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I bought a cheap-o Orchid from Target a month or so ago. It was in bloom with lovely lovely deep purple/black flowers on a long spike. The orchid is a Dendrobium Copter according to it's tag. These are ephipyte orchids (they live in trees and have aerial roots). They like to have small pots and grow big.

Ok so here's my job situation.

Chinese astronomers claim they've found strong evidence that there's a massive black hole in the center of our galaxy. I think this can finally lay to rest all those notions of a caring creator of our kind: ultimately, we are fucked. Perhaps the Buddhists have a more accurate view, that all are striving endlessly toward a future that consists of being crushed into oblivion by an enormous gravity well. Mankind's final destiny is now clearly defined as an insignificant contribution to the greedy pinpoint that is the black hole at the center of our galaxy.

Okay, we're having a Halloween party out at the estate. This matter is solely in my brother's hands, since I don't want to deal with the bother of it all. I, however, have a couple inspirations to deal with right now. So, I've decided to build us a wickerman for Halloween. We've got enough wood and brush that it shouldn't be a problem. I'd prefer that we stuff it with criminals, but that's not an option at this juncture. I went looking for more info and discovered that the wickerman is supposed to be a Beltaine tradition.

Recently went into a Xtian supply store. For some reason, those crazy zombie cultists need suppliers, like heroin junkies. It seems that most of the "supplies" they need are books and cheap trinkets. I found a book called "Wicca: Satan's Little White Lie" and another that claimed Pokemon steals the souls of children. I guess Nintendo is cutting into the church racket. I find this rather odd, since I played through Pokemon: Sapphire and I don't recall it asking for my worship and devotion once. Cockfighting, yes; slavish servitude, no. At least, it never demanded anything outright.

Ok so I'm posting another exciting installment of my adventures in Oz. First of all I am really getting sick of living with my aunt and uncle. The house has no doors or finished walls except exterior doors and walls. There are only bed sheets hanging in the doorways. And the walls only go up 8 feet or so. The celing is like between 10 and 12 feet from the ground so there is no such thing as privacy here. You can hear what everyone in the house is doing and saying all of the time. It sux because they are daytime people and I'm a night owl.

A few weeks ago at work, I crushed a finger and the nail died. The old nail has finally been pushed out and disconnected itself from my digit. There's now a sad, rigid stump where I once had a nail. Just ask me, I'll show you the protonail. I'll admit to having a problem when it comes to temptation. I walked in Gamers today and left with a DS, the new Advance Wars, and Nintendogs. Yes, I got Nintendogs. For the time being, anyway. I now have an excessively cute dachshund made entirely of electrons. Most of the game uses the stylus instead of buttons and it works pretty well.

Currently watching an early Clinton-era film on the "Homosexual Agenda." I had no idea we were so rich, powerful or insidious. Trent Lott is featured in this, I'm not making it up. I'd rather like to hook up with whoever it is that's in charge of this sodomy-based old boy network. I've certainly never been approached by the shadowy homosexual power structure and I'm rather insulted by the fact.

Petco's fish weren't the healthiest specimens, but Mel bought an Apple Snail, a Betta and nine Neon Tetras on Tuesday. At last count this morning, 5 of the neons have died.