shaolin soccer – pick up a copy, next time at the japanese market. if it’s no good, smack
also, this explains why my journal was in read-only mode earlier. (thanks,
I need to add one of these things to my hidden volcano base. Do I really have to wait until 2025 to control the weather? I’ll pass on the transporter, though.
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*sending adoring, healing and cherishing vibes to my sweetie*
*vibitty-vibe vibe*
I do love her so. 🙂
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a walk in light rain does wonders… I took a slow route up to lighthouse point, meandered in a wide circle, and headed back.
I’m home now, and have showered off the natural wet, getting newtie kisses. I missed getting a call from the brother and danny by inches…. calling ’em backski… derek’s line is busy. dan’s grading papers, and making tests.
Well, it’s wonderfully cool out, I think walkies might be in order. be back in a few hours, or when the rain gets too heavy.
“Hey Scotto! What’re you doing up at this hour, on a Sunday?”
“Why, nibbling on blueberries and making rice krispie treats, of course. What else?” No, really, that’s what I’m doing now.
Actually, I’ve been up for about two hours now. The body said “Hey there, boyo… you’re done sleeping for a bit, why don’t you read a good book?”… so I obliged it. I finished Flyboy Action Figure Comes with Gas Mask. Excellent popcorn book for me, comfortable light reading. Has a lot of the weirdness and sentimental stuff that I enjoy so well. I read it slowly, savoring it, as it is a gift from my sweetie.
Some Linkies –
powers of 10 – See Earth from 10 million light years away, then zoom closer and closer until you reach the planet and being to zoom into a leaf, then the cells of the leaf, ending up looking at a proton. A very neat Java applet.
The Blue Marble – Ultra-high quality pictures of every square kilometer of the Earth’s surface. These pictures (and videos) are huge and beautiful.
Critical IP sucks.
Referring back a bit to this, a nifty hair dresser with psychic abilities, and the power of belief.
“How am I doing?” – Ed Koch
Tulpas are free-floating concentrations of psychic energy that for some reason coalesce and take on human form. The twisted atmosphere of South Florida somehow encourages this. Little is known about this process because tulpas are, like most secret races, extremely, eh, well, secretive.
Tulpas, in a sense, become physical embodiments of the mental projections of those they encounter. A tulpa in its early formative stages is just a vague light or shadow materializing in a corner or alcove. It must wait until a human (or other sentient being?) encounters it. The tulpa will then physically change to match whatever the sentient imagines it to be. The longer one individual looks at it and thinks about who they’re seeing, the more detailed the persona the tulpa will adopt. The tulpa will then travel about, gaining details (physical appearance, imaginary life history, habits, speech patterns, etc.) as they bump into more and more people who form impressions of them.
For example, a tulpa begins to materialize behind the beat-up piano in Ted’s Hideaway* off Second Street. The first person to see its shadowy form is a worried tourist who feels women are always preying on him. The tulpa then becomes the predatory gorgeous woman he is thinking about, and approaches him. Frightened by the reputation of the bar, the tourist further assumes she’ll be violent and heavily-armed, so she becomes such. A bouncer approaches her, and assumes she’d have to be insane or dangerous or both to cause trouble there, so she becomes both. This particular tulpa is not going to be a good citizen, but depending on who the person had expected to run into, the result could also have been a shrimpy aging accountant, a naive fellow tourist, or Wayne Newton.
Tulpas know they are tulpas, but try to forget this, and would never admit this shame to anyone, even on pain of death. Like Pinocchio, they want nothing more in the world to be human. A tulpa can sense other tulpas, and avoid each other like the plague. The reason for this is if two tulpas meet, since each knows the other’s true form, both tend to lose all the carefully accrued details of humanity they’ve built up, possibly over years. Only a tulpa stricken with self-loathing for the persona they’ve built up will seek out other tulpas, hoping to lose a few layers of identity that they can then replace with something more likeable. The other tulpa, however, will likely try to flee in this case.
Anyone you encounter could be a tulpa. That homeless guy over there, that bartender, a bouncer, a police officer… Say, doesn’t your boss act just how everyone expects him to?
