What was sundered and undone
Shall be whole the two made one
By gelfling hand or else by none.

If the post limit does affect communities, I’m debating asking members of the for donations to make it paid. I think that the solution is to buy it a few months’ membership, and then post a “In order to serve you better and guarantee more than five posts a day we have a paid account now… if you’d like to help, feel free to put $$ in the paypal kitty” sort of post on the bio page. I don’t know though… the fee isn’t too steep.

Networked with some possible prospects today… I’ve got a good feeling about it. Something really local would be fun. Walking to a gig is nice.

Via zoe– want an easy twenty bucks?

Here, let me link you to how…. you can claim twenty bucks from the industry that has fixed the prices on every stinkin’ cd you buy. Its a forty five million dollar settlement that forces the Record Companies to pay up to every single consumer in the US. Har.

Its completely legitimate and 43 State Attorneys were involved in the Class Action Lawsuit. It’s binding. And the labels have to pay up.

Claim your money, if you are in the US (sorry my Canadian buddies), my little peanuts. Tell em Zoe sent ya!

Speaking of Zoe, There are a lot of folks posting with less frequency lately, at least in public forums. Haven’t seen any number of who used to be regular posting-folk in a little while now. Perhaps this is just a private time for them.

Chandlerisms. Raymond Chandler is a master. I finished Farewell, My Lovely not too long ago. Full of great lines… What’s not to like about Philip Marlowe? I don’t like Elliott Gould as his voice… If getting Chandler’s stuff in audio, seek out the Old time radio versions with Dick Powell on Kazaa Lite.

I’ve got lovey thoughts on my mind… the music, and thinking about my sweetheart brings me joy. Feeling extra-bonus mushy this morning. She is truly a permanent resident in my heart.

$25 check in the mail from Grammy and Ted, along with my phone/internet bill. D’oh.

Anarchists and the fine art of torture

“A Spanish art historian has uncovered what was alleged to be the first use of modern art as a deliberate form of torture, with the discovery that mind-bending prison cells were built by anarchist artists 65 years ago during the country’s bloody civil war.”

Lowest Common Denominator Rumor

Now, I just made a post… where did it go?

Oh! must be because I’m on the Chef cluster. Why is poor chef always the one to be picked on?

It’s really hazy out this morning … So late in the day for it. Seems like a cloud got lazy and decided on having a nap down here. Seeing as it’s now 11:24 am, and I’m still waiting for the 55, I suspect that I’ll be tardy for work. Here’s the bus now.

supplemental: 11:59 am
Snotty kid picking his face and muttering across from me on the bus. (picture added after)

Missed the 60 by inches… It left the station right as we were pulling in. Oh well, that gave me time to swing by the ATM nearby. My pocket money had dwindled to about nil.

I added a “auto-complete typing” program to the palm and it’s working out really well so far. It seems to anticipate very quickly what I’m trying to say. Teaching it new words to add to its dictionary is simple too.

7:58 pm

off to the stop once again… Now to wait for 20 minutes by street light and watch the cars go by.

Again I suspect that had I arrived a few moments sooner, perhaps I would already be on my way home. The case or not, it’s nice to be outside and breathing the night air.

8:22 pm
On the bus. Contents include : older man sleeping drunk, blond woman popping gum, myself, Spanish migrant in a ball cap (he’s a regular), driver talking to his loved one on his cellular phone, three quiet riders behind me.

Everyone I can see looks tired. There’s a faint scent of sweat… Someone worked hard today. Two teens got on, and they’re a little rowdy.

Dreamt of being in the 80s sometime, because I was shopping for buttons to put on my book bag at a Peaches Record store. Buying little one-dollar metal circles with stuff on it like “Ernie Douglas, prototype nerd”, “an insignificant speck in a ruthless universe” and “I accept tips”. I seem to recall my footsteps walking to the beat of whatever music was playing, but I can’t remember the tune. They were still selling vinyl 45s there, before the time of CDs being popular.

Hmm… Mike-o wasn’t home last night. I’ll try him again during midday. I’m sure I can reach him on his cell.

I can talk just like oddtodd.

Self-question- Do they make full-size krackel bars anymore, outside of fundraising or are they just miniatures now? Research says…. Yes!

Does putting ice in a urinal serve some purpose, aside from “this is a good place to put ice… it’ll melt here.” I wonder if it serves as some sort of deodorizer? Makes it simpler to clean? No answer found. I’ll have to ask someone in the industry.

A little drizzly until mid-evening. 76F? A little warm, considering. Funny how it’s warmer when it rains.

Year ago today – Shoo’s Birfday!, Missed the bus, fruit₂O, razor dream, bull sprem thieves, bellyaching, Tsar Piccies, TV news, meatloaf quiz, wacky linkies, tron

Two Years ago – License plates, Bob Marley Movement, Vallies roll in.

Thank You latraviata for the lovely handmade card, and duchess_webb for the swell e-card!

Today at work…the normal camera overdose.

