i noticed my pains increasing.  
they were spreading through my legs.  by the end 
of the day i felt as if i had multiple fractures 
in both my legs.

i realized then it must be the sickness i thought 
i was healing from.  my scratchy throat and cough 
settled into my bones--or something.  i'm not quite 
sure.  all i know is the pains got worse as the day 
progressed.

i went to bed last night feeling like i had been hit 
by a train.  the pain is spreading through all my bones 
and muscles now.  i don't know what's going on, but if 
this continues i won't be able to take care of myself 
in day to day existence because the pain is just too 
intense.

i hope this is just a passing thing.  i don't want to 
be in this much pain.  i don't think i can take it, and 
i have a high pain tolerance.  but this -- i don't think 
i can endure for long.  i hope this fever or whatever it 
is goes away soon.  i'm running out of fortitude



20 august 2002 tuesday

i'm so ill.  i think i have the plague.  my sinuses are
draining like a seive.  my throat is so swollen i can
barely breathe.  and it hurts hurts hurts, along with every
joint in my body.

as you can see below i quit with the misused expressions
you can look up the rest on your own.

blahhh.


17 august 2002 saturday



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blue crush




13 august 2002 tuesday


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misused expressions (continued)

Effect.   As noun, means
result; as verb, means to bring about, accomplish (not to
be confused with affect, which means "to influence"). 
 As noun, often loosely used in perfunctory writing about
fashions, music, painting, and other arts: "an Oriental
effect;" "effects in pale green;" "very delicate effects;"
"broad effects;" "subtle effects;" "a charming effect was
produced by." The writer who has a definite meaning to
express will not take refuge in such vagueness.


-- from William Strunk, Jr. (1869–1946).
The Elements of Style.  1918. 




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xxx



12 august 2002 monday

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misused expressions (continued)

Due to. Incorrectly used
for through, because of, or owing to, in adverbial phrases:
"He lost the first game, due to carelessness." In correct
use related as predicate or as modifier to a particular
noun: "This invention is due to Edison;" "losses due to
preventable fires." 


-- from William Strunk, Jr. (1869–1946).
The Elements of Style.  1918. 



11 august 2002 sunday

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misused expressions (continued)

Dependable.A needless
substitute for reliable, trustworthy. 


-- from William Strunk, Jr. (1869–1946).
The Elements of Style.  1918. 




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bloodwork




10 august 2002 saturday

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misused expressions (continued)

Consider. Not followed by
as when it means, "believe to be." "I consider him
thoroughly competent." Compare, "The lecturer considered
Cromwell first as soldier and second as administrator,"
where "considered" means "examined" or "discussed." 


-- from William Strunk, Jr. (1869–1946).
The Elements of Style.  1918. 




9 august 2002 friday

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misused expressions (continued)

Clever.  This word has
been greatly overused; it is best restricted to ingenuity
displayed in small matters. 


-- from William Strunk, Jr. (1869–1946).
The Elements of Style.  1918. 



8 august 2002 thursday

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misused expressions (continued)

Compare.  To compare to is to point out 
or imply resemblances, between objects regarded as 
essentially of different order; to compare with is 
mainly to point out differences, between objects 
regarded as essentially of the same order. Thus life 
has been compared to a pilgrimage, to a drama, to a 
battle; Congress may be compared with the British 
Parliament. Paris has been compared to ancient Athens; 
it may be compared with modern London. 


-- from William Strunk, Jr. (1869–1946).
The Elements of Style.  1918. 





7 august 2002 wednesday

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misused expressions (continued)

Claim, vb.  With object-noun, means lay 
claim to. May be used with a dependent clause if 
this sense is clearly involved: "He claimed that 
he was the sole surviving heir." (But even here, 
"claimed to be" would be better.) Not to be used 
as a substitute for declare, maintain, or charge. 


-- from William Strunk, Jr. (1869–1946).
The Elements of Style.  1918. 



6 august 2002 tuesday

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misused expressions (continued)

Character.  Often simply redundant, used 
from a mere habit of wordiness. 

