Nibbling on edamame, finished my book, and figured I’d putter back at the ‘puter for a bit.

Earlier, (when I was in the shower, having a shampoo) I daydreamed a bit about getting a tattoo… it was nothing more than a fleeting thought, and it led to pondering about something that recurs in my mind here and again, the good-ol’ forehead tattoo. I started thinking about a society that required everyone to choose a tattoo of a simple design, to be placed on the face where everyone could see it. Why? I don’t know. But the symbol had to be right in the middle of the forehead and of a large size… say, as big as the outside circumference of the person’s thumb and pointer finger can make, give or take… the ink in sharp contrast with the skin, so that it’s visible at a good distance, and the line’s thickness at least that of a laundry marker.

So, I haven’t posted a poll in a long time. Of course, feel free to fill in the comments if you’d like to add more detail or can’t operate the poll as a non-LJer.

Here comes the sun… Dawn’s breaking, and I’m wide awake. I got a missing call at about 3am this morning, and haven’t been back to bed yet. I’ll take a little nap midday to catch up.

I wonder how much Santa got paid to be in the Macy’s Thanksgiving day parade. pretty good gig, ride on a car, wave and take home a paycheck. Is he the same Santa’s helper that works at the Macy’s store and gets all the little kids to sit in his lap for pictures?

I’ve discovered the spiffy-keeness of the file sharing system known as DC++. I’m *really* impressed with the stuff that’s out there, far better than kazaa or winmx. I’ve found pdf files, video and whackadoo music that I’ve never been able to locate otherwise.

I don’t think that I’ll be too keen on the new Battlestar Galactica. I don’t mind the gender change of Starbuck and Boomer, though I find it to be wacky, and even a little typical of the current genre… but also a “Cylon” character that’s played by Victoria’s Secret model named “Number Six” that likes to straddle and hump Baltar or whoever… eh. I’ll look into it if someone that I trust sees it and tells me “You’ve got to see it!” SciFi hasn’t done a lot of solid work in my opinion.. but a few gems have shined out here and there. I actually liked the version of Dune that they put together. As a kid I liked BG ok, but to be honest, it wasn’t a great show to start with, in my opinion. The episodes hold a lot more childhood nostalgia for me rather than great storytelling.

Time traveling monkey ninjas, and Michael Dorn as Rufus 3000. Now there’s a show.The Kim Possible Movie was very keen. Nicely Done, Disney. (And Ron’s lines are perfect miniMAX commentary.) I look forward to grabbing it off the net. (though I’ve grabbed it with the vcr… handy-dandy back-to back runs made it easy to preview, and then record.

Synopsis

Well, after reading all of the reviews on the new gamma world that I care to (here, here and here, basically), it looks like I’d prefer to use the version of “Omega World“. It appears that the new version of GW at best is mediocre, and at worst, is a both an editorial and content bomb. I have to remember to ask the Gray Pumpkin his feelings on the book. (He was the person that even told me it had been published.)

Speaking of gamer-talk, it’s nice to see gaming / comics nerds in the mainstream. Today’s Foxtrot / Calvin comics

It’s the day after Thanksgiving… I suppose I can work a bit more on my Yuletide background for my website and journal I’d like to keep it muted, but festive. I wonder if blinking lights on the trees would be too distracting? I won’t trot out the holiday icons and such much more before a week ahead of Christmas… and they’ll be gone by New Year’s. Perhaps I’ll make some birthday graphics, too, for February. Not many people even noticed my Halloween background when it was up… but it was subtle.

Historical Lunatic Quiz… Spot on?

Well, I talked to my brother briefly this afternoon (about 1:30), and he’s helping to cook over where he’s rooming right now. I don’t know if we’re going to get together today, or not, but at least we got a chance to gab for a bit. We’ll see where the day takes us, but I doubt anything will happen at this point. I do know that he’s getting fed and chilling out today, so that’s a good thing. If I don’t hear from him in an hour or two, I’ll chow down solo. [update, 5:07pm – He just called and said he wasn’t going to make it. That’s all well and good, but I missed out on getting together at Danny’s due to my sense of family and obligation to him. It’s too bad that I can’t get together with Dan today, but perhaps sometime this weekend will work out. ]

So far, being on call today has been slow, just a habitual this morning. (I was wondering if there’d be a rash of kids taking off with the force of holiday/family friction.)

