The best UFO story of all is the story of the fabulous airship of 1897. It’s got everything: contactees, cattle mutilation, sonorous pronouncements, mysterious lights, the planet Venus, alien bodies, crash wreckage, Men in Black, politics and sex. Well, it doesn’t have much sex. It was 1897, after all.
The full story will follow someday soon. in the meantime, just know that there’s nothing new under the sun. 🙂
Beginning again. I had a nice time last night, despite not being online or going out to thai. 🙂 played with the cat, talked on the phone , and just had a relaxing evening at home.
I’m curious… do any of you folks have a word or two that sounds particularly silly or funny?
I have a few…. Yucca Flats. Ricardo Montalban, Komkquat. The word boink. I’m laughing now, and my cubemate thinks I’m insane. (I just said, well, boink, komquat!”)
Cookie Belcher? Is that really a name? Or are people messing with me? Who names a boy Cookie? What kind of nick name is it? like Dick Butkis. What were they thinking? Did they speak english?
Coherency later.
Ugh. time for me to go! See you folks soon, and be safe, ok?
I’m thinking back on the month when I was completely without a place to stay. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone, especially anyone with a family. (I’m alone, so I didn’t have those responsiblities, thank goodness.) Showering at the beach, not having any way to talk to people, being ashamed of not having a place to stay, or a job. No home or job together is a nasty combination. I had caches of stuff all over town at people’s houses, (places where I would rather be homeless than stay… filthy, horrid places.)
I’m not planning on falling into that situation ever again. contrary to what folks might think, not all homeless people group together… I think I saw maybe three others my whole time out there. also, lots of them willing to work for money, or food are very happy to take whatever charity you can offer, even if it is a sandwich or some kind words.
I’m all weirded out now. not going to talk about it anymore. For what it’s worth, I have some wonderful friends, and I need not worry about anything like that happening soon. I make good money, and there are some family-types that will help out when needed (not that I do, currently.)
That’s why I let April stay as long as I did. I won’t ever turn anyone out to the street, unless I fear for my life.
Well, no thai for Scotto tonight. feh. bah. ugh.
other monosyllables ending in h.
I might even use JennyLee’s fneu.
Yeah. fneu!
It’s sad, one of JenJen’s clients (she’s a counsellor) is losing a home tonight, so it’ll take a while for her to work with them. Thai tomorrow instead, if all works out. I’m sort of sad that I was careless regarding folks feelings today… I’m generally better about things like that. I’m also very sad that those people are going to lose a place to live that they called home. A wide range, hm? A percieved insult to being homeless.
What to have for supper? I’m not hungry.
I posted my first profanity the other night. (I think it was the first out here) I was quoting from a movie. unless bitch counts as a profanity, in which case, I was talking about a whining-fest I was planning on having tonight.
I’m still behind in scrabble. my oppponent is truly mighty.
I had to do it. not meant to offend, just getting too many folks to read. I still like you all. I just can’t keep up.
glad to see you back around, I hope you don’t mind me reciprocating the link. If you do, feel free to let me know….
Well, I got into work an hour an a half ago, and still haven’t managed to accomplish anything of significant value.
Lunch time already, and I ordered a big honking veggie & cheese sub on wheat, extra oregano, no onions. yummy. Will I get to eat it before going out tonight for Thai? Probably not.
The scabble game continues, with Cider crushing me soundly beneath her well-heeled, yet remarkably sexy, shiny boot. I have 35 points, and she has 54, and it’s my turn, just now. My great word? As. as in, “as in.” I’m painted into a corner, and cursing my devil tiles. not much room to move!
You’re On the Verge
We won’t call the Vice Squad quite yet, but you’re just a few crazy nights away from officially becoming “naughty.” You’ve broken your share of rules — maybe had a few flings, taken some serious risks, embellished the truth every now and again to save your skin — but you’re still nice when it counts. If it’s dangerous, cruel, or really illegal, chances are you haven’t done it. Which is probably just as it should be. We all like to walk on the wild side now and then (it can be so much fun to be bad!), but it’s important to strike a balance and keep your urges in check. You’re doing pretty darn well so far — keep up the good work!
My going out plans have been stymied. I guess this means I was fated to do laundry tonight after all. drat.
*sigh* and now I am over it. Tomorrow, I go out for Thai food with JenJen, where we will comiserate about the lack of good local talent and how much better life would be if we found jobs, mates, and living areas better suited to our needs. Yes, a whiny bitchfest. But, I have some good news to tell her this time around, in that I’ll be changing jobs soon, and a crush on a sweet gal. I understand she’s heading out on a date tonight, so maybe I’ll get an earful, too!
Who knows?
I just wanted you all to know.
my middle name is Prescott.
Now you know why I go by Scotto.
My first name, Gregory, I share with my father, and his. That, too, is why I go by Scotto.
What’s your middle name?
Way up high in the Rolie Polie sky
is the little round planet
of a really nice guy.
He’s Rolie Polie Olie.
He’s small and smart and round
and in his land of curves and curls
he’s the swellest kid around.
I had heard of the Bermuda Triangle before my experience – its legend has a permanent place in the American pop culture. But I didn’t believe any of the stranger stories – after all, there’s always an explanation for a missing boat, or a missing plane. Behind every mystery there are logical conclusions to be drawn, once you’re past the forest of ghost stories and urban legend.
Right?
The Bermuda Triangle, as you see in the map, is an area bordered by Bermuda, Cuba, Puerto Rico and Ft. Lauderdale, Florida. The four imaginary lines form a perfect triangle. [edit, 4 years later. I can’t believe nobody has pointed out the number of sides.]
The legend of the Triangle really began in 1945, with the disappearance of Flight 19. Five Navy bombers vanished in the waters within the Triangle, and no trace of them was ever found – no planes, no wreckage, nothing. Someone did some checking into the ghostly history of the area, and saw one account after another that could not be explained by Earthly means. One even comes from Christopher Columbus, who logged bizarre phenomena there, including spinning compasses and a sky that changed to psychedelic colors before his eyes. The legend was born.
Theories abound about what happened to Flight 19 and its 27 men. But the Bermuda Triangle has yielded no clues, and the leader of the flight, Lt. Charles Taylor, refuses comment to this very day.
What will follow on this pages is my own story, not as costly as the loss of Flight 19 – but every bit as bizarre.
Coming soon. .
trashy escapist romance novels, has officially reached 20. la Trav would be so proud of us!
hooray! Yipe! I should get ready for work! enough net goofing until I get there!
See you chilluns soon.
Petfish linked to me.. must invesitgate the site now.