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Saturday, December 07, 2002
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Sunday, November 24, 2002
A soft answer turneth away wrath: but grievous words stir up anger.- Proverbs 15:1
"God will not suffer man to have the knowledge of things to come; for if he had prescience
of his prosperity he would be careless; and understanding of his adversity he would be senseless."You are Augustine!
You love to study tough issues and don't mind it if you lose sleep over them.
Everyone loves you and wants to talk to you and hear your views, you even get things like "nice debating
with you." Yep, you are super smart, even if you are still trying to figure it all out. You're also
very honest, something people admire, even when you do stupid things.
What theologian are you?
A creation of HendersonAugustine is one of the biggies... a master of rhetoric, and a brilliant author. I read a lot of his stuff when I went through my "apocryphal philosophy" phase a few years back. I'm not in great agreement with much of what he's written, but he's a fantastic thinker and analyst. I'd like to see who the other answers returned..
Aliens was on AMC last night... It features an orange cat named Jones, a little girl named Newt, and probably the first reasonable use of human form mechs as forklifts...Not to mention it being a sequel that was totally different from the movie that spawned it, but was still good. (from lurking horror to action/terror) The first two movies are the only ones that exist to my mind... the others are just crapola.
Hmm... 20 minutes of previews before the movie? That doesn't bother me, as long as they keep the lights at dim, rather than dark. I'd prefer to be able to navigate into my seat later.
Keith Parkinson Online a capable fantasy artist... he’s' done good work on Book covers, Everquest, TSR stuff and Magic the gathering cards. He started out looking like Larry Elmore (who I'm not fond of) but developed a style that's well suited for the genre, now.
Lots of wonderful rain and cool wind this weekend. A delight... makes it all the more worthwhile to stay in, read and rest, though my sleep schedule is a little out of whack now. I'm only stepping out long enough to pick up my scrip. today.
NASA scientists have just released new predictions for the 2002 Leonid meteor storm. The 2002 Leonid meteor shower peaks at 0400 UT and 1030 UT on Nov. 19th... Looks like 4am my local time is the best for me to view.
current mood: a bouquet of water lilies and toast
current music: Everybody to the Limit - Strong Bad
The pill they gave me for right before the epi was 1mg alprazolam (xanax). one hour before the procedure. I'd never heard of it used for nervous tension before. No wonder he told me to hold off on the other meds for a day before taking it.it went well.. strangely enough, the present to myself from the toy store next door had a spine sucker in it. there's a fun little bit of coincidence.
Newt's fawning all over me, so I think it's treats for him, and then a icepack in bed for me.
Thanks for the good vibes, dear journal!
Awww. Do I have to be a freemason to get the fun costumes?I always wondered how much they spent on Fezzes... Though, I've not really noticed the shoes until now.
"Newton Really Satisfies." a reload also gave - "Think Newton” and then "I Liked The Newton So Much, I Bought The Company!"
"I'm Not Gonna Pay A Lot For This Scotto" and "I Feel Like Scotto Tonight." and you know what? I do feel like Scotto tonight!
Ok. Back to the icepack.
Morning light flows in
rose glow changes to orange
time to start againRobert Culp is a great actor... highly underrated. I've been watching old "Outer Limits" episodes on the Sci-Fi channel, and he seems to act in about every third or fourth episode... and he does a great job in them all. I'd like to see nickelodeon or TV Land bring back I Spy... I used to *really* dig that show. Probably one of Bill Cosby's better roles (clever, but not a goofball comic), too. I don't think that the Eddy Murphy / Owen Wilson Movie could possibly hold a candle to the old show.
The evil mind controlling rocks episode this morning is great, even though what I just wrote makes it sound goofy as all get out. The title is Corpus Earthling. (#9 on the list) Really... it's a great episode, I swear.
My back feels great.... comfortable bending, and such. (I'm taking it gently, but it looks pretty darn good so far.)
Sabrina Lloyd gets a job on Ed. I'm glad to see that all of the old Sports Night folks are getting gigs -- Jeremy's been on West Wing, Casey is obviously on Six Feet Under. I think Felicity Huffman had a baby recently, so she hasn't been working as much (although she also guest starred on West Wing a while back). I don't know what Josh Charles is up to though.
Dark shadows just started… my cue to change Newt's litter, hop in the shower, and afterwards shave off my week's worth of facial scrub grown since a week ago Monday.
Until later, Dear Journal.
Pretty solid day of just chewing on catch-up work... I have a new project on my plate, now, too... always good to see. I get to generate a program that can create assorted sample/ test data on the fly, within an assortment of parameters. The hitch? The requesting folk don't know for sure what the parameters will be... so I get to leave the architecture very open, for hanging other aspect on as I go. It should be pretty simple...though I know enough about the way things work to expect a few curveballs before the job is over with.It seems that while I was away, Pam decided to put in her 2 weeks... it looks like she's headed back to Ohio... in *December*... Brr… quite the way to jump in with both feet. I imagine that Sappho and Riker will miss her the most... They're the last three Tampa-imports left, I think. Accounting will be much more dull, that's for sure. Santie has some help selling now, too. A few departments have assistants now... Mail shop, sales, and Chupa. Perhaps (wishful thinking on my part) this means raises might come along sometime soon. Unlikely, but anything's possible in this wacky world of ours.
Kev's sis won free tickets to the new 007 flick... so he took the opportunity to blow out of there at a reasonable hour today. Good for him! I hope it's a halfway decent movie.
PSA-feel free to pass it along.
It's that time of year. Go get shot. The Flu shot, that is.
Two reasons: First, of course, you don't want to get sick. Especially, you don't want to get miserably, incoherently, Stephen-King-The-Stand-everybody-dies sick.
Second and less obvious: If you don't get sick, you can't pass the bug to someone else. And even if you are strong and healthy, and shake it off in a week, the person YOU give it to, or the person THEY give it to, may be more vulnerable. The flu kills kids, and old people, and invalids. You don't want to be part of that chain.
So get vaccinated... and if you get the bug anyway, stay home. Don't share. With enough immune people, and with enough common sense among those who do catch it, flu season won't turn into an epidemic, and people will live who otherwise would have died.
It's my duty to please that booty!Wishing I could wave a magic wand and cure all the blues I see. (And some of the ones I can't.)
If not cure them all, at least brighten their day a bit. I like to think that I do a little, already. I take pleasure in that they know they're loved, and can come to me any time if they want advice, a shoulder to cry on or an ear to bend. I can beam love, regardless, and keep thinking positive.
Gardening for bats. awww....I wouldn't mind a bat roost nearby.
I'd really like to wear something like this to work. But with the pointy shoes.
ACCexpo this weekend. I forgot that the fossil/rocks and minerals show was last weekend...whoops. Having second thoughts about the tourney... I may just take photos of the cosplayers and hit the dealer room instead. We'll see how it goes.
A white guy tried to use a bathhouse in Japan but was turned away. The bathhouse had a sign that read "Japanese only." The guy became a Japanese citizen a year later and tried again, but was turned away again. He sued the bathhouse and won about $25,000.
Wow, that seems a little extreme to me. Must be one heck of a bathhouse.
Which eye is the evil eye? The one where I can do the Mr. Spock / Lee Majors arch, or the more muted, subtle other eye?
Figuring out what's the deal for thanksgiving this year. I want my bro to go with, if he's into it. Hippies? Pasta at home? Mom's place? Chinese? Heck, I dunno. I just don't want to do dishes.
Beautiful moon out last night. Just the right temperature at 73F...I stayed up late and just sort of moon-basked.
Val Kilmer's "Simply cool" ad for Nikon… looks kind of creepy. He must’ve dropped his lucky “I’m a hunk” good luck charm or something. Or Perhaps it’s the freaky haircut.
They're trotting out Christmas Specials earlier every year... here's my take on it. You don't need any specials other than a very few.
Animated ones: Charlie Brown Christmas &The Grinch. Everything else cartoon-wise is fluff... Though stop motion Rudolph / Santa ones are groovy nostalgia.
Live Action - A Christmas Story. (It's a Wonderful Life is cool, but somehow, it's aired 23,423,234 times between November and December..and I always catch the *same* 10 minute range of film.] National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation. (Miracle on 34th street?... It falls into the "Wonderful Life" Dilemma. I'd love 'em more if I could land on them at the beginning and ride them to the end.)
I don't think I'm forgetting any. Earnest Saves Christmas? Santa Clause, or Santa Claus, The Movie? I don't think those have as much universal Holiday appeal. Plus, I don't like folks offing Santa, and swapping him out. Scrooged? Eh.
Oh! I forgot Muppety-things! A Muppet Christmas Carol, the John Denver Holiday Special, and Emmet Otter's Jug-band Christmas. Those are good.
Best Holiday spirit? Charlie Brown. The Monolog Linus makes is about as good as it gets.