“I know I’ve seen the hymn in a hymnal at a very odd little church on Lincoln Road in Miami Beach (it’s hard to describe just how odd it is that there’s a church there at all – it’s as if they transplanted a miniature Spanish Mission into a largely-gay international shopping mall)… I can’t remember if it had music or not, but I may have to drive the hour and a half to find out. ” – via Barbelith

The Hymn in Question?

#90 God of Concrete
[Frederick R.C. Clarke and Richard Granville Jones]
[from The Hymn Book of the Anglican Church of Canada and the United Church of Canada (1971 edition)]

God of concrete, God of steel,
God of piston and of wheel,
God of pylon, God of steam,
God of girder and of beam,
God of atom, God of mine:
all the world of power is thine.

Lord of cable, Lord of rail,
Lord of freeway and of mail,
Lord of rocket and of flight,
Lord of soaring satellite,
Lord of lightning’s flashing line:
all the world of speed is thine.

Lord of science, Lord of art,
Lord of map and graph and chart,
Lord of physics and research,
Word of Bible, Faith of church,
Lord of sequence and design:
all the world of truth is thine.

God whose glory fills the earth,
gave the universe its birth,
loosed the Christ with Easter’s might,
saves the world from evil’s blight,
claims us all by grace divine:
all the world of love is thine.

Man, that’s great. I would really like to hear a chorus of people singing that… Somehow, picturing a congregation wearing choir robes, Green Lantern rings and hard hats is wayyy too nifty to me.

William S. Burroughs – A Thanksgiving Prayer (mp3 format) (The snarky side of things.)

Nifty Cams all over the planet.

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Happy Thanksgiving!

Yummy Chocolate Cabin and Chief Bit-o-honey
Compliments of Gallery of Regrettable food’s Party Cake Houses

Thanksgiving is a wonderful time. It’s been all been said before, but it bears repeating.

I feel that it exists as one last chance to dwell in an introspective, love-filled space before the rampant commercialism of Christmas turn us all into mall-dwelling spend-monkeys. That span until Christmas actually arrives can be so crass… I think that breaking through that month-long barrier of frenzy and stress once Christmas finally comes around makes the arrival that much more festive and sacred. Thanksgiving is the last deep breath before diving in, it seems.

I am thankful for so much this year, and for the last few years now. I’ve learned to be more appreciative, and I think that I have more to appreciate now than in years past. I’m thankful for about every synaptic impulse that hits my noggin through the day. From Newt nuzzling me awake to play first thing of the day to the last letter of text read (on the net or on paper), before I prepare for sleep.

I just feel so lucky to have consciousness. I’m awake. (A lot of the universe isn’t nearly that fortunate.) When I add in the love, joy, adventure and creative outlets in my life. I just have to pinch myself.

I’m thankful for having all sorts of love in my life, from my sweetheart, to Newt, to friendships… those that have been steady for ages, some that have been recovered recently after a wide gap, and those that started only this year, but have the potential to last well into the future. I’m thankful for a vocation that uses what knowledge and abilities I have to make a difference in the world, and help people. I’m thankful that I’ve got a roof over my head, a cupboard full of food, a desire and ability to continue to grow as a person. I’m thankful for all the people that have read my journal and introduced themselves to me. I’ve met *hundreds* of folks over time with this thing, and I feel that I’ve learned something good from every one of them. Thank you for being a part of my blessed life.

Getting together with the bro today, if all goes well. I’m on call so I can’t do much traveling (no more than 20 minutes from the net to place calls… I wonder if it will be crazy busy or totally quiet? There wasn’t a single call last night.)

I’m wondering what we’ll have. We could call the Downtown Pizzeria(they still use the ¢ sign on the menu), and get just about anything. when I worked the graveyard shift at IMT, I was so happy that they delivered until 4am, and that they had a huge selection…. I don’t see the bro picking anything up on the way over. If for some reason he decides not to make it, I’ll hold off, and fix something here out of what I’ve got in the cupboard.