Here’s some more folks

Fuzzy dreams of a trip along a winding mountain road. It seemed that the trip was as fun as the destination, but I don’t recall where we were going. Woke up to Newt dropping a rubber lizard on my forehead this morning. He’s not a big one for fetching them, though…he’ll hockey it around over the floor, and then walk away when he’s done with it. He didn’t bring it back for me to toss again, but did return to bed for snuggles.

Neato Irish Curse Generator.

Example-

English: May an infectious disease gnaw at your secret bower.
Irish: Go gcreime galar tógálach do ghrianán rúnda.
Phonetic: guh GREH-muh GAH-luhr TOE-gah-luhkh duh GHREE-uh-nawn ROON-duh.

The Super Zaxxon World Record has been broken. So has he been anywhere since 1983? How will he adapt to his new world and surroundings? Will he need to be reconditioned, and slowly released into our new society, or is he doomed to live life in a special enclosed environment for his own safety?

Random Scotto (& his Bro) Factoid: We both frequently shock people with a level of amiability and politeness. I think that’s one of the better qualities passed on to us via our parents.

A year ago – Moonflower haiku, bus rides, tulpa-folk, what do people see quiz (I like blackhellcat’s answer.), miss cleo got in trubbah, quiet apartments

Two Years Ago – Snorks vs. Smurfs, recovering from sickies, lovey-loves, butch or femme.

Discovered the palm cam works *very poorly* in low light.

Faxed my bro’s lawyer the doctor costs so that he can put the screws tighter into the lawsuit he’s working on. Good grief, I’ve been spoiled by insurance. $400 and more a toss for a month’s medicine! Criminy!

Some very positive prospects in the near future. I look forward to seeing the results of tomorrow’s events at work.

Poor little crab! This is a video taken in 6000 feet of water. An undersea robot is sawing a 3mm wide slit (1/10th of an inch … remember that width) in a pipeline. The pressure inside the pipeline is 0 psig, while the pressure outside is 2700 psi, or 1.3 tons per square inch. Then a crab comes along….

OS Quiz

shoo sent me a hy-lair-ee-ous ecard. 🙂

Newt and I both dig it lots. 🙂 Thank you!

Went to breakfast at Einstein’s, hung out at the newsstand for a few, bypassed the Sunday jazz brunch on the river, walked along riverwalk, went to the Museum of art, and then to the Imax (skipped the movie), had lunch at ole’ ole’ (I had cheese enchiladas… mmmm goood!), and returned home. I gave Danny the all-in-one printer on “permanent loan” as I’ve no room, and he’s needing a printer and fax.

We had a good morning, and early afternoon in all. Newt woke me up, and the palm was there to catch him at it.

Here are some more piccies in chronological order. due to the palm cam’s nature, some are a bit fuzzy. As always, hover mouse over the pix for comments.

All small, but cut for brevity.

You’re one year older, one year wiser,
Rock ‘n roll star, king, czar, and a kaiser.
A room full of friends, a mouth full of cake,
Every present is for you and it feels pretty great.
You’re the man of the hour, the V.I.P.
You get the first slice of the p-i-e,
But first blow out the candles and make a wish.
Put a smile on, cuz it’s your birthday, bitch!

Go Scotto, it’s your birthday
Go Scotto, it’s your birthday

Groundhogs seek sex, not shadows

I did see my shadow this morning… I’m going to go out to breakfast with Danny, and probably will let him use the all-in-one printer, because I don’t have the room for it.

Thanks for christin‘s nice Ecard, and all the swell emails and lj-replies about my b’day!

From the Archives.
A year ago today – I’m 33, and a reprint of moonmama‘s nice piccie (see above), A blah birthday until the end , Daredevil summary for tarpo (with now broken image links), a lovely ending to the day.

Two Years ago, I’m 32, Candlemas, Groundhog’s day, Imbolc, Thesmophoria, all manner of ecards, first appearance of the moonmama bday drawing.

From one of the first days of my brother back from Hawaii:

Continue reading Happy Birthday to Me! 34 today. →

Last few moments before I turn 34… or more than that if you take into account that I was born in the morning, not at midnight.

Looking for some more ebooks to put on queue for palm-reading. I’m thinking Kipling, and Howard Pyles Book of Pirates.

I’m thinking of her scent, and the touch of her skin…*rowr* Maybe it’s time to read song of Solomon again.

Like a goblet, indeed.

Where does the food go? Two growing boys, can gobble up quite a load of groceries.

I’m off to pick up some more, until later, dear journal.

[update- back already, and mah cubbards are stocked to the gills.] My Veggie burgers had a free pizza-burger in each container!

sad news- Space shuttle Columbia breaks apart in flames about 203,000 feet over Texas, 16 minutes before it was supposed to touch down in Florida. All seven aboard were killed: William McCool, Rick Husband, Michael Anderson, Kalpana Chawla, David Brown, Laurel Clark and Ilan Ramon, who was Israel’s first astronaut.

First pictures with palm cam

in the three default resolutions & colors, tiny file sizes. Newt’s got a pouty-puss on!