Pudding.

So, apparently today was "Take Your Pudding To Work Day," as we had an employee rolling a cart with two crockpots, and, along with a helper, spooning out pudding to unsuspecting coworkers. She dished out the pudding and he put the toppings on. Yes, toppings. It sounded wonderous. Yet, I was unable to enjoy the miracle of the pudding cart, as she ran out of pudding directly in front of me. She gifted the last of the pudding to three people who were milling about in the hallway nearby. Then, when she reached me, she realized that the pudding was no more. Both crockpots were empty. I feel sad and a bit lonely now.

Thought for the day.

To paraphrase a recent sermon:

Don't let your iPod own you. Own your iPod.

Really says a lot about overconsumption and consumerism in America, don't you think?

Hello

Hi,

We haven't chatted in a while. I have nothing to say in paragraph form, but I do have a list of items to offer.

Thinks I like:

Youtube
Wintergreen Altoids
....I can't think of anything else that I like (currently). This post is turning into a failure.
Oh, brownies! I love brownies.
Decaf chai tea with coconut
Blueberry tea
Dictionaries

Things I don't like:
Thesaurii
The realization that my car's windshield is full of ice and my brand-new ice scraper is still at work, the place where I was given it.
My alarm clock

Things to ponder:
The dream I had last night where I was in a running race. I was doing great, even though I was wearing jeans and my Dr. Martens boots. I wasn't winning, but I was holding my own. What a weird dream. These are really clunky boots that I wear when trodding through the trees on a photography adventure. I don't think it's even possible to run in them. They are my favorite boots, however. That must be why I dreamt about them.

Names people. Names.

Ladies and Gentlemen,

I am entering the National Novel Writing Month contest in November as I have done for the past few years. The goal is to write a 50,000-word novel in one month. I have failed each time I have tried, but my failure hasn't discouraged me from trying again.

Currently, I am creating an outline. And for my story, I will need names. So, here is your task if you chose to accept. I need names for a female protagonist, a male antagonist, and a male hero, all from Michigan. Various townspeople from Northern Michigan. An elderly female character from Poland. And, various people in Germany and Poland. I would appreciate some submissions for names if you are so apt. I know at least one of my readers has a connection to Poland.

Thank you for your time,

Agatestone

My nerd rating.

Billy.

This is my new friend Billy. I met him at an apple orchard. You should have seen him. An older, bigger goat head-butted Billy, trying to knock him off his rock. But Billy prevailed and in my eyes, is king of the orchards.

Day 2.

Self portrait of me taken sometime during the day, which was spent at the Sleeping Bear Sand Dunes. I climbed one dune and a dunelet.




By the way, the swans in the last message had their big meeting this morning. As they arrived for work in the morning, they all gathered in a circle, facing each other. I assume they were discussing their agenda for the day. Honking, pecking, honking, eating wet grass (I know that sounds icky, but I walked down closer and that's what they were doing).