…Cookies

Preamble

 Here's the revamped Index page.. It is Saturday July 15, 11am. And I just put the finishing touches on and it's Saturday July 15, at 6:30pm

Cookies

Well, let's talk about cookies. We both like cookies. Only, I'm allergic to your favorites, Oreos. I can't eat them at all, as much as I sometimes want to. While you'll  munch on my animal crackers here and there, you just much prefer your oreos. I get it. I really do. I'm over here with my gigantic box or animal crackers in my glass house and I will be damned if I have any right to start a rock war with you oreo snackers over there. I know how it goes. Hell, we both have histories with Chocolate chip cookies too, but let's not go there. I need to get something off my chest. I'm not one to judge. My job isn't to judge. And I take my job seriously. My job is to care. In order to be a more effective worker,  I aim to spend more time with you. In order to do that, I'm trying to entice you outside of your comfort zone a little and to go you and do things. In that zona de mano a mano, i see it, we both relax a little, we start confiding, and take baby steps towards the beacon. I think you're worried, or embarrassed by your oreos. You already know, or you should know, that you can help yourself to as many animal crackers as your heart desires. No me importante. I always have plenty to spare. As long as I think its mostly going to satiate your munchies, i'll let you  run with some or leave some for you. I buy two costco boxes of those fuckers at a time. It's just me and Tom over here munching down and his tab mostly pays for mine. (what he spends less my costco break makes it so i am in it for less than $2 a day) So what i am saying is that you can't worry me too much on what you may want or get lent. But my animal  crackers aren't Oreos, by any stretch of the imagination, an I get that. And I've said it in relation to other things and i'll just make it so its known and it's a thing. If I want to do something with you, i'll make sure we're  both well supplied in cookies. I got you covered. We can make a side trip to go to that special place and you can grab the fancy gluten free Oreos that you like so  much. And don't think a thing of it. If that's a part of what you do to keep this side of sanity, they do it with pride. I'll help all i can. I'm not here to judge remember? Let's go.  I'll cover the Oreos. I'm going to start going soon. Maybe to greenwater, or mimas mounds. maybe just to that waterfall on Monica's phone.  I definitely want to hit oregon on the east side again, (Ha! After them being lost for years, i finally found my Obsidian Treasure Maps,  I posted them with the rest of the resources to the rocks post) maybe a bit later in the year when its not so oppressively hot, or conversely Clarkia, Idaho for world famous star garnets. I want you to come with  me somewhere at least once. i'll buy the cookies, you just bring you. Egads, even sushi. It'll be good. You need a push and this is me pushing. I'm here to push you, challenge you. I'm your friend, i'm one of the good guys, but i am also here keep you in line, while making you look at things differently and hopefully, keep with the pace with you. That's what friends do. They're by your side when you need them to be, they got your back, they don't let you get away with lame shit unless they're doing it too and having fun to boot. If you want to get better at pool, you play with people better than you, that challenge you to step up to their level.  I see so many things in you that I stand to benefit from, that I want to encourage and soak up. Ways in which I want to step up to your level. But in order to be in a place for that to happen, we've both got to be in motion. For the short term, just know that if I say let's go, i'll hook you up cookie style.

Briefly

First, My Drawings: I haven't put much into this lately. But I liked the frog so I'm gonna let him ride another round again, the two shrooms were en route to making the new logo

 Music... Forced Entry, We're Dicks. a beautiful song, by thrashers from Bellevue. Mommy, alternative at its best, kinda half punk half alternative, hard to describe, they barely were around.

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