Dan’s D20 / D&D fantasy game went well, he had a decent time, and the rest seemed to have a blast. Apparently strategy and tactics aren’t their strong suit, but they enjoyed it, and that’s really what counts. From what I hear, the GM has a lot of good potential and the players will adapt quickly enough. They fought a gelatinous cube and some sort of roof-gripping tentacled horror. (The name escapes me. I’ll have to ask Danny what that was again.) Apparently they were smacked around pretty thoroughly, but nobody kicked the bucket, which works well enough. There were a lot of critical failures… the paladin rolled a 1, and fumbled into the cube headlong, and they’re stuck having to draw him back out again… and the Mage botched a roll on magic missile, shooting a fighter-type rather than the aforementioned wriggly roof-monster.

Dan’s still got an aversion to dice that have more or less than six sides and maps on squares rather than hexes, but I think that he realizes that the play is the thing. I imagine that once he gets the full gist of the rules, he’ll enjoy it all the more. He’s talking about running a game next year at the school (he’s got no time or inclination this year) but I have serious doubts if he’s got any kind of time.

I wonder what Gelatinous Cubes would look like if D&D maps were originally drawn on hex paper? probably still cube shaped, because they sweep hallways and the like. The cool thing about gelatinous cubes is that it neither digests nor excretes metal, giving an adventurers a reason to kill it and scoop coins from its corpse. It’s like some sort of living, deadly, mall fountain.

Many E-book sources in one place. Handy!

Toshiba’s new e805 Pocket PC – sporting a large 640×480 resolution display (the first to turn up in a Pocket PC), 160MB of memory, a 400MHz processor, and built-in WiFi.

Art & Architecture is the Courtauld Gallery’s online visual resource – some 40,000 images covering, as the name suggests, the visual arts. Sample galleries include Destroyed: ten buildings which no longer exist.. There’s lots to browse here.

This looks pretty nice – a $200 PC with Linux. I may get one. I wonder if Lycoris is a decent server OS, since it seems to be sold as a desktop system.

Show and tell music has all kinds of great retro album covers.

One that stands out as rather twisted is Tortura. Don’t forget to download the jazzy MP3.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Yummy Chocolate Cabin and Chief Bit-o-honey
Compliments of Gallery of Regrettable food’s Party Cake Houses

Thanksgiving is a wonderful time. It’s been all been said before, but it bears repeating.

I feel that it exists as one last chance to dwell in an introspective, love-filled space before the rampant commercialism of Christmas turn us all into mall-dwelling spend-monkeys. That span until Christmas actually arrives can be so crass… I think that breaking through that month-long barrier of frenzy and stress once Christmas finally comes around makes the arrival that much more festive and sacred. Thanksgiving is the last deep breath before diving in, it seems.

I am thankful for so much this year, and for the last few years now. I’ve learned to be more appreciative, and I think that I have more to appreciate now than in years past. I’m thankful for about every synaptic impulse that hits my noggin through the day. From Newt nuzzling me awake to play first thing of the day to the last letter of text read (on the net or on paper), before I prepare for sleep.

I just feel so lucky to have consciousness. I’m awake. (A lot of the universe isn’t nearly that fortunate.) When I add in the love, joy, adventure and creative outlets in my life. I just have to pinch myself.

I’m thankful for having all sorts of love in my life, from my sweetheart, to Newt, to friendships… those that have been steady for ages, some that have been recovered recently after a wide gap, and those that started only this year, but have the potential to last well into the future. I’m thankful for a vocation that uses what knowledge and abilities I have to make a difference in the world, and help people. I’m thankful that I’ve got a roof over my head, a cupboard full of food, a desire and ability to continue to grow as a person. I’m thankful for all the people that have read my journal and introduced themselves to me. I’ve met *hundreds* of folks over time with this thing, and I feel that I’ve learned something good from every one of them. Thank you for being a part of my blessed life.

Getting together with the bro today, if all goes well. I’m on call so I can’t do much traveling (no more than 20 minutes from the net to place calls… I wonder if it will be crazy busy or totally quiet? There wasn’t a single call last night.)

I’m wondering what we’ll have. We could call the Downtown Pizzeria(they still use the ¢ sign on the menu), and get just about anything. when I worked the graveyard shift at IMT, I was so happy that they delivered until 4am, and that they had a huge selection…. I don’t see the bro picking anything up on the way over. If for some reason he decides not to make it, I’ll hold off, and fix something here out of what I’ve got in the cupboard.

