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Date:2010-08-17 14:47
Subject:Life goes on...
Mood: good

I'm 28 years old, still married to Lovvie, living together with her in the north area, and I'm out of work.

We have a roof, a bed, a couch, a car, plenty to eat, hot water, and the lights are on. The TV is only 20", but it's in full color and looks sharp and clear; it's also packing 15"s of stereophonic kaboom and has cable; the computer also has cable, as well as being hooked up to the stereo.

Even though the credit cards are close to their limits, they are not overextended or overdue, and neither are any other bills. We each have our own mobile number with enough minutes for our needs and unlimited nights/weekends/texting with a handset insured against anything man, woman, or child could do to it; the refurbished replacements deductible is $50 max on acts of idiocy, and free on normal-use failure.

Life is good, overall!

Five or ten hours of gainful work a week would make it even better.

Take care.

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Date:2009-08-04 14:58
Mood: indescribable

Relee just caught me on Second Life and let me know of the news.


I ... think I am still absorbing it. I find myself saying it must be one of Ursus' jokes, thinking about how ... Relee told me Ursus joked about faking his own death... This would be the Bargaining phase, right?

I met Ursus, "The Bionic Yiffbeast", through the newsgroup alt.lifestyle.furry about ... damn, over a decade ago. We became fast friends, and he and Wabbit taught me a lot about life, about Furry, and about being comfortable with myself and with others. For those of you who know of a 'numbering scheme' - I am #13 and damn proud of it. Ursus and Wabbit were like a furry father and mother to me, and I was very ashamed when the time came that I made myself too comfortable in their house. As a result, I broke off contact, feeling undeserving of their tremendous kindness.
When Wabbit, may she rest in peace, passed away, I did get in touch; what kind of a Denmate would I be if I did not call my Papa Bear and share grief with him, and let him pour onto me if he needed? But an odd twist of survivor's guilt and a disphoric feeling about it no longer being 'Ursus AND Wabbit' kept me from really getting back into things with him.

Recently enough, for no reason other than a gut feeling driving me back to the bear; we did get back in touch, and I did go spend an evening with him, getting reacquainted with Theo and also with Bob, who I had also known before. My wife and I had fun chatting long into the evening with them, Ursus telling his stories with the wry wit and uncanny delivery I always loved him for.

I am so glad I -- forgive me, it just hit me now. I am crying my eyes out now and it is hard to type.

I am so glad I was able to see him one last time. I cannot believe he is gone. I thought he would live forever. I know, it's silly; but the man was a living legend to me.

I still can't believe this has happened.

My heart goes out to all his loved ones in this dark and terrible time. This will leave a black spot on my heart for a long time coming.

Ursus... Theo... You will be remembered, you will be missed; we had so much fun together.

Goodbye, Papa Bear. See you on the other side.


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Date:2006-07-23 05:33
Subject:Mister Toad's Wild Ride
Mood: amused

Today is my birthday! Let the presents and the wine be opened, for this day marks my 24th year's end; I am twenty-four today! Around 12:30 AM, I was given well-wishes from Laura and a verbal raincheck to be redeemed for Birthdayish stuff on her next day off from work, as well as, seperately, a cake, card, and couple Blockbuster rental certificates from Mom, Dad, and brother, Adam. Wonder what game to get?

To express my birthday mood, I have already conducted one of my strange experiments. While out front watering the grass, plants, car, and house, I spotted a brownish blur darting along the ground in irregular jerking motions. I quickly captured said blur, one common garden toad, and gently restrained it with one hand as I affixed a common garden snail to its back with my other.

Hilarity ensued. The toad could not escape the snail, which held on tight in spite of (or perhaps because of) the toad's mad hopping. The snail could not escape the toad, which moved about to much for the snail to find something else to stick to. Last I saw them, they still hadn't sorted it out.

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Date:2006-06-18 01:14
Subject:And now for something completely different...
Mood: shocked and awed

Liquid Lady? Wow. I'm not sure if I am terrified or aroused. How about you?

Oh, and speaking of terrified and aroused; it's been over 3 months with my Laura now and so far so good!

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Date:2006-03-09 20:08
Subject:You'll never believe this.
Mood: complete

May the day Thursday, Ninth of March, 2006 forever live in infamy as not only the one year anniversary of the first date Laura and I went on, but also as the day something changed forever. Her last name. So may I introduce to the world the newest member of the Bradford family; my wife, Laura?