IN THE AUDITORIUM, CHARLIE BROWN AND LINUS ARE STAGE RIGHT, AND THE REST OF THE PEANUTS GANG ARE STAGE LEFT
CHARLIE BROWN: I guess I really don't know what Christmas is all about.
SHOUTS
Isn't there anybody who knows what Christmas is all about?
LINUS: Sure Charlie Brown, I can tell you what Christmas is all about.
WALKS TO CENTER STAGE
Lights please.
LIGHTS GO DOWN, SPOTLIGHT ON LINUS AS HE RECITES LUKE 2:8-14
And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.
And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.
And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.
For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord.
And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.
And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,
Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.
LIGHTS COME BACK UP AS LINUS WALKS BACK
That's what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown.I don't need the He-Man Christmas, or Rugrats, or the like. Who knows... maybe there'll be a good Spongebob or something, but it'll be hard to approach Ol' Chuck.
Well, I'm off to work again in a moment. Until later, dear journal.
Two cute kittens at work today. Gossamer and Gollum. One black with brown highlights, and one a tuxedo with little white feet. Both wholly adorable. So adorable, in fact, that Kev's keeping them for himself, rather than letting anyone else adopt them.
It's just as well that Kev took 'em in.. I was getting won over by them, and would've adopted them myself if I could. Newt seems so gigantic now that I'm home! He's a total sweetie-boy tonight to. I bet that he smells the babies on me.
I need to go shopping soon, and pick up a birthday present for Mayah. She's going to be one on Saturday!! I wonder what she might like. She's got some cool toys already, but I don't know about clothes.
I was dreaming when I wrote this, forgive me if it goes astray...yum... I took a side route home today, and came across an empanada stand.
Any Guesses as to what I'm having for supper? Zucchini, portabella mushrooms, onions, green olives and spinach in a pastry shell, with spicy olive oil and who-knows what dip. numma-num
man, it's good. I'm certainly going to return there. I also grabbed a beer, which was also a spur of the moment decision.
Dexter and Bailey were by today, but I'm too lazy right now to transfer and resize piccies. Maybe tomorrow night.
The Hut is at 809 members. Vagpagina has a 1117, and they ask for monetary support via paypal, cafe press-based clothing, postcards and such. I wonder how much money they make? I think it's sort of shabby asking for money, unless they donate it to a valid charity of some sort... there's really *no* effort needed at all to maintain the hut's community at all. Maybe I'm spoiled by just having had very few problems with folks? Vagpag Started 9/19/2001. The Hut was created 2/23/2001, and I remember thinking that they were a copycat community at the time, but I know now that they have a much stronger feminist bent, rather than the hut's biological and general support feel.
If I walked a mile in most folks' shoes, I'd be hurting.. I wear size 15 American. I do need to pick up a new pair of shoes... maybe two. Perhaps I'll swing by the birk store when I get Mayah's birthday prezzie.
I abstained from the office's secret Santa again this year.
I've learned a lot about GIMP art program (Linux) and GIMP for Windows the last few days... I'm amazed at how powerful an image editor it is, and I'm finally getting the knack of layer-based image fiddling.
PSA, and then on to my entry - Microsoft announced a really nasty bug in their Data Access Components (MDAC) yesterday. Microsoft Security Bulletin MS02-065 has the details Go get the patch here, if you've not updated your system recently.Ok, now on to regular Scotto...
Friday-Friday!
Sappho and Riker are making a pilgrimage to FAO Schwarz this weekend.... I've got an urge to go there, too. Maybe I'll add it to the hubbub over thanksgiving weekend sometime. Anyone want to get me a personal hovercraft for Christmas? I think i might actually get the Lego Hagrid's hut, if I can find it at ebay for under $20.
Cool as all get out classic children's audio books. Gerald Mcboing Boing and Little Black Sambo.
I can hear the Goodyear blimp overhead... it really pleases me that it travels this far south.
History Wired - sort of a random wandering through the Smithsonian National Museum of American history. (Strange to me is that they have a display about Life in ancient Greece Reflected in the Coinage of Corinth "American history"? Not that I mind.. it's a neat)
Hit the Fan! The object is to propel a mound of fecal matter with your ping-pong paddle so that it connects with the rotary air circulation device. Once you get some practice, try springing one off the stapler or landing it in the coffee cup. Even better yet, go for a "Mac attack" and ricochet one off the iMac screen into the blades. They did a fairly good job of creating a sound effect for the moment when the caca hits the old ventilator too - so how can you lose?
Back from Mayah's b'day party... lots of babies and little children (ages 10 mos to about 11 years) there, all of them angels. Many hippies, grandparents and friendlies there.I got tons and tons of affection from the kids there... they know instinctively that I'm no danger, and a pushover to boot. I got all sorts of warm fuzzies and playtime in. Mayah liked the little purple outfits a lot.
Traveling mostly backwards in time... tunnel en route to party, mage knight after Acc expo, and so on.The Haunted Tunnel! (Vantage point, Dan's car)
Dan and I played Mage knight in the park...The little pavilion worked out pretty nicely.
The only picture from the expo that came out ok... the lighting was poor, and minimal flash was used.
This morning before heading out for breakfast and the Expo
Not From today... Dexter Thursday!
I got a nifty bit of terrain at Eckerd’s (picture in the cut) before breakfast (I swung into Eckerd’s to look for some supposed Captain Nemo bestseller Dan was talking about.. no dice...I think someone moved a Nemo book to the bestseller shelf or something. A winter Pavilion; just perfect for mage knight. I'm going to have to see how my customs look inside it in a little bit. After, we got hummus bagels and OJ... my bagels were salt, his poppy seed. I also got a cup of coffee to go with.
The Expo was interesting.. Mart Nodell (Creator of the golden age Green Lantern, and The Pillsbury Dough boy) is a nifty guy, and very talkative I've met him a few times now (he lives in west palm beach) and he seems to have a lot more on the ball lately. Last time, he was getting pretty old and confused. Sara Douglas (Ursa form Superman II) still looks dang good, far younger than I'd thought. Richard Hatch (Apollo from Battlestar Galactica) on the other hand... well.. he needs to wear a shirt with sleeves is all I'm sayin'.
Cosplayers... there were quite a few excellent costumes, and a couple of "That character and you haven't got remotely the same body shape". I'm rather disappointed that the gross (in more than one sense of the word) majority of the snaps didn't come out.
I don't know why I didn't take celeb piccies.
The selection of stuff was very diverse... I'm still thinking about picking up a Kimono for myself tomorrow. Lots of nifty vintage comic/ movie stuff, and unusual crafts like custom glassblowing.
The gaming area was a travesty. Populated by the most off-putting parodies of unwashed and socially retarded gamer-types, Dan and I decided instead to adjourn to the park next door, play outside in fresh air, sunshine, and some peace and quiet. After playing a match, we took off for Toys R Us, and picked up Mayah's birthday outfits. I couldn't settle on a good educational, fun toy... so clothes did the trick.
The Video area was quite nice... Anime was showing Escaflowne on a big screen in a little theatre area.
No go for Dave tomorrow, so I can get my chores done first thing, and out of the way by noonish, I think.
A great adventure is waiting for you ahead.
Hurry onward, Lemmiwinks, or you will soon be dead.
The journey before you may be long and filled with woe
But you must escape the gay man's ass so your tale can be told.
Lemmiwinks. Lehehemiwinks Lemmiwinks Lemmiwinks-Lemmiwinks' journey, a distance far and fast.
To find his way out of a gay man's ass.
The road ahead is filled with danger and fright
But push onward, Lemmiwinks, with all of your might.The Sparrow Prince lies somewhere way up ahead.
Don't look back, Lemmiwinks, or you'll soon be dead.
Lemmiwinks, Lemmiwinks, the time is growing late
Slow down now and seal your fate.Take the magic helmet torch to help you light the way.
There's still a lot of ground to cross inside the man so gay.
Ahead you lies adventure, and your strength still lies within.
Freedom from the Ass of Doom is the treasure you will win.Lemmiwinks has made it out and his tale is nearly through
Now that you're the Gerbil King there's more ventures to go on
Fly away to faraway lands and to the setting sun
There's still so many enemies and battles yet to fight
For Lemmiwinks the Gerbil King we told a thousand nightsLemmi- Lemmi- Lemmiwinks, etc.
Saturday, November 16, 2002
Cool words I rarely have the opportunity to use when speaking and really like.
- rhombus and its derivatives - rhomboid, rhomboidal and rhombic
- helipad
- frigate
- philtrum
- quagga (about the only thing of value I got from playing Rogue)
- oneiric
Those are just the ones that come to mind just now...many more come to mind here and there during the course of the day.What am I? Heck, it depends on who you ask, and when. I've been considered all sorts of stuff from a misshapen gopher-thing to an iridescent insect man to a mass of seething twine to a yeti with buzz saws for hands to a bouquet of water lilies and toast.