 
Acts of a hostile character -- Hostile acts
  

-- from William Strunk, Jr. (1869–1946).
The Elements of Style.  1918. 



5 august 2002 monday


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misused expressions (continued)

Certainly.  Used indiscriminately 
by some speakers, much as others use very, to intensify 
any and every statement. A mannerism of this kind, bad 
in speech, is even worse in writing. 
 

-- from William Strunk, Jr. (1869–1946).
The Elements of Style.  1918. 



4 august 2002 sunday

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misused expressions (continued)

Case.  The Concise Oxford Dictionary 
begins its definition of this word: "instance of 
a thing's occurring; usual state of affairs." In 
these two senses, the word is usually unnecessary. 

 
In many cases, the rooms were poorly ventilated. Many 
of the rooms were poorly ventilated.It has rarely been 
the case that any mistake has been made.Few mistakes 
have been made.

 See Wood, Suggestions to Authors, pp. 68-71, and Quiller-Couch, 
The Art of Writing, pp. 103-106. 
 

-- from William Strunk, Jr. (1869–1946).
The Elements of Style.  1918. 



3 august 2002 saturday

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misused expressions (continued)

Bid.  Takes the infinitive without to. The past tense is bade.
 

-- from William Strunk, Jr. (1869–1946).
The Elements of Style.  1918. 



2 august 2002 friday

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misused expressions (continued)

As to whether.  Whether is sufficient; see under Rule 13.  
 

-- from William Strunk, Jr. (1869–1946).
The Elements of Style.  1918. 



1 august 2002 thursday

Lughnasaid

August 1 - Lammas Day. From the Old English hlaf, "loaf,"
and maesse, "mass" or "feast," Lammas is very old indeed.
It derives from the ancient English festival the Gule of
August, which marked the beginning of the harvest,
traditionally August 1. The early English church kept this
pagan dedication of the first fruits but converted it to
Christian usage. Through the centuries, "loaf-mass" became
corrupted in spelling and pronunciation to Lammas. On
Lammas Day, loaves of bread were baked from the
first-ripened grain and brought to the churches to be
consecrated. To the Celts, this was Lughnasaid, the feast
of the wedding of the Sun god and the Earth goddess, and
also a harvest festival. In Ireland, baskets of blueberries
are still offered to a sweetheart in commemoration of the
original fertility festival. In Scotland, the Lammastide
fairs became famous for trial marriages that could be ended
without question after a year. "After Lammas Day, corn
ripens as much by night as by day." 
 

-- from -- the old farmer's almanac  


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misused expressions (continued)

As good or better than.  
Expressions of this type should be corrected
by rearranging the sentence. 
 
My opinion is as good or better than his. / My opinion is 
as good as his, or better (if not better).
 

-- from William Strunk, Jr. (1869–1946).
The Elements of Style.  1918. 



31 july 2002 wednesday

in celebration of the end of one month and the beginning 
of another, and for lack of anything better to do, hereby
begins a daily lesson straight from good old w. strunk, jr.

V. WORDS AND EXPRESSIONS COMMONLY MISUSED

(Many of the words and expressions here listed are not so
much bad English as bad style, the commonplaces of careless
writing. As illustrated under Feature, the proper
correction is likely to be not the replacement of one word
or set of words by another, but the replacement of vague
generality by definite statement.) 

All right.  Idiomatic in familiar speech 
as a detached phrase in the sense, "Agreed," or "Go ahead." 
In other uses better avoided.  Always written as two words. 
 

-- from William Strunk, Jr. (1869–1946).
The Elements of Style.  1918. 




27 july 2002 saturday

happy birthday dad! and many many more.


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signs




22 july 2002 monday



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eight-legged freaks




21 july 2002 sunday


spam of the day/sunday sermon:


THE ORIGIN OF PETS 

A newly discovered chapter in the Book of Genesis has
provided the answer to the question "Where do pets come
from?" 

Adam and Eve said, "Lord, when we were in the garden, 
you walked with us every day. Now we do not see you any
more. We are lonesome here, and it is difficult for us 
to remember how much you love us." 

