word o' de day. Always sounded Hawaiian to me.

hoi polloi \hoi-puh-LOI\, noun:
The common people generally; the masses.

Hoi polloi is Greek for "the many."

Usage: Some argue that the definite article ("the") should not be used in front of "hoi polloi," as hoi means "the" in Greek. However, "the hoi polloi" has been used since the earliest recorded instances of the term in English, and it is considered correct by most authorities.

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Back from walkies, showered, clean and dressed. :)

Wow... nothing like a hot, scalding shower to scrape all the yuck off. (my arms are still steaming.) Lots of folks out this morning... sort of surprised me. I may've gotten a little sun, my nose feels a bit red, too...I hope I didn't burn.

I really want to get a digicam to take pictures of things I see as I walk, so I can post them hee, and keep them in a scrapbook.... They old saw about a picture being worth a thousand words is a cliche, but certainly true...

instead, here's an arial photo of where I walk, my house in the center. (the brown roof, two north of the orange blobby one. :) ) I walked the canal to the ocean, and back again. Lots of boats out, folks out on joyrides.. very surprising to me for a wednesday.. I'd love to go out for a little cruise, but work summons.

I saw shrek last sunday, and it was fun... had some parts where it felt hollow, though, but just as many cute bits to balance it out. I quite liked that "don't judge" message wasn't pushed down your throat, but was there nonetheless.

memory - unedited stream of thought.

Why can't I remember things from a long time ago without a little mental poke? It seems like some stuff is a lot harder to retrieve than others.

I don't remember much of 2nd grade through 5th. School friends, teachers, church...all foggy, faces that don't come together. I have vague memories, but I remember army time in first grade much more vividly, and junior high on. Much of elementary school is a big blur. I sort of recollect telling my teacher in third grade that I had a twin, but he didn't go to school with me because he was in an accident and had to go to a special school instead, with nurses.... But for the life of me, I can't remember what any of my classmates looked like, or a favorite teacher. First grade was amazing. Mr. Adams, the teacher was tall and skinny, with thick, short black hair. He was an Aquarius like I am, and he showed me how to tell if it was raining outside by looking at puddles (through the window) for ripples from the invisible raindrops.

I remember telling my little brother that the yard behind ours was an African Game preserve,(reminded by that from mention of my sweetie's fear of an African statuette as a kid) filled with gazelles, zebras and such... but we couldn't go over there because the lions would eat us... maybe later, when dad would let us have bb guns, we could go. Instead we went out further back to the undeveloped woods and built tree forts... played army and threw pine cone grenades at one another. Those things scratched badly, and made amazing bubbles when hydrogen peroxide was poured over the cuts. (we were lucky not to have gotten each other in the eye...) Fall came, and tiny propeller seeds would fall like helicopters in the wind... dozens... maybe hundreds would come down at once in the woods.. it was amazing. Fireflies would come out at night, but we never really did the "capture them and stuff 'em in a jar" thing. it was just amazing to see lazy Christmas lights floating in your back yard... I would love to have a screened in back porch one day, and have them breed inside a contained space like that... so beautiful. We did capture frogs, and put them in mayonnaise jars with a stick and some leaves... salamanders, too.. but my dad had us let them go after a day or two, because it was cruel to keep them longer than that. (Later, as a sadistic little boy, I would throw frogs into boiling water to hear them scream. I'm glad I outgrew that phase... the memory of that sound still pierces my mental eardrums now.)

Animals I took care of as a boy-

Lilah, a laso-upso moppy dog. Sweet thing, it'd bark at all non-family.

Bear, a German shepherd that was as big as a house, and solid as a tank. super loving, and very smart.

Betty and Archie - A pair of mastiffs... like great Danes with shar-pei faces. stupid, yet lovable, they weren't mine, but a friend of the family's who traveled quite a bit.

Thor, Odin and Loki - gerbils, they were more trouble than fun

Mitzi (later Freya), adopted Ferret from a friend who moved away, and couldn't keep her. My first experience with a hutch animal.

