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from katherinhand :
but promise you will still write in this one. (also: weekend visitors arrived with the official jerry garcia doll in tow (i thought of you!) (he even had a stubby middle finger!). and we had to visit the grateful dead themed bar (did not get a chance to visit the g.d. themed pizza parlor). (will gladly send you a slice of g.d. pizza. dude, that's not oregano!!!!!!!!! ! ! ! ! ) )
from meism :
ooooooooooooooohhhh.
from meism :
I'm enjoying your Halloween-y photos very much. My old snaps are, sadly, still stored safely north of my scanner, so I won't be posting my usual spooky photo entries in honor my favorite holiday.
from katherinhand :
maybe our cats could schedule an otherworldly dinner party, where there are tables set with candles and the finest of foods, and the afterparty can take place in the leakiest bath tub in heaven. i'm so sorry to hear about your dear cat, b.d.
from katherinhand :
aha! re: fillmore poster. i like to think i would have been there, having been cosmically aligned with the associated students of soon-to-be san francisco state university, i also like to think the secret "demonlover" shout out at the bottom left was a wink in my 1966 direction? i went to a typography convention in which a fillmore poster maker from that time spoke, i wish i remembered his name. he had the very best stories and oh how i wish i could have seen it all first-hand.
from meism :
Are you in.....heaven?
from likeaforest :
just so you know, i have not forgotten that i have an email reply to you that is long overdue. when i get back home i will write you properly, and maybe we can exchange vacation stories.
from mew-mew :
that photo is u n r e a l. where are you, do you still answer your email// it's hot & humid & the sidewalks smell like garbage & all things sticky & gross. bag searches in the subway. i saw a rat the size of p's bunny. i killed a cockroach in the back of a taxi. i love post dusk with all the night air swimming around the crowds of sidwalk traffic. how is the book biz? still, envy you your job. & have been telling the countess story. i walk by balthazar nearly daily,,
from katherinhand :
dear sir, please know i was in the car today and a grateful dead song came on and i sang it in the most unself-conscious way possible. flailing arms out the window and everything. my mighty alto knocked a few of them portland hipsters dead, i believe. i am high-fiving you, buddy.
from likeaforest :
ah! i most certainly did not get an email! perhaps you could forward it to jlbraun at ucdavis dot edu? the idea of it simply floating around in interspace is really disheartening.
from likeaforest :
b. - ah, thank you for the mountain photos! i had looked through your archives at one point in hopes of making such a discovery, but somehow my sleuthing skills weren't so good. also, i am very curious about your job! working with rare books sounds sort of romantic to me (although most likely it seems less so to you). do you like living in amherst? more importantly, do you live in one of those lovely, haunted old houses? am i asking too many questions? o dear. - j.
from likeaforest :
o! i just noticed somewhat accidentally that apparently you left a note for me several days ago! (guestbook is not so fastidious about sending notices for this, it seems.) so in response: 1. thanks very much for the link. (the cardinal picture is now my new background. lately i have been feeling very homesick for cardinals and bluejays. can you believe that there are places in the world that don't have either?) 2. rare book room!? 3. i very much hope you post those mountain pictures someday. hint hint.
from likeaforest :
ah! now i want to ask you all sorts of nosey questions about living in amherst, but i don't even quite know where to start. i am somewhat ashamed/proud/something? to tell you that i not only lived there but went to umass. do you ever post pictures of mountains? i miss them most of all. -- jolie
from likeaforest :
meism recommended your journal (or more specifically, i was instructed to go see the bird photos), and i must say i am awfully glad she did. the pictures are lovely.
from meism :
Thank you for the birdy photos. Excellence.
from sturge :
That's the longest lens I have ever seen. Thank you for bringing a bit of poetry to this hellhole of the internet. Also, I'm drunk.
from katherinhand :
dear Idyll Country Gentleman, i have been spending a lot of time in mendocino watching the grass grow. hydroponically, but growing nonetheless. like weed(s). turn up the jerr-bear and await my signal.
