Mildly chilly today (was feeling like 40 this morning. I had a cat under the covers.) I wonder if temperature has an effect on kids going missing, considering Mona’s good fortune last night.

I can only imagine that’s it’s snowy-snowy in points North today. Hopefully, folks are staying safe.

Reduced-fat Triscuits are yucky. Don’t bother.

Human clock: Click the pics for up-to-the-minute accuracy.

DVDRhelp has Region-free hacks.

Van Helsing… So cheesy. You know, Bruce Campbell could’ve pulled that role off, though Jackman looks the part, too.

Random Scotto’s dad factoid: He referred to my (or his, or my brother’s) teeth as “snags”. As in, “Don’t forget to brush your snags after your shower!” Where he picked up that from, I may never know…none of use are really snaggle-toothed…Heavens to Murgatroyd, no! He’d been using it since I could recognize speech. I’m guilty of using the term myself, now.

I’m glad to see something positive there…

Sarmad talks about how the US Army is rebuilding schools and what that means to Iraqi children and their nation. His English is a little rough, but it’s from the heart, and it lets us know that despite the carping of the liberal press, we continue to do good work in Iraq. It isn’t all about bombings and body count.

-via bandicoot

Don’t hesitate on this one: This bootleg mash-up is a virtuoso 39-minute musical journey in which dozens of pop tracks from the past several decades are sampled, layered, spliced, time-stretched, edited and compiled into one utterly amazing sonic blast. Warning: It’s a 53MB file; so dial-up users you’ve been duly warned! (Bottom line is get it while it lasts.) Oh yes, be sure to print out the full track list.

Torrent Reactor – another lovely bittorrent site.

Ah, I’ll miss you, Cap’n Kangaroo. I got an extra-long dose of your show growing up, with a younger brother who was into “picture pages” starring Bill Cosby and his trusty pencil “Mortimer Ichabod Marker”, complete with follow-along workbook. I liked the old regime of Grandfather Clock, Dancing Bear, Mr. Moose and Mr. Bunny Rabbit (who I thought was a girl, despite the Mister… those Granny glasses convinced me at a young, young age.)

Well, Mona got off easy last night… *no* calls at all. that’s got to be some kind of record for a Friday. I hope the same luck continues the rest of this weekend.

Robert E. Howard, the grandfather of sword and sorcery fiction, would have been ninety-eight years old yesterday. The creator of Conan, Kull, Solomon Kane, and several Cthulhu Mythos stories died far too young after losing the battle with his personal demons. If you’ve never read his work, you’re missing out on a lot. The Robert E. Howard United Press Association has a lot of resources about him and his work. (A lot more than just Arnold lopping off James Earl Jones’ noggin, and rolling it down stairs.)

I’m evil …I edited out Sally (like Stalin did to Der Commissar) to economize on my dancing Linus icon. The Hey-Ya Charlie Brown link moved *fast* over LJ.

Top 100 Usenet groups, by bytes posted

Robot Belly-dancer Continue reading 6424 So Long, Cap, & robo-dancer. →

Ah, I’ll miss you, Cap’n Kangaroo. I got an extra-long dose of your show growing up, with a younger brother who was into “picture pages” starring Bill Cosby and his trusty pencil “Mortimer Ichabod Marker”, complete with follow-along workbook. I liked the old regime of Grandfather Clock, Dancing Bear, Mr. Moose and Mr. Bunny Rabbit (who I thought was a girl, despite the Mister… those Granny glasses convinced me at a young, young age.)

Well, Mona got off easy last night… *no* calls at all. that’s got to be some kind of record for a Friday. I hope the same luck continues the rest of this weekend.

Robert E. Howard, the grandfather of sword and sorcery fiction, would have been ninety-eight years old yesterday. The creator of Conan, Kull, Solomon Kane, and several Cthulhu Mythos stories died far too young after losing the battle with his personal demons. If you’ve never read his work, you’re missing out on a lot. The Robert E. Howard United Press Association has a lot of resources about him and his work. (A lot more than just Arnold lopping off James Earl Jones’ noggin, and rolling it down stairs.)

I’m evil …I edited out Sally (like Stalin did to Der Commissar) to economize on my dancing Linus icon. The Hey-Ya Charlie Brown link moved *fast* over LJ.

Top 100 Usenet groups, by bytes posted

Robot Belly-dancer Continue reading 6424 So Long, Cap, & robo-dancer. →

I was Ba-ad. To celebrate Mona going on call (even though I’m home, and on “Mona-call” in case she has trouble) I picked up a big honking banana bread at the Jamacian food place up the street. I don’t expect it to make it past Saturday Night. Very Dense, very rich. Doesn’t need the cream cheese, but it’s available, just the same. I got some curried veggie patties and rice, too. Quite tasty, but a bit over my WW budget.