Nutmeg the box turtle. I didn't think it was slow, just tired. (we painted his shell) My last hutch animal.

Many, many white mice from when I was in boy scouts, and going for my merit badge in genetics.

Julius Squeezer, a rainbow boa.

I and O. a blue and a red hermit crab, respectively. (my first pets in my first solo apartment living on my own. I miss them! They were set free on the beach when I moved in with James... I should've kept the HC's, and not hung with him.)

We had to give up on indoor fur-bearing animals, because my little brother was allergic... I didn't mind too much, but I did miss Lilah when she went to live with my aunt and uncle.

Well, time to go to work...it was sort of fun, rambling.

for happypage (besides, I've had this screen cap online for age

The Super Chicken Theme

When you find yourself in danger,
When you're threatened by a stranger,
When it looks like you will take a lickin',

(puk, puk, puk, puk)

There is someone waiting,
Who will hurry up and rescue you,
just Call for Super Chicken!

(puk, ack!)

Fred, if you're afraid you'll have to overlook it,
Besides you knew the job was dangerous when you took it

(puk, ack!)

He will drink his super sauce
And throw the bad guys for a loss
And he will bring them in alive and kickin'

(puk, puk, puk, puk)

There is one thing you should learn
When there is no one else to turn to
Call for Super Chicken!

(puk, puk, puk, puk)

Call for Super Chicken!

(puk, ack!)

Stolen from Ly, who stole it from Nikki, who stole it from Cire, who stole it from....

Let's play a game.

You get to ask me any question
that i must dishonestly answer
and in return i may ask you one.

(ok, I modified the rules a little)

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spielen Sie ein Spiel

Sie erhalten, mir irgendeine Frage zu stellen, die ich antworten muß, indem ich ein schlechtes Programm in Übersetzungslinie benutze, und in der Rückkehr ich Sie um einen bitten kann.

(richtig habe ich die Regeln geändert).

I'm going to make a killing after the apocalypse...

Ostriches (from AZ Ostrich Company, Inc.)

The ostrich, Struthio camelus, is the world's largest living bird. It is in the family classification of ratites, which includes emus, kiwis, and rheas. Ostrich fossils have been found in North Africa, Europe and Asia, but today the bird is indigenous to Africa, where it has been raised commercially for more than 100 years. They are not endangered species.

The ostrich is a flightless bird, but it can run up to speeds of 40 mph. It can sustained this speed up to 30 minutes. The ostrich is the only bird that has two toes on each foot. During the mating season the male develops a red coloring on the beak, around the eyes and on the skin on the leg bones. The blown-up, thickened neck is related to the strange sounds the male produces when courting a hen or challenging another male. Other sounds are produced by both sexes, hissing when enraged, low gurgling sounds when in fear and a short, sharp cry warning of danger.

It has thick black eyelashes that surround it eyes, which are almost two inches in diameter. Its speed and unusually good eyesight help the ostrich escape from its enemies. The ostrich does not hide its head in the sand, but is eating gravel, small pebbles or sand to aid in grinding food for digestion or for curiosity. Domesticated ostriches eat corn, alfalfa and soy bean meal and need to drink lots of water.

Ostriches are polygamous. Domestic breeding of ostriches are either in trios (one male (cock) and two females (hen)) or colonies with a prevalent number of hens. An ostrich reaches its breeding maturity at 2 1/2 to 3 years. An ostrich can breed for about 35 years and can live to be about 70 years old. They can weigh from 250 to 400 pounds and stand 6 to 8 feet tall.

A hen can lay from 10 to 70 eggs each year. Each egg weighs about 3 to 4 pounds and is nearly 6 inches in diameter. It has a thick shell and a dull yellow. One ostrich egg is equivalent to two dozen chicken eggs. The gestation period is 42 days. An infertile egg can be turned into objects of art by painting or engraving. Most birds are slaughtered from 10 to 14 months.

An ostrich will yield 70 to 100 pounds of meat, 2 to 4 pounds of feathers, and 12-15 square feet of leather.