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Scotto’s Empathy rating.


Lucky you — not only are you a caring person, but you are probably a very happy one! You find laughter and smiles to be contagious, and you get pleasure from other people’s joy. Being able to identify with someone else’s happiness is a wonderful skill to have. Most likely, you are very tuned in to the emotions of others, and their moods affect you profoundly. Chances are that someone else’s good fortune can always make your day a little brighter, and your support and compassion can always brighten someone else’s day.


You tend to be overly sensitive to the needs, feelings, and thoughts of other people. Chances are that , you are so tuned in to the emotions of others that you may have a hard time recognizing or identifying your OWN emotions. Moderation is the key here. You are probably so empathetic that people may take advantage of you, without your – or sometimes even their – ever knowing it. It is commendable to understand and help other people as much as possible, but it is equally important to take your own needs, emotions, and thoughts into account.


Ouch! Not only do you have to deal with your own pain, but you feel the pain of those around you as well. You identify so closely with other people’s feelings of discomfort that under some circumstances you probably have trouble distinguishing between their grief and your own. Most likely, you have a difficult time moving past the painful experiences of someone you care about or someone you have read about. Illness and suffering are topics that you cannot ignore, and you probably become overly involved in other people’s issues. Keep in mind that although it is noble to immerse yourself in other people’s experiences, it is imperative to acknowledge that their issues are not yours to solve.

Almost at the gate!

I’m just polishing off my evening stuff.. maybe another half hour-full hour to go. I think I’m going ot treat myself to some ice cream from mighty walgreens on the way home. They have phish food and cherry garcia now!! (Special interest note to Zoe…. still ony 5 varieties, but the choices are mucho better!!)

I’m feeling that it’s time to start my decompression… my headache is a dull throb, I think the migrane aspect never blossomed, although it seemed that it might for a while there.

it’s funny.

a kind word goes a long way in my book. I’m facing about another 8-10 hours of being here, and I really don’t mind because someone paid me a compliment. Not at work, mind you. no recognition here.

Thanks. I feel like I just bit into a york peppermint patty. (at least, how the the commercials make it seem.)


road trip

We were driving down a long lonely one of those deserted stretches of U.S. highway somewhere in the Midwest, the great breadbasket of these here United States, when Stan suddenly remarked, “Get a look at that, Scotto, up ahead!” I did the squints and saw, to my surprise, a very large pool of viscous black goo up ahead where a good portion of the highway ought to have been. “What do you suppose that is?” he asked, and I said, “Viscous black goo, Stan, ain’t you ever seen viscous black goo before?” As I recall, there was something light and airy on the AM dial as we continued relentlessly forward. I forget what I was thinking about at the time, it was certainly Important in that special way we all have around here, and Stan said, “Do you suppose we’ll glide over the top of it?” and I said, “Here’s a ring around the collar says we find out.”

The front end of the car traversed some distance across the top of the pool before ultimately becoming mired, and the back end soon followed suit. We found ourselves sinking incredibly slowly, and what’s worse, reception was becoming poor on the ol’ AM. Stan said, “We can’t open these doors, can we,” and I replied, “That’s some goo, huh.” As the car sank, the view of the goo slopping up over the hood was duly impressive; the dim neon of a distant street lamp gave the whole pool of goo a rather luminescent quality. Man and machine, soon to be enveloped like dinosaurs in the tar pits, only god knows the dino- saurs never drove Toyotas. As the goo rose (or as the car sank, depending on how full or empty your glass is), we watched it squirm and slosh against the windows, teasing us a bit, and Stan said, “That’s some goo all right,” and I could only mutter, “Enthusiastic, ain’t it?” Soon I had to flick on the dome light, because the goo was up over the roof of the car. It was getting awfully hot and hard to breathe. Then Stan said, “What do you suppose’ll happen if I crack the window a little bit?”

What can I say? We were curious.

well, it’s beginning again…

the big fibber from yesterday just came in and said that he can’t work with the product I was producing until 2am this morning. Actually, he didn’t tell me, he told the president of the company. I’m not mad today, though. I simply showed the president how fibber didn’t know what the devil he was talking about, and how I stayed until 2am to get it out on time. He approved, and it seems that liar-boy now has his buns on the frypan.

Go, karma, go!


On the downside, I may have to do more tweaking because poutyboy doesn’t want to run the data now, so I’ll have to outsource it. If this keeps up, I may have to focus on outsourcing all the time, because ‘breaker-of-oaths’ may not have a job in a week, durin this turbulent time here.

I’ll adapt. I’m a mammal, after all. (well, mostly.)

Wo is the first you’d sacrifce to the goat god?

I’ve got a dilemma.

I was asked at work today, if I could find one person (existing or not) to sacrifice to the great horned goat-god pan, who would it be?

I’m in a TV sort of mood right now, so I’m thinking either Skippy from Family Ties, Urkel, or the white guy from the Jeffersons. Not the British guy, but the blond one.

The things people talk about at work.

Who would you choose?

Back again! did you miss me?

Looks like September is here! Time to pay my rent again, and spend some dollars, yen and ducats on the huge pile of people I know that have September birfdaze. Some biggies I like to splurge on this month… *edited out gift info, as they might be reading this!* Rest assured that buddy Kevin (boss at work, good guy), little bro Derek (who turns 28 this year! yipe! He’s my baby brother, man!), Suzy my driver, Mojo the Finn, and Newt’s 11 month anniversary will all be getting nice prizes for being all such wunnerful dollies.

Now that I’m looking at my Calendar, I see that my Peace river trip is only a month away (10/6-10/9) canoeing, camping and just good times all in all. I’m in such a better mood today, it’s loopy. We’ll see how I feel, the closer to byebye time I get tonight. will I leave at a decent hour? or will I have to chug through another late nighter to get stuff accomplished for the long weekend! I’ll have monday off, hoo hoo hooray! (no hips, thanks.) Full weekend, Fred is coming down, so I can tell him about the stuff at work changing around, going to the norton museum, starting a new character in RPG-ville, a 1930’s game detective, supernatural, semi-powered. Everway on Sunday? Visting little bro on monday? Argh. I’ll need to do laundry in there sometime too. Maybe tomorrow morning, before the ball gets rolling. Heaven knows I don’t want to have 6 loads just sitting there for eternity, crying in the corner how I never wear them anymore.

Well, that was a ramble. Will Robby come with me to the norton? Will janedeau want me to unlink from her? who knows?

Ok, now i’m putting an age cap on my viewers.

Sing it with me now!

There’s no need to fear, Unnnnderdog is here!


When criminals in this world appear,
And break the laws that they should fear,
And frighten all who see or hear,
The cry goes up both far and near for

Speed of lightning, roar of thunder,
Fighting all who rob or plunder
Underdog, Underdog.

When in this world the headlines read
Of those who’s hearts are filled with greed
And rob and steal from those in need.
To right this wrong with blinding speed goes

Speed of lightning, roar of thunder,
Fighting all who rob or plunder
Underdog, Underdog.

powers of good helped you all, I came within inches of embedding a sound file of me singing this. thank me.

If you have a burning need to hear it now, you can get it at –

Toto! come back toto!

I hear the drums echoing tonight
But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation
She’s coming in 12:30 flight
The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation
I stopped an old man along the way,
Hoping to find some old forgotten words or ancient melodies.
He turned to me as if to say,
‘Hurry boy, it’s waiting there for you.’

It’s gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless longing for some solitary company
I know that I must do what’s right
As sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serangetti
I seek to cure what’s deep inside, frightened of this thing that I’ve become

It’s gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

Hurry boy, she’s waiting there for you

It’s gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa, I passed some rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa, I passed some rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had