But Will He Fight Mecha-Streisand? – There’s a plan in place to build a monument to Bob Hope (do you youngsters even know who that is?) for his tireless efforts in entertaining U.S. troops throughout various periods of war and peace. They’ve got a nice spot picked out in San Diego, and funds are being raised to begin construction.

They’re also planning an animatronic Hope that will emit one-liners and old vaudeville routines. This is where it gets creepy. “Let history come to life as you hear motion-activated recordings of Bob Hope telling jokes, while five full-size statues representing each military branch (Army, Navy, Air Force, Marine Corps and Coast Guard) respond with the hearty laughter of those who so appreciated Bob Hopes efforts to improve their morale.” A memorial with a laugh track. A scary place to be trapped at night, I bet.

A pentagram with Bob Hope at every point. That’s got to be some sort of evil demon-summoning thing.

Amish family killed in buggy collision – It may very well be time for the Amish to consider moving into the 20th century, or at least the late 19th. This is the second such accident in a month. I can understand dying for your principles, but this seems preventable. Or, they could just use this.

Art Nouveau – Comic Book Style – some great stuff…some not so much so, but the majority is quite good.. Interesting theme idea, Dig Batgirl and Wonder Woman, or this group… Ivy reminds me of my sweetheart there, again. Warning, some of the links there contain nudity, but pretty tasteful.

I had amazingly erotic and exciting dreams earlier. Wow. I mean WOW. I won’t share details in public, but holy moley.

Reading my email this morning, for some reason I thought I saw mark as *undead* rather than unread. I guess that’s for all the email from zombies and vampires that I get.

Hooray! Paypal is up and running! in time for Christmas. 🙂 Now, I just have to wait for direct deposit before I can earmark any funds for the holidays. (Even though I have it again, I still need to budget)

oh yeah, baby…. milk bottle of the week. more proof that every flippin’ thing is on the net.

Nifty site – Omar Zabir’s Portal. It’s a DHTML/Javascript tour de force. Pretty amazing… very well written and quite complete. (I get leery of sites that dominate your whole desktop experience though… a windows simulation that’s a little too close.)

I want waffles, or potato pancakes for breakfast/ lunch. I’m not hungry, but craving some comfort food.

wow.. some miniatures are super expensive. (for what they are) The living room sets are nearly as costly as a *real* one!

Looks like if I want my tiny versions of myself and m’dearest to go on a picnic, I’m going to have to make the basket myself. The day that it cost’s more to feed my toys than myself is the day I perfect my own skills. I’d like to make a dollhouse for my sweetie…I’m sure she’d let me play along with my superheroes and monsters and such.

The presidential halo… I can hardly believe that wasn’t posed.

Newt’s being adorable, but a slob. bringing his food into bed with me to eat by my side. AwwwwW *brushing kibble-crumbs out of the bed*

edbook‘s latest image is fantastic! I’m frequently impressed by what he shares, and this one is just really keen (plus, he’s a really nice guy, from my perspective)

Okie dokie, it’s official.. I get it done Monday at 1. Dang, that took a long time. I left around one to be seen at three, and made it back home by seven. That’s a full day.

Back was doing pretty well, until they tested, poked, prodded and pulled. I’m used and abused right now, but once I’m flat for a bit, I should be ok.. Just no rolling.

Newt’s very welcoming… it’s nice to take comfort in his snuggles.

Sacre bleu! There are so many cool French comics! Do you remember pipe-smoking superhero Mister X? Or the flamboyant motorcycling crime fighter Motoman? Or the bizarre antihero Satanik, who only robbed and killed other criminals? And who could forget reading Otomox: Master of Robots while eating camembert and sipping chardonnay before school, mes amis? Despite all this, are you prepared for the ultimate team-up of Batman and… Tintin!?! (BTW: Other Tintin parodies abound.) (via memepool)

side note…. my sweetie could wonderfully fill a Batgirl costume… or Poison ivy. Rowr…. beautiful girl with brains and a darkish sense of humor. That’s my beloved… so yummy. If I were a superhero, I’d want her on my team.

I’m tempted to try a custom paint from bed. I don’t think it’ll work…more likely, I’ll get paint on me. I think it’ll be easier to write fiction instead. I’m overdue for doing that on the laptop, anyhow. Let’s see how my mildly addled skull does.

