Happy Birthday Elvis!

Online collection of ’60s lesbian-themed pulp fiction book jackets. Priceless kitsch titles include: “Killer Dyke,” “Twincest,” “Bedroom a Go Go,” Abnormals Anonymous,” “The Torrid Wench,” “Wall Street Wantons,” and “Art Colony Perverts.” -via boing^2

Scrapple. Oh the humanity.

Start clock – 9:24am

Random word – smoke

So many people in my life are / have been smokers. Even if they don’t smoke now, it seems that they all carry the craving with them, waiting to be let out again. I’ve tried it a couple of times, but I don’t like it as a delivery system. Tobacco or Pot, both are unpalatable to me when burned and inhaled.

People in my heart who smoke / smoked – Sweetheart. Brother. Father.

My Sweetheart burning Champa, the lights low, our voices soft murmurs as we drift to sleep in one another’s arms. I want her to feel security, comfort and love there…I know I’m happiest with her in my life.

My Brother catching himself on fire early in the morning, and the smell of the burnt flesh of a six year old. A real life example of not playing with matches. He suffered many months of changing medicated bandages for treating third degree burns.

My Dad’s cherry pipe tobacco. Smelled great raw and unsmoked. The scent still is one of him nearby.

Remembering smoke as an altar boy. the incense waving, as opposed to the tapering line coming off of sticks of Nag Champa, first a perfect lipped line, like a track for hot wheels cars, then after a certain distance, rolls, ripples and waves breaking into a near invisible haze as the tiny burned bits of ash and oil carry a calming scent throughout the room.

Observation aside – I was a boy scout, went to summer camp, and was an altar boy. There was not even a hint of adults in positions of authority hurting kids or anyone else. I had genuinely good experiences at all of them.

I wonder about the monastic life. There’s a certain appeal to a day filled with prayer, work, music, writing, study and contemplation. It’s something I’d like to have in my past, though…like fresh out of school. A more appealing life to me now would include my beloved and a good does of laughter, as well as many elements of the above, especially the more secular ones.

Stop clock – 9:30am (a little over 5…wasn’t counting seconds)

Typos – burned-buned experiences-experiances

Timestamp Start – 07:00:00 pm

Autopsy.

What a cool word. I got lucky. It means, literally “seeing for yourself”. (Auto-opsis)

I’m really big on seeing things for myself. Taking a broken wind-up toy apart, learning what goes where and how things function, seeing what doesn’t work anymore and ideally being able to fix it… a double treat. I’m happy to obtain fresh knowledge and a Non-busted walking duck (at least until it takes a few more horrible impacts from his giant orange predator’s clawless, but nonetheless powerful forepaws). Side ramble note… My Dad once fixed my “Incredible Hulk” doll (they weren’t called action figures yet) with a metal screw and nut. He offered to paint it green, but I thought it looked neater as a robot part. I wanted to swap out all the joints with metal, but Dad didn’t go for that and made a point of telling me that if another joint was to break anytime soon, he’d fix it and give the toy to a kid who could play more gently with his toys. My friends, brother and I already regularly pulled off the heads and swapped them out with others…they popped right back on again, so you could have a Spidey-head on the Hulk and vice versa. We were also allowed to use 20 lb test tied to their hands as “webbing” so they could swing (read dangle) from the trees and lower them to fight crime. Since we had mostly only hero dolls, Hulk got relegated to bad guy status much of the most of the time…though sometimes Evel Knievel or The $6 mil man got to be thugs, too. GI Joe was *NEVER* the bad guy, though he had all the guns. (Evel and $6 mil’s hands could hold the bazooka just as well anyhow.) Also…only GI Joe got to use the pistol and big knife. Oh! I forgot that we had a Black Lagoon Gill-Man, too. Cheaply made, he had the advantage of glowing in the dark.