Dan’s D20 / D&D fantasy game went well, he had a decent time, and the rest seemed to have a blast. Apparently strategy and tactics aren’t their strong suit, but they enjoyed it, and that’s really what counts. From what I hear, the GM has a lot of good potential and the players will adapt quickly enough. They fought a gelatinous cube and some sort of roof-gripping tentacled horror. (The name escapes me. I’ll have to ask Danny what that was again.) Apparently they were smacked around pretty thoroughly, but nobody kicked the bucket, which works well enough. There were a lot of critical failures… the paladin rolled a 1, and fumbled into the cube headlong, and they’re stuck having to draw him back out again… and the Mage botched a roll on magic missile, shooting a fighter-type rather than the aforementioned wriggly roof-monster.

Dan’s still got an aversion to dice that have more or less than six sides and maps on squares rather than hexes, but I think that he realizes that the play is the thing. I imagine that once he gets the full gist of the rules, he’ll enjoy it all the more. He’s talking about running a game next year at the school (he’s got no time or inclination this year) but I have serious doubts if he’s got any kind of time.

I wonder what Gelatinous Cubes would look like if D&D maps were originally drawn on hex paper? probably still cube shaped, because they sweep hallways and the like. The cool thing about gelatinous cubes is that it neither digests nor excretes metal, giving an adventurers a reason to kill it and scoop coins from its corpse. It’s like some sort of living, deadly, mall fountain.

Many E-book sources in one place. Handy!

Toshiba’s new e805 Pocket PC – sporting a large 640×480 resolution display (the first to turn up in a Pocket PC), 160MB of memory, a 400MHz processor, and built-in WiFi.

Art & Architecture is the Courtauld Gallery’s online visual resource – some 40,000 images covering, as the name suggests, the visual arts. Sample galleries include Destroyed: ten buildings which no longer exist.. There’s lots to browse here.

This looks pretty nice – a $200 PC with Linux. I may get one. I wonder if Lycoris is a decent server OS, since it seems to be sold as a desktop system.

Show and tell music has all kinds of great retro album covers.

One that stands out as rather twisted is Tortura. Don’t forget to download the jazzy MP3.

Translate my journal into – Simplified Chinese, Dansk, Deutsch, Español, Français, Greek, Italiano, Japanese, Korean, Nederlands, Norsk, Polska, Portugués, Russian and Svensk.

(I just added that to my ever growing and very messy bio page) I’m not sure if I want to put the links on my journal itself, though it’d be much more convenient for folks that visit to spot it that way. Cool thing is that on many of the translatins, you can hover over words and see the English/other language translation.

Two new items added to eBay –

Coral Ridge Country Club Golf Foursome (Coral Ridge Country Club) and a One Month Fitness Spa Membership (Jupiter Fitness center)

Hopefully these will win ACIM some nice funds….I wonder if the foursome isn’t too pricey an item for a local deal, but we’ll see! I’ll have to get CS to edit the copy… he didn’t run it through a spell check. Otherwise, they look quite nice.

Del Monte’s canned sweet peas (no salt) are far better quality-wise than Green Giant.

An 80-year-old woman used a ceremonial sword to fight off two six-foot raiders who burst into her home.
Continue reading #6293 History, eBay, Fightin’ Granny, translations →

Translate my journal into – Simplified Chinese, Dansk, Deutsch, Español, Français, Greek, Italiano, Japanese, Korean, Nederlands, Norsk, Polska, Portugués, Russian and Svensk.

(I just added that to my ever growing and very messy bio page) I’m not sure if I want to put the links on my journal itself, though it’d be much more convenient for folks that visit to spot it that way. Cool thing is that on many of the translatins, you can hover over words and see the English/other language translation.

Two new items added to eBay –

Coral Ridge Country Club Golf Foursome (Coral Ridge Country Club) and a One Month Fitness Spa Membership (Jupiter Fitness center)

Hopefully these will win ACIM some nice funds….I wonder if the foursome isn’t too pricey an item for a local deal, but we’ll see! I’ll have to get CS to edit the copy… he didn’t run it through a spell check. Otherwise, they look quite nice.

Del Monte’s canned sweet peas (no salt) are far better quality-wise than Green Giant.

