ideas garnered by talking to my sweetheart, and reading today.

adipocere (wet & dry)
cadaverine
putresine

stages of decomposition
Cooling, Rigor Mortis, Post Mortem Lividity, Putrefaction(yucka), Adipocere, Mummification, Maceration, Vitreous potassium

“incorruptable saints” – “iceman”, peat bog mummies

modern civilization likely has been possible partly because of adipocere- it is theorized that a significant portion of the world’s petroleum owes as it’s source, the soapy, waxy, cheeselike substance. (oil, coal, natural gas…. thanks, corpses!)

Things you can make with waxy fluid remains –

Soap, candles, sealing wax, media for artwork, lubricating grease for axles.. (offshot to – lip gloss, floor wax, car polish, wood polish… )

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Adipocere….. feared, loathed, and misunderstood by mankind for thousands of years. A little-known by-product of the advanced decomposition of dead human bodies, adipocere is a mystery to all whom first encounter it.
here is the NUMBER ONE site exclusively about adipocere on the web. Their aim is to make adipocere (also known as grave wax or mortuary fat), better understood, less feared, and more appreciated for the natural and scientifically useful substance that it really is.
Check the web site out: http://adipocere.homestead.com/

warning, it has photos of a graphic nature after the cover page.

This stuff is fascinating. from environmental aspects to exploding caskets.

An ad for Jimmy John’s Sandwich Shops: “Before you take your child to the Arches remember this:.”

goofin’ around….

once I tweak it to 40k or less, I’ll add it, maybe. 🙂

Hitting the sack early…I heard back from astley, I might get my computer before work tomorrow if all goes well. I’m going to get back on walkies schedule, and resynch my snoozles with my sweetie.

See you kiddies later….

143, Ornj

Yeeek.

Scotto, your inner rock star is Randy Travis

Yup, there’s no denying your inner rock star is Randy T. Deep down you’re as American as they come, enjoying life’s simple pleasures—a little laughing, a little loving. In fact, when you’re in love’s embrace, you’ve been known to toss out some syrupy lines or even carve your names on a tree. But that’s OK, we all expect such down-home chivalry from you. Plain and simple, you’re a man with a big heart. At the same time, you’ve got a little bit of a rebellious streak to round out the profile. Let’s face it: you’re a success, a dream date, a well-balanced, multitalented, all-around nice guy. And man, that voice of yours melts hearts as fast as a butter pat on hot mashed potatoes. Feed your inner Randy!

pastiche pas-TEESH; pahs-, noun:
1. A work of art that imitates the style of some previous work.
2. A musical, literary, or artistic composition consisting of selections from various works.
3. A hodgepodge; an incongruous combination of different styles and ingredients.

Pastiche comes from Italian pasticcio, “a paste,” hence “a hodgepodge, literary or musical,” ultimately from Latin pasta, “paste.”

pre-edit… still looks like poo, and building. going to bed.
Continue reading Written half asleep, will review tomorrow for redundancies and clarity…and to just generally review →

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Four guys are driving cross-country together — one from Idaho, one from Nebraska, one from Florida, one from New York.

A bit down the road the man from Idaho starts to pull potatoes from his bag and throws them out the window.

The man from Nebraska turns to him and asks, “What the heck are you doing?”

The man from Idaho says, “Man, we have so many of these damned things in Idaho they’re laying around on the ground-I’m sick of looking at them!”

A few miles down the road, the man from Nebraska begins pulling husks of corn from his bag and throwing them out the window.

The man from Florida asks “What are you doing that for?”

The Nebraskan replies, “Man, we have so many of these damned things in Nebraska I’m sick of looking at them!”

Inspired by the others, the man from Florida opens the car door and pushes the New Yorker out.

These color photographs of circa-1915 Tsarist Russia by Sergei Mikhailovich Prokudin-Gorskii are amazing (particularly these two).

I sent my machine off with Astley tonight, and I wonder how long it’ll take him to make things right. The hardware needs a good working over, and I don’t have the time or the inclination to deal with it myself…however, if he doesn’t have the box in my house and running like a top by Sunday, I’ll simply demand he puts things as they were, and for him to return my money. I’m glad I’m not as upset over this as I might be…he’s been very inconsiderate with my time and patience, but I really don’t seem to care. *shrug* A pleasant side effect of being in love, I imagine. 🙂