bedizen bih-DY-zuhn, transitive verb:

To dress or adorn in gaudy manner.

Bedizen is the prefix be-, “completely; thoroughly; excessively” + dizen, an archaic word meaning “to deck out in fine clothes and ornaments,” from Middle Dutch disen, “to dress (a distaff) with flax ready for spinning,” from Middle Low German dise, “the bunch of flax placed on a distaff.”

clepe (kleep) verb tr., past participle cleped/clept or ycleped/yclept
(i-KLEPT)

To call or name.

[From Middle English clepen, from Old English cleopican, from clipian (tospeak or call).

Those who bring sunshine to the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves. – J.M.Barrie 🙂

So a Cleptomaniac would be one who loves to call people all the time?

Morning Folks!

Goin’ out to breakfast with Danny, to exchange gifts…. He got time at Dave & Busters, and I think he’s getting me bookshelves. 🙂 Right now, I’m looking more foreward to a chai with his goofy conversation than physical prezzies.

I should be home by noon… tonight at about 6ish I go out to supper with my brother, mother, and that gang. I hope peace can be kept for a bit, and it passes pleasantly and swiftly.

“If you’re looking for me
you better check under the sea
cause that is where you’ll find me
underneath the-
sealab, underneath the water
sealab, at the bottom of the sea…”

Isn’t there something creepy about drinking fluids from a person’s head on your pancakes?

*shudder*

Twist and remove skullcap, dump contents of poor woman on your breakfast, return partially dessicated corpse to the fridge.

yeck.

The photos streamed slowly off of the developer, still glossy from the process. Murray ran the cutter across the white line defining a border between images and paused to look at them, to check for color balance and just out of sheer curiosity. He found a nice one to judge by — it was a high-contrast shot, and had better definition than the majority of amateurish pictures on the roll.

A wounded man stands in a field of bamboo, between twin rows of four stalks apiece, using a ninth as a crutch. His head is bandaged, with a look of resolve cast on his face. A path to mountains lays ahead of him, and it looks as if he plans to take the trail, regardless of the effort involved.

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Oh, by the by, there’s a holiday greeting and a new dream episode up of weird emma

I took some time out earlier and just looked at the sky for a long, long while. Sometimes it’s a good idea to take a pause, and just lose yourself in the clouds above, mentally lift up, and bank around for a bit. Since the clouds didn’t want to put rain on my face, I provided myself with some from the showerhead after I came back inside… a cold, hard precipitation pushing my mind back to sharpness from the light fog that’d settled over it. after, a warm, then hot, soapy wash, followed by another bracing cold one means that I feel cleansed, purified, both outside and in.

It’s odd, the things that bring strength and clarity to me at times. Gravity isn’t tugging as hard as it was earler, and the air is simpler to take in. Now I have some champa burning and though the shades are drawn, a soft natural light is filling the room. I feel very connected to those I love right now, and to a lesser extent, the world as a whole.

lyrics doth follow.

Incipit gestis Rudolphi rangifer tarandus

Hwæt, Hrodulf readnosa hrandeor —
Næfde þæt nieten unsciende næsðyrlas!
Glitenode and gladode godlice nosgrisele.
Ða hofberendas mid huscwordum hine gehefigodon;
Nolden þa geneatas Hrodulf næftig
To gomene hraniscum geador ætsomne.
Þa in Cristesmæsseæfne stormigum clommum,
Halga Claus þæt gemunde to him maðelode:
“Neahfreond nihteage nosubeorhtende!
Min hroden hrædwæn gelæd ðu, Hrodulf!”
Ða gelufodon hira laddeor þa lyftflogan —
Wæs glædnes and gliwdream; hornede sum gegieddode
“Hwæt, Hrodulf readnosa hrandeor,
Brad springð þin blæd: breme eart þu!”

Hrodulf the Red-Nosed Reindeer (Modern English translation)
Here begins the deeds of Rudolph, Tundra-Wanderer

Lo, Hrodulf the red-nosed reindeer —
That beast didn’t have unshiny nostrils!
The goodly nose-cartilage glittered and glowed.
The hoof-bearers taunted him with proud words;
The comrades wouldn’t allow wretched Hrodulf
To join the reindeer games.
Then, on Christmas Eve bound in storms
Santa Claus remembered that, spoke formally to him:
“Dear night-sighted friend, nose-bright one!
You, Hrodulf, shall lead my adorned rapid-wagon!”
Then the sky-flyers praised their lead-deer —
There was gladness and music; one of the horned ones sang
“Lo, Hrodulf the red-nosed reindeer,
Your fame spreads broadly, you are renowned!”

lyrics doth follow.

