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Hey there, dear journal.

I've come to realize that my writing skills have atrophied terribly. I think some of it is due to being busy, and some due to just lapsing into the lazy convenience of twitter and pictures over content with more substance.

I've taken a few strides toward getting back in the saddle, though there are still quite a few excuses I could make to myself to skip. I'm officially installed at though I will still read my friends list and forward my entries to LJ... I'm too attached to livejournal to turn my back on it.

Pyewacket went to the vet today - he still wasn't doing so well, so BHK drove him to Annapolis, and the doc gave him a tummyful of barium. The vet techs observed him for a bit, and assured BHK that he was AOK. MIL went along, so while they waited, a trip to Tuesday Morning was in order. The vet was one that BHK is very comfortable with - was quite sensitive when Kona was having issues back in the day, too. The outcome after three different x-rays, he sounds like he's doing well, but we're going to keep an eye on him.

I want to repair the crazy-brain.

Lots of anxiety and distress have been appearing to affect my system physically lately...  I'm looking for new  ways to process those feelings.  A worst case situation includes elements of stuttering, sweating, stomach distress, being unable to breathe, panic, anger, irrationality, fear, headache, dizziness and joint pain.

I have to remind myself that it's all just a ride. Not only that, but I have a lot of wonderful blessings in my life - my wife, the lads, good friends... not to mention all of the positive, but intangibles. BHK was thinking it might be a form of ADD - I'm skeptical, but will keep an open mind - if only to seek the best possible remedy to the frequent unpleasantness.

Now playing: The Beach Boys - I Just Wasn't Made For These Times

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Originally published at The Scotto Grotto. You can comment here or there.

scottobear: (Monday!)
Went to Verizon to get new phones, but that just didn't happen. Too much "used car salesmanship" at that dealer- maybe we'll go to another location. I'm due a phone upgrade. BHK, Chris and I have different approaches to the hard sell - I just don't want to deal with them. Give me a soft soap, and no moroccan banter... just a bottom line, thanks.

Job Search is going pretty well this week already - Got a call for an interview on Friday.We'll see how it goes!

Caught up my LJ - a little cheating, but I didn't want to forget those items.

Writing project with Ray, Kat, Pam, Robert and others on a RPG / collaborative fiction idea. I'll be interested in seeing where it goes.

1 year ago - apple and grape harvest pics, key covers, google docs psa

2 years ago - programming, freaky potato baby from the garden, true or not true, helpful coconuts, EST for autism?, mistress of spices

3 years ago - time flies, state plate icons, wedding plans, landscape, x365 project, newsdirectory, quiz thing

4 years ago - katrina good murder alibi, vampires in hurricanes, New Orleans issues, Warriors Urge, monkey squeeze, playmobil hellboy, gaming meme, interests meme, miami 3rd poorest city, condo vitals

5 years ago - Newt Blah-blah, note to M. Night Shyamalan, gmail as a file system, Critical Mass bicycle riders arrested, Hurricane Frances, 3 Musketeers, earache, FL. child-protection agency chief quits

6 years ago - Stubbed toe, bro & Danny, Hurricane Fabian, Newt Rejected as Governor of California, keywords

7 years ago - Lauper, new desk, Hot Wax Zombies On Wheels, mr fixit

8 years ago - mush, coterminous, newt-slob, vomit with dignity, barking, labor day

9 years ago - fun names/words, ufo, grumpy, underdog, africa, work, added by applelard Geotarget
scottobear: (purple scared look)
note to self - story for BHK's birthday (also, get petting zoo)


Jeff the dirty Hippie werewolf given bad LSD by the govt to create perfect warrior. Werewolf in a rocket.
Made a little run to Rita's, the library and the gas station as a midday break. I have an appointment regarding a possible gig tomorrow - I'm looking forward to going there and checking it out.

Playing with stitching pics again for a moment - I'm easily amused.

Stitched pic of Annapolis - from Saturday

Pano - 3601199125_1fb19bdab9_o - 2697x1154 - SLIN - Blended Layer

Duncan meld-pic - from Sunday

Pano - Picture 019 - 4489x4787 - SLIN - Blended Layer

1 year ago - sicker, bhk thoughts, ac broken!

2 years ago - grown up survey, aardvark trip for games

3 years ago - lj people vs people in real life, Maya / Ole' Ole' weak food-wise but nice conversation-wise, the fixx mp3, voice post, very silly comments

4 years ago - 100 icons (now 143), mp call, scotto-pic, the bear, erasure, swf nav-bar, now and last quiz

5 years ago - Mxyzptlk, Hosting, Newt Pics, why a bear, Ebola playset

6 years ago - Newtcam, Monster name, D, Lj top 40, @home, vampire game

7 years ago - no more flash embedded in journals, cleaning house post fumes, June bugs coming, supa-leap Newt, global warming rant

8 years ago - Argus, moon cathedrals, monkey fishing (later shown false), smart tags (where'd those go?), reading comics, dj account

9  years ago -ADD, Webcam obtained, meme, mind tricks, kite flying with April and DannyGeotarget

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[Error: unknown template qotd] Well - keeping it to the mortal realm ("God reading the bible" would surely destroy me - the True Voice being is too pure and too powerful to be heard by sinners, thus, instant death.)