The Wolfsonian is a museum of 20th century design in Miami Beach, and their website is a fine place to dig around. Looks like it has a ton of spiffy streamline modern and art deco objects, not to mention world’s fair nifties. I’m going to check it out in person as soon as I’ve got the time and ability to do so. I fear that I’ll go a little loopy in the shop. I really like the keychain! ) $5 a head is very reasonable.

I can take another painkiller at 11, and another anti-inflammatory at 1.

I’d really like for Newt’s sandbox to change itself, but that’s not going to happen. In about a half hour when everything is at maximum effectiveness, that poop is going out!

I’m not in much pain… there are a few comfortable positions I can hang out in. the only trouble is changing those positions. Rolling in bed or getting up is the only time I get a real reminder of why I have to stay home.

I got a message on my voice mail to call the center before I head over for my 3pm appointment…. I called back, and answered a battery of questions about assorted drugs and surgical history.

I look forward to when this gets to be $50-100 – Need enough music for a week? Or two? The Neuros HD has the capacity to hold 5,000 songs, and superior functionality to provide the technology you demand in an MP3 audio computer. The Neuros can broadcast songs wirelessly to your stereo. It can record and identify songs from the FM radio. With automatic synchronization all your downloads, play list changes, and requests from your PC library will be automatically executed. $400 is a bit spendy, but when the tech gets cheaper, I’ll be all over it.

Dear Jude Law: You need to nail whoever is responsible for what happened to your child with criminal charges. If the drugs are yours, you need to quit, now that there’s a family in the house.

If I had to pick ten people on LiveJournal to sit at a round table and have dinner and conversation with…I’d be disappointed at leaving some folks out. I’d like to meet and gave with *everyone I read* there are a few very special folks, though.

Bohemian Rhapsody is the top song of the last 50 years? No way. It’s a good song, but come on. How could it beat out Funkytown?

Cold Nipples? Possum Fur Nipple Warmers are here to save the day! (Pictures might not be safe for work)

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I threw out my back at work today… Got in to see the doctor, and he confirmed that it’s epidural time. tomorrow, I go in for a consultation at a pain management center, and schedule three shots. The thing is, I don’t just want the pain treated, I want the problem repaired… treating the pain will allow for the repair to take place more simply, however.

the procedure

Veterans Day / Remembrance Day. Thanks folks. I appreciate all the work you guys put in, and I feel that that I live in a better world as a result.

Hm. The hut dropped by five members. I wonder what caused that? Some unusual surges here and there.

Yay! I won the Sopranos “Who’s gonna get whacked pool!” The Brownies are mine! I won’t say who bit the biscuit in case someone’s waiting to see the episode.

A neat site for some vintage advertising… ephemera now… mostly old cars, but there’s some other nifty stuff in there, too. Orange Juice has never been more frightening. As is the psycho girl and her baked ham.

Some folks have today off of work, but not me. So, I’ll see you later, dear journal.

I picked up a copy of The Big Book of Grimm to go with my others in the same series. I have only The Big Book of Martyrs to go, and I’ll have the whole set. (These have been the hardest ones to find).

After the bookstore, I did hook up with Dave, and we went with Mayah to the mall, and then had Pizza and Mage Knight for afters. He won a sound victory with his Hill Giant – centered 500 point crew. We swung by a few places on the way, just to shop for terrain (bought none) and a booster pack of figures each. The ones I got were sort of blah, but Dave got a nifty ironclad that I might trade some goodies to him for.

Relaxing here now, contemplating the hours between now and bedtime, thoughts of her on my mind.

Steal this book (now available as hypertext)

It’s already getting warm again… 81F during my 9am bike ride? Something to note about tunnels… they’re loud. The noise doesn’t have as many traveling options as a free, open area.

Well, my new savings account has already gotten $.04 interest, and it’s only a tiny amount of seed money until next paycheck. Next deposit, my rate will jump a little bit, which can’t hurt. Most of my funds landed in checking for bills and whatnot, until I decide how I want the sliding scale to go. I’m still waiting for the pay pal deposit to show up (probably won’t appear until Monday…) so I can take care of a little treat or two.

Two people on my reading list have deleted their journals… and they’re right next to one another on my list. I wonder if the next ones to go will be connected to them? Odds are slim on … but sparky hasn’t posted since the middle of last month.

