found on my walk… it’s a little large, so I’m lj-cutting it. It’s an air-freshener, I think. It made me feel really good.
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Guess whose Digicam came?
Newt, after moving food to his fave playzone… what a slobby boy. his dino-toys and chew thingies, and a stolen pick. (thanks to
He likes the water I splash myself with in the morning.
My super hearing is a mixed blessing. I can again hear all 17 fans, every scrap of static and clack of keyboard. The overhead lights hum. I wouldn’t trade it for what I had before. sharp, solid focus, I can even hear to a slight degree the people talking in regular voices in the hall behind the door.
I thank what powers that be… be it yawning, chewing, or the magical auditory pixies that retuned my eardrum to play more than white noise and pressure.
I've never heard Newt go "ngeong".
International Animal Noises How to translate “moo,” “oink,” “bzzz,” and so on into major world languages. Caution again, some of the translation pages have autoplay on the animal sounds.
In other news, I’m back on the writing bandwagon. (I have figured out how to bypass the evils of a laptop keyboard… plug in a full-sized one! I can write reclined with the board in my lap and still pivot and turn… an ergonomic design that I really work more comfortably with.) And my ear cleared again… waugh. by way of chewing lunch. Now, I have super hearing again.
It’s a shame I don’t see more of
Thinking about the poetry of Azru Jehu, and it’s warming me, bringing me thoughts of pleasure and good memories. It’s funny, the chain reaction of thoughts that can take you from one point to another.
You know, I’m a fairly happy guy… (Why ‘e’s hardly gloomy, ‘e’s barely depressed, ‘e’s scarcely maudlin, ‘e is.) but I’ve always had a fascination for what’s on the other side of the curtain.
We met them at the gate though we usually wait inside. Preoccupied with their own thoughts, impatient, like so many children, they didn’t see who we really were. They never noticed our crowns, our pain, the fire in our eyes.
Like all others they think the house was made for them; actually, it is the other way around. They think we are poets who will lead them through the symbols and spaces of this underworld. They think we will teach them lessons. We are the lesson.
The monstrous walls rise up and run away as far as the human eye can see, circling and dividing. Which half is the Maze?
Even we get lost. It changes – sometimes slowly, imperceptibly…sometimes suddenly. This house is not only made of stone and mortar, wood and paint; it is made of time and mystery, hope and fear.
Construction never stops. We take some pride in our role as architects.
They think we will guide them to the center. Perhaps we will.
I’ve never heard Newt go “ngeong”.
International Animal Noises How to translate “moo,” “oink,” “bzzz,” and so on into major world languages. Caution again, some of the translation pages have autoplay on the animal sounds.
In other news, I’m back on the writing bandwagon. (I have figured out how to bypass the evils of a laptop keyboard… plug in a full-sized one! I can write reclined with the board in my lap and still pivot and turn… an ergonomic design that I really work more comfortably with.) And my ear cleared again… waugh. by way of chewing lunch. Now, I have super hearing again.
It’s a shame I don’t see more of
Thinking about the poetry of Azru Jehu, and it’s warming me, bringing me thoughts of pleasure and good memories. It’s funny, the chain reaction of thoughts that can take you from one point to another.
You know, I’m a fairly happy guy… (Why ‘e’s hardly gloomy, ‘e’s barely depressed, ‘e’s scarcely maudlin, ‘e is.) but I’ve always had a fascination for what’s on the other side of the curtain.
We met them at the gate though we usually wait inside. Preoccupied with their own thoughts, impatient, like so many children, they didn’t see who we really were. They never noticed our crowns, our pain, the fire in our eyes.
Like all others they think the house was made for them; actually, it is the other way around. They think we are poets who will lead them through the symbols and spaces of this underworld. They think we will teach them lessons. We are the lesson.
The monstrous walls rise up and run away as far as the human eye can see, circling and dividing. Which half is the Maze?
Even we get lost. It changes – sometimes slowly, imperceptibly…sometimes suddenly. This house is not only made of stone and mortar, wood and paint; it is made of time and mystery, hope and fear.
Construction never stops. We take some pride in our role as architects.
They think we will guide them to the center. Perhaps we will.
http://www.midol.com/mightymidol/mightymidol2.cfm
The mighty midols! Fight the evil of Monsteration…
This is a hoot.. the game’s fun too.. warning, the page has sound.
I dreamt that I was stabbed last night. Repeatedly, in the chest and slashed across the arms. I don’t remember it physically hurting, but I was pretty outraged that it was happening. I started yelling at the faceless person to stop, but they saw fit to continue. Looking down, I realised that there weren’t any wounds and calmed down immediately. I instead asked what the heck they thought they were doing… I got no reply, and I took away the knife. They were sat down like a small child, and I explained to them as simply and carefully as I could that what they were doing was bad and that it would normally hurt very much. I got the impression that they were very, very sorry and that they really had no idea that they were doing something awful.
