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percentages are precip… temperatures in Fahrenheit

Beware of water, Mr. Dunn...

Today Sep 05 Scattered T-Storms 89°/75° 50 %
Fri Sep 06 Scattered T-Storms 88°/76° 50 %
Sat Sep 07 Isolated T-Storms 87°/74° 30 %
Sun Sep 08 Scattered T-Storms 87°/74° 40 %
Mon Sep 09 Heavy T-Storms 85°/76° 80 %
Tue Sep 10 T-Storms 87°/74° 90 %
Wed Sep 11 T-Storms 88°/75° 60 %
Thu Sep 12 Scattered T-Storms 88°/75° 40 %
Fri Sep 13 Isolated T-Storms 88°/75° 40 %
Sat Sep 14 Isolated T-Storms 89°/75° 30 %

I’m glad I have my “Unbreakable” costume to wear… it’s green, but doesn’t say Security on the back. No rain here yet… but I can smell it.

Sweetheart – in the works. possibly multiple designs. Playing with femo. Fun .:)

Dan – black t-shirt with swirly orange and white design on the front, maybe his name on the back? Brown/rust colored pants, black sneakers, and his moustache. Maybe a little blue leg brace on his right knee, too. (Don’t put on his bald spot, be nice, Scotto.)

Brother – Surf-shorts, t-shirt, long hair, sandals. Maybe a surfboard?

Holy Viagra, Batman! maybe not safe for work…

Well, Ford has given up on making electric-only cars. That’s pretty sad. I would love to see electric-only cars (instead of hybrid) ruling the highways. Personally, I never heard of their car, the THINK. It looks kinda dippy, but cute…very much like it was designed for a non-US market.

Even the limited range would work perfectly for me… (6 hours to charge a battery and you can go 53 miles. Seeing as I live within a 20 mile trip, it’d work out ok, but they need to up the ante for the bigger commuters, and plugging in at work might be a no-no, too, depending on the trickle draw) I hope hybrids can bridge the gap, eventually.

My new favorite online dictionary – Onelook… where else could I discover this – Hungarian – lóvé : money Non-count noun. Originally a gypsy word. ‘Tele van lóvéval’ means he is loaded with money. Love=money! Other good slang expressions there, too. Probably not safe for work.

Factoids not about Scotto-

  • A necropsy is an autopsy on animals.
  • 0.3% of all road accidents in Canada involve a moose.
  • 13 people a year are killed by vending machines falling on them.
  • Behram, an Indian thug, holds the record for most murders by a single individual. He strangled 931 people between 1790-1840 with a piece of yellow and white cloth, called a ruhmal.
  • The most murders by a woman is 610 young women, by Countess Erzsebet Bathory of Hungary. (So she could bathe in and drink the blood) between 1560 and 1615.

Tropical paradise made from recycled bottles

If you can’t afford beachfront real-estate, why not make your own?

A British carpenter who dreamed of living on a private sunshine isle built himself one using 250,000 plastic bottles.
Richie Sowa spent four years making the floating Spiral Island, which measures 66ft by 54ft, weighs 60 tons and has three sandy beaches.

The mangrove-covered paradise, which is anchored off the coast of Mexico, includes a two-bedroom house with a large living room and kitchen.

The walls are made from palm trees and the roof is plastic sheeting.

Richie hopes to make the island totally self-sustainable and is growing food including tomatoes.

Here’s an article about what we’ve done regarding Saudi oil in the last year...the short version, we’re still giving them a pile o’ money. I’d think boycotting them and getting our juice from other sources would be a stronger message to the world than declaring war. No one body is to blame… Democrats and republican both should be ashamed of how little they’ve done.

Looks like art conspiracy has decided to stop remote hosting… bah! I guess I’ll start using msn’s host, until I fill it up… I hate having little picture-holes in my journal, though. I should go back, and update with a link to the site, so people can connect directly to there to see.

A year ago today… That crazy Anne Heche interview, and pygmies are real!

Two years ago – silly answering machine message, and Frank Sinatra.

The streetlight (traffic signal) at the corner of 4th street and 3rd Avenue likes me. It *always* turns green when I approach, from any direction. I’m going to take its picture, and find it a mate on the internet. That’s how nice it is.

I think it appreciates the fact that I wave, smile, and say thank you when it lets me pass.

A little politeness goes a long way.