And God said, "No problem! I will create a companion 
for you that will be with you forever and who will be 
a reflection of my love for you, so that you will love 
me even when you cannot see me. Regardless of how 
selfish or childish or unlovable you may be, this new
companion will accept you as you are and will love you 
as I do, in spite of yourselves." 

And God created a new animal to be a companion for Adam 
and Eve. And it was a good animal. And God was pleased. 
And the new animal was pleased to be with Adam and Eve 
and he wagged his tail. 

And Adam said, "Lord, I have already named all the 
animals in the Kingdom and I cannot think of a name 
for this new animal." 

And God said, "No problem. Because I have created this 
new animal to be a reflection of my love for you, his 
name will be a reflection of my own name, and you will 
call him DOG." 

And Dog lived with Adam and Eve and was a companion 
to them and loved them. And they were comforted. And 
God was pleased. And Dog was content and wagged his 
tail. 

After a while, it came to pass that an angel came to 
the Lord and said, "Lord, Adam and Eve have become 
filled with pride. They strut and preen like peacocks 
and they believe they are worthy of adoration. Dog 
has indeed taught them that they are loved, but perhaps 
too well." 

And God said, "No problem! I will create for them 
a companion who will be with them forever and who 
will see them as they are. The companion will remind 
them of their limitations, so they will know that 
they are not always worthy of adoration." 

And God created CAT to be a companion to Adam and Eve. 

And Cat would not obey them. And when Adam and Eve gazed
into Cat's eyes, they were reminded that they were not 
the supreme beings. 

And Adam and Eve learned humility. And they were greatly
improved. 

And God was pleased. 

And Dog was happy. 

And Cat didn't give a shit one way or the other. 

###

end of spam/sermon




19 july 2002 friday

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k19: the widowmaker



18 july 2002 thursday

today's shadows show-by-show synopsis
by robin @ http://dsboards.com

566 - Barnabas wanders the woods, searching for Tom Jennings.  
At the Old House, in the basement, Julia lies on the floor,
unconscious.  Willie comes in, calling to her, and goes downstairs.  
He finds her, kneels and slaps her hands.  Can you hear me? he cries.  
She opens her eyes and looks at him.  He asks if she recognizes him, 
and she does.  She feels her neck, but when Willie asks what's wrong 
with it, she says nothing.  He observes how weak she seems, but she 
says she just has a stiff neck.  Willie helps her up and seats her 
on a stool.  She assures him she's all right, but he says that can't 
be, given how he found her.  She says she fainted from too much work.  
Willie says she needs to take it easy.  She says she'll return to 
Collinwood and go to bed.  She tells him she'd appreciate it if 
he doesn't tell Barnabas about this, and he wonders why not.  She 
doesn't want Barn to worry about her, and makes Willie promise to 
keep mum.  Willie offers to walk her back to Collinwood, but she 
assures him she'll be all right.  She looks deathly pale as she heads 
upstairs, her hand on her neck.  Willie notes how messed up the lab 
is, and seems perplexed.  There is glass on the floor, the notebooks,
too.  Why? 
 
Mrs. Johnson, annoyed, answers the door at Collinwood.  It's Julia.  
Mrs. Johnson apologizes for locking her out, but she thought everyone 
was in the house already.  Julia, looking near collapse, stumbles in.  
Mrs. J tells her it would make things a lot easier if people informed 
her of their comings and goings.  Seemingly in a trance, Julia walks 
upstairs, ignoring Mrs. Johnson, who is irritated she didn't even get 
a thank you.   
 
Barnabas finds Willie straightening up the lab and inquires after
Julia.  Willie evasively says she returned to Collinwood--he doesn't 
know why.  Barnabas thought she'd be working late, at least that is 
what she said.  She must have changed her mind, suggests Willie, she 
was tired, needed rest, was working too hard.  Barnabas can tell Willie 
is holding back information and demands to know what.

