it is the engine that drives itself, but it chooses the uphill climb
three circuits 1.7 1.7 1.7 three times the mountain cannot explain this i've only ever done three once before, once and then i went right back to two i remember thinking ahh i see three, no, two yes. seven years ago twenty pounds ago god knows how many packs of...
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 1257 :: the day begins | | on or about the thirty-first
day of august in 2003, a sunday |
It’s been so long since i felt this way
(note: no it hasn't. but anyway.) ... and it went a little like this: sunday (sigh) screw with website think about sex pop a beer realize i've still got a lot of downloading to do at allofmp3.com i mean goodgod half a gig for five bucks i'm barely half there....
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music of the spheres
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 1015 :: ungodly early | | on or about the thirty-first
day of august in 2003, a sunday |
more damn bugs than you can shake a camera at
there is an infestation of spiders here tonight. ok, two. and one of 'em isn't big enough to get a picture of. but the other one? mmhmm, it's skinny but it's a good three times the other spider's size, and i didn't even get that close. yet. might be scrambling...
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photographic memory
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 2343 :: moonhowling | | on or about the thirtieth
day of august in 2003, a saturday |
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love my computer
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 1632 :: .blink.blink. ow. | | on or about the thirtieth
day of august in 2003, a saturday |
saturday morning
every saturday morning they come with their machines, buzzing chopping roaring (always much too early for my taste, thank you); it is like clockwork ticking off another week, living here. in the minutes it takes to open these reluctant eyes i go skipping down the the intervals, connected to form...
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can't see the end
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 0949 :: ungodly early | | on or about the thirtieth
day of august in 2003, a saturday |
miss interpretation
i often wish for the ability to reliably explain my self and have that work out as in message received. but no. it's always a process of fits and starts, of mistakes and retractions, of reacting to reactions that i didn't expect because the reactions reflect something i didn't mean...
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how to fear correctly
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 2102 :: stargazing | | on or about the twenty-eighth
day of august in 2003, a thursday |
test
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a few small repairs
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 1430 :: .blink.blink. ow. | | on or about the twenty-eighth
day of august in 2003, a thursday |
s’il vous plait ou est le bar**
i'll have some of what he's smoking, please. [via Deborah] ** also: i feel selfconscious and weirdinabadway posting this here. it needs clicking, in case that isn't readily apparent. aside from that i cannot explain, not the thing itself, nor my posting of it. but here it is anyway. **...
there is approximately one thing in my life that isn't wretchedly stressful right now, and that's being not-fat for the first time in years and years. screw health benefits, screw appearances, what's really fun about this is buying pants. i love to buy little pants. now finances are one of...
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miscellaneous pathology
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 1727 :: stargazing | | on or about the twenty-seventh
day of august in 2003, a wednesday |
there are always spiders
... the ones you see, and the ones you don't see. i'm seeing this one, yes i am. he is making his way across the wall in front of me at ceiling level. my camera had killed its batteries and reset itself to just hq images, and so i was...
it works again! remmeber, you can get the user interface that does the uploads and thumbnails and makes a page like this, plus random quotes and random images, at thelizard.us. go on now you know you want it. also i felt like uploading the large version of that big ole...
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 1346 :: .blink.blink. ow. | | on or about the twenty-fifth
day of august in 2003, a monday |
another day …
another lizard. i'll update when i get the random images/galleries/quotes dealymathinger done ok, the random images - quotes - gallery is zipped up. i haven't tested to make sure this zipfile has all the right stuff yet, but it's there, i hope someone downloads it and plays with it. also,...
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 1208 :: the day begins | | on or about the twenty-fourth
day of august in 2003, a sunday |
and i’m plotting my life along the imaginary time axis
the day drifts down mean to its own end and bitterly settles into memory. i drift into this dazed sense of ennui punctuated by spikes of fight or flight like whitehot sparks. and more and more i find i'm defined by the pinholes this leaves burnt into my consciousness, and...
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 1105 :: ungodly early | | on or about the twenty-third
day of august in 2003, a saturday |
(in)search_of_something(sane)i_find(asylum)
seven twenty, arrived at mountain, parked and spent an angry angry ten minutes berating the innocent cds in my car for not being the ones i wanted them to be; departed the car still in a hell of a huff with an old whining playlist of doom spinning and me...