Latest weirdness my news spiders have brought back - Honestly sounds like the aftermath of a ritual of some sort to me, especially considering the poor guy's profession.
One of the best pages for fonts ever.
Weather in my area
...IN SOUTHEAST FLORIDA THIS WATCH INCLUDES 3 COUNTIES... BROWARD MIAMI-DADE PALM BEACHA TORNADO WATCH MEANS CONDITIONS ARE FAVORABLE FOR TORNADOES IN AND CLOSE TO THE WATCH AREA. PERSONS IN THESE AREAS SHOULD BE ON THE LOOKOUT FOR THREATENING WEATHER CONDITIONS AND LISTEN FOR LATER STATEMENTS AND POSSIBLE WARNINGS....
I got my toys in the mail today. :) I was short one demolishing ape, but I'm guessing it was an honest mistake. I don't imagine anyone'd try to cheat me out of a $0.17 piece of plastic. (Though I do want it… it's an evil munkee, after all!) I sent him an email, and hopefully he'll be rejoined with his brothers soon.
Random Scotto factoid - as a child I constantly got Rhombus and trapezoid mixed up. I finally learned to remember it by thinking of the trapezoid as a lobster trap. (which has a narrower top). That's what comes from learning shapes in New England. Who knows how I'd have remembered it if I was raised in Arizona.
The poem in the Chevrolet Tahoe commercial is called "Nobody Knows It But Me" written by Patrick O'Leary with the voice-over by James Garner. The words of the poem are as follows:There's a place that I travel
When I want to roam
And nobody knows it but me.The roads don't go there
And the signs stay home
And nobody knows it but me.It's far far away
And way way afar
It's over the moon and the sea
And whenever you're going
that's wherever you are
And nobody knows it but me.
That's beautiful. More commercials should be an introduction to poetry. It reminds me a bit of a fragment of a poem (the rest of which is lost to the dust of memory) called Green Banana Moon. I don't remember the dream portions, but instead only the refrain sticks in my noggin. Perhaps later I'll be able to pry the rest free later.every night we see a moon
it never looks the same
there's one that's full
and one that's sliced
and one that has a name.searching with its moonbeam
its glow will find us soon
and once it does
we're sure to dream
beneath the green banana moon.
I'd like to take hold of my beloved and dream with her right now under the green banana moon. Happy dreams. pleasant waves of bliss and cheer.
Why do toasters always have a setting that burns toast to a horrible crisp no one would ever eat? Does anyone deliberately chomp on "chunk of carbon"?I wonder how soon the 2nd Harry Potter movie's going to be on p2p stuff... or if it's on already? Did J.K. ever get around to getting the fifth book out? (Quick Amazon check) Nope. Slacker. She’s going to miss the bus. Amazon is scary, now that I have paypal / online funds transfer again. Danger! One click shopping! Run, boy! It'll gitcha if'n yer not careful!
Q: what kind of bees gives milk?
A: Boo-bees!10:45 appointment for the epi on Monday, now. That means I take my pill at 9:45 that morning
Got my check deposited... They had a big honkin' spread of punch and snacks... Sakes... there's a way for me to come inside more often..."hmm... maybe I should just check my account balance and have a *COOKIE*". Some sort of party? I don't know, but I got a smiley face sugar cookie out of the deal...a nice reward for tossing my paycheck into my account. I almost (but not quite) regret getting direct deposit now.
Took a delicious hot bath and am now relaxing a wee bit, curled up with a good book, soft lights, and thoughts of my sweetheart. We got to talk for a bit tonight, and it was surely the highlight of my day. a quick pop to the news sites, and then back to frozen text on the page. I'm sending my sweetheart thoughts of mint oreos.
In Florida wacky news -
Schoolbooks could be banned not because of controversial content, but because they weigh too much
Elephant tries out McDonald's drive-through service. Hilarity ensues I wanna feed an elephant veggie burgers!
Authorities on lookout for 'Champagne Bandit', a 300 pound man stealing fine wines
famous deaths, the week in review. has great photos, which makes all the difference. See also the much more complete and useful archive-wise Dead People Server.Newton looks like a newscaster, or a hangin' judge here. I think he needs a little red tie, blazer, a few blue index cards... and a microphone. "Next caller, you're on the air!"
Ed Rooney should never have gotten on that school bus.
Just got a call... they've tentatively rescheduled my epi for Tuesday, because my doctor's office hasn't sent the proper referrals over yet. That's a peeve... I got my rides and such all lined up, and now I get to rework it again. I'm looking quite forward to the new insurance company as of 12/1.
Deep One sunning itself in Florida? Possibly...
This is what I want for my next toy... Lindows, the company that ships a version of GNU/Linux that runs most Windows apps, will be shipping a <$500 tablet PC (most tablet PCs to date go for $2000-$3000). The device has wireless networking built in, a nice sharp LCD, and will look mighty fine nestled on my coffee table.
A male contraceptive, 100% effective, and with no bad side effects? Available 2005Wow, that's outstanding. Questions raised - Will STDs increase as a result of less condom use? Can men in general be relied on to take it daily? (I know I could... just make it part of the routine, along with showering and brushing.)
Dan exchanged money for services with O.J. Simpson last Saturday... a $6 viewing ticket for volleyball-- Dan was ticket concession and his school's team was playing against O.J's Daughter's. Of course, I asked if Danny said anything about "acquitted murderer's discount" or the like. He didn't... his exchange was limited to "six dollars" and that was it...we didn't get as much mileage out of that element of conversation as I'd thought.
Here are some lovely shots of Newt and I in a plastic spoon-wrestling match. Also known as "Newt doesn't want his teeth brushed yet this morning"... I have to get him in the right mood before giving him the brusha-brusha... he needs to be worn out and in a snuggle-bug mindset in order for me to stick my finger in his mouth. Though he looks fierce, it's just horsing around. He's got a lot of strength in his mitts. His paws are so big... little snowshoe-rabbit cat.
Unfortunately, I could get no good shots of him getting brushies this morning... maybe next week. I was lucky to get those two above of him trying out for a part in Sabretooth.
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Art Nouveau - Comic Book Style - some great stuff...some not so much so, but the majority is quite good.. Interesting theme idea, Dig Batgirl and Wonder Woman, or this group... Ivy reminds me of my sweetheart there, again. Warning, some of the links there contain nudity, but pretty tasteful.
oh yeah, baby.... milk bottle of the week. more proof that every flippin' thing is on the net.Nifty site - Omar Zabir's Portal. It's a DHTML/Javascript tour de force. Pretty amazing... very well written and quite complete. (I get leery of sites that dominate your whole desktop experience though... a windows simulation that's a little too close.)
I want waffles, or potato pancakes for breakfast/ lunch. I'm not hungry, but craving some comfort food.
Sacre bleu! There are so many cool French comics! Do you remember pipe-smoking superhero Mister X? Or the flamboyant motorcycling crime fighter Motoman? Or the bizarre antihero Satanik, who only robbed and killed other criminals? And who could forget reading Otomox: Master of Robots while eating camembert and sipping chardonnay before school, mes amis? Despite all this, are you prepared for the ultimate team-up of Batman and... Tintin!?! (BTW: Other Tintin parodies abound.) (via memepool)
side note.... my sweetie could wonderfully fill a Batgirl costume... or Poison ivy. Rowr.... beautiful girl with brains and a darkish sense of humor. That's my beloved... so yummy. If I were a superhero, I'd want her on my team.
I'm tempted to try a custom paint from bed. I don't think it'll work...more likely, I'll get paint on me. I think it'll be easier to write fiction instead. I'm overdue for doing that on the laptop, anyhow. Let’s see how my mildly addled skull does.
The Wolfsonian is a museum of 20th century design in Miami Beach, and their website is a fine place to dig around. Looks like it has a ton of spiffy streamline modern and art deco objects, not to mention world's fair nifties. I'm going to check it out in person as soon as I've got the time and ability to do so. I fear that I'll go a little loopy in the shop. I really like the keychain! ) $5 a head is very reasonable.
Comiclopedia - a searchable gallery of over 3,200 international comic artists with biographies and artwork samples. hee...this one reminds me of my sweetie.
Steal this book (now available as hypertext)It's already getting warm again... 81F during my 9am bike ride? Something to note about tunnels... they're loud. The noise doesn’t have as many traveling options as a free, open area.
Well, my new savings account has already gotten $.04 interest, and it's only a tiny amount of seed money until next paycheck. Next deposit, my rate will jump a little bit, which can't hurt. Most of my funds landed in checking for bills and whatnot, until I decide how I want the sliding scale to go. I'm still waiting for the pay pal deposit to show up (probably won't appear until Monday...) so I can take care of a little treat or two.