Willie says nothing, but Barn says he's behaving strangely-why?  
Willie says he promised not to tell, but Barnabas forces it out 
of him: Willie found her unconscious.  Barnabas is angry he didn't 
tell him before, but Willie says it's just overwork and she'll be 
fine tomorrow.  Barnabas says he had better be right, and hurries
upstairs.  Willie is angry at himself for revealing what he promised 
Julia he wouldn't.   
 
Julia ties an orange scarf around her throat to cover her vampire
hickeys.  Mrs. Johnson knocks at her door-she thought Julia would 
already be leaving.  I'm not leaving today, says Julia, I'm staying 
in bed all day--not feeling well--a bit rundown.  She tells Mrs. 
Johnson to have the room curtained off; there's too much sunlight.  
Julia stares at her pale countenance in the mirror.  She doesn't 
want to see anyone or take any calls, too, says Julia.  Mrs. Johnson 
promises she won't be disturbed.   
 
Barnabas lets himself into Collinwood after knocking.  He's 
in dark blue, my favorite color on him.  Mrs. Johnson greets him.  
He asks her to tell Julia he wants to see her, but Mrs. Johnson 
says Julia gave her strict orders that she wasn't to be disturbed 
today-she wasn't feeling good and was staying in bed all day.  She 
isn't herself, says Mrs. Johnson.  In what way is she different? 
inquires Barnabas.  Hard to explain--she's in some sort of daze, 
says Mrs. J.  Barnabas insists on seeing her, but Mrs. Johnson 
refuses-no exceptions!  Barnabas says he must talk to her.  He asks 
if she'd bring Julia a note from him, and Mrs. J says Julia didn't 
tell her she wouldn't accept notes.  Barnabas sits and scrawls a note, 
then gives it to Mrs. J and tells her he wants an answer as soon as
possible.  Barnabas contemplates. . .something.   
 
Julia lies in bed, fingering her fang marks.  She adjusts her 
scarf when Mrs. J. knocks.  The housekeeper indicates Barnabas' 
note and tells her he's waiting downstairs.  He was upset over 
Julia's not wanting to see any visitors, explains Mrs. Johnson, 
but Julia says he has to wait until she's feeling better.  She 
hands Julia Barnabas' note, explaining that he's awaiting a response, 
but Julia rips in up into little pieces.  (how much did this shock 
you-has another taken Barnabas' place in Julia's heart?) 
 
Night - Julia lies in bed.  Willie enters her room and smiles 
at her.  He shakes her leg, waking her up.  He asks her not to 
get mad, he's only following orders from Barnabas.  She orders 
him to go.  Willie tells her Barnabas is upset with her for not 
seeing him today--Mrs. Johnson told him she tore up the note.  
Julia says she just isn't feeling well, there's no reason for 
Barn to be upset.  Willie reminds her she was supposed to be 
working on the experiment, and she quickly says she knows that 
and hopes she can get there tomorrow.

Willie asks if she'll be all right then--she looks like she could 
go back to the Old House right now!  I don't want to, says Julia--
is that why Barnabas sent you?  He wants to see you, says Willie, 
but Julia says it ain't gonna happen, and to tell him that.  The dog
howls.  Willie glances sharply at Julia.  Is she sure there isn't 
something else she wants to tell him?  Julia asks if he wants her 
to call Miss Stoddard in there, and Willie backs out as the dogs 
howl more ferociously. 
 
Tom, in the woods, summons Julia.  "Can you hear me, Julia?  I am 
waiting for you.  You will leave the house and come to me now.  You 
will know the way, Julia, I am waiting!"  He grins, anticipating his 
food heading his way.   
 
Mrs. Johnson spots Julia leaving the house, but when she asks where 
he's going, Julia walks right past her, in a trance.  She doesn't 
know if she's sick or she's not, complains Mrs. Johnson, but she 
leans against the closed door and listens to the howling dogs, looking 
sickly herself.

Julia meets Tom in the woods, like a lover.  "You heard me call to 
you," he says, "and you knew where to come.""Yes," she says, sounding 
downright ecstatic.  "Come here, Jooolia," he says, and, pulling her 
into his arms.  He bends down and eagerly sinks his fangs into her 
throat. 
 
