Went to the ER this morning… Got the obligatory shot in the tushie of cortisone, and I’m mucho better.
woo. It was bad. got ‘scripts for norflex and anaprox.… hooray for medicine!
I’m happy that I went in… if I didn’t, I’d probably been in bad shape, and unsuitable for work on monday. I’m hoping the meds clear up the rest of the trouble by then.
Images from today are here.
An interesting tidbit from the Cruel Site of the Day – The resume of Elizabeth Brady Cabot Winslow.
Maybe I ought to let her introduce herself. This is the opening of her resume:
ELIZABETH (LIZ, LISA) BRADY CABOT WINSLOW, A PRODIGY IN MANY FIELDS Perhaps I rank historically among the 50 or 100 most intelligent and talented peoplein the most fields ever. More high abilities in more different fields than anyone in last 50 years. Fair, beautiful face and figure, blond, brunette, redhead, green eyes, 5’8″, American
100’S OF MILLIONS OF DOLLARS OF SALES OF NEW PRODUCTS BASED DIRECTLY EITHER ON MY ACTIVITIES, WRITINGS, OR TALK OTHERS ILLEGALLY OR COVERTLY OBSERVED OR LISTENED TO OR ON MY WRITINGS OTHERS ILLEGALLY OBTAINED OR READ.
That paragraph starting with “100’S OF MILLIONS” is bolded and in a very large font size. The rest of the resume doesn’t have Inappropriate Capitalization or exclamation points!!!!!, but otherwise it is distinguished from mimeographed street jeremiads only by proper spelling and punctuation.
It is certainly the longest resume I’ve ever seen. Part of this is due to her inclusion of:
“CRIME AND MALICE VS ELIZABETH “LIZ” BRADY CABOT WINSLOW” Pre 10/82″
Followed by pages of detailed descriptions of all the crooked and malignant plots to steal her ideas, withhold credit and pretty much deprive her of her just rewards.
Then:
“Names of Malicious and Criminal Before 1982”
Ah, she names names. About a page of them.
Then:
“The new technology was already creating dangerous crooked meddlers in Washington, DC, area in 1982 when crooked meddlers with PCÂ’s in their homes, university computer staff, and others were doing strange illegal things with the phone networking. ; 1982 in No. Virginia I was set me up deliberately with physical assaults including with deadly weapons, small boulders thrown at my head by someone (probably set up by Knappens or Gary Lynn Jordan). In 1982 when I was living in an apartment in Arlington, VA, a roommate set up a crooked racket on my phone ; I had to go to court as a consequence; I threw him out; I won in court; but I think that someone else I knew had a hand in setting up the phone rackets.”
That’s only the opening paragraph of this section. It goes on for pages.
Then:
“After 10/82 – return to NYC- Names of Criminals”
For a page or so.
and *then*:
“Updates”
In case any of those crooked meddlers and their rackets have come up with new villainy.
Fascinating stuff. Most people wouldn’t think of listing all the crimes against them in a resume.
Here’s the last line of the “Job Search” section:
“In addition, the people who considered me for jobs did not ask important questions and did not do adequate fact checking when considering me for employment. I mean, what is going on? It appears that the public and employers deliberately refuse to hire me because they do not want me to have any money and want to steal all my possessions and to force themselves on me and that they want me to be defenseless and they want to put me through the hoops and through their contrived illegal often situations in order to pick my mind for free.”
Dang, and I thought *I* was the only one. Note that she is typing away so madly that she didn’t spot the typo “contrived illegal often situations.”
And this is the last line of the “Employment” section:
“Crooks illegally tapped my residence and office phones and illegally cut off my mail and had concealed surveillance in my apartment and illegally read my private non-published material in my apartment and stole and plagiarized and assaulted, tailed, poisoned, and plagued me 1982 on in New York City.”
I found myself asking “what if” throughout. What if she really did have an IQ of 180 and was as brilliant and creative as she thinks she is? What if this mania really is the result of a lifetime of having original ideas ripped-off? Think of “A Beautiful Mind” without tenure or a support system.
Of course, my biggest question is: who would look at this resume and think they have found what they are looking for? What if she is presentable in person (she is in the Screen Actors Guild) and only reveals herself when let loose at a keyboard? Wouldn’t she make a great addition to a think tank?
Then again, imagine that she really is as brilliant and creative as she thinks she is and comes from the sort of background her name implies. Doting brilliant upper crust parents and all the finest educational opportunities. Then years of being systematically ripped-off by unseen forces until she is a raving loony. It’s like the making of a Lord of The Fate. Heh. She does want to go back to New York.
“Fair, beautiful face and figure, blond, brunette, redhead, green eyes, 5’8″, American.” Hmmmm. I wonder when to expect her picture and profile on a matchmaking website? Geniuses only, commoners need not apply. I can’t wait to see a blonde brunette redhead with green eyes.
Cuts Like a Knife – Following a fight between two Florida men, we may need to add a few items to our banned weapons list. One guy hit the other one over the head with a beer bottle. Then the other guy responded by stabbing the first guy in the stomach with a swordfish.