An 80-year-old woman used a ceremonial sword to fight off two six-foot raiders who burst into her home.
Continue reading #6293 History, eBay, Fightin' Granny, translations →

Ah, lovely. Back from this morning’s PT, which was just a glorified deep tissue massage, and that’s just fine by me. Afterward, I arrived home to find a package from Bahrain that needed shuttling northwards, and my check came in, so it was off to the bank for a deposit and the PO next door to launch goodies. Thanks, Oneeyed and Sedef! I’m sure the goodies will be well recieved. 🙂

Since I was in the neighborhood, I stopped in at Twistyland, just to nose around, and ended up grabbing a copy of Essential Ant-Man to add to my growing collection of that set. Not too shabby, the guy gave it to me for $10, though they normally discount it to $12. Plus, he threw in some atomic fireballs, and invited me to bring my MK armies down and play. So, huzzah!

As I type this, Danny’s students are playing the first solid game at the school. I hope that they’re having a great time, and look forward to hearing a full report when he gets home.

I’ve been getting a lot of hits from around the world lately… I really like seeing where the little connections go. breakdown

I have to schedule the techs for calls during the coming Christmas and New Years holiday. I’m not sure who I want to assign… I figure I’ll take one, and one will go to CS. I wonder which day will be busiest… I’d rather take the thicker day, and let him deal with the lighter, until he and I are both more confident in his skills.

Spent a long and wonderful time at the Institute of Official Cheer. The yearly Thanksgiving perusal of scary food from yesteryear, as well as other vintage weirdness had me in stitches for hours. Between the classic photos and commentary, I don’t know how anyone can’t get enjoyment out of the place.

Gollum Rap – I may’ve linked to this before, but it’s making the rounds, and I figure I’ll toss it up here for at least Danny and his Class to see. Ugh, I confused Oghor-hai with Olog-hai and Uruk-hai. What kind of Tolkien fan am I? A confused one, is all. Thank goodness for the Encyclopedia of Arda. (I’m considering a run of my “super-site-siphon” on it, just so I can have a local copy for the future.)

In local news, I’d like to try this out, but I don’ t know if I can get a teammate or two to come along:

ART SCAVENGER HUNT

The pursuit of art often ends with the pursuer finding something he would like to buy but can’t because his money has already been spent on rent, car payments and other pricey necessities. Money is no object, however, at this third annual search along the streets and cubbyholes of Himmarshee Village, where aesthetes will keep the art they find and not have to pay for it. Presented by artist Steve Sticht, the hunt begins at Tavern 213 with maps being handed out to each contestant. From there, follow the clues to works by Sticht, Juliana Forero, Francesco LoCastro, Skot Olsen, Pablo Serrano, Jill Weisberg and many more. Scavengers are limited to two pieces, which, once found, are to be taken back to Tavern 213, where the artists will sign them. Also, participants may need tools to obtain the art, some of which is fragile.

Location: Tavern 213, 213 S.W. Second St., Fort Lauderdale

Time: 8 p.m. Saturday, 11/29/03

Cost: Free

Contact: 954/463-6213

Anyone want to come?

Note to self, maybe during the above, check out Disassociated Books, a tiny shop tucked between an adult video store and a tattoo parlor (Babylon) south of Searstown on Federal Highway. I’ve been hearing good things about it.

The folks at PT are using me as a reference book again, which is fine, and flattering, but I always add the caveat, “Be sure and double check.” I answered a lot of general trivia, specifically about Yeoman Janice Rand, (Who was that chick with the ‘I dream of Jeannie hair that was the secretary?’… I admittedly don’t know the crazy amount of info on the link) and a few other misc items crossword puzzling.

I had to ban a user from the menstrualhut for being an idiot and writing abusive replies to some of the members there. They’ve been submitted to abuse team for review.. we’ll see if he gets deleted outright, or if the user-blocking is enough. I’ve only had to do it once before,

Wow, I got home, had a seat, and just totally conked out. I was reading one second, and the next, total brain shutdown. It seems like I just closed my eyes for a half-second and the sun outside went out. Very rarely to I switch off and on that rapidly. I think it’s a side effect of being awakened so early this morning… though naps usually give me a sense of comfort and peace, this was more of a “reset”. I’m wide awake now… hopefully I’ll get to sleep at a decent hour tonight, and fix my snooze-schedule.