At the Old House, Barnabas paces, worried, twisting his fingers 
around each other.  Willie comes in, walking slowly.  Barn asks 
where Julia is.  She wouldn't come with me, confesses Willie.  
I'm worried about her, says Barnabas, as the dogs howl.  Willie 
says Julia looked OK when he saw her, but she seemed a little 
healthier than the night before.  Yes, but it won't last long, 
says Barnabas, light dawning.  He heads out the door.  "I must 
see Julia," says Barnabas, leaving Willie looking upset and 
fearful over what new horror has befallen all of them. 
 
Julia stands in the woods, looking like a woman who has just 
had the most erotic experience of her life.  Tom circles her, 
asking if she's sure no one knows where she is.  Yes, very sure, 
she says.  He tells her she now knows she must come to him here, 
every night.  "Yes," says Julia happily.  She must tell no one, 
he says, and tells her to return to Collinwood.  Eagerly, she 
tells him she will stay with him, if he wants her to, but he says 
no, if she's gone too long, it might arouse suspicion.  Reluctantly, 
she leaves him.  He gazes after her, pleased.  

Barnabas enters Collinwood.   Julia comes in, surprised to see 
him.  He comments that he thought her too sick to go out, and she 
says she just went for a walk right outside.  He's looking at her 
very closely.  She's touching her blue scarf, adjusting it, and he 
wonders why he didn't see her, since he just arrived--she must have 
come through the woods.  She turns away from his scrutiny, saying 
she's tired and must go to bed.  He stops her-she has to answer some 
questions first.  Not now, she protests.  Yes, now!  He asks if she 
was walking in the woods.  She points out that it's ridiculous for 
her to walk alone in the woods at night.  Relentlessly:  "Why were 
you unconscious when Willie found you last night?  And why did you 
remain in your room today-and not see me at all?  And finally.  why 
are you wearing that scarf?"

She starts to say it was cold out, and he points out it isn't cold 
in there, so she should take it off.  "Take it off, Julia!" 
he demands, against her protests, and he yanks it off her 
throat, revealing the puncture wounds.  Julia gazes at him 
defensively while he stares at her, stunned. 
 
NOTES:  Who thinks Barnabas should have figured out Julia's 
problem as soon as he heard she'd been found unconscious in 
the lab-or at the very least, suspected?  He knew Tom had 
escaped his stake and would be trolling for victims.   
 
What do you think of Tom as a vampire?  Sloppy, erotic, 
something Julia deserves, perhaps craved.  What a difference 
between Julia and Joe as victims, huh?  Whereas Jonathan Frid 
abhorred having to open wide and show his fangs, Don Briscoe 
reveled in it.   
 
Julia is so engrossed in her new fella, she orders Barnabas to 
stay away from her-and even rips up a note he sent her!  How 
unJulia-like is that?   
 
And now Barnabas knows what Julia's been hiding from him-how did 
you like the leadup to his ordering her to "take it off"?  I'm 
sure under other circumstances, Julia would be wishing he'd meant 
remove something else.  Absolutely fantastic, that last scene! 
 
 
567 - Barnabas tells Julia, "I feared this all day long."--I kept 
telling myself it might not be true.  She ties the scarf back 
around her neck and says she tried to keep it from him.  He asks 
how long she expected to keep it from HIM-of all people.  She asks 
what he's going to do, and he says he'll find and destroy Tom-and 
Julia will help him.  "Good night, Barnabas," she says coldly, but 
he continues relentlessly:  where did she meet him tonight?  She 
says she doesn't know.  He asks if she's seen the coffin, knows 
where it's hidden, but she reminds him she can't answer his questions, 
even if she wants to.  Barnabas promises her he will destroy Tom, 
and she responds, IF you find him, like a challenge.  Barnabas knows 
more about Tom's affliction than other people, but he must get him 
before he gets Julia.

