7861 - Multiple opportunities to help.

[scottobear]

Want to help the Hulk help a kitty cat that got hurt?

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Many thanks to jennylee, brokensoul, and oblivionawaits for transcribing my phone posts during the hurricane.

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My last surviving grandparent (my mom's mom) turned 83 today. My mother turns 58 on 11/1.

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Want to help Scotto to help hurricane victims?

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I still have partial power to my apartment... plugging into the kitchen will allow lappie to get on the internet.Still no A/C, but Wilt is coming by after I get back from the BSO tomorrow to evaluate the problem. Oddly, my power comes on in the rest of my apartment if I switch on the A/C. (Note, the A/C doesn't run... and big brain's monitors seem to suck too much juice to power up.) If I switch off the non-running A/C, off goes the power everywhere but the kitchen.

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Until full power and decent rewind time comes, I'm going to hold off on posting the 5,4,3,2,1 years ago thing and tagging back-entries.

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The gang at the BSO is pretty cool, really welcoming, helpful above and beyond the call of duty. Plus, the tech-crew isn't as "Cop-like", more like a typical computer-squad.. personalities that I can get along with nicely.

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Moment of Lyric: (youtube movie)

Don't you know boys life can be rough
but I say whoa boys I play tough
holes in my pockets holes in my shoes
I ain't cryin' no revenue blues
not headed no particular place
just feels good to feel the wind on my face

I eat my dinner from an old tin can
drink out the liver of most any man
ain't no hope or soul to be saved
bury my body in an old confederate grave

there's no one that I can trust
I lay my devotion down in the dust
I'm not blind and I don't bluff
guns and chains honey, that's not enough
when I walk there's never a sound
but you're gonna know when I come around.

I eat my dinner from an old tin can
drink out the liver of most any man
ain't no hope or soul to be saved
bury my body in an old confederate grave

Its my goal just to survive
I left my soul way down at the end of the light
I came to a door and I stepped through
you can't see me now I'm waving at you
and when you smile I see the yankee boy's face
who took my life at this very same place.

I eat my dinner from an old tin can
drink out the liver of most any man
ain't no hope or soul to be saved
bury my body in an old confederate grave

I eat my dinner from an old tin can
drink out the liver of most any man
hide my possessions in an cold dark cave
I sit deep in an old confederate grave