I recently heard the "McDonalds Theory of War and Peace," which starts with the observation that no two countries that both have McDonalds have ever gone to war with each other. A middle class strong enough to support a McDonalds is presumably never going to support a war with an equally developed country. Note that Vietnam, Iraq, Cambodia and Somalia are all Big Mac-free zones.
Dave wants to get together at about 4... that's going to screw up my schedule. I probably won't be able to hang out with him today after all. (I was shooting for a morning to noonish sort of thing) I wanted to get some tunnel shots in the early evening. Dan's grading papers, and my bro's sleeping, so it looks like all of my available 2-legged friends are out of the hang-out option. I don't know if I'm going to go to the hobby store today... I might swing by B&N and pick up some books with my gift cards. The good one is only three miles from here. Yes, I think I'll do that. A cup of iced coffee and some fresh reading would be a lovely addition to my day.
My apartment smelled of freshly chopped onions and baking bread earlier... now it's nag champa.Maybe going to swing by -
Discount Train & Hobby
211 E. Oakland Park Blvd.
Ft. Lauderdale, FL 33334
tomorrow... look for more terrain and paints to play with…perhaps find a way to prevent the odd Newt-hair from landing on freshly painted stuff. I can Newt-proof... but his hair turns up in the darndest places. I'm hoping that they have some decent o-scale models and maybe some more mixable acrylic paints."Stupidity" author busted for trying to pick up teen girl online - "We can't be lovey-dovey in public," stupidity expert James F. Welles explained to his online friend. "Bottom line, I'm committing a crime." The author of "The Story of Stupidity and Understanding Stupidity" thought he was chatting with a 15-year-old girl, but it was actually a 40-year-old male detective at the keyboard. (Palm Beach Post)
Hm! Rachel's now a successful photographer and has been shown internationally. I'm delighted... she's quite a talent, and I'm sure she deserves the kudos. I still have some of her slides here...maybe I'll scan them in at work and post them here, if we still have the capacity. I haven't heard from her since '98ish. It looks like she's got a nice little life building with a guy / pet / home / marriage.
Newt shook off his "parachute-bag" just before the piccie was taken. He was on a big tear around the house, with the crinkly-toy in tow. you can see it starting to float to the ground behind him.
You are walking down a cracked inner city sidewalk. It is morning, slowly warming into a sunny day. You look up and yonder along the cement you see someone walking toward you. You are surprised to have perceived someone so far away. But, you keep walking, expecting nothing more than a friendly nod as you pass. He gets closer. You see he has a slight limp and shuffling gait, though he seems to be moving quickly. He is closer--a torn and stained suit jacket with tattered pants and bare feet. Closer--a mottled green and purple face, and slightly yellowed skin pinched back along his cheekbones. You and he are fifty yards apart. You, and an undead mockery of what was once alive are twenty yards apart. You approach on the notably empty path, no traffic on the road to the side. You nod. He waves, a pinky finger hanging loosely from a broken knuckle, and passes.
Well, groovy. Got my new check card finally... now I just have to wait while paypal takes a day or three to deposit a little into my account,Traffic's heavy tonight... I'll probably hold off on scoping out the haunted tunnel until Sunday, late. I wonder how the other spook-hunts are going this evening?
Someone's burning something made of a fragrant wood outside... the air smells nice. I hear a light rain just starting, too... or maybe it's just wind through the trees.
Taking a break, and kicking back. Tomorrow, my only duty is to do laundry...I'm going to try to get in by 10 and out of there by noon-ish.
Off to relax and chill. Nighters, dear journal.
Smacking crabs with a yo-yo is a good way to start the day. Froggy-fly eating is good too.Friday, again. Was Halloween already over a week ago? Are the ACC expo and Thanksgiving really looming up ahead so soon? That Means that not so far away lies Christmas... the start of a new year, and my birthday. This year hasn't totally screamed by, but it is speeding along at a good clip right now. I'm still stunned that Newt's three, and that I've known my sweetheart for more than two... it seems like I've had them in my life for longer and shorter than that at the same time.
Newton J. Underfoot doesn't like frosted cheerios, but he'll happily scarf up the milk-dregs. He doesn't go for the Honey-nut afters, though. He's in "Trip Scotto Up" mode. Nearly knocked me off of my pins twice this morning.
More linkie-doodoo
Alex Toth has a personal site... interesting to see the guy responsible for the art of space ghost / herculoids / super friends talking about how he draws handwritten and scanned onto a web page.
Killer Squirrels on the loose. - Featuring Dr. Booty of Knutsford.
Zoological Bloopers and Practical Jokes. Strange Science is a great little page of missteps in the classification and illustration of exotic and extinct animals. It's hard to classify all the links; some are dinosaur goofs, some are just poor depictions of animals from the time before photographs. Most are fascinating. Folks thinking that elephant skulls were cyclops remains is an interesting observation. I didn't even know that there were ellies in the Mediterranean.
O.J. Simpson's bad driving habits and legal problems extend beyond the Earth. Eschewing a white Bronco for a speedboat, the ex-football star and acquitted murder suspect was on Wednesday--for a brief time, at least--a wanted man for terrorizing a bunch of manatees in the waters off the coast of Florida.
Cats wearing hats. No way would Newt put up with that for more than .00005 seconds.
I feel really drained after today's work. I'm not going to linger on the stupid stuff... politics, ever politics.Good things -
Dexter Thursday, with special guest star Bailey!
Two badly lit pictures of them running in the hall. 800x600, so behind the cut they go...
Poor Bailey bonked his head running up and down that dingy hallway... they were neck in neck, and someone wasn't paying attention to where he was going. He's fine, but got scared for a moment.
I'm pleasantly surprised that my direct deposit might kick in next paycheck, rather than two pay-periods from now.
Ummm.... was there something else nice? *Reaching*
Oh! Free leftover Halloween candy, orange creamsicle slushies and baked potato from burger king. The potato is the best thing they could've added for me.
One of our work-associates is named Dick Pouch. Y'think he got made fun of much as a kid? I wonder how much strength and character he's gathered from such a mockable name.
Other wacky-named people I've worked with - Dick Knott & Geoff Glasscock.
Sky was very clear, and the weather dropped to 68 this evening. Quite a great temperature to bicycle in. I watched the temperature go from 72 this morning to about 79, and then down to 68 tonight. That's a big span!
Thinking of my sweetie in her leopard jammies, sleeping in my arms.
Sent off a $23 Check for my toy auction. I hope they come over soon.
As of this writing, the menstrualhut has 798 members, and is actively watched by over half that.
I heard that wheel of fortune is in Seattle this week, and Pat Sajak is still the host. I thought the show was cancelled! Shows how much I'm in touch with game shows these days... isn't there some sort of hidden-camera extreme x-games show that took the place of the traditional ones?
I think a hot shower and relaxation is due.
bonus news link- Hero of the day - Woman kills would-be rapist by extensive yanking on his thingee.
A gift! printable paper rulers!According to haunted Fort Lauderdale...My Tunnel has a ghost... this weekend I'm going to go down the pedestrian walk area, and take some pictures. (That particular 'haunted Fort Lauderdale' guy is a little bit of a crackpot... lens flare does not equal ghostie, in my mind, anyhow)
It's odd... I seem to keep a light balance between who links and unlinks me. I'm about at -3 from sept 01. I'm dead even if you don't count folks that have deleted themselves. Interesting to see who comes and goes on a history list.
A day full of uses of the poo wand for my sweetie and me but had a nice time, despite the tech-struggles... perhaps even because of them.I've determined that my tools at work are woefully inadequate, at least for me. Corel photo paint and Corel draw 8 not only aren't cross compatible, but they both are dung-filled doughnuts of despair as far as tools go.
Give me Photoshop, Photopaint, or the GIMP any day over the Corel nightmare. I've sent the files to work with home, but I think instead I'll work on them with proper tools tomorrow... I'm going to install the gimp there...my only element remaining is to make a decent banner graphic. (It’s actually going to be the background, but it'll be at the top of each page, all banner-like.
The scent of synthetic ambergris is on my mind and in my mental directory.
A good hump day. Tomorrow, she is Thursday, yes?
Three great words/phrases of power.
- Please
- Thank you
- I'm sorry.
If I hear people use any of those with sincerity, my brain clicks into uber-helper/friendly mode. I like to think that I'm normally pretty nice, anyhow... but those are the magic words. Watch me jump to action.wow! The piggie amendment made the cruel site of the day! The ban passed, by the way.
Koko's got a CD coming out? Didn't they know about apple nipple hungry?
I want just Black Manta and the Sub. Aquaman... I wonder who I could give him to? I'd like to trade him for Will Magnus. Is it me, or does Lead (Who should have a Pb as his logo) look a little sissified? Everyone else seems true to form. This Manta is pretty cool, too.
It is really beautiful weather-wise outside. Maybe 72 degrees? Just downright nice.