Stepping to mortal flesh, I'd love to see the Sermon on the Mount, even though that wasn't originally delivered (if it was ever actually performed) as Author to Reader. I don't speak or comprehend aramaic, but to just be there at the original would be beyond amazing.

Most of the literary classics were Greek, Latin, French and German. Even Borges nifty stuff is Spanish.

Perhaps it's best to fade to more contemporary and in my native tongue.

I'd likely go for Mark Twain, as long as I could get a beer with him while he pontificated on his choice of writing.

Biblical Side note - The highest of the Archangels (and therefore the highest of the Seraphim), the Metatron acts as the voice of God and occupies the throne next to the Divine Throne of the Almighty.

Derived from the Latin Metator, Metatron can be translated as "guide" or "measurer".

Some claim the Metatron was the prophet that was turned into an angel, taken to heaven, and given 36 pairs of wings. Some believe him to be the angel that led the Hebrews from Egypt. A few theologians call Metatron "Lesser YHWH" which stands for the most sacred and unpronounceable name of God in Hebrew (well, the YHWH part anyway). Metatron is also said to be the tallest of the angels from 13 to 18 feet depending on the source, about 2 to 3 times the height of a normal man. For reference, remember that Goliath is believed to have been about 9 feet tall.

The Metatron was thought to have many names. Yahoel, Yofiel, Surya, and Lad are just a few of his 72 other names. Some believe that he carries the Jews prayers through 900 levels of heaven to God.

It is Metatron's task to sustain mankind (as seen in Kevin Smith's Dogma, he interacts with the humans to prevent their demise). He has been known as the link between the human and the divine. After arriving in heaven he was transformed into a spirit of fire and equipped with 36 pairs of wings. In addition, he has countless eyes with which he sees over all the earth. He resides in the 7th heaven and, when he feels like it, appears as a pillar of fire (as the one in Exodus which handed down the ten commandments to Moses). He is the supreme angel of death. God tells him who is to die, he then tells angels below him to take care of the gruesome task.

Metatron is said to be the highest of all the angels, more so even than Michael or Gabriel. The burning bush, pillars of fire, and any other time a human thought he was talking to God, he was actually talking to Metatron (except those sort who are actually just talking to themselves - who can say?)

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Gentle day yesterday, for the most part. We had a little trouble at the ol' Subway Sammiches joint... the sandwich-maker had a lot of communication issues. Both BHK and I couldn't get across to him or his partner what was wrong with what they made for her. I ended up getting my sandwich, but BHK went home with nothing... made a turkey sandwich here, instead. I think she came out ahead, but so much for her not having to put something together for dinner.

13 reasons why you should not be a freelance writer .

My weaknesses are certainly in the marketing department - but the big one for me is the need for security. I really don't want a gig that doesn't give me a regular check as my main (or only!) source of income.

In the "News I didn't get on time category: William F Buckley died ?

Also, how come I didn't hear about the Hillary fib on St. Patty's until today?

Clinton's tale of landing at Tuzla airport "under sniper fire" and then running for cover is simply not credible. Photographs and video of the arrival ceremony, combined with contemporaneous news reports, tell a very different story. Four Pinocchios. [edit/update - she admits that she "misspoke".]

I found an interesting list of flip flops from both democratic candidates, too - (and, not to be unfair - McCain's flip flops are whoppers, too.)

Thanks for nobody to vote for, team Democracy!

Note to Self - remember some gym clothes for midday work out.

50 things I've done meme- 10 to go! I...

40.'have portrayed Santa Claus many times in my life, not just when overweight, either. It started in 7th grade, Mrs. Glenning's Class - a organization for mothers of twins asked me if I could do the job - in 7th grade, I was already about 5'9 or 5'10. Later, I did it for the children's reading group at the library and bookstore where I worked... finally, I have been Santa for the 'borgs twice. So.. that's 5 times I've helped Kris Kringle out by being a body double. Kids tend to dig it, and I tihnk I do a pretty good job. I can let out with the HO, HO, HO's, and most kids think it's cool that santa is head and shoulders taller than their mom and dad... I didn't realize that was an issue until one little boy pointed out that I was taller than his mom, voice full of awe.

41.' have tried to be slow, in the Hoss Cartwright manner of slow...

Slow to raise a hand in anger;
Slow to judge a man.
Slow to jump to conclusions.

I have some days that are better than others. I try though, and often succeed. Once I make it to "Succeeds as much as a sane man can" I'll be pretty happy with that.