Launched late for walkies today, but it’s a sleepy morning. I’m looking forward to getting a bike to work out with and maybe ride to and from work on occasion. I think that there’ll be quite a few beach and airport images in the near future. Helicopters were out this morning in a half-dozen candy colors, flying in formation like giant hummingbirds…. hovering and doing a large scale synch’ed ballet of movement. They’re doing work on the “haunted house”… hopefully it’ll still be freaky-creepy looking by the time the camera gets here. If not, there’s lots on los olas that’re imageworthy, along with the mall of the dead, and “count chocula’s house” up the road.
http://www.lsfileserv.com/aaw.html
sniffs your system for adware, and also kills vx2 illegal popups.
Ad-aware scans your memory, Registry, and hard drives for software components from Alexa (through 5.0), Aureate (1.0, 2.0, and 3.0), Comet Cursor (through 3.0), Cydoor, Doubleclick, DSSAgent,EzUla, Expedioware, EverAd, Flyswat, Gator, Gratisware, HotBar, OnFlow, TimeSink (through 5.0), Transponder, Web3000, Webhancer, and more. Ad-aware then displays a list of detected spyware modules, Registry keys, files, and folders, and allows you to remove them from your system selectively.
This update supports removal of EzUla, Expedioware, and Transponder modules, and features an “exclude” option to ignore modules you want to keep.
Note: Some advertisement-supported software may not work after the ad-monitoring components have been removed. If you run Ad-aware under Windows NT/2000, you may need to log in with administrator privileges. If you are upgrading from a version prior to 4.0, remove the Ad-aware folder or uninstall it before installing this new version.
Thoughts before bed.
dang it…my left ear gurgled, and is stopped up again! fark. I’m half-deaf in that ear again. it was a *shoop* and then this. I think I’m going to schedule a checkup. ugh. hop in the shower and try to steam it loose. [update] no dice… I might have some swort of infection. swallowing hard and yawning isn’t doing it, and I refuse to pop my ears.
Nifty linkies o’the day.
If you’re like most people, you often think, “Pumpkins aren’t airborne enough.” If you’re like these guys, you fix that by building trebuchets and other siege engines to get the job done. Then you compound the problem by writing poetry about it.
Mysteries that have baffled mankind for centuries have been solved by lego technology – well, “centuries,” assuming the Mesopotamians had Rubik’s Cubes. JP Brown’s CubeSolver sends the popular ’80s toy home cryin’ to mama. A robot made of lego that can do the cube. That’s the thing dreams are made of. I really admire his source code, too.. very clean, and in visual basic, no less. Color recognition software.. I’ve got some new ideas for newtcam (as of this posting, Newton looks like a vampire ready for the kill) thanks to this. (check out his other lego creations too.)
Nifty linkies o'the day.
If you’re like most people, you often think, “Pumpkins aren’t airborne enough.” If you’re like these guys, you fix that by building trebuchets and other siege engines to get the job done. Then you compound the problem by writing poetry about it.
Mysteries that have baffled mankind for centuries have been solved by lego technology – well, “centuries,” assuming the Mesopotamians had Rubik’s Cubes. JP Brown’s CubeSolver sends the popular ’80s toy home cryin’ to mama. A robot made of lego that can do the cube. That’s the thing dreams are made of. I really admire his source code, too.. very clean, and in visual basic, no less. Color recognition software.. I’ve got some new ideas for newtcam (as of this posting, Newton looks like a vampire ready for the kill) thanks to this. (check out his other lego creations too.)
yay! I ordered my digicam today, it’ll be here in the next 2-3 working days!
got that, a few rechargeable batteries, and a 128 meg flash “film” pack. Soon, walkies and piccies will be more visual. fear not, I’ll put up thumbnails and / or lj-cuts.
Ahh!
Relief!
The seal broke, and I can hear again with no pressure! I feel like I have super-sonar-ears!
Nice… removing a pebble from one’s shoe should always feel so good. 🙂
I dreamt that I was in an building, working on a new project, sharing an office with a few really nice folks. It was maybe a government place or a warehouse, as the walls were very industrial… long halls with metal doors stretching well off into the distance. The office lighting was nice and natural but once in the hallway the flourescent lights made things seem almost black and white, washed out and melancholy. We were all rolling as a unit, taking lunch at the same time, but returning to the work room was the respite we all wanted… posters on the walls, and real color. I recall that there were lots of fun recreational things to do in there, including the woodcarving element again. I started work on a toy elephant for someone very special to me… selecting paint, wood and sandpaper, pictures and a few strange things that I’m not sure that I’d need, like driftwood, beach glass, light bulbs, canned air… it was some sort of kit that had too many things, but had all the stuff I needed.
Walkies today really sharpened a few dream details in my mind. It was a wonderful feeling…there was a thick fog out, adding to the dreamy feel. So little traffic that it was like I was walking on a movie set, lots of stuff to reflect on. As the yellow face came out, the fog melted quickly and the heat rose rapidly, driving me to speed up a bit my wandering back to a more comfortable climate.
I don’t know why I don’t have MLK day off… I imagine the day will go gently, with only Canadian offices to deal with and the usual hubbub. We’ll see, I’m off to work in a a moment or three.