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Time magazine is reporting the results of an “unpublished ATF study” regarding which guns are most often used in crimes:

the list:

  1. Smith and Wesson .38 revolver
  2. Ruger 9 mm semiautomatic
  3. Lorcin Engineering .380 semiautomatic
  4. Raven Arms .25 semiautomatic
  5. Mossberg 12 gauge shotgun
  6. Smith and Wesson 9mm semiautomatic
  7. Smith and Wesson .357 revolver
  8. Bryco Arms 9mm semiautomatic
  9. Bryco Arms .380 semiautomatic
  10. Davis Industries .380 semiautomatic

Hmm…sets this to mind.

*two police detectives regard the corpse of a short Asian in a dark alley. The deceased obviously died from gun shot wounds*

Detective Lucas: “Whaddya think? Gang related?”

Detective Jackson: “That’s what I thought, until I looked at the shell casings” *holds up evidence bag*.

Detective Lucas: “Something up?”

Detective Jackson: “The firing pin marks on the primers are square.”

Detective Lucas: “Which means what?”

Detective Jackson: “Only Glocks have square firing pins. You know any gangbangers in this neighborhood with Glocks?”

Detective Lucas: “No… most of them use piece of junk .380s… crap more likely to take your hand off than kill someone.”

Detective Jackson: “Exactly. Yet this guy was killed with top of the line hardware.”

Detective Lucas: “Sounds like there’s a new player in town.”

Det2: *sips coffee*

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Exciting, sexual, emotional dreams last night… Very erotic and pleasant…I woke up a-tingle, with my sweetheart’s name on my lips. I wrote more about it in my dream log… I’ll transcribe it for private reading later today.

Somehow or another, the computer turned off last night… very odd. was there a power outage? I didn’t hear the ups chirp.

I’m vain enough to notice that I’m getting more gray in my beard… but not so vain that I mind. I must’ve been on testosterone overdrive this weekend, because my face furred up fast…it was like mowing the yard after a week of summer rain.

I’ve currently got no real complaints… I could certainly bitch about a few things, but nothing so major that it bears talking about. I think that’s a good place to be. I like to count my blessings regularly. Those that I love know it. (I feel that Newt understands, even though English isn’t his strong suit.)

Scotto factoid time. Is it? Sure, why not?

I go through cycles of sound. Some periods, I need to have something going in the background… soft music, television, the whir of the A/C… If I can hear myself breathing, then it becomes a distraction.

Other times, I want it so quiet that I can hear the blood pump in my body while at rest. I like to lay awake at night, with my ear pressed against a bicep, or Newton’s side, and just listening to things happening inside…the creak of a tendon, squish of blood being pushed through a vein, or in Newton’s case… hear his tummy digesting a midnight snack or purring like a lawnmower. It’s also fun to hear him eat.

When I smell ozone, I think that I can fly. I have no idea why that is, but I feel simultaneously energized and relaxed by the stuff.

Before Newton, there were times when I’d gone an entire weekend without speaking a single word aloud. I wonder if I was trapped on a desert island on my own, how long my silence would rule. I think I’d end up “singing in the shower”, if there was a warm waterfall nearby, but might not speak much outside of that.

I’m really impressed by Charlotte Church lately… she’s got an amazing talent.

Time for me to move… see you later, dear journal!

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back from the film… not a bad little monster movie.

nicely done.

sparky the fire dog would’ve had a tough time.

Just home, and the rain begins to fall…. cannot resist the venus flytrap that is Newt and a freshly-linened bed!

Thoughts of her were with me everywhere today… I saw her smile this morning when I woke, and thought of her scent as I bathed… she does truly reside in my heart.

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Had a nice visit with Dan this morning, while his Mrs. was at church… He taught me how to play the pokemon card game, which is cute… I beat him two games of three.. Orcs in the hood, we each won a game.

got home, and found a few messages on the machine… I suspect that my social day is over, though… I imagine that Dave has already headed to the movies or whatnot.