from katherinhand :
thank you, sir. i should put his copy of 'the warriors' in the vcr and see if any ghostly fingers muster the energy to press play.
from katherinhand :
pardon, but we the humble private citizens of this, the diaryland sector, miss your entries terribly.
from katherinhand :
TCMCU: my entire musical outlook has changed. last night jerr-bear came to me in a dream and offered me roses and mescaline. it changed my life, man. since then i've quit my job, starting squatting in brokedown palace over on lincoln, and set up this real nice candle shop here in the park. and do you want a bagel? because oddly enough i'm selling those too. and car stereos.
from katherinhand :
transcontinental music club update: i am listening to the grateful dead. i thought i would give it a try. i haven't gone so far as to slather myself in patchouli or affix pooka shells to my dreadlocks, but you might need to send those doobies back this way. what you got?
from katherinhand :
re: byrds and burritos PICTOGRAPH. am beholding the majesty. feeling as though my diaryland neptune66crush is now, irretrievably, spiralling out of control.
from katherinhand :
re: byrds and burritos: how cosmically righteous! am sending virtual high fives and doobies. we have a theme going, and i don't want to wreck it transcontinentally. what?
from katherinhand :
i just realized it is the pilot p-500, not the pentel. i can't believe my most egregious error. i l o v e that pen. it's like calling your most beloved by the wrong name. to fix matters i will be sure to tattoo the p-500 on the insides of wrists: one red, one black. it is writerly perfection, isn't it?
from katherinhand :
and. re: pictures of red leaves - is that really the kind of thing you get to see every day? i am going to send pictures of my daily view, i.e. trashcans surrounded by fish skeletons (with exed-out eyes) and cats in heat and homeless fellows lying on the sidewalk waving drunkenly like the automatons from pirates of the caribbean. oh it is charming, don't get me wrong. and the bay has been smelling particularly swampy of late.
from katherinhand :
oh i am so glad you got a breathtaking picture of the old moon. last night i was in a class in a high rise and someone remembered what day it was so we all rushed down the elevator and out onto the street to stand between tall tall buildings with our mouths hanging open. it looked like a paper moon from where i was, like you could throw rocks at it and it would tear into pieces.
from meism :
Yes, that's Boris alright....but I'm not sure which of his movies that snapshot was snatched from. I watched The Mummy last night, and it's definitely not that film. (If I knew html better I'd figure out how to get my little titles to show up on each page, instead of just on the "old" page.)
from katherinhand :
(pssst. i live but .27 miles away from serendipity books. i could throw a rock at the window if i really needed to. and happened to have a bionic arm. i go in there when i want to cry over that heartbreaking old book smell. you would never take the h.o.b.s. for granted, would you. no.
from katherinhand :
terribly sorry you are under the weather. sending golden girls reruns and grandmotherly elixirs directly.
from mew-mew :
dare say: KV's new work bears an uncanny resemblance to KV's daughter, she of the pointy nose and tiny wrists. Like he just smudged on some other features so it didn't look EXACTLY like her. anyway, couldn't you get your arse kicked for putting that up there? meowr.
from meism :
the museum is a black archival box next to my computer...full of other people's pictures found in the trash, at auctions and flea markets. the box is a growing problem. i can't afford groceries, but i have lovely little bits of paper...more and more of them inside this box...to look at in wonder. thanks for asking. :)
from katherinhand :
aha. i finally found the little alley of the maze that leads to this pretend bulletin board. i am tacking up a note, in impeccable handwriting, mind you (handwriting is very important. i secretly would like to take samples of everyone i know upon introduction), saying hello and i think you're just great.
from mew-mew :
aha! secret passage leads to guestbook area you must loathe! hello. it is monday, december 1st. when i read of the "mint -condition-purple car " i, at first, imagined it to be a mint purple car. it made me laugh to think of a tasty purple coche that sparkled. ay caramba! tag, you're it. yrs, meeeeeow sparks
from kohled :
Lovely so far. Your writing has a casual, wind-blown style that I really like.

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