Word count meme

Deep thought with me over last night’s code.

“Never ask for a name. Ask instead what those you meet would like to be called” – Doctor Occult

Well, I got boosted from bedski at the all-to-early hour of 5am, so I’m up up up, now. I’m pleased that the server is behaving the way it should, now, as there were errors getting into the primary login database last night.. I’m glad we have multiple servers for just such an occasion.

Scotto’s tech breakdown of what happened

Bush Budgets for mini-nukes.

A little-noted clause of the Fiscal Year 2004 defense bill, which both houses of Congress passed with barely a shrug last week, puts the United States back in the business—after a decade-long moratorium—of developing, testing, and eventually building a new generation of exotic nuclear weapons.

In its budget proposal earlier this year, the Bush administration asked for four things along these lines:

1) The repeal of a 1992 law banning the research and development of “low-yield” nuclear weapons (i.e., nukes with an explosive power of less than 5 kilotons);

2) $15 million for work on an earth-penetrating nuclear weapon (popularly known as a “bunker-buster”);

3) $6 million for an “Advanced Concepts Initiative,” in which the national weapons labs would once again explore special-effects nukes—for instance, nuclear weapons that, like the long-abandoned “neutron bomb,” would enhance certain types of radiation; and

4) $25 million to gear up the weapons labs to the point where they could resume underground nuclear tests within 18 months after a presidential order to do so. (The United States unilaterally stopped nuclear testing in 1992, on orders of the first President Bush, then formalized the cessation in 1995 by signing the Comprehensive Test Ban Treaty.)

The House and Senate armed services committees, meeting this month in conference, approved all four of Bush’s requests, with one caveat—that the president would have to come back for additional approval before actually producing low-yield nuclear weapons, though everyone concerned knows there’s a fine line between “development” and “production.”

Welcome to the future. Mini-Nukes combined with the current “First Strike Policy” looks like a disaster for nuclear disarmament and world peace.

While I’ve heard the talk for a while, the worst thing about this is that right here is the first I’ve heard of it officially.

These are the sorts of things that *will* get used – traditional nukes are so powerful that you literally scare each other out of using them. These things get around (and you know that other powers will soon develop them) and that deterrent is gone.

We already have 7,650 nukes at last count… more than enough to destroy every major population center thirty times over.

Dr Who is 40 years old. Somehow, it seems not as aged and even older at the same time, so I guess it balances out.

Newton has discovered that whenever he touches silver objects, he’ll get a treat. That’s all well and good for tapping the treat bag next to the monitor… but he’s also taken to patting the remote control to the TV, my digital camera, and my palmtop cradle. What’s worse is that I reinforce this behavior because I say to him “Oh, looking for a snack?” and then give him a could of kibbles from the hidden treat-pouch.

Had a nice time with my sweetie last night, and the special on Kandula was really nicely done…adorable footage, and a lot of useful information. Interesting to me is that they aired it practically on his second birthday (Nov 25th). I was really impressed at the amount of tolerance Shanthi (his mother) had for humans, and for artificial insemination. More Kandula Info Elephant cam inside & outside More Egyptian stuff coming in the first week of December, and I’m already quite enthused about that.

I got some delightful treats from oneeyed and sedef! A stamp, Frankincense (not crack rock!) assorted teas, sage, cinnamon (un-ground) and some coins… and a very spiffy 30 min Home-movies in Dubai VCD. It’s so nice to see that whole family cruising around and having fun. (A lot of silly singing of Queen.. and Dr. Falafel the tooth-pulling incident. The whole crew is really adorable…and family intestinal issues) A lot of the outdoor scenes look like Florida, save for the gigantic shisha store, inverted cones of meat and such. All of the treats are so nice… and Newt is crazy for some scent in there.. think it’s the cinnamon. Thank you so much!

Sometimes I like the idea of living in a pod. (I figure if I can’t own the domain, at least someone else has something cool there.)

I’d like to visit the showing of Tokyo: The Imperial Capital… it just started showing this week at the Wolfsonian in Miami. The prints have a good, solid feel to them, and I’d like to see them up close and personal.

Well, groceries are restocked, bills are sent out, my pt taken care of, light office duty is going well, and it’s time for lunch! Not too shabby for a Monday! Until later, dear journal.