Sunday, October 06, 2002

if you have a aim name... (or more than one...) you've got 20 megs of hosty-data available to you. it's at http://mywebpage.netscape.com/

Example from my biglug account

http://mywebpage.netscape.com/BigLug23/img/nessie.gif

I still think the browser is stinky and behind the times.... but this is a nice offering from aol. I prefer it to the landfill of CD's they send me.


http://mywebpage.netscape.com/NewtonOrange/newtcampeek.jpg
http://mywebpage.netscape.com/NewtonOrange/sillnewt.jpg


Not bad... twenty megs an alias, and you can create aliases quick as a wink.

Sometime mid-afternoon, I'm going out with my brother to pick up a little RCA to microphone converter, so that we can put those speakers on his PS2.... also going to hook him up with his playstation again. He's got the itch to play, and I really won't miss it. Maybe make the trip to Target so he can exchange a birthday gift for something more suited to him.

I need to adjust the CPAP straps a little.. a wee bit to tight.. leaves quickly fading pressure marks on my face, akin to pillow creases. I'm sure I'll have it feeling right tonight.

Looking in my cupboard this morning... the day after getting groceries. There's a secure feeling that comes over me, knowing that I won't have to forage for a time. I'm very pleased at the almost comedy of wealth there.

I dreamt last night that I was told not to have any telephone communication with the dead. I got a notice on my bill for extended calls into the afterlife and that I was allowed only one hour a month to talk to the deceased. I couldn't remember talking to any dead folks on the phone, but I paid the bill, uncontested... because I didn't want to offend anyone dead that I'd forgotten about. I remember that he bill didn't seem any more expensive than usual.

Nightcrawler from X2

A year ago today... Spider-man, fixing the A/C at my old place, hussites, season opener for prairie home companion. (and the link goes to the new season opener!), and most importantly, a day for love. :)

Two years ago today - Plunging pirates off the empire state, small, and "warchilds death".

Looks like the bro is going to take care of some business today... We'll get together some other time. I'm going to head over to the bookstore in a few, and just browse for a little while. see what leaps out and grabs my eyes.


The bookstore had a couple of really nice deals... I dashed away from there with a bag of ten, purchased for about $20. I picked up a nice collection of Edgar Allen Poe… an old one, so it's extra neat and pre-creepified, for midnight readings of The Raven and Murders in the Rue Morgue ... good to read aloud.

It was a nice enough day, though I bussed the distance rather than cycling (Mainly because I didn't know what sort of massive book load I might be bringing home.)

Riding on the bus means... more doodles. Mousing over 'em may give you some insight as to where each drawing came from.

Someone has a peanut butter snickers fetish. On the way out today, I found my third wrapper of said candy on the ground. I wonder if it's my brother or one of my other neighbors?

Punkin! More Holiday spirit starting to show through... Same Punkin after 2 seconds of coloring. I may come back to him and add shading, or a Jack-o-lantern face, later... just for the heck of it.

When I think of October, horror and the old west... Boot Hill comes to mind. It was an old west paper and pencil RPG / wargame that I really enjoyed a lot as a kid... six-guns shooting… all sorts of old west archetypes there. I still prefer the term boot hill to graveyard. (However, I use terms like bone yard or necropolis more frequently these days)The Lady in front of me had a *huge* stack of freaky books about grays. Something like 30. I think she was going to start a freaky UFO library at her house...either that, or maybe she was buying them all up to burn 'em as a gesture of defiance.... I don't know. She was twitchy, and I didn't want to ask.

Also, the coolest T-shirt I've seen lately-

If you're really a goth, where were you when we sacked rome?