She says it's too late, but Barnabas assures her it isn't.  When 
she goes to meet Tom tonight, he will follow her there and find 
out where his coffin is.  Julia tells him she can't do that, and 
he knows why.  He agrees.  He's going to take her back to the Old 
House; she won't be safe being left alone at Collinwood.  She won't 
be safe no matter where she is, she reminds him, but Barn promises 
to lock her in a room at the Old House and prevent her from seeing 
him--he'll be forced to come to you, says Barnabas, and I will be 
ready for him.  Julia protests the danger Barnabas will be placing 
himself in, but he urges her not to worry about that--will you come 
with me to the Old House, he asks-"For me?"  She agrees, reluctantly, 
and he says she can resume the experiment in the morning.  She can't, 
after what happened last night, she protests--I couldn't function 
during the day, I'm too weak.  He reminds her that many lives depend 
on their going ahead with the experiment. Although Julia realizes Adam 
will carry out his threat, but she's too weak during the day to proceed 
with the experiment, no matter what Adam does.  They realize this is a 
huge dilemma. 
 
Adam comes to the terrace, where he runs into Jeff and Vicki.  She 
tells Jeff Adam is the man who kidnapped her, and Jeff attacks Adam, 
who knocks him to the ground.  Vicki screams for help and Barnabas 
and Julia hear her and race outside. 
 
Jeff is regaining consciousness when Julia and Barnabas appear, 
and Vicki tells them Adam attacked him.  Julia kneels to check 
Jeff, who has a bad bump on his head.  Jeff wants to get inside 
and call the police--the man who hit him is the same man who 
attacked Vicki in the woods. Vicki realized that as soon as she 
saw Adam, she explains.  Vicki helps Jeff into the house and 
Barnabas tells Julia they must go to the Old House, since Adam 
was clearly on his way there to check the experiment's progress. 
 
Jeff calls the police and tells them Adam ran into the woods 
after hitting him.  The sheriff is sending all six of his 
available men to search for Adam, reports Jeff.  He and Vicki 
go into the drawing room, where he asks if she's sure the man 
who attacked her was Adam.  It's not possible, he mutters, just 
a hunch he had about a week ago.  He rubs his head and asks her 
about the incident in the woods.  I was walking back to Collinwood; 
Adam suddenly appeared, picked me up--I fainted-I don't know where 
he took me, and the next thing I remember is returning to Collinwood 
to see you--the two days I was missing are still a total blank.  He a
sks her to try to remember more, and she says she has tried, but. . .
something Adam said-"You will help me."

That puzzles both of them.  What could it mean?  Jeff tells Vicki 
to wait there for him; there's something he must check on, something 
to do with the hunch he mentioned earlier.  He smiles and kisses her 
before he goes, and it's a nice moment.  Before he leaves, Vicki asks 
him why he can't tell her, but he promises to tell her everything as 
soon as he gets back.  He kisses her again, caresses her hair, tells 
her not to worry.  (She looks pretty in green.) 
 
Old House - Adam fondles the equipment down in the lab, 
looking around.  He checks the mirrors, the notebooks, 
seems angry.  He takes a glass beaker and smashes it.  He 
hears a door slam upstairs and is soon joined by Julia and 
Barnabas, from whom he hides at first.  I've been waiting 
for you, he complains--where have you been?  They were at 
Collinwood, explains Barnabas, and heard what happened on 
the terrace.  Vicki recognized me, says Adam, and Barnabas 
chastises him for not being more careful--the young man called 
the police.  Adam says they won't find him.  They will eventually, 
says Barnabas.

Adam accuses him of wanting him to be captured, that would relieve 
him of his promise.  Barnabas says he hasn't gone back on his word, 
but Adam impatiently says it's been 2 weeks since he promised him 
a mate.  Barnabas tells him to be reasonable, but Adam says they 
have an agreement-no one at Collinwood has been hurt.  Barnabas says 
they need more time, and asks Julia to try to make him understand.  