1 year ago - newt, pye, tigger and a spongebob ice pop in the sun pictures, bro drama, hot fuzz preview, springtime cough

2 years ago - porch entry, newtcam pic, consulting work, zeppelin hotels, hornsuit

3 years ago - dr who leaks out, tree, death as a doodle, in the news, tmbg-bloodmobile, missing a brown-eyed girl, squirrel names, pirate vote

4 years ago - playing with icons, palm doodles, magical flesh fearing saw, bro still in the pokey

5 years ago - throat tickle, possible gig, FMM stuff

6 years ago - yahoo kills pop3, Can Asians Think?, llamas!, spring break, Egyptian musk, cat-recognition flap, rice dreams

7 years ago - Green Eggs & Hamlet, moody, China, Sophomore Uses List Context; Cops Interrogate

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Discovered winamp remote works on the wii! Nice to be able to stream my audio or video to other machines, but super nice to do it with the wii - now I can view any saved tv shows or movies on the tv without burning a dvd and moving it over. You can send to phones and pda devices, too... I'll have to see if my palmtop is able to view streaming video - that'd make for some spiffy lunchtime viewing. (If not, no worries - I still have episodes of the 4400, Eureka, Rome, and Brass Eye to check out on my PSP.)

John Dies at the End. Nicely done... you can read a bit online - he's the same guy from, way back when. I'm glad he got a gig... gives me hope for both myself and for GP. Speaking of which, I've got to get back to writing, preferably on the subway trips home from work. (Into work might be interesting too... more surreal, I'd wager.)

First Day back to work after the long weekend... I'm pretty please with how things are gearing up for the rest of the year! Warming up for my annual review next month... building a list of accomplishments / stuff that needs work for later.

1 year ago - lunch with danny, packing to move to md. dealing with memories of dad and bro

2 years ago - dan helped me move to condo, blueberry muffins, big brain errors begin, Newt Settled quickly, lennon lyrics

3 years ago - ivr down, TAG, muffin tree, bradbury quote (I prefer to listen to my head, heart, and gut), 7 sins, ramayana, torrents of tv, pumpkin soup, beachcam, palmtop pics of riverwalk

4 years ago - Gollum sings, wacky food, Out and about, parasites, statistics

5 years ago - palm doodle, dreams, henna, free chex mix, straight dope on Thanksgiving

6 years ago - Procrustean, news, wicker man, code troubles, naughty/nice poll, HP Lovecraft library

7 years ago - @, plantain recipe, ground zero after the presidential wars, squatch, Spanish potty mouf, sugar magnolia, Twinkie poem Geotarget
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Got some writing accomplished last night. Basic outline, some bits of dialogue. It's not coming together in "freeflow" style I usually go for, but building on a planned skeleton seems to be working for me so far. 6 characters is a bit stereotypical so far... protagonist, romantic interest, street contact, police interface, villain and victim. I've got the method, but some aspects of the implementation aren't quite on the beam. It wa skind of hard ot get rolling, but about 15 minutes in, the flow improved.

(Writing to Linda Ronstadt's unreleased Keeping Out Of Mischief album certainly promotes noir. Got to love a good torch song from a voice like hers. Thank you, internet for obscure, but easy to download, lost vinyl!)

I would really like some of these USB Powered Air conditioned clothes in a Hawaiian print.

Bing, Bang Boing - The bounce-a-dilly whatchamagame with the bingaroony sound. (and the rnifty 70's commercials) My neighbor Jason has the smash-up derby ssp racers, and they were a hoot. (via my my littler big sis, [ profile] ldy)

Moment of music - mp3

Rotating head, keeps on the right side
Coiled up and tense remains on the lookout
Expects to be shot or get given the bullet.
Rotating head tries to look on the bright side of things.

... )

Keeno statues around the world (some may not be safe for work)

4th of July events in sofla's tri-county area:

Palm Beach Post's Independence Day Guide's Fourth of July 2006 Guide

1 year ago - misc bits, deadwood, photos from kites, images from cat brains, 43things, one word, adp cheats on her hubby via company email, bro drama, bedtime newt pics, grammy drama

2 years ago - green flash, CoH, serial killlers, art books, piratey

3 years ago - electronic handgun, gun quiz, rambles, movies, newt pic

4 years ago - faith farm, new place, troll

5 years ago - genuflect, foot binding, broken bow, lj goodies, robot pondering, apartment

6 years ago - on meeting an icon


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I would like someone to give me a big bag of money so that I can retire in comfort, without financial woes.

Barring that, I'd like someone to make a loaf of banana bread for me.

Or just to slack off and sleep in, snuggled down with Newt.

not today... but there is a long weekend coming up! Slackfest!

Cracking WEP in 10 minutes.

forget-me-not panties™
"These panties will monitor the location of your daughter, wife or girlfriend 24 hours a day, and can even monitor their heart rate and body temperature. Use our patented mapping system, pantyMap®, to find the exact location of your loved one 24 hours a day."

