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#6227 babbling about mean / hostile people

It’s very sad when some people are so hateful or mean-spirited, especially toward people I care about. The urge to be cruel in an individual is an ugly, nasty thing for the most part. What’s worse, it’s infectious.

When it comes down to me, there have been a few elements that have led to hostility. In times past, finding a common enemy is the fastest way to make the wrong kind of friends. Joining with someone else to belittle a third party was a very easy trap to fall into, especially if the third party knows nothing about it. I’ve been guilty of instigating and joining into that sort of nonsense more times than I can count, really, only realizing it upon later reflection do I feel bad about it. Pam was someone that brought out my mean side (and I imagine I brought hers out, too), to the point that I really didn’t like the person I was when she was around. We were great friends, but that friendship seemed to be almost fueled on some sort of smug sense of superiority and taking shots at others. When we had run out of enemies to remover, we turned our respective gun-barrels on one another. I can honestly say that I’ve been a much better person without her around as a catalyst for those mannerisms and behaviors, and I daresay that she’s probably in a similar situation. I don’t know what’d happen if we got together and talked these days… I like to think that I’d know better than to fall into that habit again, but who knows? I don’t foresee that ever happening, anyhow. Where we were once best friends, she saw to it that that friendship was brought to an end not once, but twice. I don’t see it being worth any effort to open communications a third time.

I’ve got friendships salvaged with Ray, a longstanding one with Danny, and newer friendships both online and off with my sweetheart, the hippies, some LJers and Therians. I consider Doug Wu a friend, though I don’t get to speak with him as often as I’d like. Honestly, I don’t spend enough time with the majority of my friends.. .Danny’s about the only one I communicate with as regularly as I’d prefer. Anyhow, back to general hostilities, and why.

In recent years, I’ve been known to be amazingly hostile and nasty in return to folks that have:

  • Hurt, knowingly or unknowingly, people that I care about
  • Invaded my territory without permission first
  • Broken trust or an oath that I was relying on.
  • Touched me without my permission (either expressed or implied)
  • Tried to threaten my position in business, friendship or love (regardless of whether or not that threat had any strength behind it.)

I try my best not to be that way these days, though sometimes the uglies get out… especially if I’m tired or really fed up. I’ve found that staying clear-headed in the face of most drama and trauma you usually come out far ahead than if you drop to hostility. That’s not to say that I let people walk all over me… I just try to keep a cool head, and defuse them with clear thought. That usually works far better than doing anything harsh, cruel or petty. My fuse is pretty long, but some things wear on my nerves. It should be clarified that this mostly applies to strangers… I don’t mind friendly hugs and don’t trust strangers enough to worry about them breaking an oath.

Danny has told me that he sometimes feels more mean or nasty when his chemistry is out of whack, and I can agree with that. He’s generally a happy, friendly guy, with very little interest in being hostile, but I’ve seen cracks in his armor form once or twice.

All of that said, I’m usually the exact opposite of mean…downright nice, even. I take a lot of pleasure in welcoming new people “into the fold” at work or other social groups, and getting to know them. I’m usually even nice to people I dislike, for the sake of diplomacy, if nothing else. Speaking of people I dislike, but tolerate… my insurance company: my shampoo-nurse came by, and my hair is clean, but my scalp is tingly from being scrubbed for the first time in over a week. bleah. I hope I never have to wait that long again.


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#6226 staple pic, cheshire cat

Talked to the brother, and it looks like he likes his new job well enough to stay with it, until he finds one he’s more interested in.

Back is mending reasonably well. (cut to spare those who don’t like staples or cuts or ick.) Portions have filled all the way to the top already. I figure the staples are totally ready to be removed. I’m a pretty fast healer.

Looks a bit like a zipper.

#6225 – lj fix.

Hmm.. my journal’s layout reverted last night to default.

I checked status.livejournal.org, and got –

The maintenance on the Santa cluster is now complete.

Users who are using the S1 style system may find that their journal style has been reset to the Default LiveJournal style. This was an unintentional bug that was introduced when developers were trying to fix another bug. You will have to re-select your preferred style now that it has been fixed.

D’oh! I just got bounced to Santa the other day because the Ribeye was being naughty!

Dadburn it! Back to the Modify Journal page. At least my calendar view and friends view wasn’t horked.

There.. that’s better.