I dreamt last night that I ran a turtle-powered farm/ mill/ bakery. They were used as *very slow*, but strong beasts of burden... pulling plows and carts full of some sort of grain. There was a large geodesic dome storage area, and a water wheel powered millhouse by a fresh water river full of well-rounded stones along with a "petting zoo" area where folks could feed the off-duty turtles apples right off of the tree. The bread we made was a very good seller... we couldn't keep it in stock. The "secret ingredient" was sea salt, and apparently it made all the difference in the world. Apparently the Amish thought we were especially good, and wanted to trade all sorts of quilts and furniture for our wares, too. I don't recall if we used Amish milk in the production. We did have juice there too.. but I don't know if it was made on site or brought in. (I figure a cider mill would work with the waterwheel, and apple tree but I don't recall in the dream.)Of course, I had to do a search for turtle bread, and found this bread machine recipe... sounds pretty darn good, actually. It's been a little while since I've made my own bread. I may try it later on down the line, but it sounds pretty hefty... a slice of bread that has more calories than a can of soda! I've not used sucanat in cooking before... I imagine splenda might be an alternative? This calls for more research, later.
Turtle Bread
1 1/3 cups water
13 vegan caramels, unwrapped
3 1/2 cups flour
3 tablespoons dry, powdered soy or rice milk
2 tablespoons sucanat
1 teaspoon salt
1 3/4 teaspoons bread machine yeast
1/3 cup vegan chocolate chips
2/3 cup coarsely chopped pecansPlace all ingredients except the chocolate chips and pecans into the bread machine pan in the order recommended by the manufacturer. Select the sweet or basic/white cycle. Use medium or light crust color. Do not use the delay cycle. Add the chocolate chips and pecans at the beep signal or 5 minutes before the last kneading cycle ends. Cool on a wire rack. Makes a two pound loaf (16 slices).
Per slice: 195 calories 5 grams fat
From the grab bag -
a treasury of macramé owls My brother and I both got macramé owls as kids from Sally Brunot. We were quite young, and thought that they were cool as all get out. Come to think of it, Over at Sally and Bill's House, I encountered my first copy of playboy. My Brother's owl looked a bit like the leftmost one on page five, and mine looked like the leftmost one on page seven.
Speaking of pretend animals... these *non-taxidermy* mock-animals are awesome. (the other stuff on the site is also quite good)
New Kitty Cartoon... Outtatheway - The vines That Tabby needs an orthodontist. Featuring a little Newtie mosh-action.
Italics are some of the ones I really likeScotto is truly one of our greatest sopranos
Scotto is the moderator of the gravity
Scotto is likely to wear something like an alligator
Scotto is currently beginning a study of female Russian pop and rock singers who are popular among Russian teenage girls
Scotto is stressed
Scotto is one of the most interesting artists of the Neapolitan new wave
Scotto is guest researcher at the berghof centre
Scotto is the last of the mad
Scotto is an assistant professor of theory at the Eastman school of music
Scotto is making great good sense
Scotto is one of the counselors that is a part of Lagrange College’s counseling center
Scotto is Christopher Columbus
Scotto is a trustee
Scotto is "justifiably famous"
Scotto is a pet peeve of mine
Scotto is a cal poly alumnus
Scotto is often the target of raised eyebrows
Scotto is owned and operated by the Scotto family
Scotto is an industry veteran with over twenty years of experience in software development and data storage management
Scotto is famous
Scotto is increasingly active
Scotto is first and foremost a man of the theatre
Scotto is more sensitive as desdemona than ricciarelli
Scotto is the list moderator
Scotto is feeling
Scotto is a local business owner and has been a volunteer field coordinator for the Torrance unified school district since 1983
Scotto is a remarkable artist
Scotto is a wonderful liu
Scotto is amazingly strong
Scotto is an inspired butterfly
Scotto is moving her noncredit class in striptease to a Northampton studio
Scotto is reported to be considering a run for staten
Scotto is at 79 Madison Avenue near 28th street
Scotto is deceptively beautiful
Scotto is losing control
Scotto is a fine heroine in this work
Scotto is breathtaking
Scotto is on both the maazel version and the lp reissue of the barbirolli/emi set
Scotto is a floppy
Scotto is enrolled in the naeric incentive program
Scotto is worth further exploration
Scotto is the director of cpc behavioral healthcare’s "programs for assertive community treatment"
Scotto is writing that part
Scotto is planning on teaching it again
Scotto is opera i am compelled to respond to the absurdly hostile review from Robert Levine
Scotto is one out of thousands analyst on Wall Street
Scotto is stoically drinking a coke
Scotto is uniquely suited for the job
Scotto is something of a rarity available usually in privately duped copies
Scotto is a leading electric utility analyst and senior managing director of bear
Scotto is convinced that rival big al marracottaa five
Scotto is approximately thirty years old and inexperienced in matters involving OSHA citations
Scotto is looking for more playtesters for his recent games
Scotto is back
Scotto is equally rivetingScotto is gone
The Pain, Oh the Pain! - The one and only Dr. Zachary Smith, veteran actor Jonathan Harris, has passed away, three days shy of his 88th birthday
Jonathan Harris
11/06/1914 - 11/03/2002
Pokey, the Three-Legged Bear is dead, too.
This is so very wrong. Talk Dirty with Mr Rogers.
Today’s been a sleepy, relaxing day. I've spent much of the day in a calm place, and taking it easy... as has my gluttonous protégé, Mr. Newtie McTreatEater. We've been flung all over the house in assorted comfortable poses, and just sort of lollygagging about, reading, napping, burning incense, wrestling with each other in a slackerly fashion and watching the occasional Spongebob cartoon...I'm having trouble figuring out the recorder fingering for the Spongebob theme... I may have to look up the sheet music for it, rather than playing it by ear. A complete slackerboy Saturday... I’ve needed something like this for a little while now. I'm bemused by the idea of the undersea creatures having a snowball fight.
Just popped into my head - I'd like some taco bell right now, and the phrase "wreak terrible vengeance" is a good one, as well as the variant "a terrible justice has been done"
I dig these groovy CD-R's... they look like 45s!
His fuzzy orange hinder is weighing down the futon down... :)
TOPPS Trading Cards including the brilliant Mars Attacks, as well as Batman, Frankenstein, and Ugly Stickers from 1965. From The Norman Saunders Site. "...a reference guide that documents the entire published works of Norman Saunders."
You Got Me Into This. From The West: Old Paintings created to be the Covers of Pulp Fiction Magazines. "...The pulp paintings of the 1930s-40s astound the senses with visions of gun smoke, brawny cowboys and beautiful heroines - frozen in moments of maximum impact, guns exploding or a terrified damsel on horseback."
wondering where my little brother is. hm.
I'm reading a book by C.S. Lewis - Mere Christianity. Superb. I would recommend this book to anyone wanting a good, non-predatory evangelical insight about the faith. The reading can be heady, but well worth some of the thinking required.
As I mentioned earlier, here's me lost in a cave, and some cave-drawings. It's an elephant, but the shaman-guy is wearing elk-antlers.
I wonder lately if I escape being called sir because I've got long hair. If I got a wiffle-cut (no, I'm not planning on it) tomorrow... would suddenly, most strangers call me 'sir'? Right now, most often, I'm referred to without title... "Excuse me" or "May I help you" or "Yes/No"... and I'm sort of glad of that. I've seen folks use the term, and it appears sort of weird.
I do get called mister occasionally, when a little kid wants to ask me something. I like that I'm approachable by kids.
Speaking of which, the almond joys are officially gone. My trick or treating brother assisted in my consumption of mass quantities over the last week.
It’s too late in the night to make a hot supper... I think a bowl of cheerios will do the trick. I just realized... I didn't eat lunch today! Dang... how did that happen? I'm not that hungry, probably because I drank about a gallon and a half of water from the cooler over the course of today. I've only had cereal today... breakfast and supper. Well, that works. I'll have some real food tomorrow though. Just reflecting on not having had any makes me hungrier.
Before I hit the sack, a fun link... bcdb: it's an imdb just for cartoons!
Cool singing horses. Safe for work, but it's got sound.
Coca Cola is releasing a Yoo-Hoo-like substance called Choglit.... possibly the dopiest name for a drink this decade. Looks dangerously similar to a Mr. Pibb or Dr. Pepper can. Careful mixing them up!
Put my votes in all nice and neat-like. I'm actually more enthusiastic about the amendments than the candidates. a lot of negative campaigning has been going on the TV lately, and I'll be happy to see those commercials brought to an end. A pleasant surprise is that I seem to have gotten less political junk mail this year. Maryland has a neato-named Governor candidate (though he won't win, because he's a libertarian, rather than the 'big two') SPEAR LANCASTER. He sounds like a cool private eye, or an angry white savage, raised by a lost tribe of javelin-throwing natives. Spear. That's an odd name... a weapon. I'd heard of Dirk, Lance, Glaive, Pike and Mace.... am I forgetting any? I can't say as I know anyone named Halberd, Flail or Quarrel... I suppose Gun names don't really count, because they're generally named for a person, not the other way around. Smith & Wesson... Is Colt named for a person, or just a horse?