I really enjoy living in the “information age”. Most any reference can be found online, for free. When I was a pre-Internet kid, I had to hit the library on most of my fact-finding missions, and that promoted my fondness for books. One of the niftiest presents I’ve ever bought myself was a old set of World Book Encyclopedias from a yard sale for $10. They’d just bought a new set for the house, so I got a decade’s worth of yearbooks with it, too. It was 1981, and with the yearbooks, the set was up to date to 1980. That’s very cool to a little yeti trivia-sponge. The Yearbooks were especially fun, as they had student science projects inside. These days, I can fit that same set in my palmtop and have room for All of Shakespeare’s works, the Bible, and Bejeweled, too, without even looking online for stuff. My backpack would’ve been a heck of a lot lighter in the day.

My old schoolbag in 6th grade generally had at least three non-school pieces of literature in it. A softcover copy of D&D and a game module, copy of Mad or Cracked Magazine, and one of those yearbooks above, or an almanac of some sort.

Timestamp stop 07:05:00 pm (Not counting spellchecker)

Typos – Increedable Hulk, I didn’t know how to spell Knievel (thought it was Kinevel)

Apparently, my insurance changed over at the top of the month, and so I get to go to a new primary care physician tomorrow in order to get a referral to go to my specialist again. I found this out at my specialist’s… who would not see me until that got done. Plus, they would like to bill me for the last month rather than the insurance company.

Um, no. I told them to send the bill to my old insurance company, as the referrals were still valid at the time. I don’t think that there will be too much trouble

So, tomorrow, I get to see my new Primary Doc at 1pm. (It’s for 1:30, but they’ll need me a bit early to do all that paperwork (that I feel they could get from the insurance company, too… but whatever. Standards and procedures, and all that.) The HMO insurance industry has a rectally inserted thumb…at least as far as customer service is concerned.

100 se 15 ave

brwd e past fed 2nd traffic light

There’s a light at the end of the tunnel… and it’s not a train.

Benefit – My new doctor’s office is *really close*. Really, really close!

Apparently, my insurance changed over at the top of the month, and so I get to go to a new primary care physician tomorrow in order to get a referral to go to my specialist again. I found this out at my specialist’s… who would not see me until that got done. Plus, they would like to bill me for the last month rather than the insurance company.

Um, no. I told them to send the bill to my old insurance company, as the referrals were still valid at the time. I don’t think that there will be too much trouble

So, tomorrow, I get to see my new Primary Doc at 1pm. (It’s for 1:30, but they’ll need me a bit early to do all that paperwork (that I feel they could get from the insurance company, too… but whatever. Standards and procedures, and all that.) The HMO insurance industry has a rectally inserted thumb…at least as far as customer service is concerned.

100 se 15 ave

brwd e past fed 2nd traffic light

There’s a light at the end of the tunnel… and it’s not a train.

Benefit – My new doctor’s office is *really close*. Really, really close!

Tick tock, tick tock…another hour until I visit the doc.

All the two-leggeds I care most about is having a stinky time of it lately. All I can do is hope that the pendulum starts swinging in the other direction soon.

satellite photo of an airplane graveyard… I’d dig roaming around there and snooping though them all…it’s freaky how symmetrical it all is.

Here’s my neighborhood, too. The push pin is two houses too far to the south, though.

For tarpo… There’s No Kasugi like Sho Kasugi

I had a very difficult day today. I’d call it a 2.5 out of 10. A lot of unpleasant things getting in my way… I need to focus on the positive and minimize those stumbling blocks.

There’s a little orange cat that I know who likes to get all up in my face when I have a ricola going. So, things Newt likes to sniff while I eat are – Toothpaste, ricola, orange tofu, and rosemary bread. Sometimes soup. Surprisingly, *not* mint chocolate chip ice cream.

To fend him off, an ice cube is often required. I need to post some new piccies of the Newtster.

I’ve done a lot of notebook writing, but I’m not terribly happy with the results. More practice is required.