Dear Newton,

… Stop stealing Sabretooth, and hiding him behind the litter box. This is the third time.

Sincerely,
Your loving mother.

Thing learned today-

In 388 BC, Plato went to the court of Dionysius, ruler of Syracuse, hoping to be taken on as philosopher-in-residence. From The Essential Plato by Paul Strathern:

Dionysius was not the kind of man to let himself be cowed by some philosophic nob who was trying to cadge a job at his court. When he and Plato turned to discussing philosophy, the sparks soon began to fly. At one point Plato found himself forced to point out a flaw in Dionysius’ thinking.

‘You speak like a geriatric fool,’ exclaimed Dionysius in disgust.

‘And you speak like a tyrant,’ replied Plato.

Whereupon Dionysius decided to live up to the philosopher’s observations and had Plato clapped in irons. Plato was placed on a Spartan ship bound for Aegina, where the captain was instructed to sell Plato as a slave. ‘Don’t worry, he’s so much of a philosopher he won’t even notice,’ remarked Dionysius… And it wasn’t long before Plato was spotted in the slave market at Aegina by his well-heeled old friend Anniceris the Cyrenaic, who bought him for the bargain price of twenty mina. Anniceris was so pleased with his cut-price philosopher that he sent him back to Athens with enough money to set up a school.

I never knew that.

Until later, dear journal… off to work.

http://www.oz.net/~davester/AFOS/Band/mikethen.JPG Hmm… upon this morning’s shave, I was doing a dopey “flock of seagulls” dance in front of the mirror…and I came to realize that after the 80s, the 90s and now must have been a terrible blow to the hair-care industry. Sure, folks still shampoo, dye and such, but all that gel, spray and stuff for both sexes in the hair-band & punk music prime time… demand must’ve plummeted.

Sakes…like in So I Married an Axe Murderer… the hair is “Like Sputnik…spherical, but quite pointy in parts.”

Bush by the Numbers, as Told by a Diligent Scorekeeper Nifty statistics.

I hope an Indian summer isn’t coming. I wonder if it’ll happen. I guess baseball didn’t strike… I find myself not wanting to bother to look up the reasons why or why not…I do have a gut-urge that they had, though.

potty-mouthed art that I approve of

Ack… bounceout for the palm.… I thought palm bejeweled was evil. See also runes and asteria… not to mention the version of newton’s nightmare that I revised for the palm. (no relation to this one) and atum.

Random Scotto factoids – I have *never* lost a sock in the line of laundry duty. When I worked at the bookstore, and vacuumed up in the morning, I could get the entire morning crew to sing with me. Two or three girls (or falsetto boys) would do ewww…. ahhh-awh ah-ahh, while one guy would do the baseline. Usually Adrian, if he was in. “doom-doom doom”

Meanwhile, I would run the vacuum over the carpet, and sing: (the kids would chime in at the Underdog Chorus… italicized.)

There’s no need to fear! Underdog is here!

when criminals in this world appear
and break the laws that they should fear
and frighten all who see or hear
the cry goes up both far and near
for Underdog! Underdog! Underdog! Underdog!

speed of lightning, roar of thunder
fighting all who rob or plunder
Underdog. Underdog!

when in this world the headlines read
of those whose hearts are filled with greed
who rob and steal from those who need
to right this wrong with blinding speed
goes Underdog! Underdog! Underdog! Underdog!

speed of lightning, roar of thunder
fighting all who rob or plunder
Underdog. Underdog!

It would make my whole day.

animaniacs quiz


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Page of Wands
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In a scene similar to an interior of a cave on a plain, a man with shielded eyes stands in the act of peaceful proclamation. He is unknown but faithful, and his tidings are strange.
Divinatory Meanings: Dark, but trustworthy man, faithful, a lover, an envoy, a postman. Beside a man, he will bear favorable testimony concerning him. A dangerous rival, if followed by the Page of Cups. Has the chief qualities of his suit. He may signify family intelligence.

The Page of Wands is a messenger bringing you opportunities for passion. He delivers real chances to experience creativity, courage, charm and inspiration – the wonders of the Wands suit. In readings, this Page suggests that an opening may appear that excites you, feeds your talents, or dares you to be great. When you see such a chance, act on it!

The Page of Wands can also stand for a child or young-at-heart adult whose interactions with you involve independence, high energy, risky behavior, or shared enthusiasms. Sometimes the Page of Wands implies that your entire situation is suffused with the spirit of excitement and adventure. At such times, feel free to express your individuality and power with light-hearted abandon.