"What's green, has eight legs, and would kill you if it dropped on you from out of a tree?"
"A pool table!"Nyuk nyuk nyuk nyuk!
Newt was fairly vocal this morning...not sure what set him off, but he was willing to carry on a conversation for a little while. "Mer!" "What's that?" "Mer!" "Are you sure?" "Mer!" "The Blue one?" "Mer! Mer!" "Ok... what about the monkeys?".. with that, Newt just cuddled back with in bed... I may never know the answer to the Monkey question. I've worn him out this morning. He's now purring peacefully atop monitor two as I type this... he's more fond of the screens, as they're warmer than the futon, and he can play with me more easily when in front of me, rather than behind.
I should pick up a new web cam. This one’s output is pretty dang fuzzy.I'm still not terribly hungry, even after yesterday's semi-fast. I wouldn't mind some waffles, though...maybe I'll treat myself to something tasty at lunch. I'm not sure who'd deliver waffles, but IHOP would be nice about now. I could really go for one of my sweetie's apples in the bowl on her desk, too.
Saturday, November 02, 2002
oh! belly-dancer fig, before modification...
hmm... coin bra? colors? so much to decide!
have to get rid of the sai, though... maybe a sword or a sash? so many decisions...
Ok.. I like Charlton Heston well enough, but the photo of him there is scary and hilarious at the same time... In fact, I like it so much, I'm going to grab it, put it on my server, so when I look back in a year or three, I can tune in and laugh and shiver at the same time again.
Brother and I went to call my grandmother and wish her a happy 80th birthday, and she was out and about! Ah well, if at first you don't succeed...[update, 8:15 - got through... she sounds quite well, though Ted seemed a little scattered... he's a swell guy.. I hope he mends quickly.)
There’s a three-day week, and then a four-day weekend coming up. I'm glad of that... I'll enjoy the breather. I will swing by on Friday, to get my pay paperwork, but I'll be gone again before anyone can lasso me into any work. October seems to have just blipped on by.
I have an urge for potato skins, or something with pimento cheese... but will more likely have some sort of noodles for dindin, as I have the latter on premises.
The crisp, colorful prose of Susan Orlean, from The Orchid Thief, which I strongly recommend: The state of Florida does incite people. It gives them big ideas. They don't exactly drift there: They come on purpose--maybe to start a new life, because Florida seems like a fresh start, or to reward themselves for having had a hardworking life, because Florida seems plush and bountiful, or because they have some new notions and plans, and Florida seems like the kind of place where you can try anything, the kind of place that for centuries have made entrepreneur's mouths water. It is moldable, reinventable. It has been added to, subtracted from, drained, ditched, paved, dredged, irrigated, cultivated, wrested from the wild, restored to the wild, flooded, patted, set on fire. Things are always being taken out of Florida or smuggled in. The flow in and out is so constant that what exactly the state consists of is different from day to day. It is a collision of things you would expect to find together in one place--condominiums and panthers and raw woods and hypermarkets and Monkey Jungles and strip malls and superhighways and groves of carnivorous plants and theme parks and royal palms and hibiscus trees and those hot swamps with acres and acres that no one has ever even seen--al toasting together under the same sunny vault of Florida sky. Even the orchids of Florida are here in extremes. The woods are filled with more native species of orchids than anywhere else in the country, but also there are scores of man-made jungles, the hothouses of Florida, full of astonishing flowers and that have been created in labs, grown in test tubes, and artificially multiplies to infinity. Sometimes I think I've figured out some order of the universe, but then I find myself in Florida, swamped by incongruity and paradox, and I have to start all over again.A chunky, satisfying paragraph that reinforces my desire to write.
What candy should I get for Halloween? I suspect that I won't get many TorT folks again... The trick is to get a kind of candy that I can bring in to work, so I don' t eat it all. If left to my own devices, I suspect almond joy will be the way I go. Yum.
speaking of Joy... Jacques Henri Lartigue: Imprints of Joy. at the Edwynn Houk Gallery. "...Lartigue (French, 1894-1986) took his first photograph in 1900, at the age of six. At seven, he acquired his first camera as a birthday gift. The young Jacques-Henri reveled in photography's magic power to preserve everyday moments of joy so that they could be infinitely revived. He photographed obsessively, carefully keeping his pictures in diaries, alongside anecdotes and sketches, all meant, as he put it, to 'trap' the very 'scent of happiness'."
More entries into the moonpie contest
I am Zarkon, a humble time-traveler. My Memory of Moon Pies takes place four hundred years in your future, from which I have just arrived. It is necessary for this entry to win the contest in order for my world to continue it’s idyllic existence.
War, poverty, hunger, disease and crime have been eliminated, thanks to your miraculous confection. Know that as the centuries roll by, all will be revealed.
It’s not a coincidence that UFOs are shaped like moon pies… To say more would jeopardize my mission. As we say in my time, pax via empanada de luna.
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smile. flower. young love. blush. laughter. running home. hayride. fumbling kiss. bare feet. dreaming. breeze. raindrops. crickets. climbing trees. pajamas. sunsets. holding hands. moon pies. my true love.
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My name is Rufus, and I am a loup-garou, or as you would say... a werewolf. Your moon pies make me happy, rather than the real moon, whose harsh silver light transforms me into a slavering hairy creature of the evening. Before I chain myself to the cement pillar in my basement in order to fend off my cravings for more active prey, I stock up on your delicious moon-pies. Even a crazed animal can appreciate the marshmallowy goodness and quality workmanship that can be seen in every cellophane-wrapped morsel.
Goodnight, dear journal!
Woke up early early this morning, despite hitting the sack late... dreams are forgotten with my eyes fully opening. I was back home from my constitutional and out of the shower by 9. I wonder how beat I'll be come the end of today?My sweetheart is well in the forefront of my mind this morning… Pleasant, loving thoughts.
got this floating all over the net... www.babynamer.com. Type your name in the right-hand side box, and then when the next page comes up, click 'drawbacks'.
There are *no* drawbacks for Newton, though it does mention Newt as a Nickname. No Drawbacks on Prescott, but there were Drawbacks on Scott -
Scotty Potty
Scooter (I think that this one is fairly innocuous, too)
Scottie Tissues
Snot
Squirt
Scott Pot (Never seen)
Scott Tot (Dan's Used That one)
Scotty Snotty
Slot
Scottie the Hottie (My Sweetheart's used a variant... Not a drawback, in my opinion)
Squawty Scotty
Gotta go to the Potty Scotty
Scooter Pie
Scott Twat (That's a new one!)Associations:
''Scotty'' is a slang term for crack cocaine.
''Beam me up, Scotty,'' a catchphrase from Star Trek, refers to transporting someone as a stream of matter.
Trillian’s been pesky the last couple of times I've tried yahooing, so I'm going back to the original on this system.
Got to spend some giggle time talking to my sweetie this morning, before work...she makes me smile, but our time was too short. Drat my having to go in! I still have an image in my head of BB with bright red boots on. I really enjoy it when we synch up. It's my feeling that the autumn surge of creativity and wisdom will continue... My thoughts are of us together, and it makes me smile.
After I finish the belly dancer, I think the boys'll be next. I need to trade for the pictured figure, and I think I can make a Newtie and a Blackie. Either that, or find some panther toys and paint them up, and put on a stand instead. I rather like the latter, for the serene look that they have.
I'm back in my mole-hole now, with lights down low and sandalwood burning off to the side.
I've got some positive thoughts, focusing on them. I'm happy that I have some good touchstones. I remember sharing a secret memory with my sweetheart on Halloween night last year... something only she and I know. She's a bright beacon that warms my heart.
My bro has gathered information today about getting extra medical aid... he's going to gather multiple copies, so I can go over it and compare to my insurance... between the two, we'll get things straightened out.
Work seems to be slowly, *slowly* gathering some semblance of structure again. I feel the kinks there unwinding, but it's still a little tense.
I'm pondering what to carve into a pumpkin if I get one this year.
10/29
Taken between 8:00 - 8:40 tonight.
I like how the light turned out by the escape door in the roof. The "next stop" light illuminated the area well enough
That corner stoplight is always kind to me. I wave to it in the morning, and it's always green to let me through. I get a good feeling about it, like friendly car accident victims or something haunts it. I told it this morning that I was going to photograph it, and it felt like it was cool with the intersection. The set of lights beyond the corner is Federal Highway / US1, a far less friendly road/ light set.
