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Foul stench of the chupacabra’s dragon breath and ear raking wail of her gibbering tongue’s beginning to grate on my nerves. Aside from that, things aren’t going too badly. I’ve got a heightened olfactory sense lately.

Yesterday, small hands came in and gave us all a big whiff of his cologne; Eau de Fruit Cup with a hint of sissy pants… a nostril-closing extravaganza that also wiped out everyone in Kev’s office a floral thing from the discount area of the dollar store, methinks. I had to open the door and fan it back and forth, begging the Brownian motion fairies for his fragrance to disperse more quickly. Chupacabra was her usual mix of fogged out smoker / coffee stink that was more offensive to me than many of the urine soaked vagrants I’ve had the unfortunate chance to share wind with.

Losing the net is really killing some aspects of productivity, but it can be worked around. No more digging on the net for good scripts or tutorials on how to do something now… Just crack the reference guides open and dig deep. I suppose it’s better in the long run, with more actual learning and thought going into the procedures instead of quick fixes. Deadlines are going to have to be extended to meet the need, though. You’d be amazed what a quick dig on the net will bring up for ideas on how to get a certain procedure done. Now, it’ll be pure local strengths instead of the global community. (At least until 5pm.) After that, all bets are off, and research can resume as normal.

I think the more pesky loss of the net on these systems is the lack of live updates to a few of the software packages, like Norton and BCC. I suppose we can do it via floppy or something, but not nearly as convenient. All of our FTP-ing has to be done via one lone machine in the corner. Bah. I weep for the day that the machine in question goes down, crippling the whole department.

I saw that my latest lj id user number person (a coworker, and a nice person to boot) has a new reader, . And he’ll tell two friends, and they’ll tell two friends, and so on, and so on… I wonder if he tripped over her page via mine? I suspect so, as I was the only one linked to her up until that point. Either that, or it’s a weird co-inky-dinky via hiking interests.

Walkies were nice, but I kept them brief this morning. Wonderfully cool out, comfortable to walk around. Now I’m freshly showered and shaved, and have scooted the dreamsicle off of the laptop’s keyboard. I wonder what the allure of that location is. Craving blueberry muffins… I wonder if I have time to swing past the grocery store’s bakery en route to work? It’s payday, and Friday! Huzzah!

before I dress and dash…

Tiffany is posing in playboy?! Does she need the publicity? Does she want to do it? (Has she had a gig since singing for Judy Jetson?)

Note to self, bring all of your w-2s home, and do taxes tonight. Don’t forget apheresis appointment tomorrow. Bring your own movie, since last time all of the ones of interest had been viewed. Bring Camera?

Many would suspect the Gideon Society has something to do with it.

The Gideons, formed in 1899 in Janesville, Wisconsin, are the oldest Christian business and professional men’s association in the United States with 130,000 members located in more than 170 countries.
In the early days, most of the Gideons were traveling salesmen who wanted to be effecitve Christian witnesses while on the road. They decided to place a Bible at the reception desk in each hotel they frequented so patrons could borrow it. The Bible also served as a silent witness in these hotels after the Gideons had checked out. Today, the Gideons place more than 45,000,000 bibles annually in prisons, hospitals, military bases and, of course, hotel rooms.

But if you want to know who started the phenomenon of placing Bibles in hotel rooms, the credit goes to the International Bible Society.

Founded in 1809 in New York, the International Bible Society is one of the leading publishers of ethnic scriptures, publishing Bibles in more than 350 languages (the 1810 Bengali translation is still in use in India). The IBS provided Bibles to Civil War soldiers, and, according to communications coordinator Stephanie Nelson, started putting Bibles in hotels in 1823 — more than 75 years before the Gideons started their ministry.

There is no jealousy or competitive fervor between the groups. Each expresses admiration for the other’s work.

You’ve got to admire both. They just want everyone to curl up with a Good Book.

Holy cow…

I get this in my daily email back and forth to my brother –

I want to call him up and talk with him about it, but he just sent the mail 4 hours ago. I hope he got checked out at the emergency room…I imagine that he did, he’s smart about stuff like that. (and no stranger to the ER… he’s been batted around a few times on cars and bikes.)

If any readers get a moment to, today, send him a prayer, a warm fuzzy or healing thought…whatever works best for you.

Thanks.

Happy Birfday, !!

ya pottymouth, ya.

scottobear
newton

Norton I, Emperor of the United States and Protector of Mexico

fnord

When Furries Go Bad

A 25-year-old man was jailed Tuesday afternoon after he allegedly handcuffed himself to a railing at Fox River Mall — while he was nude.

Grand Chute police said the man was cuffed to a railing in the upper mezzanine when they were called about 12:15 p.m.

Police said he was wearing only leg warmers, a wig, slippers and a “tiger-striped hat with ears” when they arrived.

I feel good… valentine’s day in mah belly. 🙂 hee hee hee….

*does a little dance*

I only got to speak a few words to my love this evening, seeing her appear gave a rush of happiness, and having to depart so swifty stung bitterly. I hope to catch up to her in the realm of dreams soon.

Tomorrow, I look forward to a day of much more time together and some catching up on today.

Sweet dreams and happy awakenings to her, and all.

Why do we need a replacement for Matt’s Script Archive?

The problem is that the scripts in Matt’s Script Archive aren’t very good. The scripts are well known amongst the Perl community to be badly written, buggy and insecure. Anyone asking for support on Matt’s scripts in any forum will be told in no uncertain terms that they shouldn’t use his scripts. The link above has a lovely collection of replacement scripts, that you can swap out in exchange for Matt’s.

Yikes.. the #10 was very crowded this morning. Standing room only… I was disappointed that more mem didn’t give seats to the women. I’m old-fashioned that way. I wonder what happened to the old days when there were hanging hoops to hold on to on the bus… now there’s just a lowish metal bar running the length of either side of the aisle.

New internet precautions added to the firewall… bah… it includes more elaborate monitoring software. Fortunately the LJ client and assorted chatties are still allowed, but I wonder if there’s going to be some havoc regarding surfing. If that’s the case, I can always bring in lappie, and snag a free dial-up phone line. (won’t be the same speed, but c’est la vie.)

cue to montage of slo-mo, skewed, David Cronenberg-meets-David Lynch-like images of said soft-skinned and untainted laser dept folks being dragged up the colossal basalt steps of a pre-human temple, while the programming dept folks chant and beat on taiko-like drums. At the top of the stairs, in front of a huge, sixteen ton Internet Explorer logo carved from a single clear crystal quartz block, backlit with sky blue footlights, Sappho the Mighty waits to slit the surfers’ throats with a silver-hilted obsidian knife. Scotto the Yeti-Pod hangs around sipping an Octopus (1 shot light rum 151, 1 shot orange juice, 1 shot passion fruit nectar, dash Angostura bitters, soda – Holding the soda, pour the rest of the ingredients into a large snifter. Fill with finely crushed ice. Top with soda and stir)

I just have to make a point of protecting my own neck from mister knife, by keeping surfing to places of company interest for a while. (except during breaks.) I don’t want that ugly rumor starting back up about me… not while the Chupacabra is still the flavor of the day. “Small Hands” has plenty to fill his focus for the meantime, without adding me or Island Boy to the mix. The folks first on the altar might be Bon Bon, or Bon Bon Spawn. Riker and Mortimer are probably safe. Old and Young Macdonald will be ok, as long as they keep bejeweled to a minimum. Murphy and Hoi don’t surf at all, as far as I know.