What's everyone up to right now?

[The Industrial Atheist]

When I'm thinner and prettier, probably.

I can always lose weight (which I desperately need to) but sadly, I can't fix ugly.

I don't think you're ugly, Nymph.

[c172]

Trying to get going so I can maybe attend SDSU volleyball vs. CSULB.

[Edwardo Piet]

When I'm thinner and prettier, probably.

I can always lose weight (which I desperately need to) but sadly, I can't fix ugly.

I don't think you're ugly, Nymph.

There are no ugly people. Only ugly personalities.

[SteelCurtain]

I don't think you're ugly, Nymph.

There are no ugly people. Only ugly personalities.

[Jackalope]

Got up early, roasted a bowl, had coffee, sorted the recycling, went to the redemption center to return them, picked up some stuff at Home Depot, had breakfast, did a small electrical job the the garage...

...and. I think that's it for the day.

[Clueless Morgan]

Slacking off; should start the sketch for a watercolor but that involves getting up and assembling supplies and actually accomplishing something and that sounds like too much work, especially since I already did a color study that only turned out almost like a good painting in its own right.

[Edwardo Piet]

I'm not normally one for poetry... but I do really appreciate some poems, or poetic lyrics, from the heart... and I do really appreciate this:


It's not the wage you earn
It's about the things you learn
And the love that you feel

It's not what you'll conceal
It's all that you'll reveal that will make you be you
The perfection of you

Now the shadows are long and the cities are lost to rain
And when you wake up every day to find nothing's changed
But before you can speak you will learn that it's all the same
And the dreams that you will have are public domain
And the country lanes are decked with the time to come

It's not the years you pass
It's about the moments that last
Forever in you

Now the shadows are long and the cities are lost to rain
And when you wake up every day to find nothing's changed
But before you can speak you will learn that it's all the same
And the dreams that you will have are public domain

Now the time that is gone doesn't matter to anyone
When the country lanes are decked with the time yet to come
Well, the world is exhausted, the wreckage is all around
But the arc of your life could still be profound

Don't be afraid to die
Don't be afraid to be alive
Don't be afraid to die
Don't be afraid to be alive
Don't be afraid

---

by Steven Wilson

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[Astreja]

Got home from morning band practice (flute). Going to stick with the middle-level band for one more year to improve flute technique. Jazz band (alto sax) doesn't start up for another 2 weeks.

Realized on the drive home that it was the Giveaway Weekend -- instead of a garage sale, you just put out your unwanted housewares for people to grab. Hauled out a bunch of stuff and left it at curbside, and it's now mostly gone.

Tried to take a nap. Wound up working on a piece of fan fiction instead. (It is very hard to write a death scene that doesn't suck, but I made some modest progress in that regard.)

Final summertime band performance (clarinet) is this evening, but before then I have to run to the store for some groceries.

[The Industrial Atheist]

Just got done visiting my bro and neice.

[Jackalope]

Getting ready to go out for a belated birthday dinner. We're going to what is arguably either the #1 or #2 steakhouse in Portland and you only turn 50 once...