I’ve avoided most of the Dean music remixes, but this one is pretty dang funny.

Hey Ya, Charlie Brown. – Outkast meets Peanuts

I’ve always liked Shermy’s Frankenstein dance, though Linus wins the day again with his arm-shake and stomp (The closest to my own dance stylings as a 6-year old). Frieda’s seems to be getting into things the most … shaking her naturally curly hair all over the place.

There’s some sort of recognition that an older woman at the bus terminal gives me every day. I don’t know if I remind her of someone she knows from elsewhere, or if I just strike her as a suspicious character, but she gives me the hairy eyeball first thing she sees me. The first time it happened, I looked to see if perhaps I’d spilled some toothpaste o my shirt or something, but no, she’s just putting on a pickle-puss for some reason of her own. She’s got a lot of smile-lines around her eyes…I’d like to see them put to use.

I see at least two different types of evangelism most mornings…the JW’s at the bus stop daily, and sometimes a pair or trio of Mormon guys on bikes in ties. It’s to the Mormons’ credit that they always appear genuinely friendly, as opposed to the blank-looking Jehovah’s Witnesses. Very rarely, there is a Hare Krishnan (Is that the proper term?) riding the bus, too they, like the LDS missionaries are quite friendly and willing to cheerfully talk with you, though they look for a handout at the end of the conversation. Talking with a nice person can make travel fun, even if you dont share the same theology.

Maybe its because the JW’s have been told to stop the hard sell at the terminal, that they’re now are silent, standing at every so many stops, holding copies of Awake! and Watchtower face outward in offering for people to take them. Not a word is said… and even more eerily, not a smile or acknowledgement. You could get the same results by dressing some manikins in fairly nice clothes…well, maybe not. There’s less chance of someone defacing stuff with an actual human nearby.

I wonder how the folks that work at the terminal feel about people that aren’t there to use the facilities in the way that they were intended. I imagine most don’t care, though I suspect at least a couple must get annoyed at the extra people taking up space and blocking the flow of commuters. There are always at least three or four police officers at the terminal, so real social problems rarely happen they arrest the occasional drunk or angry pair of guys scuffling, but aside from that, it seems to be an easy gig.

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Newt’s really digging his new toy.. he’s taken to walking it around the apartment. I wonder how much of that behavior is instinct, and how much is learned… I’ve had him since he was three weeks old… I know he never learned the “death shake” from his birth-mom… but toting things around by mouth is something he’s done since he was 1/16 his current mass.

Why is pork shoulder called “butt”? I’d think the rump would be more appropriate.

SUDDEN GIANT NOSTRIL GALLERY

Male nipple removal, odd body modification – warning: this is pretty gross. Oh, the things you can see on LJ.

Pets With Their Heads In Bags of Food

Penguins have extraordinary pooing powers, according to a team of scientists from a German university. Continue reading 6421 Linka-dinka-dee. →

Last night, kittybecca‘s house burned down. She, her children, their bunnies and her housemates escaped with the clothes on their backs and minor smoke inhalation. They lost everything else–even their shoes.

relevantpink has set up a donations page. Please, if you can’t do anything else, spare a moment to wish kittybecca and her family some good fortune. Pass the donation site on to someone else who may be able to help out. Any amount will help–$5 will buy a pair of shoes at Salvation Army.

Someone on LJ recently raised over $400 to pay for a trip to a con. Let’s put that generosity to work for a family who truly needs it.

*NEEDED ITEMS* Laura wears a size 14 in children’s clothing and size 5 in Women’s shoes (and whatever the kid equivalent is). Leah wears a size 8-10 clothes, and size 1 in children’s shoes.
-Rabbit Water Bottle
-Rabbit food
-Size 7.5 Women’s shoes
-Size large sweats and tees
-and pretty much anything else…

(via tarpo)

Updated info – Continue reading PSA →

SINGAPORE (AP) – People in strait-laced Singapore were urged Monday to act like monkeys – the Chinese zodiac sign for the coming Lunar year – for the sake of their country. Continue reading 6420 – A new day, a new year….Kung Hee Fat Choy, ook ook! →

Took the long route home, by water bus. Stopped off at the pet store, and got Newtie a little present of fresh cat grass seed, and a fountain soda for myself (a root beer with vanilla ice cream float at the used bookstore, to be precise.)

There was a tour group on the water bus, so the captain gave some guide talk… I didn’t realize that in the 30s they made the first three Johnny Weissmuller Tarzan flicks just up the street from my house in an (at the time) undeveloped area of the New River. Also saw Jay Leno’s tourist place, and Lee Majors’s home. Funny, I’ve never seen the actors when out and about. (I did see James Coburn, once, though, a few years back.)

It was fairly overcast and cool today, but not so much that I’d call it brisk.