I am ever so grateful to
I’m missing playing Car Wars with my old-old tabletop gaming group from back in the mid-80s… the new, revised rules look like fun… an online version would be a hoot to play with friends.
Six Degrees of Captain America
Ricardo Alberich and co-workers at the University of the Balearic Isles in Spain, are tracing the evolution of the Marvel Universe in detail. They hope to understand which non-random features of real social networks are a consequence of the way people interact, and which follow from more general principles about network growth.
Where can I go to get a job doing that kind of stuff?
random things I have gleaned recently
A few Huge Being parameters:
Must be larger-than-life.
Must be three-dimensional, rather than flat.
Human figures preferred, although anthropomorphic representations of animals or inanimate objects are okay.
Huge parts (hands, feet, ears, etc.) are good.
The emphasis here is on the whimsical, rather than the serious.
I think I meet those qualifications.
Back is where it was yesterday morning…not totally better, but much improved over last night. I’m going to hop in the shower, and see if there’s more relief. I think I’m going to stay home today, in case of a replay of yesterday’s progression and spend time mending up. Some pain down left leg, with numbness over the top of the left foot. Last night was *awful* Thanks for the healing vibes!
Time to get some steam-heat.
My back has gone from a minor but painful tightness this morning, to something worth going home over this afternoon.
It is now rapidly approaching intolerable, the worst I can recall it having been in years. Double sciatica, both legs, now. I’m going to bed, and if after a hot shower again tomorrow morning it’s not at least a little better, I’m going to the doctor for a shot of cortisone, or some other anti-inflammatory. It actually hurts to the point where I’m sick to my stomach, but I think I’ll be able to lull myself to sleep, if I focus. I’m ok in one position, but getting up or returning to a sitting or laying down position is very difficult.
This is my own fault, for not staying on top of my proper regimen. Future Scotto, remember, or it’ll come back and kick your butt again.
Any spare healing vibe would be appreciated.
G’nite!
Pictures from today are here B-17, some randoms, and Dexter Thursday! (not to mention
I headed home early, due to my tweaky-back. I’m now reclining pretty comfortably.
Maybe I’ll write myself a livejournal client that allows me to update via email. might be a nifty challenge, and a way around my current die-lemma.
;lpojhjh < -- Newton love intermission. I'll have to check to see if one already exists, first. no point in making more work for myself than needed... nothing really here.
Well, no sooner did the Swiss design a replica of Bespin than the darn French went and created a giant autonomous mobile flower pot. It’s a freaking triffid, I’m telling you. Check out the animated GIF for the full horror.
Time for me to shave and shower…pinged sciatica this morning. I’m going to have to take things at 75% speed today. *creaaaaak*… more heavy-duty workies today. I have a meeting about the new programming project today at 1.. hopefully any new issues will get addressed there and then, and I can start cranking on it. It’s going to be internal, and I’m not looking forward to sniffing chupacabra goat-breath over the table. Hopefully we can keep the politics and shenanigans to a minimum, and get actual work done.
I hope you have a wonderful day!
A lovely, friendly surprise waiting in the mailbox when I got home.
Thank you
I worked hard and soft today, off and on. I quite enjoyed the downtime highlights of today with talks of code, kitties and boobies… I’m going code-crosseyed in the thicker times.
Me just playing with silly camera…that’s the #60 heading north.
A few pictures taken while I waited for my ride home, (and a toy gorn) are posted here.
I love Bingo, the bionic ninja-spy cow! – Police and the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals will spend another day hunting for a heifer. Friday morning, a 1,000 pound cow jumped a 6′ fence and high-tailed out of Ken Meyer Meats in Camp Washington while workers went on break. Witnesses report seeing the creature cross Central Parkway and disappear into the woods of Mount Storm Park. “We used a helicopter, a heat seeking device and we still can’t find her,” Lt. Kurt Byrd said. The SPCA spotted hoof prints and hair on a branch, but no sign of the cow. “I think after all her efforts she deserves to be put out to pasture so she can live the rest of her life in peace,” said Susan Martel of Clifton. Searchers set up a bait cow and food in hopes of luring the animal out from hiding. However, the trap will likely lead to a fenced-in farm rather than the slaughter house, thanks to dozens of requests from families interested in adoption.
Movin’ right a long…
Scotto and a monkey were sitting on a rail.
The only difference I could see, the monkey had a tail.
There once was a boy from Peru
whose limericks stopped at line two.
There once was a man from Verdun.
Too late for the bus!
D’oh. Ah well, I can luxuriate and yellow cab it (see above)… maybe grab a bite on the way. I’ll be back late tonight.
I’m going to leave Newtcam on, if anyone wants to peek in and see him napping.
“Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it’s getting!”
The Swiss are up to no good. Maybe this will be an alternate to my secret volcano base for a blur building. Braincoats for everyone!
On that note, I head off to bed, with a mug of lemon spice tea, the books synched to my palmtop, and visions of peace and love in my head.