#6224 helpful ebook, Frankie's around, DVD strength, killer locusts, lyric search

via ldy‘s journal –
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A dear friend of mine writes:

I’ve been involved in a truly inspiring story about a woman of extraordinary courage. Liz DiVivo was a 36 year old wife and mother of two lovely girls. And just a few months after she finished her Master’s degree, she suddenly was struck with a rare and incurable disease.

The story of her wait for two years for a double lung and heart transplant is one of the most gripping stories I have read in my life. Liz did get her transplant back at the beginning of August, 2003 — and the amazing thing is, she was just released from the hospital and is on her way to a tremendous recovery.

I thought I should let you know because you can download a free ebook Liz wrote for the whole two years she was waiting for her transplant. I guarantee, you’ll laugh, and you’ll cry, but most of all, you’ll take some rich lessons about life from this amazing woman. It is an easy read, with just a page for each day. It’s called “Believing in Second Changes: The Story of a Life.” You can read it with the Adobe Reader.

http://www.lizfund.org/download/Liz%20DeVivo%20Believing%20in%20Second%20Chances.pdf

At the site they also have some great pictures of Liz and her family, and you can get up-to-the-minute updates on entries to her diary. If you want a get a dose of true inspiration, I recommend you visit there now, and read Liz’s diary.

This is to those of you who have decent exposure… we have put together this eBook of basically Liz’s online journal she kept for all this time, and we are attempting to have people download it, and with enough downloads, perhaps be able to pitch it to a real publisher who’d make a printed copy and give Liz and her family some much needed money (if you have any idea how much these things cost, you can imagine, even a book deal probably won’t cover her expenses… but she is alive!)

This is mainly directed at Ldy, who has the power to not only get her friends to download this, but those friends to spread it to their friends. A real meme, so to speak.

Consider it done, Scooter.

If you can, folks, please do right-click on this link— it’s only a ten second download on broadband. I’m already in the middle of two other books, and yet am finding it a compelling read.

And please do pass on the link as well.

The rest of her site is here: http://www.lizfund.org/

It’s easy to become jaded in this online world, where so many people are not what they seem.

Take ten seconds and a chance, and open your heart just a wee bit, k?

Thanks 🙂
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Landlord walking more people through to inspect the roof, to sell the place. I look forward to showing them the scary element that’s in the closet. He called at 10pm last night to let me know.. getting better about notifications.. but not much. I’m just glad that I’m home while they’re doing the walkthroughs.. I *really* hate folks walking through my place (potentially letting newt get out) when I’m not home. I would’ve had to tell them that they’ll need to reschedule…I wonder if he would’ve, or pulled something sneaky?

Frankie is still living next door. I asked LL about it, and he mentioned that he was being “relocated”. I wonder what that means, exactly?


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#6224 helpful ebook, Frankie’s around, DVD strength, killer locusts, lyric search

via ldy‘s journal –
– – – – – – – – – – – – –

A dear friend of mine writes:

I’ve been involved in a truly inspiring story about a woman of extraordinary courage. Liz DiVivo was a 36 year old wife and mother of two lovely girls. And just a few months after she finished her Master’s degree, she suddenly was struck with a rare and incurable disease.

The story of her wait for two years for a double lung and heart transplant is one of the most gripping stories I have read in my life. Liz did get her transplant back at the beginning of August, 2003 — and the amazing thing is, she was just released from the hospital and is on her way to a tremendous recovery.

I thought I should let you know because you can download a free ebook Liz wrote for the whole two years she was waiting for her transplant. I guarantee, you’ll laugh, and you’ll cry, but most of all, you’ll take some rich lessons about life from this amazing woman. It is an easy read, with just a page for each day. It’s called “Believing in Second Changes: The Story of a Life.” You can read it with the Adobe Reader.

http://www.lizfund.org/download/Liz%20DeVivo%20Believing%20in%20Second%20Chances.pdf

At the site they also have some great pictures of Liz and her family, and you can get up-to-the-minute updates on entries to her diary. If you want a get a dose of true inspiration, I recommend you visit there now, and read Liz’s diary.

This is to those of you who have decent exposure… we have put together this eBook of basically Liz’s online journal she kept for all this time, and we are attempting to have people download it, and with enough downloads, perhaps be able to pitch it to a real publisher who’d make a printed copy and give Liz and her family some much needed money (if you have any idea how much these things cost, you can imagine, even a book deal probably won’t cover her expenses… but she is alive!)

