I have made a note to myself the tomorrow is laundry day (morning) and I must take care of the rest of any prezzies that go into the mail (right after laundry, to be completed as soon as possible). I’m sitting on the fence over whether to get up and make myself a sandwich for lunch, or just skipping it because I’m feeling *that* lazy, and comfortable in my chair. I’m hungry enough, but sloth usually beats out my gluttony.

However, if Newt Merred for his food bowl to be refilled, or my sweetheart wanted me to make her some lunch (or even make a run to the drugstore) I’d be on it like white on rice. I prefer making loved ones happy and comfortable far above and beyond my own comfort. In fact, I get greater comfort doing services for them, I think.

I just realized that I forgot a banana at work. I wonder if it’ll keep until Monday?

I’m digging the mailman, today. Today, I got a wonderfully moist, delicious batch of cookie-bars won from the Sopranos “who’s gonna get whacked” test, and spiffy-keen fridge marble-magnets from zoe! The card that came with it is mighty nifty, and her mail-tag has the coolest Paul Reubens logo on it. 🙂 The Bars get thumbs up from the bro as well.

For some reason, ol’ chillcam is misbehaving again. dagnabbit!

A year ago… I got spooked, prep for bear vs. man-armor, Mexican vanilla, KPMG sucks, and police mug shots of a prostitute/junkie over a decade.

Two years ago… Globetrotters (Afro of holding), Myths of pearl harbor, , Sigmund and the sea monster, chaos postcards, two anonymous quotes that are outstandingly accurate in my belief.

Sakes, is it Pearl Harbor Day, already? Hey, no hard feelings.

Kev loaned me Alien vs. Predator 2… pretty neat, but tough. It’s fun and challenging to play the face hugger.

I was cruising www.promedmail.org (I think it’s almost as good a reference as the CDC, though in a different capacity) and found an article that grabbed my attention. Bushmeat is the euphemism used in English-speaking Africa for meat derived from wildlife. (Some sites prefer to use it for meat derived from primates.) The people on Promedmail are interested in bushmeat because it has been recognized as a definite means of human infection with zoonoses. Bushmeat is one of the conjectured routes for human infection with Simian Immuno-deficiency Virus (SIV), leading to the development of HIV. Recent reports also suggest that Ebola virus may make the jump to humans through bushmeat.

The maps of west nile virus outbreaks are interesting reading, too. (More maps of assorted plagues here, but you have to cut and pate the links…the HTML is broken.. they have anthrax, influenza, and assorted animal diseases)

1911 Encyclopedia Britannica online. interesting, but not fascinating.

Time for chores, I suppose… Hmmm… Maybe a nap. (Only a little sleep last night.)

During my journey between home and work, I’m tooling down Andrews Ave, going at a good clip. The weather’s nice and I have a healthy tailwind.

I scoot past a bench Just south of Oakland Park, and there is a clench of four fifteen- or sixteen-year-olds horsing around.

“Dude, I’m gonna jack your bike!” was bellowed out to me by a particularly rambunctious one…and then I ground to a halt, because I had arrived at the bus stop. Even before I dismounted, his friends could be quoted as saying “Oh, Shit… He’s going to Jack you, now!” and he was pleading in a sad little whine…”I’m sorry… sorry.. please…” I don’t think I have a mean face on… I smile, and say “No sweat… I’m just waiting for the bus, too. I’d be careful what I yell though.. there are a lot of psychos out there, y’know.” Looked genuinely frightened, and apologized about three more times, to which I replied each time “No problem, it’s cool”. His friends, to their credit, didn’t razz him too much, just sort of sat quietly during the ride.

I’m not *that* scary looking…he must’ve frightened himself more than I could. I hope my smile was taken as genuinely friendly, and not predatory. I think he was put at ease, some, but it was a quiet ride, considering there were so many teens aboard.

I wonder if he learned anything, or if he’ll do that sort of stunt again in the future. I feel that he won’t misbehave in that way again.

Fortunately, some of the “Little kids think I’m keeno” vibe at Mayah’s birthday party a while back stuck… I don’t like feeling like I’m just all about the intimidation.

Strange, scene-shifting dreams last night… Pretty, pleasant, and comforting.

Music makes my heart happy… Hearing one of our songs makes me think about my sweetheart and brings a smile to my face.

Santa’s Soldiers is a fun idea… I’d like to see it as a mod for a video game, but to keep the enemies on a par with Santa’s elves level…leave the humans out.

A classic from last year… the coolest Christmas present.

A(n?) LJer with 3 different accounts and over 700 friends has linked to me. Where does a person find the time to read *700* journals? I don’t think they do… it looks like yet another “trolling for reciprocal links” effort.

The Bro brought me a bottle of eggnog this morning…it’s weird seeing him awake at 8 am I took a sip, but it’s too rich, first thing in the day.

I noticed this morning that Newt’s too big to get under my dresser. Now… he bats bottle-rings (in this case, nog) and they seem to gravitate there. I’m going to have to go down there and see what else has gone AWOL into the Newt-free zone. I wonder how Blackie’s doing in the snow, and if he’s gotten any fatter for the winter months?