The “local neighbor” I mentioned earlier dropped me from his reading list. I wonder if it was because I didn’t reciprocate (actually trying to trim my current list a bit…) or if he actually recognized my brother or me. It’s fun to track who comes and goes from linking. As of Sept 1, 30 have added and 29 have removed me. Some deleted their journals and then reinstated them, some just deleted and never came back. More than one deleted and then created a new journal when creepy-weirdies were simpler to run away from than to deal with. I can understand “burning your journal”, but I think that more can be gained by saving it to look back on later…make it all private if you don’t want anyone to read it. The flipside of that is the weirdness of folks that write purely for other people to read it, with no personal elements at all.

Nation states has been sluggish for the last few days now.

Got a cool Castle Keep and bunch of Star Wars Pez as a belated Christmas Gift from Dave & Cathi

Museum of Foreign Grocery Products – mmm..poppadums and curry pringles

A good idea: Pennsylvania takes DNA samples from people convicted of sexual offenses. As those samples hit the database, some old crimes are being solved. full article

I’m thinking of my sweetie, holding her in my heart and wishing her comfort and happiness.

Cool origami cameras. – pinhole cameras made out of photo paper which is then developed. Like a salad bowl made of lettuce leaf, and consumed with the meal, the camera doesn’t exist after its utility is fulfilled. There is no machine. It is more of an arrangement than a thing.

Stupider is indeed a real word, usable and everything.

Man is unmanned by sword, remanned by needle Continue reading →

On January 1, 1983, ARPANET switched over to the TCP/IP protocol, and the Internet was born. Here’s a more detailed story on the subject.
Happy 20th Birthday, Internet!

Strange, small world…discovered someone that links to me graduated the same year as my brother at Santaluces…I never attended that school (I went to Atlantic), but hit those grounds frequently, picking the bro up, and whatnot. He doesn’t remember my bro, but it’s still interesting to me that the lines overlap in that way.

More private than public entries lately… that surprises me, but it shouldn’t. This week’s had its rough spots, but nothing that can’t be remedied… added bonus, the week is about over.

I’d like shoes that leave custom footprints behind… maybe question marks?

I want to try out for the LSH, just so I can get a free flight-ring.

A year ago – rumors, comparing haunted house stories, smudge sticks (note to self, get more stuff to make more), defleshing (another news article gone…from now on, I’m putting all my news articles behind lj-cuts for future ref) and naptime (naptime pix overwritten by other archive images)

Two years ago – dead phone, feeling love grow, Viet beer at the mall, lj & IM trouble

I miss the old days when I could post a poll and get a few dozen answers, but the trade off is that I don’t have many loonies reading my journal, either. The LJ dynamic is much different now than it was a couple of years ago. I *really* don’t miss the psychodrama that was rubbing me raw.

They’re making a Cold Mountain Movie? I don’t know how well that’ll transfer to the screen… and I wonder if they’ll fix the ending or not.

I want to get back into writing fiction and posting it in my journal… maybe the use of my laptop more frequently these days has done that.

Random Scotto-region factoid… Rob Van Winkle (Vanilla Ice) lives in nearby Miramar and owns a bike shop there…BMX primarily.

Slap the man and make music. (the number keys work better for me.)

Neato flying guy. I really like this.

one word sixty seconds to write about a given word, no thinking, just typing. A fun exercise.

Hmm… these folks in Belgium linked to me, and I don’t recognize them… they do link to a lot of stuff though. I wonder how they found me? (Though there are a lot of von Bergs, and even more van den Bergs in the Netherlands.)

Didn’t make it to the doctor today… Dave’s clutch cable broke while we were en route, so I had to reschedule for Tuesday at 2:45. Hopefully it’ll go well enough to get him to hook me up with a procedure immediately following.

have to call my primary care doc at 9am tomorrow in order to get a referral to see the back doc tomorrow at 2:30

that’ll make for an interesting dance.

The Smoking Gun has posted a gallery of 2002’s best mug-shots. I’d really like to know the alleged crime for each. What did Bambi do at K-mart? Take a machete to a blue light? What about the guy with the monitor pads who seems naked?

Here’s the big collection of celeb mug shots from the same site.

Waiting for a return call from the doc.