More pictures of travel from Miami back to Fort Lauderdale
It was a long day, and I was happy to be heading back to the homefront.
6762 – music, people watching, and pizza.. a decent night.
Went out to pizza with Danny, and had a nice long session of talking and people-watching. there’s a lot on his mind lately, and I hope that the pressures ease up. I think he’s going to have to come to some major decisions regarding work, and soon.
ADP let me down in a big way last night…couldn’t remember after three reminders and having written it down. I don’t know what to do about her. Everyone’s entitled to mistakes, but hers are consistent. If she can’t be relied upon to do it, I’ll launch sexual predator calls myself, if need be. I’m glad I thought to call and ask if the job was launched, or they’d not have gone out at all, rather than late.
nice paid perq. If you’re logged in as a paid user, you “cut in line” of other web requests that Lj’s received but has not yet generated a response.
Speaking of servers, My lj has moved again.
scottobear is on Madcow, subcluster 3.
coloringbook is on Chef, subcluster 7.
live_journalia is on Cartman, subcluster 7.
menstrualhut is on Santa, subcluster 3.
Making Fiends #10! Chompy Bats Like Ice Cream!
6761 – Socknapper
Man Accused of Stealing Boy’s Socks
COLUMBUS, Ohio – A man accused of grabbing a 9-year-old boy, carrying him behind a Kroger store and stealing his socks has been arrested on kidnapping and robbery charges.
Maurice C. Teague told officers he has more than 500 pairs of children’s socks.
Investigating officers said they couldn’t confirm the number but said they found “a lot” of socks at Teague’s home, police spokeswoman Sherry Mercurio said on Tuesday.
Police said Teague, 28, accosted the boy Friday evening and dropped a piece of identification as he fled. They arrested him at his home on Sunday, Mercurio said. He’s jailed on $75,000 bond.
“It’s odd, obviously — someone going after little boys’ socks,” Detective Guy Patete said.
Police said the child was on his way home from the grocery around 6:30 p.m. when Teague asked to buy his socks for $5. The boy refused again when Teague offered him $10, and Teague picked him up, ran behind the store and pulled the boy’s shoes and socks off his feet.
Police said the boy picked up Teague’s identification and his mother called police. Teague, who has no criminal record, at first denied the account but then admitted grabbing the boy, police said.
6760 – museum pix, waiting for news on my condo, misc
The condo owners are out of town… silly for them to list it and not be available until later, but, whatever. I’ll know more today, I think.
Did the guy that invented combos see a snausage, and think it would be tasty for people to have a snack like that.. or was it the other way around, benefiting dogs?
Intelligent observation overheard ages ago – “Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit; wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.”
I can’t believe that a single packet of ramen noodles is considered to be “three servings”. That’s almost as bad as the “two fig newtons per serving” rule. Who decides this stuff? Very full people who aren’t so hungry and don’t like the product?
Random ramen factoids –
- “Ramen” is the Japanese pronunciation of the Chinese characters lo mein, which means “boiled noodles.”
- Ramen was popularized in Japan by a 17th century samurai named Mito Komon. You can see Mito’s actual ramen bowl and a reproduction of his favorite meal in the Momofuku Ando Instant Ramen Museum in Osaka, Japan. The museum that attracts 1500 visitors a day–more than Japan’s national art museum.
I’m in the mood to watch the Rockford Files again.
Random Scotto Factoid: I had trouble remembering the difference between definitions for vertical and diagonal, until I learned the word vertigo. Likewise, horizontal was never a problem, because I already knew the word horizon. I learn better by association, rather than simply by rote.
6759 – Where it’s at.
6759 – Where it's at.
6758 – Spidey2 note
I feel bad for the landlord’s daughter in Spider-man 2.
I hope that she finds a nice guy to share chocolate cake with.
6757 – put a bid down…
Last night I reviewed and put a bid down on a condo. Nice neighborhood, the place is a very roomy one bedroom (much bigger than my last apartment, let along my little studio) in excellent physical shape, and in a nice neighborhood.
I’ll know if my offer was accepted this afternoon…it just came on the market yesterday morning, and nobody was in line in front of me, as far as I know.
I’ve got my fingers crossed.
Hm… I thought that they weren’t doing any more There-upgrades, but I just got notification that I’m back in the beta, and it’s been upgraded. Maybe it’s not going dark as soon as I thought.
6756 – Journey, part 4, Sinister BBC series edition
Some things that seem taken from the set of The Prisoner TV series
6755 – Journey, part 3 – brides, brides everywhere, and not a one to wed
Many women in bridal gowns or the like were there on Saturday. I suspect a photo shoot for a magazine, but there wasn’t a lot of camera technology there.. just handheld cameras, none of those wacky reflector-umbrellas, makeup folks or people with light meters that I saw at the last shoot I witnessed in Fort Lauderdale. Maybe they didn’t need it with all of the natural light as nice as it was? Maybe the production values were just lower. In any event, they added a nice ambiance to the visit.