See, I could see this as being really useful to monitor kids... but the application is nuts here. (I suspect it's a gag - see comments as to why)

sithy meme )

I'm pretty dang good at wikitrivia. Except Sports, Blogs and Geography, (where I'm el-stinkeroo.) Give me Comics, Movies, and Science.

Free downloads of Nosferatu (1922)

Haven't even given the first thought to doing this week's writing assignment before now. It's due tomorrow. I Seem to do better when I'm pressed for time, and just crunch into it over an hour or three.

#3 is "Write a scene or a poem about the loneliness of someone who works in a busy or crowded venue.". I suspect that [ profile] mootpoint and [ profile] myid8myego will have more to draw from than I will. I've been pretty far from lonely with Newt around for the last five or so years.

[edit - Travelling Salesman at a Shriners convention?]

How to fake fingerprints.

Moment of Lyric:

Check it out, check his face
Look at his eyes, they're so sly
I wonder why he cries from the inside
I wonder why he's a renegade

Oh please, I'm on my begged bended knees
Oh please, please heed my call
He's just a boy that has lost his way
He's just a boy, that's all

1 year ago - put motion detection on newtcam, last done meme, life on venus, AFMBE - Zombie Smackdown, FL Drugs, hummus,

2 years ago - Memorial Day, freaky wind, There, superhero factoid, castrati, Skeletor and Gang, Chipotle, Jon Cusack crush

3 years ago - Gargoyle, [ profile] menstrualhut troll, comparison poll, memory from DC (my evil twin), yeti @ home, monster's inc good

4 years ago - monad of John Dee, Morikami, Shrek good, Pearl Harbor bad, lj-death hoax, icky stuff, good stuff, onMousewheel event, flash ponderings

5 years ago - subject lines, Hunter thinks that my first icon looks like I'm in the phantom zone, age difference, I have done all but the car on that list, 125 things

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Today is my bro's 32nd birthday. I'll be getting together with him after work tonight for supper and presents. No giving him cash or easily swapped out items this year... I'm going to help him fix up his truck so he can make some money doing post-hurricane cleanup around the tri-county area. Help him to help himself.

Samples of the courtyard before and after Jeanne came through. Who knew so many leaves were left after the first two 'canes? All the old leaves were just raked out, too. Ah well!

2 small piccies )

Hmm.. the piccies are loading slowly. Maybe I should move them to a non-pb server. [*Edit -pictures fixed*]

I miss being a dinosaur, but being a mammal has advantages, too. Thumbs and tool use are nice, as is having a brain bigger than a walnut.

There are things that are left over. I can smell fear on the other animals, sometimes. Fortunately, I'm pretty good at putting those that are frightened at ease unless they've got some sort of overactive fight or flight reflex.

Before I start to sleep, I can hear my breath like wind in the trees. When I dream, I sometimes have visions of things I can't properly put into words. Fragments / figments isn't the right way to define it, nor is memories. Pieces of things that might be real, could be imagination, spinning in an order to try to make some sense of itself. When I wake, the confusion is usually gone, and my mind is often clearer, even if I can't place how what happened during dreamtime fit together, or even if it can be jigsawed into a picture at all.

I'm weirdly blessed. No matter what happens in my life, I figure it'll work out, and it always does... maybe not always the way that I want it to, but it's always something that can be dealt with, pulled through, or worked around. If I fall down, I know I can get back up, generally on my own, or at least on resources that I can pool rapidly in a pinch. Is that optimism? I don't think so, because I know other folks that don't have such a charmed life. My brother is an example of what happens when someone abuses said charmed life. He's made every possible bad decision in the book, ones that should've gotten him killed a hundred times over. His life isn't wonderful, but he's regularly eating, living under a roof, and isn't dead. No matter what he's done to himself or others, it's always worked out in the end. Maybe it's a family thing?

That's not to say I don't have stress or suffer as a part of life, but it seems that I've got more fortune than famine in my life. So far, at least. In fact, I see even more happiness in the future, after a brief summer drought.... This time of year has always been kind to me.

Souls - Greek / Roman views

The ancient Greeks called the soul the psyche: the totality of one's mind and identity (similar to the modern use of the word). If this came back from the dead, it was likely to be as a shade or ghost. Such undead were often called larvae or lemures. The Greeks also believed in shadowy keres: a winged death spirit. This was not part of one's soul as such, but there was one for every living person, so it had a soul-like nature.

The ancient Romans called their soul a genius (for a man), or a juno (for a woman). This wasn't so much a personal soul as a familial one, and was typically associated with the head of the family. Actual spirits of the dead were called manes, which means "good people," and was also used for the undead. It isn't at all clear whether undead manes were supposed to be physical or spectral, but since the Romans often burned their dead, the latter seems more likely; certainly Roman heroes always seemed to encounter shades of the dead. On the other hand, manes seemed to be capable of burning and strangling the living when their descendants failed to propitiate them with offerings.Site Meter

Rice Rant update - again via NG -
Anne Rice's tirade has vanished from Amazon, along with most of the responses to it. Probably a good thing. But at least it's left one hilarious web comic in its wake. (My respect for Ms Rice fell somewhat when I heard that the people who had sent back their books to her for a refund were getting them back from the post office marked "Return to Sender". If you're going to make an offer like that, you have to stand by it.)

