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Solid day of work today.

Got some keeno belated Prezzies today… Young Frankenstein on DVD, Command and Conquer: Renegade and a Nifty Action figure of Worf, for Newt to beat up.

Time for a new universal remote. The old one dropped, and now changing channels is a thing you have to get up to do. Volume and power still works.. but the numeric keypad and channel up and down are dead.

I’m feeling very emotional today… I can feel tears and heavy sighs forming from a song that’s playing on the radio. (See music)

I’ve been thinking what kids with my sweetheart might be like. I think that odds are for beauty, intelligence, and deep feeling. Let’s do an average – even out the height…. 5′ 10″ tall as an adult, probably a tall kid. Beautiful Brown or Blue Eyes… Let’s go with Brown/hazel. Blue is a recessive trait… though there’s lots of Irish and German in there. Odds slightly higher for a female. Long hair a very high probability, if only of mama and papa braid & brush factor. Thick Copper hair with reddish highlights. Cuddly… will probably prefer laps to chairs. Lots of energy. Inquisitive / Curious/ Probably more than a bit Smart-alec-y, but polite when required. A reader. Healthy as a horse. Mischievous monkey. Will know the words to lots and lots of songs before she can read. Talented.

One can only wonder how accurate or not that’ll be. I know in my heart that there’ll be lots of love, though, from all sides.

Solid day of work today.

Got some keeno belated Prezzies today… Young Frankenstein on DVD, Command and Conquer: Renegade and a Nifty Action figure of Worf, for Newt to beat up.

Time for a new universal remote. The old one dropped, and now changing channels is a thing you have to get up to do. Volume and power still works.. but the numeric keypad and channel up and down are dead.

I’m feeling very emotional today… I can feel tears and heavy sighs forming from a song that’s playing on the radio. (See music)

I’ve been thinking what kids with my sweetheart might be like. I think that odds are for beauty, intelligence, and deep feeling. Let’s do an average – even out the height…. 5′ 10″ tall as an adult, probably a tall kid. Beautiful Brown or Blue Eyes… Let’s go with Brown/hazel. Blue is a recessive trait… though there’s lots of Irish and German in there. Odds slightly higher for a female. Long hair a very high probability, if only of mama and papa braid & brush factor. Thick Copper hair with reddish highlights. Cuddly… will probably prefer laps to chairs. Lots of energy. Inquisitive / Curious/ Probably more than a bit Smart-alec-y, but polite when required. A reader. Healthy as a horse. Mischievous monkey. Will know the words to lots and lots of songs before she can read. Talented.

One can only wonder how accurate or not that’ll be. I know in my heart that there’ll be lots of love, though, from all sides.

I’m so glad Court TV shows COPS, late night. (It’s neat that I’ve seen all the episodes used in the poll at the site… the one with the three-wheel chase also had a super-cool one-legged cop run a burglar down.) I can thank my sweetheart for getting me interested in the show… Our first real regular date-night TV show, if I remember correctly.

I’m surprised woman with knife is so far ahead in the polls.

Checking out police auctions online… neat. Sort of like Ebay for impounded goods.

tucking in… nigh nigh, dear journal.

Fisto’s Forest Critique. Ouch…He-Man flashbacks. *shudder*

Woodlands and Mist reminds me of a quote…that, and there was a mild haze this morn.

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

-Carl Sandburg

I’ve not wandered through a thick fog in ages. I have a fond memory of sneaking out at just before sunrise with my brother to a nearby wooded area… the rough surrounding a golf course. The fog was incredibly thick… not even remotely like pea soup, but solid enough that outside of six feet it was impossible to perceive any detail at all. Just a slight trail on the ground, and trees seemed to magically appear as we kept wandering on. It was so quiet… I think that our steps crunching on pine needles were by far the loudest things in the region. We got the tar jolted from us when a smallish animal darted from the underbrush, shot past, into our field of vision, and was lost again into the mists. An hour went by, and the fog slowly melted… our sphere of vision broadened until only little smoky wisps were sticking to the bushes, branches, and over the surface of the canal. We walked home, and talked about it for most of the day… and we still bring it up from time to time. We didn’t say a word on our walk, and it was one of the more memorable times we spent together. Not bad for a totally unplanned expedition of only about three miles or so from home. It was so fun to watch the world grow more obscured as we entered the woods, and see mist just hang in the air… as we walked through, water clung onto our eyebrows like dew on morning grass. Walking through, you can feel the droplets breathing coolly against your skin. My sweetheart took a picture of her backyard a while back, fog surrounding the trees in the back yard. I look forward to walking with her in that environment sometime… perhaps with a thermos of hot coffee and a place to hang a hammock. It’d be nice to lounge together in the wilderness, cocooned in our own private atmosphere.

