grilled cheese boca, living alone, hermit crabs(I and O), atari st, no phone, broker than broke, library, motorscooter, beany’s subs, gentle giant, quamtumm leap, loneliness, liberties, shelaigh, the measure of friends, I & O, first Dbase program, Shelly.

Ah… my site’s back up… all my linked piccies are fine. *phew*

day’s been going slow, lots of work, my love is in meetings much of the day, apparently one of my photo-hosts (my website, too) is down, so the flash operation of my lj, and many of the embedded pictures are unavailable. No story ideas are comeing to me for the hobo plot… I think stream of thought will fix that, though. Not a lot of time ot seek new residence… I really would like to bounce out quickly.

ah well. It’s Thursday.

Some good things –

My sweetheart and I really communicate. I love talking to her. Just can’t get enough. Heck, I love her. been saying it and meaning it for nearly seven months now, and I am still warmed, delighted by the thought of her. I must’ve done something really good to be in a relationship with her… whatever it was, I’m glad!

Also –

Diana’s on vacation for another week. one less thorn in my side… much simpler to do work without her wheezing smoke into my personal space.
Dale on Vacation tomorrow at noon… I’ll have the office to myself, and will have free run of the machines, without having to kick him off.
Dan’ll help me move… school’s out for summer!
Dan’ll be able to goof around more, in general! 🙂

allow me to experiment, as the faq isn’t too clear on how this works, (at least to me) Since it’s rude to ask your age, I’ll ask…

this poll was braught to you by the ‘scale’ feature in lj polls! feel free to answer. 🙂

My morning, the short form.

My spark plugs must be misfiring. I went to bed earlyish last night…and I must’ve been asleep before my head hit the pillow. I like to read before bed, or at least put on my CPAP. about 3am, I awakened with mouth very dry and with Newt nestled securely along my right leg… a place he very rarely sleeps. I reach over, get a swig of water, and put on the CPAP, all the while my bod was unrested. Flash forward to 10am. I wake to Newtie pitty-patiting my face, and I thank him. Sometime during the night, the big brain froze, so I set him to reboot, and played with the kitty as the machine comes up… I check my mail and chitchat with my sweetie, then hop in the shower, and head to work. I’m still tired.. and haven’t gotten around to scarfing breakfast yet. [Update – grabbed a bagel and two oj’s off the roach coach ~12:30]

word of the day

wag WAG, noun:
A humorous person; a wit; a joker.

Wag in this sense perhaps comes from the obsolete wag-halter, “a rogue; one likely to be hanged.”

Lots of wags of assorted sorts here. I’m sort of surprised the dictionary doesn’t mention scalawag.

Been noticing folks are sick all over lj… colds abound in Boston, Maryland, Florida, Canada… all over my friend’s list. you guys are getting it all germy! feel better soon. *big hugs*

I fear no colds, because of ultrababy-x, and his ladybug virus repelling helmet is near!!

I thought that this was cute… a test to see how healthy your feces are. (Nothing gross, little cartoon poopies)

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In its thirteenth season, “COPS” will continue to bring viewers squalid scenes of bored policemen harassing dispirited, shirtless losers — but this time with a laugh track!

When I was young, I’d anonymously mail packets of salt (like the ones you’d get with french fries) to people I didn’t like, in case they were witches, zombies or evil space slugs living in human guise.

*WARNING*

Improper use of the glow text feature will open you up to mockery, and painful commentary…”That looks like a fuzzy commode lid at an old folk’s home!”

{table style=”filter:glow(color=lightgreen, strength=4)”}i’m sorry for not telling you {lj user=daizee}!{/table}

now everybody knows! (replace curly braces with appropriate greater/less than signs)
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from lj-maint – (profanity edited out)

We got SYN flooded by a DDoS. 50 Mbps of incoming SYN packets isn’t good. Things broke.

Whoever did it is a punk. These little d-less morons can’t break into the car, so they decide instead to slash its tires. Well now our tires have metal guards. incompetent sysadmins at the sites where the hacked machines were flooding from didn’t have their routers configured correctly, so the packets got out onto the net with forged source addresses.
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for more info about this sort of stuff –

http://packetstorm.securify.com/papers/contest/
http://staff.washington.edu/dittrich/misc/ddos/
http://packetstorm.securify.com/distributed/

the first link was back towards the very begining of DDoS existance. the latter are updated…

Weird.. I just did a post about good firewall software and DDos attacks… Maybe I should post about LJ’ers being given huge sacks of money?

Rainy day today… I don’t think I’ll be doing walkies (Well, maybe… I sort of like to walk in the rain sometimes). Hurricane season has officially begun…Moist Mama Allison is whisking her way North, even as we speak.

Hobbit Names – I’ve been meaning to post this link for some time, since seeing it in ‘s journal way back whenever… 🙂

Lotho Chubb-Baggins or Lotho Gamwich of the Bree Gamwiches (depending how you do it.) are my hobbit names. I think I prefer Oso to Lotho! My sweetie turns out to be – Peony Moss of Lake-by-Downs or Daisy Boffin of Whitfurrows (grins)

Also… trust me on this one… if you have AIM, add SmarterChild to your buddy list. I’ve played with the beta, and it rocks. super duper reference source. Add as a Buddy, Send Message

I have a hankering for a big ol’ cheese omelette, whole wheat toast, a carafe of OJ, and some coffee. IHOP is within walking distance. (in the pouring rain) I don’t imagine I’ll succumb to this desire, but it’s certainly there. Pouring a cup of morning tea instead, and talking to my darling, dearest love.

song playing on the radio.. pretty…

laconic (luh-KON-ik) adjective

Sparing with words, concise, terse.

[From Latin Laconicus, from Greek Lakonikos, from Lakon, Laconian, a resident of Laconia, an ancient country in southern Greece (Capital: Sparta). From the reputation of the Laconians for terseness.]

I’m so glad I just let my hair grow. I harbor a completely irrational terror of hair salons and stylists… As soon as my butt’s in the chair and that awful nylon body-bib is cinched tight around my throat, I feel like I’m being forced to communicate in some sort of arcane code that no one’s ever bothered to show me the key to. By the time the haircut is over, I’m usually so uncomfortable that all I want to do is throw money at the poor scissor-weilder and get the heck out of there.

My last barbershop/salon type haircut was in 1996 and if all goes well may I never, ever go again. I much prefer friends to cut my hair, if it gets cut at all. (just snip the split ends, even it up…)