
Hooboy…

Hooboy…
Found out how to post messages in the past or the future… without them bubbling to the present…
http://www.livejournal.com/dev/applet/
allows for it by checking the backdate function, so *NO MORE POSTS* from my three month old written journals.
(I was posting them private, then unpravating after about 50 or so of my messages went by, to spare folks ‘flood from the past’.)
from lj-dev
opt_backdated
New meta-data for posts: opt_backdated, a bool.
If set, post won’t show on friends views or your main page (not inserted into hints table). Also, if you set it when editing an old post (if you forgot to set it when posting originally), then it’ll delete the row from the hints table, so it’ll be removed from friends views (which is what the user would expect).
Client authors … want to add this? The full update web page has it.
(this has been a very commonly requested feature)

my fun time waster du jour –
http://www.sketchzilla.com/
Sketchzilla is intended as a public interactive graffiti space. The following pages contain unfiltered user contributions. Please feel free to tag the pages yourself at any time. To do so, click on one of the small pellets next to whatever it is you wish to change, and then you’ll see a space to input text, links, or URLs of images on the web… once you’ve done that, click the sketchzilla button and it’s there for all the world to see. Note that html tags are still fully functional on these pages. Have fun and spread the word!
I never saw a purple cow
I never hope to see one
But I can tell you anyhow
I’d rather see than be one!.
-Gelett Burgess
ullage (UL-ij) noun
The amount of liquid by which a container falls short of being full, or The amount of liquid within a container that is lost, as by leakage, during shipment or storage.
[Middle English ulage, from Old French eullage, from eullier, to fill a cask, (from ouil eye, hole, from Latin oculus eye).]

Come and daaaaance with me….
{love permeates my body… }
*gestures to my sleeping sweetheart….
*badeedledeedlededot…
ok.. really going to bed.. 🙂
My most sweet love must’ve hit the sack early… I think I’ll do the same.
See you slothy-lusters tomorrow!
*waves
clue-by-four
[Usenet: portmanteau, clue + two-by-four] The notional stick with which one whacks an aggressively clueless person. This term derives from a western American folk saying about training a mule “First, you got to hit him with a two-by-four. That’s to get his attention.” The clue-by-four is a close relative of the LART. Syn. `clue stick’. This metaphor is commonly elaborated; your editor once heard a hacker say “I smite you with the great sword Cluebringer!”
see also –
pococurante (po-ko-koo-RAN-tee, -kyoo-) adjective
Indifferent, apathetic, nonchalant.
noun
A careless or indifferent person.
[From Italian, poco little + curante, present participle of curare, to
care, from Latin, curare, cure, care.]
folks are really lucky I forgot to bring my clue-by-four into work today, and neglected to mercilessly pummel the gathered pococurante population.
http://www.iht.com/articles/17225.html
lamprey eel brain in a robot. Ok… now this is something out of Brainiac or Lex Luthor’s crime file right here.

“They [lampreys] feed by biting their victims, fastening themselves by their sphincter-like mouths. Once attached, the lamprey begins to drain blood…”
do you really want something that used to drive a tooth-filled mouth of death inside of a robot? In the words of seanbaby…“Why not the brain of something less dangerous like a fire-breathing crocodile or Joseph Stalin? Then maybe you could attach a power drill to its face and hire it out to daycare centers!”
I now officially fear the day when robotic flesh-eating cyborgs come to chew off my face. THANKS, SCIENCE!!
Doesn’t *ANYONE* flowchart anymore?
Baba Yaga
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In a number of East European myths, a Baba Yaga (there are more than one) is a cannibalistic witch who lives in a hut on the edge of the forest. The hut stands on chicken legs and will only lower itself after Baba Yaga said a certain rhyme. A picket fence surrounds the hut and she places the skulls of her victims on it. For transportation Baba Yaga uses a giant mortar which she drives at high speed across the forest floor by steering the pestle with her right hand and sweeping away all traces of her passage with a broom in her left hand. A host of spirits often follows her.
Baba Yaga is often represented as a little, ugly, old woman with a huge and distorted nose and long teeth. She is also called Jezi-Baba or Baba Yaga Kostianaya Noga (“bone-legs”), referring to the fact that she is rather skinny. She is regarded as the devil’s own grandmother.
In old Hungarian folklore, Baba (“old woman”) was originally a good fairy but was later degraded to a witch. A Baba Yaga is a hard bargainer, and will threaten to eat those who do not fulfil their part of an agreement.
diastema (die-uh-STEE-mah) noun, plural diastemata
A gap between two adjacent teeth.
[Late Latin, from Greek diastema, interval, from diiastanai, to put
apart.]

Singing for Daizee
La-la-la…la-la-la.
La-la-la…la-la-la.
When her robe is unfurled she will show you the world,
if you step up and tell her where.
For a dime you can see Kankakee or Paree,
or Washington crossing The Delaware.
La-la-la…la-la-la.
La-la-la…la-la-la.
Oh Lydia, oh Lydia, say, have you met Lydia?
Lydia The Tattooed Lady.
When her muscles start relaxin’,
up the hill comes Andrew Jackson.
Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclo-pidia.
Oh Lydia The Queen of them all.
For two bits she will do a mazurka in jazz,
with a view of Niagara that nobody has.
And on a clear day you can see Alcatraz.
You can learn a lot from Lydia!
La-la-la…la-la-la.
La-la-la…la-la-la.
Come along and see Buffalo Bill with his lasso.
Just a little classic by Mendel Picasso.
Here is Captain Spaulding exploring the Amazon.
Here’s Godiva, but with her pajamas on.
La-la-la…la-la-la.
La-la-la…la-la-la.
Here is Grover Whelan unveilin’ The Trilon.
Over on the west coast we have Treasure Isle-on.
Here’s Nijinsky a-doin’ the rhumba.
Here’s her social security numba.
La-la-la…la-la-la.
La-la-la…la-la-la.
Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclo-pidia.
Oh Lydia The Champ of them all.
She once swept an Admiral clear off his feet.
The ships on her hips made his heart skip a beat.
And now the old boy’s in command of the fleet,
for he went and married Lydia!
I said Lydia…
(He said Lydia…)
They said Lydia…
We said Lydia, la, la!