She says she is a doctor, but there are many complex factors in this
experiment, and they need several weeks to complete it.  Adam isn't 
pleased to hear this, but Julia says it's her fault-she's been ill.  
Adam doesn't believe her, but she says it's true.  Adam suggests 
maybe they're hoping the police will find him so they don't have 
to go through with the experiment.  Barnabas denies this and says 
he must give them the time they need.  How many weeks? demands Adam, 
but Barn says they can't be that specific.  Adam insists on hearing 
a time frame and Julia says she might be able to complete it in 4 
weeks.  Adam agrees to that.  Barnabas reminds him of the MIGHT; it 
isn't that easy.  Adam says four weeks-that's all.   Barnabas asks 
him to keep away from here, but Adam says he doesn't trust him and 
will come back sometimes to check the progress of the experiment 
and remind him of what happens if he fails-Vicki first, then everyone 
else at Collinwood.  Barnabas assures him this reminder isn't necessary, 
but Adam believes it is-he wants Barnabas to think about it, and not 
forget, and do what he asks.  Adam bids Julia and Barnabas good night.  
They watch their "son" leave, exchanging a look of despair.  Barnabas 
sits down and Julia caresses his shoulder. 
 
Jeff searches the woods, flashlight in hand.  He sees Adam exit the 
Old House and disappear into the shadows. 
 
Julia tells Barnabas she didn't know what else to tell Adam except 
that she was sick, and Barnabas says she couldn't very well have 
told him the truth-he wouldn't have known what she was talking 
about--he's going out to destroy Tom.  She wishes she could help; 
he knows it isn't her fault.  Fearful, Julia asks what they'll 
do when Tom summons her again; Barnabas promises to do everything 
possible to keep him away from her.  He has no choice-despite the 
danger, they only have 4 weeks to complete the experiment.  
They've barely gotten started, says Julia, promising him she 
will try to work tomorrow.  He escorts her to Josette's room, 
where he plans to lock her up. 
 
Jeff watches through the window as Barnabas tamps out the candles 
in the drawing room.  Jeff finds the doors to the Old House locked 
(AMAZING!) and tries the window, which, miraculously, is unlocked!  
(as usual!)  He climbs in, sneaks downstairs and gazes at the 
laboratory equipment.  Why do they have all of Lang's equipment 
and instruments down here? he wonders.  He picks up a scalpel 
and stares at it.  He finds Lang's private journals.  He was 
right, Barnabas lied to him.  They didn't dispose of the creature's 
body, they found a head and completed the experiment!  They brought 
that THING to life, created Lang's monster-but why??  What was 
their interest in such a project?  What could they gain?  Jeff 
ponders all this, then comes across the woman's body on the table.  
"Oh, no!" he cries, holding his head in horror.  "Yes, Mr. Clark," 
says Barnabas, walking from the shadows, "we're going to create 
another one." 
 
NOTES:  What a finale!  We knew it was only a matter of time 
before Jeff realized Adam was Lang's creation.  Now that Barnabas 
has admitted the truth to them-that they are creating a mate for 
Adam-how will Jeff react?  He'll probably want to go to the cops 
right away, but Barnabas will explain about the danger Vicki and 
the rest of the family is in, and insist Jeff assist them, given 
that Willie isn't proving reliable.    
 
How solicitous Barnabas is toward Julia, but it sounds like his 
main concern isn't her, so much, as the experiment, and that he's 
counting on her to complete it.  Once again, misguided motives-
and it looked like he really gave a damn about Julia herself, 
didn't it? 
 
Love, Robin  




14 july 2002 sunday


A.Word.A.Day--french leave 

French leave (french leev) noun 

      A departure or absence without permission. 
[From the supposed 18th century French custom of leaving a
reception without taking leave of the host or hostess.]

--from http://wordsmith.org

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chicken little on steroids:


reign of fire




12 july 2002 friday

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road to perdition



11 july 2002 thursday

A.Word.A.Day--lanate 
lanate (LAY-nayt) adjective 


      Having a woolly surface. 
[From Latin lanatus, from lana (wool).] 

--from http://wordsmith.org





10 july 2002 wednesday


A.Word.A.Day--estival 


estival (ES-ti-vuhl) adjective, also aestival
      Relating to or occurring in summer. 
[From Latin aestivus (or or relating to summer)
via Old French.] 