How is it that I didn't know Dawn of War (Warhammer 40k on the PC) existed until yesterday? I'm going to have to pick it up... What's not to like about Goggle-wearing Ork space marines?
"Games Workshop has been involved in every aspect of the development of Warhammer 40,000: Dawn of War. The result of this strong collaboration between Games Workshop and Relic Entertainment is a highly entertaining game that breaks many conventions of the RTS genre, while remaining true to the setting that Warhammer 40,000 tabletop gamers know and love."

via [ profile] eryx_uk

Massive power loss in storm's path; some outages could last 3 weeks Read more... )

Current Mood: Blessed / Optimistic

Current Music: The Real Tuesday Weld - Bathtime (5.3 meg wmv / save locally, don't stream)

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I’m trying to cast back the last time that I had true silence. It seems that there’s always some sort of din happening. Fingers clacking on keys and tiny fans whirring inside my computer, off in the distance. People talking in the office right next to mine. Street Traffic. Rain. The Air conditioner. Birds. Chairs and doors creaking. Wind Chimes, and a stray branch rubbing against the screen of my window. Telephones bells, and the faint buzz of picture tubes and electric lights. The clack and smack of bare feet on tile floors. The compressor of the fridge. Cat clucking at the window to the squirrels outside, or the scratching of paws at work in the litter box’s sand. Thunder in the distance.

I’m trying to recall the last time I heard the sounds of my body doing its job. The rush of blood pumping through the veins in my ears, or the slight click of tendon against muscle inside my neck as I turn my head. I can’t be sure of the last time I heard my stomach rumble, or my knuckles crack. The internal “squinch” of saliva production, right before opening my mouth wide enough to brush my teeth, and the “chooching” sounds that follow afterwards. The faint thunk of a seal formed when you close your eyes.

Maybe it’s because I’m craving a nap, or maybe it’s because there’s a good amount of noise and hubbub these days. I just want to hear the sounds of myself, and of loved ones nearby as I rest. There’s a very real comfort in the loud rumble of Newt’s purr while he lays at my throat or listening to breaths taken in a home that’s otherwise silent.

I can’t remember the last time that things were so quiet that my ears rung.

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Snickers with almonds is very tasty when frozen, but I preferred the chilled tangerine I also had for breakfast. Tasty morsels. I don't use the word morsel often enough. Or Scrumdiddlyumptious. Ok, ok...I lied, dear journal.... I say scrumdiddlyumptious at least once or twice a month. Though, to make up for the "morsel" imbalance, I also hardly ever say "Oh, snap".

The soft, spicy odor of incense, wafting in from the corridor between my bedroom and bath brings me calm on hectic days. It's getting easier for me to realize when I'm tense lately, and once I know that I'm stressed, I can channel that attitude out to make way for more productive behavior.

When I decide to veg out...I usually sit Indian-style or other comfortable position, usually with Newt nearby. I let all the random jetsam spinning around in my mind slowly settle onto the floor of my mind for proper storage or disposal. Sometimes whole books hit the ground when the mental wind slows down, but usually it's closer to fortune-cookie slips of paper and multi-colored index cards with quickly scrawled information on it, including "continued on card number XXX" written on the bottom. Sometimes the connected card is nearby or someplace that I can retrieve it quickly, other times, it's probably in one of the piles off in one of the corners.

I picture my mental room as octagonal-shaped, having hardwood floors and highlights, a network of bookshelf-columns radiating out from the center, and glass walls leading up to a covered dome with a skylight on top. Secret Memories of an ancestor that was into trepanation? I don't see any self-surgery in my future. The amount of light inside reflects my mindset, with thick drapes that could blot out an atomic blast when darkness is absolutely needed.

There are monkeys, too. Or Ghosts. Maybe Monkey Ghosts. That's it. Probably genetically enhanced... or with some sort of mystic talisman thingie.

Storywise, sometimes I don't see myself as a main character. It's easy to fall in the role of support, or walk-on... no limelight, but more like Wilson on Home Improvement, though, if I was to stretch the example, I suppose that I could grab the Al role here and there. I try to be helpful and am mostly soft spoken, a little too off the beaten path to be a primary focus. I suspect that'd change if I was under the same roof with my sweetheart, rather than having us end up being the wacky neighbors.

Then again, there was the Grizzly Adams TV show. Random trivia... Ben the bear was named for Ben Franklin.

Whims got me itchin' for doughnuts...she makes hers with prepackaged dough... I didn't have any, but I found this little recipe.. and the bread maker!