I recently heard the “McDonalds Theory of War and Peace,” which starts with the observation that no two countries that both have McDonalds have ever gone to war with each other. A middle class strong enough to support a McDonalds is presumably never going to support a war with an equally developed country. Note that Vietnam, Iraq, Cambodia and Somalia are all Big Mac-free zones.

Dave wants to get together at about 4… that’s going to screw up my schedule. I probably won’t be able to hang out with him today after all. (I was shooting for a morning to noonish sort of thing) I wanted to get some tunnel shots in the early evening. Dan’s grading papers, and my bro’s sleeping, so it looks like all of my available 2-legged friends are out of the hang-out option. I don’t know if I’m going to go to the hobby store today… I might swing by B&N and pick up some books with my gift cards. The good one is only three miles from here. Yes, I think I’ll do that. A cup of iced coffee and some fresh reading would be a lovely addition to my day.

Until later, dear journal!

My apartment smelled of freshly chopped onions and baking bread earlier… now it’s nag champa.

Maybe going to swing by –

Discount Train & Hobby
211 E. Oakland Park Blvd.
Ft. Lauderdale, FL 33334

tomorrow… look for more terrain and paints to play with…perhaps find a way to prevent the odd Newt-hair from landing on freshly painted stuff. I can Newt-proof… but his hair turns up in the darndest places. I’m hoping that they have some decent o-scale models and maybe some more mixable acrylic paints.

“Stupidity” author busted for trying to pick up teen girl online – “We can’t be lovey-dovey in public,” stupidity expert James F. Welles explained to his online friend. “Bottom line, I’m committing a crime.” The author of “The Story of Stupidity and Understanding Stupidity” thought he was chatting with a 15-year-old girl, but it was actually a 40-year-old male detective at the keyboard. (Palm Beach Post)

Hm! Rachel’s now a successful photographer and has been shown internationally. I’m delighted… she’s quite a talent, and I’m sure she deserves the kudos. I still have some of her slides here…maybe I’ll scan them in at work and post them here, if we still have the capacity. I haven’t heard from her since ’98ish. It looks like she’s got a nice little life building with a guy / pet / home / marriage.

Newt shook off his “parachute-bag” just before the piccie was taken. He was on a big tear around the house, with the crinkly-toy in tow. you can see it starting to float to the ground behind him.

You are walking down a cracked inner city sidewalk. It is morning, slowly warming into a sunny day. You look up and yonder along the cement you see someone walking toward you. You are surprised to have perceived someone so far away. But, you keep walking, expecting nothing more than a friendly nod as you pass. He gets closer. You see he has a slight limp and shuffling gait, though he seems to be moving quickly. He is closer–a torn and stained suit jacket with tattered pants and bare feet. Closer–a mottled green and purple face, and slightly yellowed skin pinched back along his cheekbones. You and he are fifty yards apart. You, and an undead mockery of what was once alive are twenty yards apart. You approach on the notably empty path, no traffic on the road to the side. You nod. He waves, a pinky finger hanging loosely from a broken knuckle, and passes.

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Brother’s a sleepyhead. I’m flyin’ solo to the ‘mat.

cool thing about tadpole shrimp on discovery. Super-Sea Monkeys!

off to make clean clothes, sheets and towels! until later, dear journal!

The Poetry Searcher – you can search by poem name, author, century* and country (It’s still growing, but will soon be a lovely reference site)

Hee hee… I like this guy’s custom clix on ebay… especially the caterpillar. Converted into Alice in Wonderland. I think that he could’ve spent a little more time on the Cheshire cat, though.

I’m just waiting for 10 to roll around so I can call my bro, and then trot off to the ‘mat. We’re going to send a little quality time together while doing chores. 🙂

Well, groovy. Got my new check card finally… now I just have to wait while paypal takes a day or three to deposit a little into my account,

Traffic’s heavy tonight… I’ll probably hold off on scoping out the haunted tunnel until Sunday, late. I wonder how the other spook-hunts are going this evening?

Someone’s burning something made of a fragrant wood outside… the air smells nice. I hear a light rain just starting, too… or maybe it’s just wind through the trees.

Taking a break, and kicking back. Tomorrow, my only duty is to do laundry…I’m going to try to get in by 10 and out of there by noon-ish.

Off to relax and chill. Nighters, dear journal.

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