--from http://wordsmith.org




9 july 2002 tuesday

i feel the ambits of my world closing in upon me.


A.Word.A.Day--ambit
 

ambit (AM-bit) noun
      1. Circumference, boundary, or circuit.
      2. Scope, range, or limit.
 
[From Latin ambitus (going around), from ambire (to go
around).]


--from http://wordsmith.org

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QUOTE OF THE DAY 
========================= 
"When you have a problem with your boss, you can't jump 
out of your chair and strangle him. But I can put some 
goldfish in the bowl and watch my fish try and tear them 
up." -AUGUSTINE RODRIGUEZ, of Brooklyn, on owning
predatory pets. 


--from http://nytimes.com





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the salton sea



5 july 2002 friday

this was the first july 4 with very few fireworks
whizzing by outside my window.  don't get me wrong.  
i don't mind fireworks as long as they are far off and 
not being set off by brainless neighborhood children.

maybe the chinatown children are growing up. 
or even better--all the children have gone 
away.
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the debut



4 july 2002 thursday

today is a good day for me to officially declare 
my loyalties to palestine.  maybe some are evil, 
but not as evil as uncle sam and his cohorts.

from http://electronicintifada.net

Morning Coffee in Ramallah

Posted by Andrea Becker

(Occupied Ramallah, 4 July 2002)--- Finally home to
Ramallah today to find my plants--dried, limp, purple
flowers browned. My home dusty and unlived in, dishes
waiting in the sink. Since last week, the strong wind from
the valley swept the earth that I had used to cover the
little box grave for my dog, Nutmeg. I could see the box
now, partially uncovered under the olive tree, where I had
hastily buried him, after he had cried and I had paced my
apartment, not knowing how to help, what to do, unable to
leave, under curfew. Nutmeg died just as the curfew lifted,
just as I was counting the minutes till I could leave my
house and bring him to the vet.

And I'm packing again, in haste, to leave Ramallah before
the curfew sets in. Since I have to go to Lebanon in a few
days, I can't chance not being able to get out, hostage to
the whims of 18-20-year olds with guns thrashing around in
tanks. But first- time for a coffee with a friend ('let's
pretend things are normal') - but when i call her, she says
she doesn't know when exactly she can meet- soldiers are
around her house, and they might come in to search her
place. We agree to meet regardless in an hour, insh'allah. 

Over coffee a few of us discuss what we can do to once the
'best case scenario'/rumour comes in place- the curfew
maybe being lifted between 7am- 7pm. No one even discusses
the possibility that the Israeli Army might leave-----

We'll just shift our hours around. We can do it, we just
have to plan more and make an effort. Can you work from
home? Me too. So, do things during the day, see people
during the day, and work at night. I think I work better 
at night anyway. Yeah, me too. You know, we'll make more 
of an effort to see people, because we will need to see
people. A good opportunity to spend time with friends. 

Actually, in a way it will be good to spend more time
reading. I really need to write more. We can have
breakfasts on my balcony! And we'll just have to go to the
gym in the mornings. I think that under the circumstances
having flexible work hours will be ok with my office. Well,
I will just tell my office that I am working different
hours now. At least I will be working. And? When we want to
invite friends for dinner we will just have to have
sleep-over parties too!----

We are all laughing now, as if planning a vacation. The sun
is shining. But the buoyancy quickly fades. Indefinite
curfews. Months of being unable to leave the house when you
want to, if you need to. If you need to finish a project at
work, if you run out of laban or are missing a spice for a
recipe. If you would like to go for a walk in the evening,
or your child is ill and you have to debate whether or not
to call an ambulance, or if it is even safe to do so.

Spontaneity is elusive, and we'll cling to small things
like going for coffee in the middle of the day to try and
feel as though we have some control over something in our
lives. Quite simply, this is just going to be really hard. 

And now it is 1pm, so we all quickly get up to leave. My
friends go to run errands so they have enough supplies
until they are next allowed out, and I take a shared taxi
to Qalandia checkpoint.

[end]




3 july 2002 wednesday



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