Bread Machine Doughnuts )Site Meter

Cannibal tries to eat inmate's brain Read more... )

Electoral Vote Predictor 2004

Interesting to see what states lean toward... the mouse-overs are very telling.

Font Test -

If it doesn't look like a comic font, get it here. 65k. Font Name, Mead Bold.

Testing free image hosting at image shack. (and excuse to show carnival weirdos from City of Heroes)

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Well, prop2 is losing a lot of her sympathy credit in the office. She called at 9am this morning (she was due in at 8) and said that the power was out, and that she was waiting to hear back from FPL as to whether or not it was an inside the house thing or something else. What she *didn't* say was why her jobless husband was not available to do that while she got to work... She never called back to even say she's stuck at home for some nonsense reason... FPL seldom takes more than a half hour to get on the stick... I can't say as I remember any time short of a Hurricane that has caused interrupted service for more than an hour. Tomorrow, I visit the neurologist and hopefully get some good, progressive news to counter the lightening strike that's going to hit at work. I still feel bad for her, and sincerely hope that she finds another gig soon, preferably better suited to her.

I'm going to be in the print issue of December's Popular Science Magazine! (Well, the letters page.) Read more... )

Randomly Placed Deep Thought:
"As I bit into the nectarine, it had a crisp juiciness about it that was very pleasurable - until I realized it wasn't a nectarine at all, but A HUMAN HEAD!!"
Hand Shadows!

LJdrama is a pretty angry, scary place. Interesting to read in a disconnected way, thought. Led me to Cliques, Clicks, Bullies And Blogs: "Say hello to the newest strain of the bullying virus, technologically updated for the 21st century." Read more... )

LJ gender - (based on the previously mentioned Gender genie) Last time It thought I was a girl. Better guess this time! gender results )
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OK.. my first night on 24 hour call. I'll keep my fingers crossed, and hope that the phone works. Apparently some prisoner is calling the office... I hope that it won't be a problem for me to deal with tonight. I'm already a little paranoid that the phone will ring when I'm in the shower tomorrow morning. (That's really the only time I'll be even remotely apart from the phone.

Holy cow! I already got a call on a recover... 5:01pm. I'm a little jumpy with the phone going off... an unusual noise in the house. I'm sure that I'll adapt by the next ring or two. 5:18 - Just got my tenth call from the inmate, in nearly as many minutes. I wonder if it's a sexual predator that is trying for some sort of payback, a wrong number, or just some jerk?

The trip to the doctor was fair to middling.. he really couldn't do anything for me until I visit the neuro later this month.

DG / lizardo stuff - )
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I got a letter from the bro today, and I wrote him back a long letter in tiny-Scotto script. It's kind of funny to me that his and my handwriting are so similar... small, block lettering. The only real difference is that my e's look like left arrows, and his look like small capital Es. He wrote on ruled notebook paper, and I replied by handwriting on printer stock, so his margins were far better, but I managed to fit more text on the page, and have room for doodles of Newt and me waving and being generally friendly-like.

The Gallery of Hippie Horrors. Newbie confided to me at lunch today that she used to be a dope fiend....she's only 22, and had been smoking for over 9 years! Holy smokes! She confided in me, because I look like (and act like, for the most part) a card-carrying hippie.

Real-Time Cloud Rendering and Animation and Great Hurricane Fabian photo gallery.

The Writer's Almanac, a daily program of poetry and history hosted by Garrison Keillor, can be heard each day on public radio stations throughout the country. Each day's program is about five minutes long—check your local radio listings for the station and time in your area. An entire year of almanac entries is available.

Random Board game Factoid of the day -

Stratego is a somewhat watered-down version of Prussian chess. War college cadets played chess with the pieces shaped like the Stratego pieces, which meant that each player knew what his pieces were, but didn't know what the opponent's pieces were unless he remembered how they moved or what their original position had been. It strikes me as a great way to reinforce the learning experience, and to teach the importance of intelligence in planning. The real fun was in finishing games that you didn't start. You would have to look at the captured pieces, your own captured pieces, the positions on the board - and figure out what the remaining pieces were from where they were and how they were being used. Another, tougher variation of Prussian chess had a wall across the middle of the board. Each player could only see their own side of the board, and had to control his pieces past the wall from memory.
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I noticed someone replicated the [ profile] menstrualhut community over at blurty... I wish them the best of luck, and hope it's as successful in its own location!

Heavy and loud thunderstorms this morning... strikes close enough to rattle the windows, and set off neighbor's car alarms.... and I'm thankful that I'm living indoors.

Kevan was thinking of shotguns instead of torches...I wonder what color to make them? Torches are easy enough as orange. I imagine they could be sort of a blue, maybe. in addition to my rough terrain, also considering leaving a little bloodstain where the infection took place. {type 1- zombie, type 2 - human, type 4 - torch/(rifle?)}

haiku meme )

a year ago - A/C issues, Everyone Guilty of Enron, cake, Hurricane Andrew, bus stop photos, keywords

2 years ago - I photoshop my dream, coloringbook, fecund

3 years ago - nothin'
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GeotargetCirca '74-75... I was between 5 and 6.