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Date:2005-12-07 03:31
Subject:Laura, as she now strongly prefers...
Mood: replete

Yeah. That Laura ... is uncanny. You know what I mean? No? Oh. Okay, well, when she IM'd back on 29NOV she caught me right in that perfect time; I was not quite over her yet but I was just barely starting to open up to the possibility of finding myself a lady friend some day soon. Enter the Laura. Or rather, re-appear the Laura.

I was skittish, of course! And she spoke such frightening things about missing me so much it nearly killed her and totally losing all direction in life when I left. She apologized profusely for hurting me and driving me away and she accepted all blame for all problems we ever had (I admit and accept my share, of course). Skittish as I was, she won me over enough that I agreed to see her. I expected it'd be just one last time and bring closure to us both.

I am so glad I went to see her, because I had a great time and now we are back together. So far, so good! So very good!! So great!!! Yes, Laura and I are both very happy to be together again. Oh sure, there are those who don't understand why we would get back together, but really; if I thought only half the things she's said were only half true, then I would still have given her a chance.

So, yeah; I am happy, very very happy, with my Laura and she tells me she's quite happy with me as well. I love my Laura, she loves me, and we are happy together; that's all that matters. Naysayers be damned!

Dear Santa...

Dear Santa,

This year I've been busy!

Last Wednesday I gave ursuscal a Dutch Oven (-10 points). Last Saturday I had a shoot-out with rival gang lords on the 5 near LA (-76 points) In January I helped megachiroptera hide a body (-173 points). In June I ruled Iran as a cruel and heartless dictator (-700 points). In October I committed genocide... Sorry about that, mesiunu (-5000 points).

Overall, I've been naughty (-5959 points). For Christmas I deserve a spanking!


Write your letter to Santa! Enter your LJ username:

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Date:2005-11-29 01:34
Subject:Holy Hell...
Mood: scared

Whoah, like...you'll never guess who IM'd me...

Maybe you will.

And by the way, she wants me back.

(EDIT) It's almost 5AM and we are still talking. I'm a fool...


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Date:2005-11-21 12:35
Subject:Quick note...
Mood: bouncy

Things are well at work. Learning new things all the time and getting better at the old ones. My coworkers and my boss all like me, and are impressed. Today the boss man said to me that he "knew we would get somebody to train for management out here!"


So if you are in sight, and the day is right, she's the hunter, you're the fo-o-ox! The gentle voice that talks to you ... won't talk forever. It is the night for passion, but the morning means good-bye. Beware of what is flashing in her eyes! She's going to getcha!

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Date:2005-11-13 14:28
Subject:Good news.
Mood: awesome

Contingent upon favorable results of a drug usage screen, I have been offered a part-time position of "Fuel Station Attendant" at the local Safeway store. Results should be in from the lab within another day or so. Not like I'm nervous; it's about the only test I am sure I can pass.

In preparation for my new line (of work) and in accordance with their appearances codes; I shaved my face all the way, cut my hair way back, got a small stud earring to replace my captive bead loop, and bought some nice black slacks, a couple silk ties, and a fine white collar shirt. I look like some kinda boss-man guy from an office complex, or one of those nice young Latter Day Saints (commonly and mistakenly referred to as Mormon) gentlemen.

By the way, I don't like having to shop the children's section because the men's section no longer carries anything for people my size. I'm so sorry that I am not obese, or a giant. It's almost as if all the Big And Tall stores need to turn into Little And Short stores, because regular people that shop regular stores must all shaped like seven-foot tall four-foot wide sumo-wrestling PEARS WITH LEGS if you judge by the selection in most stores now. Having to go with boy's size 18 (and even this is too LONG) because menswear apparently doesn't stock 28/28 anymore is frustrating, but other than that, life is great.

And how are you?

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Date:2005-09-28 21:15
Subject:New Hair
Mood: chipper


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Date:2005-09-28 20:32
Mood: cheerful

I just completed a lengthy survey about booze, mostly about "single serve bottled or canned malt beverages" (ie: beer/flavored beer) and I really found this final line of questioning quite humorous:

For classification only...

Please verify your age.

23. [Next]

Are you presently employed?

No. [Next]

Are you a student?

No. [Next]

Do you watch NASCAR races?


What, did they consult with Jeff Foxworthy on this one?