Story Idea –
A friendly associate who’s been helping a pair of detectives is a blessing to have around. The longer they’ve worked with her, the more helpful and useful she’s become (conforming to what they at first wanted, and now expect). Then she starts acting paranoid, as if someone is after her. When she shows up the next day, she has a tattoo on her forehead, a slightly different voice, strange clothes, and a vicious temperament. Her personality has, in one day, taken a dramatic turn for the worse, and she no longer remembers the detectives. Another tulpa, trying to rid himself of accrued evil attributes, has hunted her down and trapped her, forcing close contact until both lost several years’ worth of traits. She wound up with the wrong crowd, and is now a different person. The continued attention and faith of the detectives may slowly bring her around, but only solving the mysteries of the tulpas will the detectives be able to develop a coherent strategy for helping her. Of course, once they know who she really is, they must never see her again, as their presence would destroy her just as that of another tulpa’s would.
*Ted’s Hideaway
124 Second Street, between Ocean Drive & Collins Avenue, South Beach (no phone)
Bus H, W. Open 8am-5am daily. No credit cards.
Ted’s reeks of stale beer (at least you hope that’s what it reeks of). No telephone. Horrible food. And a two-for-one happy hour from 2-4am. It takes guts to remain a quintessential dive bar when all around you court the trendy, the upscale, the youthful: Ted’s doesn’t give a dang and that’s what makes it special.
– via the On The Edge RPG
I dwell in Possibility–
A fairer House than Prose–
More numerous of Windows–
Superior–for Doors–
Of Chambers as the Cedars–
Impregnable of Eye–
And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky–
Of Visitors–the fairest–
For Occupation–This–
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise–
I dwell in Possibility–
A fairer House than Prose–
More numerous of Windows–
Superior–for Doors–
Of Chambers as the Cedars–
Impregnable of Eye–
And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky–
Of Visitors–the fairest–
For Occupation–This–
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise–
Morty the Cylon sez – by your command…. there will be scattered thunderstorms all weekend here, into monday…
Boo-yah. 🙂
Makes Scotto a happy pod.
all the major chores are done…I have a full pantry, a happy kitty, am freshly showered, and see some clean sheets that want to be napped on.
nighters.
The cop was pursuing a guy making an illegal turn, didn’t see my brother on his bike. Nailed him, brother rolled over the hood of the car and then landed pile-driver style on the other end of the car, and blacked out. EMTs showed up, gave him a once over, and Accident control came and took pictures of the accident site. The cop is claiming he was at a full stop, and wrote bro a $80 ticket for “irresponsible use of sidewalk”… Brother’s been to a lawyer, and between the photos, witnesses and other evidence there’s a solid case for dropping the ticket and paying for his hospital bills. The cop’s going to burn… and I say flame on. not excessively, just enough to pay his due.
Tonight, he started having trouble breathing and was throwing up… he’s going to the emergency room as we speak. I think he will be ok… I reinforced a number of times for him to bring my phone number and information, so that if he needs me, he can reach me. (He didn’t want me grabbing a cab and joining him. He’s going to sit tight, fill out forms, and chill.) The EMTs didn’t feel he had a concussion, thank goodness. I’m he’s getting additional treatment… as his regular doctor made him wait yesterday for an hour before saying “we don’t do accidents”… um… what’s that mean? only self-inflicted, deliberate wounds?
So… we’ll see where this goes.
The cop was pursuing a guy making an illegal turn, didn’t see my brother on his bike. Nailed him, brother rolled over the hood of the car and then landed pile-driver style on the other end of the car, and blacked out. EMTs showed up, gave him a once over, and Accident control came and took pictures of the accident site. The cop is claiming he was at a full stop, and wrote bro a $80 ticket for “irresponsible use of sidewalk”… Brother’s been to a lawyer, and between the photos, witnesses and other evidence there’s a solid case for dropping the ticket and paying for his hospital bills. The cop’s going to burn… and I say flame on. not excessively, just enough to pay his due.
Tonight, he started having trouble breathing and was throwing up… he’s going to the emergency room as we speak. I think he will be ok… I reinforced a number of times for him to bring my phone number and information, so that if he needs me, he can reach me. (He didn’t want me grabbing a cab and joining him. He’s going to sit tight, fill out forms, and chill.) The EMTs didn’t feel he had a concussion, thank goodness. I’m he’s getting additional treatment… as his regular doctor made him wait yesterday for an hour before saying “we don’t do accidents”… um… what’s that mean? only self-inflicted, deliberate wounds?
So… we’ll see where this goes.
Oh the humanity….Millions of Chocolate Bunnies Perish in Blaze
I’ve got her on my mind… feels good. 🙂