6754 – Journey, part 2 – Vandals, Statues, Lego
O Muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending,
A wanderer, harried for years on end…
Something worth mentioning about the trip of Saturday… It seemed like every common room had large white urns in them, with remains of someone or other inside. It was interesting at first and later became almost the theme of the house, which was fairly ostentatious.. makes Cinderella’s castle look like a grass shack.
I had hoped that the misting garden was open, but it wasn’t.. it’s a great way to cool off if you don’t mind getting a little wet.
6753 – The day out was lovely, though hot and steamy.
HAPPY 4th of JULY! I know I’m glad to be as free as I am.
So, Vizcaya it was. I walked the house (sadly, no photography inside was allowed) Outside, however, is another story entirely… so, I took a lot of pictures. )though, not all the pictures below are mine) There was *so* much statuary, and such extensive Mediterranean gardens that I could’ve stayed there all day… but the beating of the sun got to me after walking around in it from late morning to about 3pm, even with the cool breeze off of the water, and the gigantic fruit smoothie I was gunning down at a record pace.
Something nifty was that there was either a photo-shoot for a bridal magazine going on, or three different wives-to-be were all being captured on film in different parts of the outside, too. At times, it seemed as if I couldn’t take a picture without snagging a gal in a white dress and gloves someplace in the shot. (and I took a few deliberate shots, too… it’s to the gal’s merit how composed they were in the aforementioned super-sun beams. There was also a “Red White & Blue” celebration planned for the evening, with some rasta-guys working the soundboard. Unfortunately, I wasn’t up to staying there to the 9pm launch time.
I took so many photos that it’ll take me a while to sort the wheat from the chaff. I’ll toss in a few each entry as I go through ’em. Explanations of each are beneath the picture in question.
6752 Morbidity, dead stuff in general.
Once upon a time a little old lady was on a bus, who ever so slowly bought a transit ticket from a bus conductor. She fretted and fussed with her gigantic purse for the correct change… After 15 minutes of impatient waiting, the conductor became so enraged that he hit her on the head with the ticket-dispenser, and the poor old dear died instantly.
Not surprisingly, he was convicted and put on death row. Just before he was to be electrocuted, his last request was for 12 pounds of bananas, which he devoured.
They strapped him into the chair, flipped the switch, and he just sat there, smiling. According to tradition, this was considered a reprieve from God and he was freed.
Somehow he got his old job back, and he was happily dispensing tickets when he saw a girl stick her gum on the back of a seat on the bus. Furious, he lunged out with the ticket dispenser, broke the offender’s neck and killed her.
Again, he is convicted and sent to death row. He again ate the 12 pounds of bananas, and lo and behold, the electricity did not harm him. This time the executioner cleaned the contacts, made him sit in a bucket of water, he tried everything – but still the guy wouldn’t die. So again, he was set free.
Amazingly, he regained his job. It took him 1 day to lose his temper and beat to death a young boy who started to chew his bus ticket. He returned to death row, ate the bananas, and survived the electrocution.
At this point, the executioner can take no more – his professional pride has been hurt. Before setting the fiend free again, he asked him his secret – “What is it with the bananas?”
“Oh, the bananas have nothing to do with it”, replied the man. “I’m just a bad conductor.”
6750 – misc.
7/2/04 8:13 pm @ the laundry, once again.
no wireless today… It looks like the doctor next door shut down for the long weekend. No matter, I have plenty of things to read or write offline.
Ü – The Shoo-smilie. I still prefer it to 🙂 or ^_^ for a happy face.
hungry for Chinese takeout tonight, but I think I’ll hold out until Sunday call.
I haven’t been in reading mode this week… Still reading, but not the massive quantities usually digested.
Tired eyes, awake mind this evening. Maybe a music night… maybe a horseplay night with Newt.
8:57pm place started empty, but now hopping with people. got to love the variety… mostly young people.
For no good reason whatsoever, my bootup image on the palm –
6749 – It’s easy to knuckle-walk while holding a screwdriver.
Apparently I have a “repair aura” this morning.
I “fixed” the fax machine with my presence… I merely walked by, giving it a look and it clicked on, dutifully sending pages to assorted points around the world…perhaps it was afraid of getting some of what the router in the other room got once I was through with it. Don’t make me get all “Office Space / Bolton” on your booty, Mr. Fax.
Elusively skulking from workstation to workstation, the Scotto-yeti wanders into the underbrush of into the server-room, to be sure all is well in his electrical glade and plasti-formed work grotto.
The other nearby fauna are often nearby, and show little to no fear of wandering into our quiet ursine anthropoid’s foraging zone. Amongst them are any number of beasties, ranging from the pleasanty quiet and unassuming V-mouse to the loud, peevish clucking of a Rhode Island hen, scratching at the the gound and generally making a mess. Fortunately the buttergnome and the pebble-kicking wombat are occupied elsewhere lately. I wonder what it’d take to bring a little red monkee into the grotto?