This is mainly directed at Ldy, who has the power to not only get her friends to download this, but those friends to spread it to their friends. A real meme, so to speak.

Consider it done, Scooter.

If you can, folks, please do right-click on this link— it’s only a ten second download on broadband. I’m already in the middle of two other books, and yet am finding it a compelling read.

And please do pass on the link as well.

The rest of her site is here: http://www.lizfund.org/

It’s easy to become jaded in this online world, where so many people are not what they seem.

Take ten seconds and a chance, and open your heart just a wee bit, k?

Thanks 🙂
– – – – – – – – – – – – –


Landlord walking more people through to inspect the roof, to sell the place. I look forward to showing them the scary element that’s in the closet. He called at 10pm last night to let me know.. getting better about notifications.. but not much. I’m just glad that I’m home while they’re doing the walkthroughs.. I *really* hate folks walking through my place (potentially letting newt get out) when I’m not home. I would’ve had to tell them that they’ll need to reschedule…I wonder if he would’ve, or pulled something sneaky?

Frankie is still living next door. I asked LL about it, and he mentioned that he was being “relocated”. I wonder what that means, exactly?


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#6223 50 icons! Pellucidar. City of Dead girls

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Um, holy cow, I now have 50 images available as icons. I can’t even think of what to use them all for. Maybe every “current mood?” as it stands, I think I’ve resent every icon I’ve *ever* used for more than 2 entries back into storage now.

Very cool that they mentioned Pellucidar on the Tarzan cartoon tonight. Someone has been doing genre homework. (At the Earth’s Core is where I cribbed most of my info for Doc Firestone and the Gusano)


Ciudad Juarez is known as ‘the city of the dead girls’. In 10 years almost 400 women have been murdered in this city on the border between Mexico and El Paso, Texas, and the killings continue. Now a courageous Mexican-American journalist is alleging a group of six businessmen is behind the slaughter. Described as ‘untouchables’, their wealth puts them above the law. Their motive is said to be blood sport. Continue reading #6223 50 icons! Pellucidar. City of Dead girls

#6222

They brought a 3-step commode over today.. um.. I’m using the regular john, just fine, and you’re only a week late, guys. I accepted it, but am not sure about where I’ll put the thing.

Hair-nurse still hasn’t arrived, was supposed to come by this morning.

I swear, this insurance company will deliver a coffin a month after a scheduled burial… It’s all been too little, too late. Liberty Mutual, I weep for your clients. I cannot advise strongly enough about leaving that group, if they’re your provider.

I’ve been getting calls today from a “Sapphire Group” in Tampa that found my resume (from February-ish) and is wanting to interview me. Very interesting. I’ll talk with them on the phone more later, out of courtesy, but I suspect odds to be slim on my wanting to head up there right now. It’d take a really powerful offer to lure me from ACIM and Ft Laud… plus, I’m still in mending mode.


Blotter Acid Art


Two Zombies Later – Strange and Unusual Music form the Exotica Mailing list Very cool stuff. I’m going to grab it all. Bongo Avenger is pretty darn groovy. (CD 1, Track 2)


Eye placement in 500 years of portraits.


Time Tales –is a collection of found photographs. found at flea-markets, thrift-shops, some are scooped up from streets and alleyways, fallen from an overstuffed bag or torn pocket. others turn up in a cabinet’s hidden compartment, found while wandering the rooms of an abandoned house. now the photos exist by themselves, lost in time. time tales does not want to reveal their mysteries. time tales asks to be the new home for lost photos, a resting place, for the nameless and the lost.


Lombergar – Some very good, bizarre digital art.


Ambient Orb slowly transitions between thousands of colors to show changes in the weather, the health of your stock portfolio, or if your boss or kid is on instant messenger FAQ


Bitrex! The Bitterest substance known. “The first use of Bitrex simply as a taste aversive was in a cream to prevent tail-biting in pigs.”


Nicole Tran Ba Vang – pseudo-skin art, nsfw, but very interesting. nomi‘s icon is this one. (check out her latest travelogue!)

#6220

Finally got a good night’s rest…In conjunction with a 2 hour power nap midday.