Work tomorrow…I have to get back on the sample project and the custom form database for Lourdes. This weekend has seemed both eternal and brief. Strange time dilation. Will I have to learn about Gecko and Apple’s new browser?

Kellogg’s Smart Start is quite tasty, but is surprisingly weak on the box graphics. The front is ok, but the back and lefthand panel are weirdly sparse of information. Lots of white space. I’m looking at the side of the box now, and am amazed… There’s more sugar per serving than Lucky Charms! Gah! This is supposed to be healthy? It’s officially downgraded to sweet snack status.

Compare – Smart Start – 15 to Marshmallow Froot loops – 16

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A few more, heavy orange due to low light.

I want to go out for a root beer float and a walk in the park with my sweetheart. Maybe take her to the local tiki room.

via annalytical – my LJ analysis (spell checked)

Is it evil to want to spread fake rumors about how the last Lord of the Rings movie is going to end? So many people are asking me this and that about the story, because it’s cool, but can’t be bothered to read the book. Maybe I should just tell them the truth about how Sauron has a change of heart, goes to make up, Frodo give him the ring, and they all live in a happy little urban-industrial complex where orcs and elves can coexist in peace.

Nipple Scarves

Via raven

Something called “volunteer” executions have been on the rise, tripling over the last decade. Continue reading →

U.N. probing reports of cannibalism of Pygmies in Congo by rebel troops full story

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Scotto the Livejournalist is the last of the great eccentrics. Continue reading →

Good morning, good morning, good morning…And what a lovely day it is. Rise and shine, rise and shine !
Before our program of early morning music, here are two announcements: the long range weather forecast is that the fine spell will continue for at least another month; your local council, and remember it is your local council democratically elected by you, have decided to organize a great new competition.

Can you paint? Can you draw? Can you model in clay? If you can, then your day is just six weeks today. All about it later, but now music…

name generators found via christin

My Elf name – Glorfindel Oronar
Newt’s Elf Name – Findecáno Oronar

My Hobbit Name – Bungo Burrows (heh.. sounds like a gay bar in Fort Lauderdale)
Newt’s Hobbit Name – Dimple Burrows (A stripper in that same bar?)

Life in Antarctica… interesting observations to me.

Who didn’t know that all the giant wiener spam was a pack of lies?

The status of Live Journal:

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At 3:44 pm EST on Thursday, January 9th, Admin jproulx writes :
From lj_maintenance:

We’re going to be taking the Chef Cluster (Where am I?) offline while we rebuild the indices from its database. This should take care of the “Duplicate entry xxxxx-xxx for key 1” errors a lot of people have received today.

Estimated time to fix is about an hour right now, if there are no other problems along the way.

The Young Man’s Book of Amusement is just the sort of archaic, dangerous book I used to prowl libraries for as a kid. It’s crammed with highly inadvisable science projects such as an artificial volcano that’s arguably not artificial at all. It is amusingly described by the father of a young man who received this book as a gift from Michael Faraday.

Yesterday, Oolong the famous waffle-balancing rabbit, died.Rest in peace, our pastry-laden friend. (via memepool)

Al Sharpton: ‘I am running for president’ Oh yeah… Like he has a snowball’s chance. There’s some wasted money that’d be better spent on charity elsewhere.

Another difficult HMO nonsense day, though not as rough as earlier. Neurologist on Friday. Light’s getting brighter.

Bro’s getting tired of me bellowing, “Don’t let Newt get out!” every time he comes over. He finally told me that he knows to guard, and that my eternal reminders are unneeded. Fair enough. I’m glad of it…I’ve had nightmares about the little orange boy making an escape into the wild and then getting lost or endangered in some way. Let’s see…I moved in July, he’s been over about 2x a week, give or take…so that’s 50 times or so.

Tonight was Manicotti night. Yumitty yum yum. Nice to have a full belly and a nice moment of rest.

Tony Bennett in profile has some striking similarities to Ricardo Montalban.

Most recent compliment received- “I wish the very best for you. You are one of those rare people who are kind and gentle. You deserve life to be as wonderful as possible!” – Rachel via email.

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)