Newt was ready and waiting for me when I got home... I really enjoy his big ol' pupils and pink little nose.Work today was fairly tedious, with the exception of discovering some new aspects to CSS, and reworking the laser department programs to work with the revised network and software.
looking through the checks available to me... reflections, harmony, tie dye, bugs (bugs may be a little girly, but I like the dragonflies a lot), and the cheapies, but calm pocketpack.. Right now I'm leaning a little towards harmony.
Thinkin' of mah baby in a dirndl. Hubba hubba.
I remember a horrid jacket that I got in a thrift store, ages ago... white with very wide salmon pink lapels. I wonder where it is now? Landfill? Some other weirdo teen? I would imagine that it had magical powers for being so hideous... like being able to telekinetically manipulate the hair of any haired being within my line of sight.
I remember when I was younger...it was three in the morning on the coldest night of the year...I'd just about finished building a device to keep a squad of fascistic ghosts from manifesting themselves in the land of the living...I realized that I needed a belt buckle to complete the machine, but not just any belt buckle would do... the pewter death's head which held up the slacks of Moira, Prime Minister of Baboons. She didn't part with it as willingly as I'd hoped... but that's a story for another time. Suffice to say that I'm still around to tell the tale.
Trick or treat!
The newest Microsoft Advert thingum is scary. Mothman meets MSN. I think he wants to extend a huge proboscis and suck out my brain fluid. If I saw him coming, I don't know what my first reflex would be... possibly fight or flight. It’s not better with the butterfly! I think it'd have worked better if they'd made it a buxom female "fairy-butterfly" thingie. Sex appeal, and not so intimidating.
Marshall McLuhan: "A point of view can be a dangerous luxury when substituted for insight and understanding.... I wonder how many people that are voting even know what all the issues are about. I'll refrain from all the Florida voter jokes that might be out there. This is mostly for my own memories a few years down the line…
How I'd like to see the polls go this Monday - just blah blah politics, very south centric-centric: See also the sample ballot for more detailed info No on Amendment 1; reject death penalty change - an unwise and unnecessary amendment placing the death penalty in the state Constitution in a harmful way. The amendment is bad public policy, takes away Floridians' civil rights, undermines the Florida Supreme Court and is a bunch of hooey, to boot.
Yes on Amendment 2; require cost impact notice on constitutional amendments -protect the state and their wallets and bank accounts from irresponsible high-cost amendments that don't have a price tag attached.
No on Amendment 3, for 'home rule' - a harmful change that lawmakers have already wisely rejected.
Yes on Amendment No. 4: make it harder for state lawmakers to impose clouds of secrecy to block out "Government in the Sunshine," which requires government records and meetings to be open to the public.
What was amendment 5? Is it gone? It’s not in my book or on any of my research sites. It's not even on the sample ballot.
No on smoke-free Amendment 6; it goes too far... I'm all for no smoking rules, but I think smoking and non-smoking sections work ok in food establishments and hotels.... got to keep the tourists happy.
No on Amendment No. 7's tax ‘free riders’ Proposed state Amendment No. 7 is an unwelcome and unjustified example of lawmakers asking voters to sew yet another jagged patch onto Florida's crazy-quilt tax system.
Yes on Amendment 8 - Universal Pre-K schooling - I'm all for helping to make children smarter, happier, and more able to think.
Yes on Amendment 9 - smaller classrooms - From pre-kindergarten through third-grade, no more than 18 students could sit in one room. In grades four through eight, 22 students would be allowed. High school classes would be limited to 25 students. see above.
Yes on amendment 10 - would make it a crime, punishable by a year in jail and/or $5,000 for a farmer to confine an expectant sow in a gestation cage, typically a 2-foot-by-7-foot metal crate. An animal cruelty start.
No to Amendment 11 on statewide university board ... Florida's system would only get *more* screwed up.
Charter Questions
- yes on creation of a citizens' bill of rights
- no on revaluing chair & vice chair to mayor and vice mayor
- no on county auditor
- yes on coordination of inter-county fire departments
- no on revision authority
- yes on protection of "whistleblowers"
- yes on requirements of posting notice and a public hearing prior to county's consideration and adoption of new amendments
- yes on adopting a non-interference ordinance
- no on general hullabaloo
- yes on clarification of the charter review commissions powers and abilities
- yes on updating technical changes since 1974
- no on revised rule on initiative and referendum elections
- yes on number of signature minimum
When you picture government forces going after militia groups, do you picture 7-year-old kids? There are more than 300,000 children soldiers serving around the world. I think that it's interesting that they don't mention Israel in the study. (That's who I think of, when I picture military children.. start military training at about 12, and go into the army at 17)
This treasure map is a clue...drawn on my palmtop.
It remains to be seen how much help it'll be.
Evil Clown generator is pretty nifty.
I've got tomorrow off... duties will include swinging by the bank, and finishing the new accounts there. Must remember to bring some candy corn to give to all employees in costume. Bring the bike to the shop, and have the rear tire looked at.
I read something about being a spectrum apart. Somehow, I read that as "speculum apart". Where's my brain, tonight?
Version 6 of PalmOS will be built on BeOS and include .NET support. Wow. That's as big a changeover as Windows to WinNT or MacOS to OS X. Wow.
Back from the bank, and many tellers got candy corn.... saw my brother doing deliveries this morning, and he hooked me up with a few yummy cookies and sody-pop. Morning Sugar-Rush!Big Gay Al's gift shop had their cow dudded out as a witch. I was surprised that Al himself wasn't dressed up.
I made it back at just about noon... I'm wondering when or if the little knock-knocks will begin tonight.
stopped at the corner of Federal and Broward... the building is coming up quickly. I preferred to photograph the cranes over the building... the top of the building is about four stories right now.I also saw a Vactor Hydroevacuator on the site, but it rounded a corner before I could photograph it. A very nifty truck...it looks like some sort of wacky mad max vehicle. Lots of pipes and compressors...probably quite capable to burst through concrete walls with A-team-like acumen and gusto.
I wonder how my sweet little Victorian undead beloved is doing today? I imagine that I'll catch her here or there sometime soon.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
Enjoy lots of candy, ghosts and goblins!
To celebrate, a picture I just took of Newt.
He's strategically placed so I can bury my face in his tummy, and give him kitty-smoochies.
note to self... put the Newtie-treats back in the cupboard after giving him his goodies.This morning, I heard him playing with the little container for them, but I thought he was just rolling the tube along the floor... nope. he was smacking it around to get the tasty goodness inside. while laying in bed I heard a pop-rustle of a half-full bucket of treats opening up. I got to them, but not until after the little orange thug had scarfed down as many as he could wrap his mouth around.... I guess *somebody* had a trick or treat snack bonanza a day late.
Naughty little monkey.
Today’s been a sleepy, relaxing day. I've spent much of the day in a calm place, and taking it easy... as has my gluttonous protégé, Mr. Newtie McTreatEater. We've been flung all over the house in assorted comfortable poses, and just sort of lollygagging about, reading, napping, burning incense, wrestling with each other in a slackerly fashion and watching the occasional Spongebob cartoon...I'm having trouble figuring out the recorder fingering for the Spongebob theme... I may have to look up the sheet music for it, rather than playing it by ear. A complete slackerboy Saturday... I’ve needed something like this for a little while now. I'm bemused by the idea of the undersea creatures having a snowball fight.
Just popped into my head - I'd like some taco bell right now, and the phrase "wreak terrible vengeance" is a good one, as well as the variant "a terrible justice has been done"
I dig these groovy CD-R's... they look like 45s!
Saturday, October 26, 2002
There's so much comedy on television. Does that cause comedy in the streets?
All my chores are done, except for laundry and groceries. I'll take care of those tomorrow morning.
I'd like to run off with my sweetheart into the woods, and just camp and enjoy nature and each other for a while. We've both been working a lot lately. I’d also like to have easy roof access to my apartment... it'd be nice to relax up there. According to their government, the Australians are being overrun with feral camels. Take their camel, please! All of it!
Very nifty archive of WPA posters. The library of Congress online. Very keen. Sew for victory!
A yearly family development from 1977 to 2002. This is fantastic! I don't know these people personally, but just seeing where time has taken them facially is remarkable. I'd like to do a similar yearly thing.
Chicken Dance Elmo. If there were some parents that I hated, I'd get this toy for their child... and get the kid rechargeable batteries. Now for cool toys…I saw this sea-monkey explor-a-sub at the mall a while back with Sappho and Riker after the Cyndi Lauper concert...I'm very impressed with it.
I had coffee and fresh from the oven cookies last night... along with playing army men at 2am with a buddy just about what I thought being a grown-up would be like as a kid. I forgot to mention Dave and Cathi's costumes... they're going as mushrooms (or people with *giant* pith-helmets on their heads, painted as mushrooms.) very nifty. Mayah is going to be a fairy-baby. I liked the spider-costume idea more, but the fairy goes well with the shrooms.