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openroadsong
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 2112 :: stargazing | | on or about the twenty-first
day of august in 2003, a thursday |
meet the new boss, same as the old boss
so. the duplex i live in went on the market, what was that a week ago? and it sold, sight unseen, for five hundred fifty thousand dollars. the new owners are coming for a walk through in an hour. direct quote from whatsisname "well at least i cleaned the refrigerator"....
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i'd sooner chew my leg off
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 1000 :: ungodly early | | on or about the twenty-first
day of august in 2003, a thursday |
disclaim this
do not pull me over and make me show you my poetic license. my style is journalistic but it is not journalism. sometimes, some things get to inventing their ownselves. there are reasons, or not. and sometimes i really wonder. why. i mean really. wonder. and really, no idea the...
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my inner lizard
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 2008 :: stargazing | | on or about the twentieth
day of august in 2003, a wednesday |
::four:: what this will be
... is remembered fondly and also with incredible regret and without whatever was taken forsaken lost dismissed and or forgotten in other words, most of whatever it might have been and everything it meant even if that wasn't anything really still, it was perfect as far as the imagination could...
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poesy. possibly.
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 1814 :: stargazing | | on or about the twentieth
day of august in 2003, a wednesday |
::three:: what this was
... was dreamt in a dozen thousand words first then set loose in lives, words without restraint sent unrepentant and as consequences go how these were unforseen is beyond the scope of apology, ironically there are no words to repair whatever those words flayed wide open or any of many...
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poesy. possibly.
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 1750 :: stargazing | | on or about the twentieth
day of august in 2003, a wednesday |
::two:: what this isn’t
... and i would add that just knowing trusting isn't anything by itself and by alone i mean only knowing ones ownself in relation to some thing else which will never be, maybe, and this means it is merely a theory as far as that goes, and it does go...
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 1722 :: stargazing | | on or about the twentieth
day of august in 2003, a wednesday |
::one:: what this is
... and the air was still a seduction but also somehow soothing and out in it i sensed i'd find balance of some sort, some odd sort really since this particular balance is defined by desire, its edges all aglow and then of course there is that searing sunburst just...
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 1951 :: stargazing | | on or about the nineteenth
day of august in 2003, a tuesday |
pixels. and lots of ‘em.
my daughter lives in a hotbed of subversivity. all that glitters is ... my daughter: radical bumperstickers, peaceful garden. sigh. perfect roommates. and they totally had a big ole wowflower out there too: and i broke my gallery page. because i was woozytired and my new text editor is busily...
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photographic memory
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 0453 :: insomnia runs amok | | on or about the nineteenth
day of august in 2003, a tuesday |
not entirely ready however
first there was the random quotes/images thingy i wrote. then there was a need for galleries, so i built it in to the same interface. it uploads the random images, it uploads *and thumbnails* the gallery pictures and generates the viewable gallery. it's what serves up the futurama quotes on...
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 1623 :: .blink.blink. ow. | | on or about the eighteenth
day of august in 2003, a monday |
i don’t know what it is but it fits on here like this …
we forgot the sunglasses with the flames on them, so we have to return to the barberplace soon, well, soon as we recover from the scare on the way back [law enforcement six o'clock dive! dive! (right turn clyde) shitfuck (breathe breathe) ok he went straight (whew)] gotta get that...
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photographic memory
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 1322 :: .blink.blink. ow. | | on or about the seventeenth
day of august in 2003, a sunday |
october fifteenth
not a record by any means, but still. so many messes to clean up. so not very much time but enough, definitely enough. well, has to be enough, more or less. opened up a can o' whoop ass this morning, breakfast not necessary was back to the sleep-eating thing...
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miscellaneous pathology
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 1023 :: ungodly early | | on or about the seventeenth
day of august in 2003, a sunday |
keep talking
so i'm sitting listening to keep talking and i'm swept up in the brilliance, marveling over the fact stephen hawking's doing the voiceover, on this song on this album about communication & did you know douglas adams named the album, the division bell -- it's what they ring when parliament...
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ain't nothin' but mammals
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 0112 :: moonhowling | | on or about the sixteenth
day of august in 2003, a saturday |
… and it’s legal
so i was googling for lyrics of a song i hadn't even found to download, and i ran across allofmp3.com. yes, that's russian, but look at the top, there's a little english link, click it, there you go. now they have the free downloads and soforth, however to have all...
