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8057 – 12/26/05 bull iguana by the lake

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12/26/05 bull iguana by the lake
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Male iguanas develop an orange to orange-red coloring as breeding season approaches. In some iguanas, the orange color may be diffuse over the entire body. In others, the orange can be concentrated in several areas including the dewlap, spikes, body, and legs. Female iguanas can also develop this orange coloration, though it is usually less intense.

Dominant males and females often retain the orange color past the breeding season. The orange color will persist if there are other iguanas present, or even dogs, cats, and people, over whom the iguana feels dominant.

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8056 – 12/26/05 bull iguana by the lake

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Green iguanas originate from the rain forests of northern Mexico to southeastern Brazil where the temperatures and humidity are high. Iguanas live in the trees and bask in the sun. They eat only vegetation: up to 50 different kinds of leaves, flowers, and fruits.

Green iguanas are egg layers. Like many turtles, the eggs are buried in the sand by the mother and once the eggs hatch, the hatchlings are on their own. They can grow up to 7 feet in length and weigh 25 pounds. With proper care, they may live 15 years or more.

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8051 – Monday day off! Booyah!

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GeotargetGot some 2L wonderful holiday cheer from Herm via email… I’m really looking forward to hopping back in there. The motherboard and memoryt is back in place, just waiting on the graphics card now (which was supposed to have arrived a week or more ago)

Lo! in the middle of the wood,
The folded leaf is woo’d from out the bud
With winds upon the branch, and there
Grows green and broad, and takes no care,
Sun-steep’d at noon, and in the moon
Nightly dew-fed; and turning yellow
Falls, and floats adown the air.
Lo! sweeten’d with the summer light,
The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow,
Drops in a silent autumn night.
All its allotted length of days,
The flower ripens in its place,
Ripens and fades, and falls, and hath no toil,
Fast-rooted in the fruitful soil.

~ Tennyson

Newton had a great Christmas morning… I gave him a gift bag full of paper wads. He went for it pretty confidently, took a paw, turned it on its side and grabbed one, and smacked it around. I have little doubt that he’ll use the big bag as a hideout, too. I’ve got a spray bottle of “liquid catnip” but haven’t used it yet.. I was going to recharge some of his toys with it, but he’s still pretty fond of grabbing them, and raking with his rear claws, purring all the while without needing one. Newt gave me my favorite present, too, just some morning lovies.

Went to Christmas party at Cathi’s Folks… it was lovely, a beautiful study in organized chaos. I wasn’t Santa’s helper this year, Joe took the role, which was pretty awesomely done. He did a great job, and the gazillion kidlets ate it up.

Speaking of eating things up, Mama ‘borg sent me home with a pile of food. stuffed shells, Christmas cookies, cake, cauliflower salad, and muchy good cheer. Stephen and Elizabeth are so much older now, Allie and Nicole are both quite grown, too! A lot can happen to a kid in 4 years. Nicole looks like 16 or more at 14, and I can’t believe Steven’s old enough to drive now.

Mayah and her sis were running pretty wild on holiday sweets, santa excitement and general overstimulation. Dave had already gotten his fill of the insanity a bit before I arrived, but he’s very good about keeping his cool. Cathi thrives in whirlwind chaos, so it wasn’t a big thing for her.

I met Rosie at last, and she’s a sweetheart, and her son is Mayah’s “boyfriend” (they’re both 5).

I still possess the power of being a big teddy bear to the kidlets. Apparently, I’m a big, soft jungle gym for tykes to maul, which was fine by me. Allie was doting on me once I commented on how good the cookies she made were.( She was the star kid of the party, anyhow. Usually the youngest, she got a chance to shine by being the “big girl” with the littler kidlets by helping and leading without being bossy. )

Dick did a good job communicating without his robo-voice… his prosthetic allows him to cap off airflow and talk with a hoarse whisper now, rather than the cylon-voicebox he was using before. He’s had a lot carved out of him during his fight with the big C. Mouth, throat, lung, but now he’s healthy as a proverbial horse.

500+ colors (via world of stuff)

1 year ago – Mel gifts, chrismahanukwanzakah, speed up firefox, disasteroid

2 years ago – Newtie Headbutt, Work mission

3 years ago – Scottovia, bro confession to me, pepys, cat code

4 years ago – dream fragment, internal dialog comes out, satan in the olympics

5 years ago – Boxing day, word galaxy, Life/panagrams, Whitman

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8049 – written on the bus

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GeotargetDeerfield is a sort of buffer zone between Boca Raton (home of the golden girls and polo grounds) and Fort Lauderdale (Wealthy tourists slumming away from South Beach and 20-30something party central for those not up to the gyrations of Miami.)

Boca was my stomping grounds while at FAU and the library… my first solo apartment was a a dinky studio behind Mizner park. It was a pretty laid-back lifestyle, all told. Work at the BBCL, hang out / game with JTD (later, game with graypumpkin and the two squads; Wu’s on one day, Pam on the other.) Crushing/hanging out with Sheleah (Sheila) at Liberties, watching quantum leap at the house. Hermit crabs as pets. So broke that I couldn’t afford a telephone, let alone the internet. Gaming, school, and reading were my primary hobbies, but I dug playing a wide assortment of pirated Atari ST games when I could wrangle them from Brett. I learned Unix and a lot of CAD at that time, too. (free software and free time begot an education… who knew?)

I didn’t much mind being lower class in Boca. I knew a lot of nice people, was safe, and in relatively good health, save for when my back went out. GP & Katt helped me a great deal during that time, which is something that I really appreciate to this day. Also helpful were the Wu’s, during my homeless phase, not to mention Danny and his wife pulling my fat out of the fire, too… I get along poorly with friend’s wives, save for Katt, but she wasn’t a wife of a friend, she actually fell into he friend slot on her own… just happened to be married to another friend (I could hang out with either/or, or both at the same time, it was all good). I miss gabbing with her now and then. Though we cleared the air a few years back, conversation didn’t really resume like it did with her hubby.

A lot of things have happened in my life since then. Pompano was quite a paradigm shift. I was pretty depressed from about 6 months before GP & Katt moved west through about ’95-96. I met and hung out with the hippies, self-medicated with kind bud, drum circles and actually dancing a bit. They welcomed me and gave me a chance to reboot my brain with mushroom tea, lots of affection and camp outs. That gave me much opportunity to soften my armor and relax a bit.

The thing about Deerfield is that it’s to Boca as Pompano is to Fort Lauderdale. or, Delray’s equal to the South. I don’t know for sure yet, but I think that I might just prefer smaller towns, as long as the cool stuff is still reasonably nearby. Museums, theaters, books are all right around the bend, without as much hubbub.

When I ride the bus from Deerfield, through Pompano to Lauderdale, I feel emotional warm and cold spots. Specific regions make me happier or sadder… and one block sort of makes me feel very, very tired. I’m not sure what sets it off… time of day doesn’t seem to enter into the picture. Maybe some kind of subconscious reaction to a building or landscape? Who can say? Maybe certain feelings pool in different areas until other people pick them up or cancel them out? I’m prone to suspect that it’s more a weird Scotto thing than an “external emotion projector bombarding me” thing.

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