Dan’s house wasn’t so bad without A/C… we played on the porch with oscillating fans, and a storm front moved in.. nice cool air and dark clouds.

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I’m going to go visit Danny again tomorrow while his wife is at church. Good deal all around…I’m going to have to rustle up a game to bring with me…usually we just chitty-chatty, but I figure he’d like a little strategic distraction, too… he’s getting a little punchy being stuck at the house for so long.

Playing cards, or maybe pocket chess. I wish I could find my brawl decks…it’s buried in one of the “unpack later” boxes.

I know! I think it’ll be a day for bitin’ off hedz , or orcs in the hood.

Looking forward to the visit, but not the location. Dan’s A/C is out. He’s got fans, but I’ll be getting out of the house just in time if I leave at about noonish. I should launch from here about 8am if I want to spend about three hours at his house.

I spent a little time working on the home page today… I think I have it sort of how I like it. A little more twisting and tweaking, and I’ll be happy, methinks. I have to hand draw more “signage” on my palm.

At some point, I’m going to have to dig up my ball cap, too… I’ve been getting a lot of sun lately, and don’t want to burn. I may have some of my sun block in the medicine cabinet, but I prefer not to use that stuff if a visor will do the trick…I don’t go in for the “war paint” look. (Well…not all the time, anyhow.) I’m a big wuss-boy about burns… I get SPF of at least 15, just in case.

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poetry –


A doubter and dishwashing detergents (even
though my possum fangs keep the sand
bowl of the reader her native country seeing
my right shoulder and stuff but not too I sing I
was pretty much is back that large companies
used to the king male dominated Islamic
societies are Newt’s taken to do something
done groceries gotten litter and lazy me about
caught the loll). It’s on Today, if anything (and
left enter a fine in Iran an eggplant parm sub:
gander y’know). As thoughts for me, coming
up with of the two years from the eraser board
at SG anymore. Now (and your own friends to
be more challenging but changed her in the
art of paper logo for the money when I can
think that too scattered to Discrimination
against my bike)? Is the program and The
male dominated Islamic not this morning
looks so are totally serious collection
so much like resting on out.

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Hearing my sweetheart laugh is a wonderful, wonderful thing.

Fox’s “hidden camera” show is fantastic, too by the way.. if anything, it’s too short. They need to put on two-hour specials.

Relaxing now, unwinding before heading off to sleep.

Puttering around the web…

Licensed variants of Monopoly. In Monopoly, you buy properties and then charge people increasingly exorbitant amounts of money when they stay there. As board games go, it’s a workable metaphor. It doesn’t apply to everything though. I mean, you can’t build a hotel on Bulbasaur. It just doesn’t work.

True porn clerk stories… I wonder if christin can relate? This is an utterly fascinating journal about working in a porn shop. The author stays away from the usual “my wacky job” clichés, and instead writes with great humor and insight about not only the unusual customers and politics of renting porn, but also about the effects on herself, and how the experience has changed her. It’s a long set of entries, all remarkable and entertaining.

the Phobia list.

The Ace Doubles Paperback Image Library – ignore the ugly website design and savor the art of cheezy vintage paperbacks. Great illustrations, nifty titles, breathless story descriptions, crazy hand lettering … it’s all there.

100 Years of Jell-O ads.

nighty-night dear journal.

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Random Scotto factoid – I don’t like to use two deodorants at the same time, if they’re different brands.

If I run out of right guard, in the middle of one pit, I’ll wash it again, before applying arid extra dry. Some sort of irrational fear of mixing the chemicals, like mixing bleach and dishwashing detergents, even though I don’t think either can contains ammonia or mild acids. a secondary concern is having the scents mixed. Mind you, I don’t mind having cologne and deodorant on at the same time (he says, applying patchouli)

Also, this is an excuse to try out my “Newton through the wheel of time” icon… photos cycle backwards over three apartments, from the year 2002 back to 2000. (I should apply some baby piccies at the very end.)

Well, off to work for real, now. *Waves bye-bye*

Welcome to my wall scrawls.