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 1959 :: stargazing | | on or about the fifteenth
day of august in 2003, a friday |
the lizards are out there
included in the more text is a story from a long time ago, six years, yet another example of lizards touching my life, which i've included here so it can be part of dotlizard's archives, as it should be. yet another lizard: my friend m.b. (who i haven't seen in...
see that puff of smoke in the distance? that's my only hope. the landlord's selling the property the house has to be inspectable by tomorrow it's a mess have i mentioned the mess? and it's only me to clean it. so if the wind picks up and goes in...
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the gasoline choir
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 0959 :: ungodly early | | on or about the fourteenth
day of august in 2003, a thursday |
just beachy
after an afternoon in valley heat, i could hear the beach calling. click image for larger view, and accept please my humble apologies for some of the filesizes) the surfers were surfing. i was screwing with the white balance. the breeze was blowing under a colorful sky. what color, you...
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photographic memory
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 2103 :: stargazing | | on or about the thirteenth
day of august in 2003, a wednesday |
smoking is boring
but there are lotsa shiny things in the parking lot:
realize that when you're doing stuff like taking pictures of yourself in the rims of trucks and porsches and in windows and stuff? people look at you funny. probably it's why i do it, at least part of the reason.
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photographic memory
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 1653 :: .blink.blink. ow. | | on or about the thirteenth
day of august in 2003, a wednesday |
i bought the whole book just for this quote
i used to carry this around with me in a notebook, long lost. most of it i'd memorized, but i needed the whole thing, so i ordered a 99˘ copy of 'the franchise' by peter gent (a novel about football, same author as north dallas forty, which i also read)...
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how to fear correctly
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 1308 :: .blink.blink. ow. | | on or about the twelfth day of august in 2003, a tuesday |
ants
this is an old, old story - posted to an egroup i used to belong to, then on the old green/purple version of surreally, and then just reading about a a few ants here and there, somehow brought all this back. look - i used to do capital letters. huh....
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 1248 :: the day begins | | on or about the eleventh
day of august in 2003, a monday |
of course, there are those who think all that old testament smiting and stuff was because god didn't have a mac. hey, i'm all about both sides of the story here. via christine.
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 1209 :: the day begins | | on or about the eleventh
day of august in 2003, a monday |
ahh
so you know that scene in a fish called wanda where kevin klein gives his armpit a good sniffing before he jumps on jamie lee curtis?
my mp3 collection: the top ten tool 230:19 yes 208:50 kansas 114:59 bad religion 102:18 nirvana 97:42 pink floyd 97:33 pinching judy 96:03 rush 76:11 meat puppets 61:03 john denver 54:07 oh. and the tool? that's just tonight. i had a little binge, shall we say. it's closer to two-fifty...
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music of the spheres
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 2231 :: stargazing | | on or about the ninth
day of august in 2003, a saturday |
no problem
By Thursday, May 1, growing weak and having passed through stages of depression, hope, and prayer, Ralston decided he would have to break his arm near the wrist to extricate himself. "I was able to first snap the radius," he calmly recalled, "and then, within a few minutes, snap the...
back in the in shape days i wore almost nothing but sleeveless things (once i think a boss mentioned something about the sleevelessness but i grumbled something about my second amendment rights and finally he got it and laughed and that was that) and then it got to the point...
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 2009 :: stargazing | | on or about the seventh
day of august in 2003, a thursday |
i was using the settings and stuff
only i don't remember quite which settings. this is the full size liquorstore pic, just as it came out of the camera **and there are hacks (other hacks in the more text)** There is a trick to enable an undocumented extra Macro Mode for the C-2020Z (i kinda think it...
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 2040 :: stargazing | | on or about the sixth
day of august in 2003, a wednesday |
sigh
reporter: can you define 'bad day' for us, lizard? lizard: why yes, you, you wretched, weeping pustule on the assend of mankind. my definition of a bad day is when the new camera comes and you say, and i quote, 'eh'. reporter: whassamatter, can't figure out all the fancy buttons?...
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 1743 :: stargazing | | on or about the sixth
day of august in 2003, a wednesday |
things that make a lizard happy
things like this, in which sending out one of my weird little cd creations results in a kid finding an inspiration. and this is good stuff, too - notice the glue itself is part of the piece? kid 'gets it', yes he does. which is just cool.