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Date:2005-09-21 01:14
Mood: not too bad, really

Nevermind about my Lala.
Nevermind about Wal*Mart.
My time with each has ended
And now we're all apart.

My Grampa passed away.
Alzheimer's, I'm afraid.
I will surely miss him.
But really, I'm okay.

To you things may seem crappy
But right now I just don't mind.
It's just good to be back home,
And it's great to be online.

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Date:2005-03-20 09:58
Subject:Wow, so much has happened...
Mood: enamored

Since my last entry...

  • I've gotten my Operator's Licence at work and may now drive the scissor lift whenever needed. I am also cleared on other things like the forklift and the walkie stacker, though I need training.
  • The first year anniversary of my hire at my Wal*Mart has come and gone, and (holy crap) I still work there.
  • My pay raise kicked in at +$0.55 US/hr. I'm $8.05 base, $9.05 nights/Sundays, $10.05 Sunday Nights.
  • I applied for (but did not receive) a promotion to a department manager position
  • I've grown some as a person.
  • I've learned some new things.

These are all lovely, but none of these nice things are actually what finally drove me to write here again. Oh, no. There's something even better. Far better. Better than I ever imagined I'd be writing about right now or any time soon...

...and her name is Laura -- or Lala as she prefers.

To Be Continued...

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Date:2005-01-17 06:20
Mood: saturnine

Well, now begins a three-day weekend for me. Whoo.

On the way to my work last night I had a fox sighting. Alive, fortunately. IN THE MIDDLE OF GERBER ROAD, unfortunately. We damn-near creamed the confused little foxie. See, it was running along just fine until the headlights spooked it; then it doubled back -- toward our lane! But the fox stopped before it was too late and stared in dumbfounded confuzzlement as we passed by. Hopefully the poor thing took the near-death experience as a valuable life lesson to stay away from Gerber.

It was still an inspiring sighting. The last time I saw wild foxes I must have been 5 or 6 years old; and the only other time I can remember seeing a live fox at all was that time with Ursus and...


...With Ursus and Wabbit.

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Date:2005-01-12 19:54
Subject:There has been a death in my fur-amily...
Mood: indescribable

The terrible news.

And to wabbitcalif, wherever you may roam:

Lisa, you will sorely be missed. Your vitality and spirit were refreshingly uplifting and your guidance valuable in shaping who I am today. Thank you. I won't soon forget you; your sense of humor; your ability to smile and carry on through trying circumstances; your sharp wit and lethal candor... My world was a better place with you in it, and your passing on leaves me with mixed feelings; I am sad to see you go, but somewhat comforted knowing your pain is at an end. Blessed be, dear lady Wabbit; and I'll see you on the other side.

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Date:2004-12-11 07:21
Subject:Time flies.
Mood: accomplished

I was issued a slightly early One Year Evaluation this last shift. Sweating bullets much? Out of the three possibilities of Needs Improvement, Meets Expectations, or Exceeds Expectations I have again been rated as Exceeding! That was a pleasant surprise. I was commended on how well I take direction, how I need little or no supervision, how I work well with others, and how I am well-organized. That last one I don't get. I was encouraged to improve in a few areas that could be better, and reminded that while Helping Your Neighbor Is Helping Yourself™, I must be certain to complete my area 100% before allowing others to persuade me to work for more than a moment or two on other things. My area hasn't suffered, but it could. I will enjoy an as-yet unspecified hourly wage increase effective on the exact anniversary of my hire, which will be 2005-02-21. Should be about 40 or 50 cents.

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Date:2004-12-05 05:58
Subject:Sleep Schedule Switch

I've been thinking. No, it didn't hurt (this time).
I keep staying up later than I should because everyone I wanna chat with seems to get online right about my bed time. It makes it hard to perform well at work. Instead of trying to go to bed at nine in the morning and get up at five in the afternoon (more like noon and six-thirty) I will try to go to bed at six AM and get up at two.

Bed time.

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Date:2004-12-04 06:05
Subject:I'm Home!
Mood: all right

-- Taken from an email to a friend.