When my dad would pack my school lunch, he'd boil hot dogs, and put them in a thermos filled with hot chicken soup, and then put buns or bread in the dry side for later eating. He packed his own lunches the same way. Oftentimes, he'd put a note and some sort of goody in there too, like a comic book digest. I think that's where I picked up my "reading at the table" habit.

I brown-bagged it a lot, but when I did have a few lunchboxes. I remember having a speed buggy (Vroom-a-zoom-zoom! Everything is more entertaining in Portuguese!) one in first grade, and it was my third-most treasured possession that I could take to school after my St. Christopher medal (which shared a chain with a lime green teardrop-shaped peace symbol charm) and Pencil box with the built-in sharpener. (That contained about 10 army men, cleverly hidden inside a Ziploc bag at the bottom.

Speed buggy lunchbox photo )

Mine was a lot more banged-up... When I was a little kid I could be pretty rough on stuff that I perceived as "invulnerable", and that was one of the few metal Items I had, short of a Tonka truck. As far as I was concerned, that aluminum food-holder was also a wonderful steel maul, designed to be spun around on my windmilling arms. The clip on the box must've been really stout, because it only ever flew open once, sending the thermos and whatever else was left over in there into the stratosphere, arcing nicely overhead and landing across the street, in the bushes. On reflection, the first time I ever jaywalked may've been to retrieve it. Since I was in Brockton, (near Holbrook) at the time, St. Christopher must've been keeping an eye on me after all.

Tonka Dump truck pic )

Recalling that old Tonka Toy... it was originally the bright Tonka Yellow, but as time went by, it got a little rusty and sharp. Rather than let his kid play with a little tetanus trap like that, the old man sanded off the rust, sealed it, and spray-painted it with the colors he had in the garage. Since there was no canary yellow, he went with a reflective orange, which I thought was just awesome as a kid. (Later, He'd give it another treatment with silver, which wasn't as cool, but I liked it at the time.) That truck was a part of my toy box until I was at least 10 or 11. It was more than a dirt-dumper... it also served as a troop-superhero carrier, and a "hot wheels" caddy. It wasn't my all-time favorite vehicle, but it was certainly the most durable and in my top 5. If the Hulk or Spider-man toys were going to get run over by a large vehicle, that's was the one to call. It also showed up to any "flaming building" scenarios, despite having no hose, a good fist on the back could lob pinecones or dirt at any offending fires.

Something not readily visible is the fact that the driver's compartment was walled in with clear plastic. It was probably an hour before I'd popped out one of the windows, so an army man or other-sized toy could be allowed to drive.

I think that truck ended up with my cousin Russell (the one who was married recently) with a load of our old toys when Uncle Bob and Val moved into the place they had in Hypoluxo. It wouldn't surprise me if there was some kid in Florida still playing with that truck, fifth-hand, maybe painted olive green, or recolored to its original Tonka hue.

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Had a nice long gab with the Gray Pumpkin this afternoon about this, that and the other thing. Lots of fun chitty-chatting about an assortment of stuff, from gaming to kung fu to zombies to political stances. I'm amazed that I was the baby boy of the gaming group... he's 39, Danny's 40, Doug's got to be in his mid-late 40s. I'm only as old as the girls of that gang. Gray and I have the most similar mental frequency of the lot, still. I'm surprised how much of those gaming times I remember, and almost as shocked how much I'd forgotten.

MIT's Media Lab is a crucible of experimentation and innovation for students of media technology. Their work ranges from the amusingly baroque to the intriguingly clever. A couple of grad students there have developed the Audiopad, an interesting system for performing electronic music. Rather than explain further, let me just encourage you to go look at the video demonstration in either Quicktime (20MB) or Windows Media (11MB) formats. Then go read the project's web page. I'd hate to see what'd happen if Newt got at those control-elements.

Last night was one of the more entertaining episodes of COPS... (Very little beats the one-legged cop chasing a guy down, however.)

Essentially, a haggard-looking woman with scary wrinkles flags down the cop. She's really upset because she claims to have been robbed. After a couple of questions from the cop, the woman finally says "I just gave that woman over there $20 to buy crack cocaine, and she hasn't given me anything!” She points across the street at another lady.

She says this right to the cop. The cop is sort of flabbergasted, and makes her repeat it. "Ok. You paid that woman $20 for crack cocaine, and she took your money and didn't give you anything. And you want me to go over there and... All right. Ok. "

The cop eventually shrugs and decides to follow up on it. He walks across the street, where the other woman is waiting.

The cop says, "That woman over there says she just gave you $20 to buy crack, and you didn't give her anything."

The second woman says "No sir, officer, I do NOT sell crack. I am a prostitute."