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 1251 :: the day begins | | on or about the fourth
day of august in 2003, a monday |
the good gloves
with every box of haircolor product, there are gloves. there are sucky gloves that are terribly thin and barely make it through one usage, and then there are the good gloves. the good gloves are thick, stretchy, sturdy. they are quite wonderful. they only come with the high dollar haircolor,...
ok, so, after the usual rootbleaching and general periodic hairwrecking with the "extra light reddish blonde" which doesn't come out that light at all, i have this in deep coral to put on after, it's semi-perm but on my hair, it'll last. i might have to cut off a significant...
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 1710 :: stargazing | | on or about the third
day of august in 2003, a sunday |
miss information
never wanting to leave a wrong impression with a batch of deliberate vagueness, these are some reassurances that everything is indeed interesting, and that in the spaces between the lines i'm having the time of my life and being that it is my life we're talking about, that can't feel...
how i have raced my self from one end of the story to the other. how i have not dealt well with all of these losses, there's never a win without one. how it all comes back to the falling. how i cannot stop to save my life. how amazing...
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openroadsong
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 0255 :: moonhowling | | on or about the third
day of august in 2003, a sunday |
just needed a little rebooty
and so finally i get through to the ISP (i left a message. the owner's daughter called me back.) "my dad will reset the routers from here" and a short while later, everything was back. they only had three other calls like this today (not sure why those folks didn't...
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 2225 :: stargazing | | on or about the second
day of august in 2003, a saturday |
no dsl…
(posted by dan for liz) (me whining, in great detail, about a day without dsl, in the more area):...
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 1943 :: stargazing | | on or about the second
day of august in 2003, a saturday |
a matter of focus
if absence makes the heart grow fonder, i should be hopelessly in love with my own mind right now. oh, it's worse than even that sentence, this is. it's been a focus-free existence for the past ... however long, who remembers these things? weeks, perhaps a month or two. prior...
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miscellaneous pathology
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 1733 :: stargazing | | on or about the first
day of august in 2003, a friday |
hi.
i need lyrics. i can't tell you why, you'll just have to trust me. do you trust me? good then. that's settled.
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| it's liz. short for lizard @ 0425 :: insomnia runs amok | | on or about the first
day of august in 2003, a friday |
“The internet is everybody's thoughts in the world that they think is worth keying...”
in “eight oh two dot eleven b”
by Bobby · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·
“the whole house is wireless that way and i.am.so.spoiled because of it. long time...”
in “eight oh two dot eleven b”
by ej · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·
“Well, heck, it's not like that's a huge problem... ...just an extra bath maybe...”
in “eight oh two dot eleven b”
by dan · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·
“it's heaven, is what it is. i plug this little card into the laptop's...”
in “eight oh two dot eleven b”
by lizard · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·
“Ummm... That sounds darned convenient to me!...”
in “eight oh two dot eleven b”
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fine:
if a godless heathen wrote a prayer for critical mass, it would be me doing the writing in blind faith hope here. would that i knew what i meant when i typed that, o believe you me. i believe it was about surrender as in let go good god, who...
if barbies made battlebots, which were superimposed on the ceiling of the sistine chapel, would that be art, or artifice?
we at dotlizard have a philosophy: don't get caught. here, hope this helps: the fake work skin
miscellany
what about liz?
dotlizard.com is brought to you by the number 42 & the letter f. & the &. this is more or less autobiographical. this is too. lizard wrote this for the soulmate she will most likely never meet.
lizard is a fast girl:
behold the coolness of lizard's custom california plates:
lizard's dotcom is filled with occasionally profane inanity & other nonsense, made possible by a very plugged in copy of mt 2.661, enhanced with php 4.3.4 & mysql 4.0.18-standard (look at those big version numbers, yeah baby)
email? liz, and you know the url right? there you go.
lizard herself is on version, um, four? this year? she's also lost fiftysixty-someodd okay, fifty pounds, gotten her tongue pierced, & dyed her hair a color we shall call nuclear mutant carrotpurpledaffodiltangerine neon insane coral. she used to be a blogger named kd, but she grew bored of her self, & replaced it with this loosely associated multiplicity known variously as feck, ms.e, & now liz. she's determined to stay liz for as long as it takes, for as long as there is; give her a month or so and it'll be 'lizard' on her driver's license and don't think she won't, because that thought would be just silly. we now return to the regularly scheduled existential crisis, already in progress.