Well, work was interesting. Around 2 AM, I discovered a spill near register 15 and a trail leading away. Argh, fools. I wiped that up, noting that whatever it was stripped the wax off the floor. Yikes. I continued wiping, following the drips towards Health and Beauty... I discovered the source cart and noted the pool underneath it was 'moving' some, almost bubbling. Wow, I didn't know we carried anything that crazy in this part of the store...
I suppose it was a mistake to be so bold, but I needed to stop the spread of this pool before someone got hurt. I moved to dig the damaged product out of the cart... As I rummaged, I caught a glimpse of a metal spray can with a purplish labeling, and then my eyes felt like they were on fire. Oh, I get it now; it's a busted can of hairspray!
I called out for my "Hair Lady" and she led me to the eyewash station. Her hand was warm and welcome upon my arm, and I felt my- Erm, anyway, when I got to the station I rinsed and I rinsed. After flushing my eyes, I noted my vision was blurred (expected) and cloudy (disconcerting), and a manager stated that my nose was bleeding (awesome). Fun. I held my nose with a paper towel for a while, blinking rapidly, and trooper that I am I returned to work; requesting an assignment that didn't require good eyesight to complete.

I seem to have recovered well already. Incident report was filled, just in case. My on-file suggestion to help prevent a reoccurrence?


I am sick of the people who sort out the break packs (cases of goods broken down from larger supplier cases at our distribution center) throwing shit around. Crap gets broken, money gets lost, spills get made, and people get hurt. STOP IT. Especially HBA items; STOP THROWING BREAK PACKS AROUND.

I made sure to thank my "Hair Lady" for rescuing me. She seemed reluctant to accept praise. I guess she felt it was a simple act of human compassion, something anyone would do. I reminded her that some people at our store would have just pointed and laughed while Foxy's vision was destroyed. I would have hugged her in gratitude, but my feelings for her would definitely make hugging more than just hugging. I think I'd like to avoid the whole "running around a Wal*Mart at 3 in the morning with a huge boner" thing. That would be a whole different kind of incident report entirely.

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Date:2004-11-28 07:48
Subject:My Wuffie Fur, Revealed.
Mood: hungry

Lookie!Collapse ) Oh, and yes; this pic does mean I have a new digital camera. So, who wants to see me nekkid?

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Date:2004-11-24 18:00
Subject:I must be crazy...
Mood: good

I just bought another 6-yard bolt of the fur I mentioned last entry, this time from the new 2-story Wal*Mart on Watt. The lady could hardly believe it. Pfft. Guess she's never met a furry. But like, wow; whatever am I to do with all this fluffy stuff? I still think I can turn a tidy profit selling it to the right costumer, though I just may use it myself... Hmm, what could I make? Blanket? Hooded robe/cloak? Costume? Wall-to-wall carpeting? Pillow shams? Ooh, how about a cover for the couch? *Murr* Any suggestions? What would you do with two 60" x 20' bolts of oh-so-soft and gorgeous imitation wolf fur?

Oh, and to Rain and Raven who replied to the last entry: I cannot get my digicam to cooperate with my new computer. I have WinXPSP2 and USB 2.0 and either the camera or the drivers (and I've tried many) simply cannot work under these conditions. The thing was made for Win95/98/98SE and USB1.0/1.1 only; no WinNT. I also don't want to have to use my father's or my brother's machines to get the pix out and then transfer them to mine, or buy an MMC card and reader. Besides, I wanted the webcam function, too. Anyways, I'll be looking for a new digicam.

Maybe I'll get the digicam that's in the Wal*Mart ad. Speaking of the Wal*Mart ad, on Thanksgiving night I will be working about 10 PM 'til 7 AM or later to help set Tab in the store for Blitz Day, merchandise the sale items for Green Friday, or whatever you want to call "preparing the store for the day after Thanksgiving when the Christmas shopping season will begin with a resounding kabang." I'll be able to escape shortly after we open Friday morning, only to come back again that night to resume my regularly scheduled duties of fixing the mess.

I also got a haircut. My hair hasn't been this short in a lo-ong time. Don't worry, it's still way longer than most guys; it just doesn't have the dry, brittle, cracked, split ends anymore. Again, I regret that my digicam and my computator don't get along. I want you to see it.

Overall, life is pretty good at the mo- !! Captain Morgan?!


Okay boys and girls, I am out of here. Seriously, when fictitious pirate captains named after bona-fide historical figures rip through your LiveJournal in the middle of a post and offer you a bottle of rum it's freakin' time to go. Especially when said pirate is grinning sinisterly with his amazingly perfect teeth and reading what you are typing...



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