Wowie Zowie! Permanent Accounts have 20 icons, now! (and paid accounts can also buy up to 20 for $10 a year.. seems steep, but I know a lot of people that’ll go for it.) Why, I remember, back in the day,when people had no icons and by cracky, they liked it just fine! The addition of userpics was a good idea, though. I’m itchin’ to know what the up-and-coming fun stuff is, too. (I really don’t use more than four or five icons, generally, but it’s nice to have the option for variety. I didn’t have a user icon for about a month or two into having my journal.

Apparently rumor has it that audio posts are coming soon.

Weird. I wonder why they changed my LJ clustermap‘s colors.. and why the color borders are wrong on some parts. I suspect the parsing of friend’s lists is off. I do like that the search feature is active, now. I can look at the City of Baghdad, for example, and spot journals to peek at there. (I’m really not interested in the “questionnaire search” but I could see where it’d be handy to locate like-minded people to gather in meatspace.


Trans-gender star trek spider-man is just wrong, but a bunch of guys dressed up as AIM agents is dang cool.


Meow Memory, the kitten Memory Game.


Cool Mathematical Sculptures.


Info on the New Windows Build – Longhorn

current mood: Pretty good!
current music: John B – We Like the Music (Latino mix)

#6219 borg parts, cat wrasslin', Dan sick, still need a hair wash

Running my hand lightly over my bandage…I count the bumpy ridges of the staples there. Nine, equally spaced, they remind me of rings used to hold a shower curtain in place. I wonder what the clinking of them being removed would sound like in a glass ashtray…I envision the sound being similar to bullet being removed and placed in a metal tray like some sort of slow scene in the middle of an action hero’s film, being repaired in a grimy doctor’s office after crawling away from a gunfight… left for dead.

Maybe it’s more like a row of scuta… (singular scute)

The ozone in the air is making Newt bouncy and full of the wrestling-urge…his rear claws rake at my wrist while I rub his tummy. I go to take my hand away, and he grabs on with his front swabs and chomps down on my thumb using just enough pressure to keep it in place. I’m tempted to brush his teeth after wearing him out, but I think he’ll get the week off, until I can handle him more surely.

Dan has a bad case of the flu today. I hope he mends soon, and also hope that he didn’t leave flu-germs here. I really don’t want that on top of everything else.

Hair-wash nurse will return tomorrow morning.. she was ill-equipped to deal with me. If I could get in the shower, I wouldn’t need anyone to to help… the idea is that I can’t get the wound wet. She’s coming back with a basin, as I can’t bend under the sink.

#6219 borg parts, cat wrasslin’, Dan sick, still need a hair wash

Running my hand lightly over my bandage…I count the bumpy ridges of the staples there. Nine, equally spaced, they remind me of rings used to hold a shower curtain in place. I wonder what the clinking of them being removed would sound like in a glass ashtray…I envision the sound being similar to bullet being removed and placed in a metal tray like some sort of slow scene in the middle of an action hero’s film, being repaired in a grimy doctor’s office after crawling away from a gunfight… left for dead.

Maybe it’s more like a row of scuta… (singular scute)

The ozone in the air is making Newt bouncy and full of the wrestling-urge…his rear claws rake at my wrist while I rub his tummy. I go to take my hand away, and he grabs on with his front swabs and chomps down on my thumb using just enough pressure to keep it in place. I’m tempted to brush his teeth after wearing him out, but I think he’ll get the week off, until I can handle him more surely.

Dan has a bad case of the flu today. I hope he mends soon, and also hope that he didn’t leave flu-germs here. I really don’t want that on top of everything else.

Hair-wash nurse will return tomorrow morning.. she was ill-equipped to deal with me. If I could get in the shower, I wouldn’t need anyone to to help… the idea is that I can’t get the wound wet. She’s coming back with a basin, as I can’t bend under the sink.

#6218 nighttime visitor, aqua-mobile, Cat's Eye Nebula.

Brother came over last night, late looking to crash (slept on the porch – Newt hair gets him). Apparently he missed the last bus home, so he wanted a place to just rest until he could take off. I was awake, so no big deal… until 3am when he woke me up trying to come inside the apartment looking for a snack, I gave him a smart ones sundae cone (only 2 points! hooray for splenda!) and wished him good night. He woke me again at 6am looking to get $1 for a bus pass (and another sugary snack from the freezer). A pity he wasn’t thinking more clearly, or I could have been only awakened once. I am sleeping more soundly, was very likely to go the whole night.