Random Breakfast cereal factoid: Cap'n Crunch's first name is Horatio.
rolled out of bed, brushed my teeth, re-charged my headMmMm. Just saw my sweetie off... having her touch my day like that, however briefly, makes all the difference... my day has brightened considerably.
I worked late last night, and then went to the Bohl's to play a game of mage knight. I think the game *started* at about midnight. We played a 2000-point game.... the levitating ram army worked well against his hill giant & co but I didn't put my tank to very good use. I'll know better strategy for next time. I won, but only by a hair. 1110 vs. his 1026 (I think I'd have won by a greater margin if we only went to tourney time limit.)
This morning, I rode Newtie ragged. It was some good quality time with him, because I saw him very little last night, short of hitting the sack and a short series of head butts. I made up for it this morn by running him all over the house...letting him ride in the grocery-bag chariot, and helping him to hunt assorted toys. He's officially tuckered out now.
Rolie Polie Olie was on the tube all the while, so there had to be a slight variation for Newt's sake.
Wayyyy up high in the rootin' tootin' sky... is a little round planet of a really swell guy...
He’s rootin' tootin' Newton
Smart and soft and round....
And in the world of fur and stripes
He’s the swellest cat around!He's Rootin! (Rootin')
He's Tootin'! (Tootin')
Hooray!And as far as fur and stripes, he's the swellest cat around!
Now, while he's all knocked out, I think it's a good time to gather my laundry, and get some chores done.
The Rattlesnake Echo - From American Myths and Legends by Charles M. Skinner, 1903 In Bear's Gulch, in the Black Hills of South Dakota, lived Turtle Dove with her little girl, Ohoteu, and her baby boy, Sage Cock. She would leave the children together, sure that they would keep out of mischief, while she went off to gather berries, nuts, and seeds.
These absences were noted by a woman who lived on a mountain, alone, and had become a witch, out of spite because nobody had ever made an offer of marriage to her. Seeing that Sage Cock was a bright, stout youngster, she resolved to make him her husband; so, during one of the daily visits of the mother to a distant berry-patch, she ran off with him, and took him to her home.
She was "no chicken," as to years, and had she waited till the little shaver had grown to manhood she would have been yet more hopelessly an old maid than she was then. But she did not wait. She had supernatural power. She worked over Sage Cock all night, mauling and stretching, and finally pulled his arms and legs to adult size. She fed him on buffalo-meat and fish, and in a few days he was as large and strong as any warrior in the hills.
Alas for her hopes! Sage Cock was a man in stature, it was true, but he remained an infant in understanding. His mind did not grow any faster than the minds of other babes. In order to hurry his education in hunting, that he might at least seem to be a man the earlier, the witch had to take him abroad, though she knew that his mother would be on the watch.
So it was. Turtle Dove had the help of her brother, Eagle, in the search, and they traveled for days together, climbing the trees for better views now and again.
Once Sage Cock cried to the witch, "I hear my mother!" and indeed the voice of Turtle Dove was heard, calling across the hills. The witch pretended that it was some stranger, imitating his mother's voice that she might find and eat him. "Crawl into this skin," she urged, "and you will be safe." It was a skin that had been stripped from a huge mountain-sheep, after he had shot it, and was big enough to cover them both. The seekers came closer, calling, for they had seen the two at a distance, and knew that they must be near.
Search revealing nothing, the mother and Eagle tried strategy. They hung a dead rabbit in a tree, stripped the trunk to a height of ten or a dozen feet, hid in a thicket, and waited.
As they expected, the witch put out her nose, after a time, for a breath of air, and sniffed the carrion. Her appetite, already large, was sharpened, and in a little time she stole out and tried to climb the tree; but the smoothness of the trunk and the age in the limbs of the old woman made this nearly impossible.
Being desperately busy in trying to reach the rabbit, she did not see Turtle Dove and Eagle run to the sheepskin, pull out the smooth-faced lummox who lay under it sucking his thumb, and carry him off. So soon as they had put him back in the hollow where the witch had found him, he shrank into the same baby that he was before, and bawled for milk. The rescuers put the youngster into his sister's arms and went back to kill the witch.
Suspecting that they would attempt revenge, she crept into the cast-off skin of her grandfather, the rattlesnake. And lying on a ledge among other serpents where there was little likelihood that any one would attempt to disturb her, she mocked the call of her pursuers, and, feeling more safe and more at home in the company of reptiles than in that of human kind, she has lived in the same place ever since. She takes a pleasure in mocking people, and white men call her cry an echo.
Since white men came into the country the Indians say that the rattlesnake has been talking in lower and lower tones, and may in time become altogether silent.
10/25
On waking up this morning, I'm feeling better. I wish it were Saturday, so I could run around and play all day, rather than go to work. Well... next Friday I can do that.Dreamt about my sweetheart and I trick or treating. We brought the kitties with us and they had treat bags of their own, because someone said we were too big to get candy. She was dressed as a leopard and I was wearing a lion-tamer outfit. I wonder why I wasn't dressed as a lion? Maybe it was too hot. A pith helmet, whip, and a chair.. not the Las Vegas Magician style.
Hmmm... reviewing ebay costs, the mind sifter like the one I want to get rid of is going for between $10-$20. I'll hang on to it and try to sell it at the convention in November. I'd like to swap it for some other fun figures that I'd be more likely to use. (or even a painted version of him, and a friendly trade bait figure)
Random Scotto factoid - I really like the Dick van Dyke show. They make a great married couple, and can make me laugh without any shock-innuendo.
The Klan gets stylish, and oh, my gosh... Talk Dirty to Me - Things overheard at the STD clinic I'd like to see the whole list.
Speaking of the Klan...Google self-censors? I forget about other countries not having freedom of speech.
Note(s) to self:
- Talk about Charlie, the jerky white-supremacist cab driver sometime soon.
10/24Weirdo dreams last night... I dreamt that I was a professional shopper.. one of those guys that goes to stores, buys something, and then appraises the salespeople. I was pretty nice overall, but got mad when a lady figured out who I was, and tried to bribe me with free hats.
Hmm.. I was hasty on judging the Newtcam dead... it looks ok this morn... I guess it's just spotty. (I'm still getting a new one, soon.)
Egads! There's a Cap'n Crunch and (even better) Jean La Foote action figure! I wonder if Jean'll be at the toy fair this thanksgiving.
Regarding the picture... It's my sweetheart and me working on the steam-powered battle tank... Let's see the zombies get through this! Undead meanies... if there are any mummies, they'll be dry enough to use for fuel!
The BBC has won a court case against the Metropolitan Police over the trademark of the TARDIS...er, police box.
What Office Space character are you?
brought to you by QuizillaA slight variant on the mechanics piccie, just to compare server speeds. I think Netscape (this one) is much slower.
ew... who makes a chocolate frosted apple-filled doughnut? I just ate it for breakfast...my bro brought me the doughnut last night... he went on a goodie run, and dropped it off late. Another perq of having him next door, to be sure! :)
I thought it'd be Bavarian cream or something. It's an unusual combination of flavors. not bad, just unexpected. it was a glazed, filled doughnut, with chocolate icing on top... you figure... custard or cream, right?
Wrong-o... Apple-cinnamon.
Nice sugar rush to follow, though, I'm sure. :)
Ok... off to work, Mr. Scotto, chocolate/apple gizzard guy.
I'm glad that it seems that the snipers in Maryland have been caught... I hope that's the end of that horrible stress. One less thing for folks to worry about. That's a layer of the onionskin I can peel off. I hope that decompression continues... I feel a couple of weights remaining to be lifted.
I really like the Salem police department's shoulder patch. That's the real logo.
Random Scotto factoid - I associate scarecrows with ghosts, but I don't think of them as frightening. I feel that it's the arms outstretched perpendicular, strikes me more like a waiting and friendly embrace rather than something that's been crucified. Perhaps the ghost vibe comes from the old clothes involved in the production I think. The last costume I wore was a scarecrow, going to see Lenny Kravitz with Nicole and Heather... (They were The Wicked Witch and Dorothy, by the way... Both looked outstanding. I still have the floppy hat that I wore, somewhere.) I got some nice compliments when I went out with those two..."Way to go! Lucky Man!" People tended to assume I was dating one or both of them. They were funny... they'd make up stories about me, and then start to believe them… because of something I might have said offhand. I'd feed their imagination by never confirming or denying anything, instead, just leaving open-ended questions with replies that instead raised more queries.
Sweet dreams, dear journal. Or in the words of my pet skeleton...
and when I say good night
the pictures in my head
will dance around the room
and frolic in my bed
and when I say good day
they hide behind my eyes
waiting for the dreaming
to bring them back to life
10/23Paper airplane simulator is fun for a few tosses. My best distance is 102.3682 feet
Didn't go for the morning cycle today... just wasn't i