Incipit gestis Rudolphi rangifer tarandus

Hwæt, Hrodulf readnosa hrandeor —
Næfde þæt nieten unsciende næsðyrlas!
Glitenode and gladode godlice nosgrisele.
Ða hofberendas mid huscwordum hine gehefigodon;
Nolden þa geneatas Hrodulf næftig
To gomene hraniscum geador ætsomne.
Þa in Cristesmæsseæfne stormigum clommum,
Halga Claus þæt gemunde to him maðelode:
“Neahfreond nihteage nosubeorhtende!
Min hroden hrædwæn gelæd ðu, Hrodulf!”
Ða gelufodon hira laddeor þa lyftflogan —
Wæs glædnes and gliwdream; hornede sum gegieddode
“Hwæt, Hrodulf readnosa hrandeor,
Brad springð þin blæd: breme eart þu!”

Hrodulf the Red-Nosed Reindeer (Modern English translation)
Here begins the deeds of Rudolph, Tundra-Wanderer

Lo, Hrodulf the red-nosed reindeer —
That beast didn’t have unshiny nostrils!
The goodly nose-cartilage glittered and glowed.
The hoof-bearers taunted him with proud words;
The comrades wouldn’t allow wretched Hrodulf
To join the reindeer games.
Then, on Christmas Eve bound in storms
Santa Claus remembered that, spoke formally to him:
“Dear night-sighted friend, nose-bright one!
You, Hrodulf, shall lead my adorned rapid-wagon!”
Then the sky-flyers praised their lead-deer —
There was gladness and music; one of the horned ones sang
“Lo, Hrodulf the red-nosed reindeer,
Your fame spreads broadly, you are renowned!”

Where there’s a whip, there’s a way….

A song from the 1980 animated version of J.R.R. Tolkien’s Return of the King. Note that this is the third book of the trilogy; Rankin-Bass skipped the first two. The lyrics are most definitely not taken from the book, but they remain forever embedded in my mind as the song I would sing to get up for school or work for the longest time… (I still do, on occasion, in the shower.)

I *still* don’t know all the words. “Where there’s a whip…there’s a way. Where there’s a whip…there’s a way. We don’t wanna go to war today, but the lord of the lash says [something rhyming with day Nay nay nay is what I say]…gonna march all day all day all day — where there’s a whip there’s a way.”

Is DHTML dead?

Well, that really doesn’t surprise me, but it is disappointing. I thought it’d outlive java.

Here’s an interesting breakdown of 2001 via google…

and last but not least – Design Your Own O’Reilly Book Cover!

Before anything else, back on the spread for today. Page of Pentacles: Have an Effect/ prosperity, practicality, be trustworthy & trusting. So, shoot for setting goals, and head to them.

Ok, that in mind, I’m back.

I’ve realised that I’ve picked up and enjoy nibbling on a lot of orange to yellow foodies. Orange juice, Corn, Lemonade, Newton Ears (they just get kissed, but they smell good.), cheddar cheese, The package for my honey wheat bread, mustard, pseudo-chicken patties…

maybe, if I get really bored, I’ll sort my pantry by shade… somehow, I don’t think I’ll hit that low a point. Tea’s a brewin’, and I’m in full comfy regalia.

I’ve revived a holiday tradition from last year… Oranges,vanilla yogurt and walunts mixed together as a yummy-yum treat. Very comforting and tasty, condusive to a good read and write.

Got a rejection letter from The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, a form letter with a nice handwritten note. Such is life. Off the tales go to my next hope, ol’ Analog again. today’s spread is reminding me to stay focused, and hang tight to plan, work on creating some resultsin this and other things. If F&SF doesn’t dig it, I’m sure someone will and will pay me for it. Time to stop fooling around. 🙂

I should go out, and get my grocery shopping done, but the overwhelming urge to sit tight and just relax at home and read the day away… maybe work on the first Tarot tale, (the nine of wands) Perserverance.

Hmm…. for maximum slacking and comfort though, I should pick up some eats. I’m out of chai and good snacks…*shuffles feet* Ah well… some more walkies will do me good.

*creeeeeeeaks to feet, and puts on the magic birks…Wonder Twin powers, activate! Form of a motivated grocery shopper, er “Mobile Ice Statue of a Motivated Shoper”… hey… how come I got the water powers, and Newt got the animal powers? ah well…

See you kids when I return.

It seems you are living two lives, Mr. Baggins. One of these lives is a hobbit of Hobbiton. He lives under a hill, pays his taxes, and helps his cousin Bilbo take out the garbage. In the other life, you are the bearer of the One Ring. One of these hobbits has a future, Mr. Baggins, and the other one does not.

Also, from a purely military perspective –

Boromir is in the rather difficult position of a career soldier fighting a losing war, who’s just been informed that the big plan is not to use the superweapon, but instead to have a crack team of leprechauns carry it into Moscow.

Happy Birthday !!