scottobear | 8348 - Midweek! Humpty hump (Reply)

I'm known as Scott von Berg (or searchble by the nickname of scottobear) on 6 degrees if you want to link to me.

I sent a few emails out, but got lazy.

Some old doodles on the palm, recently synched -

doing an inventory of moods after a particularly bad moment. done about 2 weeks ago

Tired, blank. done earlier this week.

Surprising, because usually my doodles are happy-ish.

Well, with the exception of -

When I was little, I wished I could accurately throw a quarter hard enough to explode cinder block. Come to think of it, I wouldn't mind having that ability now. Why did I want to explode cinder block? I don't remember.

Pictures on the camera, one in the waiting room tweaked a bit.

Waiting room. I got tired of waiting, but not enough to spin in a circle, moaning. I thought this would spice it up a little.

Yesterday's Dawn. Looks better large. no cleanup needed.

Newtie Rubbies

Wrestling on the porch

lappie crashed when the maid came over. just as well that newt was able to help me recover.

Reconfigured the CPAP, and last night's sleep made a *world* of difference. Super-good double-plus nicey-nice sleep, and I didn't need as much of it, because it's of a higher quality.

Moment of Hoff & Lyric - The Hoff mp3

(or if you prefer, Willie Nelson, or John Denver, Jancis Harvey.. or my personal fave, Arlo Guthrie.) all via

Riding on the City of New Orleans,
Illinois Central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields.
Passin' trains that have no names,
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.

Good morning America how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your native son,
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

Dealin' card games with the old men in the club car.
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score.
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor.
And the sons of pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel.
Mothers with their babes asleep,
Are rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.

Good morning America how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your native son,
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

Nighttime on The City of New Orleans,
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee.
Half way home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea.
And all the towns and people seem
To fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still ain't heard the news.
The conductor sings his song again,
The passengers will please refrain
This train's got the disappearing railroad blues.

Good night, America, how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your native son,
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

It's pretty amazing what a guy can do with just sand and an overhead projector. The art itself is keen, but the transitions are pretty inspired, too.

1 year ago - story stuck, food cravings, national ID, locla lj leads to illegal sex, anti-abortion extremist Neal Horsley admitted to engaging in homosexual and bestiality sex.

2 years ago - net out, bro bonds out, walkabout pics, sci-fi cliches, gabbed with sedef, bee vs wasp massacre.

3 years ago - Nature vs Pringles, Dan delivers Groceries, menstrualhut breaks 1000 users (now a bit more than twice that), Bush's Military Record

4 years ago - J-bee points me at CBS Mystery theater, Sat tracking, Newtie yawn icon source, Friday five

5 years ago - swollen uvula (side effect of no cpap, snoring beat me up), dumbass Astley late with his bargain basement hardware