Thinkin’ about my sweetie, and that makes me smile.

bp is 110/70, haven’t taken any pain meds since right before bed last night. Riva noted that my wound is mending nicely, and nothing should impede staple removal on Friday.

Hmm.. I hope Jonna got my checks deposited ok on Friday… still no reflection, but it is the weekend.

I expect to see the Madre swing by today…she’s nicely picking up some drinks for me. I think Danny is coming by sometime today too, as well as the first visit by the “hairwashing” nurse. I can birdbath ok on my own, but it’s difficult to get my head under the sink.


Terra Wind. Introducing the world’s first luxury Amphibious Motor Coach / Yacht. Perfect for slow moving, or retired supervillians. Hmm… a little tricky, because it’s a freshwater device, but still handy for getaways on lakes or rivers.

They’re working on building a floating tow trailor for a car or pair of jet skis. Pretty cool!

I could see the old Z-squad group petitioning Agent 13 for one of those.

(I’ve seen the earlier “Duck Tours” Style vehicle before, but the bus looks just like an RV.


The Cat’s Eye Nebula. info, and a beautiful image.

#6218 nighttime visitor, aqua-mobile, Cat’s Eye Nebula.

Brother came over last night, late looking to crash (slept on the porch – Newt hair gets him). Apparently he missed the last bus home, so he wanted a place to just rest until he could take off. I was awake, so no big deal… until 3am when he woke me up trying to come inside the apartment looking for a snack, I gave him a smart ones sundae cone (only 2 points! hooray for splenda!) and wished him good night. He woke me again at 6am looking to get $1 for a bus pass (and another sugary snack from the freezer). A pity he wasn’t thinking more clearly, or I could have been only awakened once. I am sleeping more soundly, was very likely to go the whole night.

Thinkin’ about my sweetie, and that makes me smile.

bp is 110/70, haven’t taken any pain meds since right before bed last night. Riva noted that my wound is mending nicely, and nothing should impede staple removal on Friday.

Hmm.. I hope Jonna got my checks deposited ok on Friday… still no reflection, but it is the weekend.

I expect to see the Madre swing by today…she’s nicely picking up some drinks for me. I think Danny is coming by sometime today too, as well as the first visit by the “hairwashing” nurse. I can birdbath ok on my own, but it’s difficult to get my head under the sink.


Terra Wind. Introducing the world’s first luxury Amphibious Motor Coach / Yacht. Perfect for slow moving, or retired supervillians. Hmm… a little tricky, because it’s a freshwater device, but still handy for getaways on lakes or rivers.

They’re working on building a floating tow trailor for a car or pair of jet skis. Pretty cool!

I could see the old Z-squad group petitioning Agent 13 for one of those.

(I’ve seen the earlier “Duck Tours” Style vehicle before, but the bus looks just like an RV.


The Cat’s Eye Nebula. info, and a beautiful image.

Hmm. I’m very prone to nibble in bed tonight. If I weren’t documenting intake, I’d probably have gobbled up a good portion of my available snacks as I read. Polished off the Magician’s Companion and it’s superb, information-wise, save for poor editing. I’d love to see a 2nd edition in hardcover and all cleaned up. I can see using it as a point of reference for a long time to come. It’s got me wanting to write something about the occult underground (or play in a UA / Over the edge game)

I remembered to call the mother tonight, and wish her a happy 56. She seems older than that to me… heck, Danny and Ray are both 40. I feel that she is more than 16 years greater than they are. She seems so much frailer.

I’ve been craving home fries since that article on flavor creation. I’m going to try to have Danny bring me by some salty-starch tomorrow…I’m not up to standing over a skillet yet. (Dan brought me a reload of Reese’s Puffs and took some laundry away today. we watched a little nickelodeon cartoons before he took off. He couldn’t stay longer, allergic to Newt. Dan varies from an hour to about 4 hours cope-level.)

Newt’s been sweet today by bringing me all of his toys and leaving them next to me to play with. He’s sleeping at my feet now, cute as a cat-loaf can be. His fur seems extra soft today…Perhaps due to the season’s lack of humidity.

I’m wondering if I can special order specific letters from alpha-bits cereal. Think that it’d be cool to have just a big bowl of a specific word like “LOVE” (Though, I suppose someone would wonder why I was eating “VOLE” cereal.) Heck, if I wanted to be a little narcissistic, I could always ask for “SCOTTO”.

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