The object of Micheal Jackson Baby Drop (their spelling) is simple, but very weird. You are Adolph Hitler, and your mission is to catch babies dropped from windows by the Jackson family. Yeah. -Via Dave

Today’s Kitten Friday at work, to make up for no creature days the rest of the week…It’ll be neat to see how they’ve grown in a week, and to See Newt as gargantuan again when I get home. Sappho has a Maine Coon cat at home twice Newt’s size… he’s a beast, but a sweetheart. (She’s got three cats total at home, and they’re all adorable.)

Make a snowflake!

What Scott and Dan do when they’re bored? They email companies and Ann Landers in broken English, hoping for advice and free samples. It seems funny now. Will it be so when I wake?

To Wilson Tennis Racquets-

Hola Wilson Employee:

I am see no badminton part of your land here. I am look Badminton or shuttlecock but find none. How to find green one for girlfriend? Much the help like.

Cheers,
Your friend always,
Sven

To Ann Landers-

Hello to you Ann. Help me with this one, I know you can. Pleasing to be knowing you. Am asking this through the email for you to be helping me please. Sven met girl at badminton camp and Sven go with her three times now. Georgina wants sex, but I wait for spring season. Coach says no sex during season Sven. I listen to coach but Georgina says she’ll get sex somewhere else if I don’t give her. What is best? Mother says Sven thirty Sven have head in wagon.

All help good, sorry you died.
Your friend always,
Sven Sven Sven.

Sven’s profile for future emails-

• misses his father’s horses and mother’s boxcake.
• born of good means, sheltered and naive of the harsher realities of the world, but he’s no simpleton, he has a strong ethic and classic old world wisdom and charm, truthful ness code of honor,
• committed of badminton, amateur status but quite good
• residing in fort Lauderdale Florida and working on a degree at the university.
• single
• good teeth
• healthy
• collects timepieces, especially analog, antiques.
• sails small boats and prefers to travel by canal rather than road.
• writes mother once a week, but mother can’t read. (father reads to mother)
• recently independent financially, having a tough time.
• unsure of status with Georgina
• volunteers in a soup kitchen every other Sunday
• taking an EASL course, and is progressing nicely, if slowly.

Nighty night, dear journal.

late night supper fantastico.

two sun-dried tomato bagels with roasted bell pepper and soy-provolone toasted over the top, with a long, tall glass of sleepytime tea (iced/ with lemon)

Newt, on the other hand…. Mr. Predator… stalked and ate a beetle with great aplomb and gusto. My silly boy.

As a user of a dual monitor system for a few years now… this looks both nifty and silly at the same time. Interesting way to save space and still have a good laptop screen size.

The genome for the mouse is being published on several websites on Thursday. Here’s your chance to get in on the ground floor of creating Red, White & Green Xmas mice, plump savory eatin’-mice, and freakish radiotelepathic hive-mice with gestalt minds and a overpowering urge to dominate mankind.

*Must obey Mr. Squeaky- #34 of 67*

article here for reference in the future

Congratulations morganofthefay on the upcoming dynamic duo!

Last night, I spent about an hour painting a couple of small stone walls as part of terrain / diorama. It dried pretty nicely… I’m experimenting; working with a couple of color schemes… a sort of red/rust clay, and a more traditional greenish-gray stone color… Still torn as to which looks better. I may do one of the wall pieces as a mix and match… stone body, but with red brick trim. The set came with a few resin-cast “piles ‘o skulls” So I guess the ruined church / fortress has a graveyard or somesuch out back. The painting comes a lot more swiftly on walls and terrain instead of characters.

Thinking of my sweetheart in one of these… Belly-dancer meets flappers. More Cabaret than traditional… but there are some nifty ones.

It’s neat that I see the word yurt used regularly in common usage. I know of two or three people that have the word come up in conversation at least every few weeks or so.

Two Years ago today… the hungrybaby / mcnoggin saga began, listing some of the reasons why I love my sweetheart and a Christmas confession. (And some other stuff…)

A year ago today – Turbid, McNoggin Memories, levitated .net , and the pond poem.

Congrats to all the folks out there that are snowed in, but comfortable. Nothing like that here, until a Hurricane comes near.

Travel *does* affect my drawing / writing style.

A friendly fly/ant/bug-head

Karen is a little scaredy of alligators… when she goes fossiling… Is braving the water worth a prehistoric tooth?

A smiley… There was no open flame when I drew this.

That’s enough of that… off to work with me, dear journal.

Rainy morning…. very peaceful and calm. I imagine that in a more northern climate that it’d be a light dusting of snow on everything.

My sweetheart looks delightful all dolled up for work… I’d prefer to stay home with her and smooch, with little house on the prairie on TV in the background. I’ve got a big case of the cuddles this morning. Just a nice feeling.

Tonight’s film is Godzilla vs. Megalon. It has Jet Jaguar, but Monsters don’t show up until 40 minutes into the film. The MST version surely saves it.

Interesting enough day at work… Some nice challenges on the new program I’m developing… I have to do a lot of new code building… not much in my library to develop what they want.

Cool Christmas Tree Monster… good ol’ Megalon!

Zilla and Jet Save the day.