Reversed: Anecdotes, announcements, evil news. Also indecision and the instability which accompanies it.
Court Card Pairs: The Page of Wands can form a pair with any other court card. Compare the ranks and suits of the two cards to see what such a pair might mean.


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I wonder… It’s nearly a year after the WTC tragedy, and I’ve not heard a single ghost story regarding it. Violent death and unfinished business is there… I wonder why no tales? No supernatural stories of thousands of revenants pursuing and exacting vengeance against those that took them from the physical world.

Pedestrian troubles at the beach… I hope it does mean bicycles are allowed, too. (even though as far as I know, and the dictionary agrees… Pedestrian means travel on foot as a walker… not a foot-powered device.)

Oh, man… I’m guilty of a bunch of red flags…Specifically #2 (depending on the definition of large), #3, possibly #4 (I refuse to give radio shack or anyone my phone number, for spam reasons), #5 (see #4), #6… isn’t that an impulse buy?, #8… I have a good job, but take the bus.., #14…encryption and pgp, #20 is really the best way, anyhow, #23… our mail shop …yike, #25 pod, #33… I like Lego and my digi-cam, palm pilot, and ‘pooter, #37… we do have masons and Kiwanis where I work, plus, we have an assortment of fanatics, depending on how you define that.

#39… I work until after dark… and I really dig the term “under black of night”… Ninjas!

Just installed Debian on Big Brain to go along with Windows 2000…. it runs very cleanly, and will allow for more web-tests. I don’t have a static address to attach scottobear.com to, but I’ll be able to run a little gnu mailman and manage to fool around with the tech side of it when the urge hits me. I’ve had too many irons in the fire lately, and that’s going to change… I’ve got it worked out now, and I won’t feel guilty about not having perfected the thirty-hour day.

since I’m still getting into the swing of things, I’m only using packages considered stable, rather than testing or unstable.

What prompted this? Cleaning up my closet and finding a few of my Machine Man comics. (I suspect that he runs on GNU)

Fish Tank looks interesting… I’ll probably print it out on card stock tomorrow for future play.

John Walker Lindh: “Ooops!” His lawyers are now painting his joining the Taliban and fighting against American forces after 9/11 as a “youthful indiscretion.” Apparently his actions against the U.S. were limited to leaving rotten eggs in a general’s mailbox and TPing an army command post.

It’s Labor Day… why does my brain have that dopey bit of “no white pants” trivia in it? Didn’t someone say that the rule no longer applies? I do know that Labor Day is the unofficial last day of summer…we can look forward to more cool days ahead, and comfortable Autumn times quite soon. Soft rains again this morning, soothing and blissful.

Here’s a breakdown of those creepy Jimmy-Neutron french fries I saw a little while back –

Heinz has unleashed a new series of multi-hued, potato-based flavor treats:

They’re called Ore-Ida(R) Funky Fries(TM), and they’re the wildest, wackiest, most fun frozen food on the market today. Featuring five funky varieties such as cinnamon and sugar, cocoa and even a blue variety, new Funky Fries are the most radical thing to hit french fries since ketchup itself…

  • Cinna-Stiks(TM), cinnamon and sugar potatoes, perfect for breakfast, snack time or any time
  • Cocoa Crispers(TM), cocoa-y potatoes, designed for kids with a sweet tooth
  • Kool Blue(TM), crispy, seasoned potatoes with a radical blue color that are sure to light up traditional french fries
  • Crunchy Rings(TM), cylindrical potatoes that crunch as they delight
  • Sour Cream & Jive(TM), crispy potatoes seasoned with just the right amount of sour cream and chive flavoring

Honestly, only the last sounds even remotely appetizing to me. Blue food is just pesky.

Old Maid was invented as a tax loophole?

The treasury department recently ruled that packs of cards known as “old maid,” “authors” and similar card games which are played with cards other than the regular pasteboards used in duplicate whist, euchre and occasionally seven up and poker are not subject to the 2 cent duty. Accordingly some wise manufacturer has issued and “old maid” pack. It consists of a euchre deck, with the addition of a card bearing the visage of a sour looking elderly female, supposed to be the old maid. It merely takes the place of the joker and can be used in the game or not, as the players please.

Minnetonka News, December 14, 1894

Time for my morning three… back later, dear journal.