Pictures from the water bus, and on the wall by the used bookstore

I got a nice compliment from the Gray Pumpkin yesterday about my perspective on things being a draw to my journal.

Old Palm Doodles – I really should go back to scribbling more.

Free Band Names – There are some good ones. I particularly like –

• SEX IS A BULLFIGHT?
• THE WINTER THE ROBOTS FELL IN LOVE
• HOBO TOOTH

Diet coke with Lime… love the taste of citrus, and diet coke is yummy, but if it’s anything like diet coke with lemon, I’ll pass.

Current shower song… I sang it in a deep baritone this morning. I fear I may continue singing it as I walk the curb. It’s a good tune to bellow in full hair-down, scary monster mode.

The Sinister Ducks – March of the Sinister Ducks – MP3 ~3meg

Lyrics

Nifty word found (or refound) today –

crapulent (KRAP-yuh-luhnt) adjective

Sick from excessive drinking or eating.

[From Late Latin crapulentus (very drunk), from Latin crapula (drunkenness), from Greek kraipal (hangover, drunkenness).]

The Historical Museum of Southern Florida is located in the heart of Miami, the Gateway of the Americas, and is accredited by the American Association of Museums.

Piles of Fun – Hippocrates’ treatment for hemorrhoids, 400 B.C.: Continue reading 6417 And It's Tuesday. →

Nifty word found (or refound) today –

crapulent (KRAP-yuh-luhnt) adjective

Sick from excessive drinking or eating.

[From Late Latin crapulentus (very drunk), from Latin crapula (drunkenness), from Greek kraipal (hangover, drunkenness).]

The Historical Museum of Southern Florida is located in the heart of Miami, the Gateway of the Americas, and is accredited by the American Association of Museums.

Piles of Fun – Hippocrates’ treatment for hemorrhoids, 400 B.C.: Continue reading 6417 And It’s Tuesday. →

Happy Birthday, flying_blind!

Saw Big Fish with Danny last night…(Peter Pan started a smidgen too early) it was good, but I saw it maybe jut a little too soon after Ted passing away. It was quite enjoyable overall. I really didn’t notice the score to the movie…which was supposedly fantastic, but it didn’t stick in my skull at all. The Preview for Spidey2 looked good, too! Doc Ock is squatly stocky after all, has the dark glasses and moderately bad haircut.

Before the movies, the air was cool and fresh after a few hours rain, so we walked from my place to Las Olas. We had conversation over delicious bread, *huge* garden salads and Bass Ale in front of the Big City Tavern…(We didn’t go to the propane-smelling bridge-place, because it was closed) we watched people go by, and gabbed about religion, the clothes young people are wearing these days, and Tolkien, mostly. A lot of our usual topics just didn’t come up. The servers were excellent… left us alone, but slid in when we needed anything. We roamed up the street, past the singing fountain.. it was doing a Paul McCartney gig… Live and Let Die, and Magical Mystery Tour. It was especially well-synced to the Bond song.

After the movie, there was a lot of low-hanging mist or cloud cover, allowing for city lights to reflect back… it was pretty surreal.. made the horizon, and sky look like a movie backdrop.

Some Pictures

Happy Birthday, flying_blind!

Saw Big Fish with Danny last night…(Peter Pan started a smidgen too early) it was good, but I saw it maybe jut a little too soon after Ted passing away. It was quite enjoyable overall. I really didn’t notice the score to the movie…which was supposedly fantastic, but it didn’t stick in my skull at all. The Preview for Spidey2 looked good, too! Doc Ock is squatly stocky after all, has the dark glasses and moderately bad haircut.

Before the movies, the air was cool and fresh after a few hours rain, so we walked from my place to Las Olas. We had conversation over delicious bread, *huge* garden salads and Bass Ale in front of the Big City Tavern…(We didn’t go to the propane-smelling bridge-place, because it was closed) we watched people go by, and gabbed about religion, the clothes young people are wearing these days, and Tolkien, mostly. A lot of our usual topics just didn’t come up. The servers were excellent… left us alone, but slid in when we needed anything. We roamed up the street, past the singing fountain.. it was doing a Paul McCartney gig… Live and Let Die, and Magical Mystery Tour. It was especially well-synced to the Bond song.

After the movie, there was a lot of low-hanging mist or cloud cover, allowing for city lights to reflect back… it was pretty surreal.. made the horizon, and sky look like a movie backdrop.

Some Pictures

Rainy-day Sunday. So much for any sort of extended outing with Danny. Dinner and a movie might be the extent of it. (If that.) Should I give up now? Thor’s right. Who knows? With Florida weather, it could dry up, and just make for a lovely evening in a few hours. I’ll roll my dice, and take my chances. Maybe Goldilocks with the helmet will help out and cut me some slack.
2 cam images from today inside/outside