Also got into Animal Planet's "The Future is Wild", though I view it a speculative fiction rather than sound science... mainly because we don't have a lot of the variables in place to make even something that I'd consider an educated guess about what life on Earth will be like 100 million years from now. I did rather like the tunneling birds and land-squid, however. The art and movement of the new beasties is really amazing.

Random Scotto factoid - In grade school, I hated diagramming sentences. *Hated it* Ms Mickey, the teacher at the time was as cool as could be, but when I was obliged to do that on paper... or worse, go up to the black board, I could feel the pickle-puss hang on my face. At the time, it struck me as some of the most pointless stuff I'd ever been obliged to do, and though I recognize the usefulness now, I still really don't like doing it. I wonder if it'll ever get telegraphed? Some little kid will ask me for help some day, I'll see what it is, throw off a "oh, that stuff again..." and give that munchkin an irrational dislike for it, too?

a year ago Signs movie, cancerless cigs, hellboy movie, scary bunny, 2nd wishes, Oz scary, zombies land on beach, Anna Nicole show hurt to watch

2 years ago - Oz quiz, Dictionaraoke, Day planning

3 years ago - Florida panthers, everglades restoration efforts, lj adds interests
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Looking into A Child is Missing. It looks like they do really good work, helping the police during the first few hours of the disappearance of a child / elderly / disabled person. They're funded by donations and government grants. The home base is only about 2 miles from my apartment, too.

Sakes... what a little celebrity gossip-mongering list this is. Newest stuff in blue...Like all gossip, I'm sure it's best taken with a grain of salt. Maybe a whole salt lick. (Orson Welles possibly the Black Dahlia Murderer?)

Omniglot: A Guide to Writing Systems -For fun stuff, see the alternative writing systems, including alphabets from Fantasy and Science Fiction. See your name in assorted systems.

Metacritic is a ratings accumulator not unlike Rotten Tomatoes (except that it covers music as well as film, videro/dvd, and games). Gigli is currently at 19, and falling, or "Overwhemiing Dislike and/or Disgust." (0-19 is the lowest possible score range, out of 100) Right now, Rotten Tomatoes has Gigli at an average rating of 2.6/10, with only one positive review out of the 59 accrued so far. A decent movie is considered 60% or better... the current list is 2%.

Non-castaways on Gilligan's Island Master List )

With a $200 rebate from Amazon and $100 from T-Mobile, the Handspring Treo 270 can be had for the low, low price of $49.99. That is a seriously sweet deal.
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Dream elements... crushing a can of black cherry soda that was still full on a hike... I dump out the sugar-water and flatten the can like a hockey-puck and slip it into my pocket for safekeeping. I'm walking through a rainforest, and there are 3-foot tall mechanical geese everywhere. They're made of clear glass and when they sing exotic plant seeds and bulbs shoot from their mouths and burrow into whatever they land on ... dirt, trees, rocks, water... One faces me, and I catch some seeds on my chest and arms... the seeds penetrate into my skin, but don't bloom back afterwards. A huge flock of parrots flies over head and the sounds of their wings is almost deafening as they retreat from a gigantic inky-black cloud that is swirling behind them, slowly pincering in and engulfing them. The mechanical birds fly up and feed on the cloud, going from being transparent to a deep, opaque crow-black. It seems to make them heavier, as they stop flying, and instead glide slowly back to the ground, lined up in formation, no longer distributing plant life (or shooting me, either.) Rain starts falling from the now-clear sky, and the surrounding plants are growing so rapidly, it's almost like I'm shrinking, instead. The scent of ozone fills the air, and mixes with some sort of heady, sweet smell, like honeysuckle and oranges. I notice that though a great amount of water is falling, I'm not getting wet, even though there's no cover overhead...a drowsiness surrounds me and I wake up, pretty comfortable and refreshed.

Dang, this week just blew on by. I can hardly believe it's Friday again.

Fantastic Kate Bush resources via [ profile] nomi -
rare mp3s -
Kate photos as a little girl..
How to swear in 113 languages.

a year ago - istockphoto, dead links, Shitou Xiqian, smiled at, fortune cookie, walkerbot, Liver Eatin' Johnson

2 years ago - hungrybaby, New Apes move lame, wiseacre, Champions stats for the Shadow, Dwayne Dibley?, Poul Anderson passes away, LJ moves in space,

3 years ago - Everway character- wanders the storm path
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His knowing brown eyes held her gaze for a seeming eternity, his powerful arms clasped her slim body in an irresistible embrace, and from his broad, hairy chest a primal smell of "male" tantalized her nostrils; "Looks like another long night in the ape house" thought veterinarian Abigail Brown as she gingerly reached for the constipated gorilla's suppository.

Ok, Snopes has revised the "Undecided" on Hunting for Bambi to a False. I'm very happy that it turned out to be a hoax, but I would like to see some accountability held to folks both failing to properly check facts and reporting outright lies to the news.


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