WOODSTOCK
Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
by Joni Mitchel

Well I came across a child of God
He was walking along the road
And I asked him tell where are you going
This he told me
Well I am going down to Yasgur’s farm
Going to join in a rock and roll band
Goin’ to get back to the land to set my soul free
We are stardust, we are golden
We are 2 billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
Well then can I walk beside you
I have come to lose the smog
And I feel like I’m a cog in something turning
And maybe it’s the time of year
Yes and maybe it’s the time of man
And I don’t know who I am
But life is for learning
We are stardust, we are golden
We are 2 billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
By the time we got to Woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere there was song and celebration
And I dreamed I saw the bombers jet planes
Riding shotgun in the sky
Turning into butterflies
Above our nation.
We are stardust, we are golden
We are 2 billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden

Lianna‘s gone… another casualty of the transience of LJ… but, I have her Vagg address, so she still gets a little heart-shaped smile. 🙂 I hope that where ever you go, happiness follows!

Glitterdyke pointed this out!

Pokemon name generator… 🙂

Name – Hypnomander

Profile
You live in the meadows of New York, and your diet consists mostly of grapes, donuts and tea.

Characteristics
(Combat and Non-combat)
You can swim in lava. You can eat Dr. Pepper. You can throw 8-track tapes. You have a fear of tahini. You can puke fire. You can eat maple syrup. You have a winning smile.

Natural Enemies
Your natural enemy is Berttung.

The food is pretty right, anyhow. 🙂 I rather like tahini, though. i’ve only puked fire once, after that pineapple/hot pepper chutney pizza.

Here I sit, contemplating a business proposition from one of my hippie-pals, Dave.

He wants me to go in partners with him on a venture. web-wise. My side would be ASP, database stuff, and his would be graphic design of a web site. My two reasons for giving pause are: 1- Working with a friend… I’ve seen a few friendships fall apart when put to the business litmus. I value my friendship with him much more than any business venture. 2- How much of my time will this take? Its going to be a profit-sharing thing, so no paychecks, just split rewards. I don’t want a present-tense non-income to interrupt my search for present time money influx.

I know that I’ll help him, at least. He’s a good one with art, but the programming side is more my speed… Maybe I’ll see if I can work on a consultation basis?

I still would like a good telecommunication gig.. Something to validate me getting DSL, and working in my boxers, kitten in lap. Anyone want to toss that job my way?

just heard – “Hold it right there, Whizzleteats!”

News for TMAN … Robert is Fired as of Friday. (I guess he’s not so lucky after all… we’re changing all the locks and alarm codes after letting him go, too. )

“I know you’re always busy, but I can’t think of anyone else with your unique combination of writing skills, underworld contacts, and deadly martial arts.”
– Ken at support

A flashback to 1998 keeno Java-esque technology… Paul Clark reminded me of it.

Spiffy 3d thesaurus

The day began with a squeeze from my love, and then a pile of dung tossed in my general direction at work. Lots of folks under stress, much work augmented by the recent firings, plus people who either prefer not to communicate (or ar incapable of doing so). I arrive, and a swarm of irritating gnats begin to buzz in my ears. Only thoughts of Ornj are able to fend off the vile plague of their stress. I set wheels in motion, and correct problems with the west palm office, cert production, and missing Bheesham phone numbers. Poor Kev is suffering more than I am, as he’s on the road, manually loading software to sites who have no phone systems of value.

Still a trifle agitated, but things are calming. I hope that Ornj gets her mail today… I get to do big time VAGG stuff this weekend, must remember to get my stamps, and other such stuff.

Thoughts of my most dear calms me… she’s a touchstone, a beacon of joy in these murky seas.

I love her so much, I feel as if I’m flying… tucked her in, and now I’m going to bed.

?!?! So many people back? Or were they never fired after all?

Robert, Greg, Michelle…they’re all here?

Why does a hippie like me like dragnet so much? I think it’s great!

Dear Straight Dope:

Besides their poetic value to the song, what is the significance (if any) of the “parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme” in Simon and Garfunkel’s song “Scarborough Fair?” –Jeny Dowlin

Scarborough Fair was not a fair as we know it today (although it attracted jesters and jugglers) but a huge 45-day trading event starting August 15–exceptionally long for a fair in medieval England. People from all over Great Britain, and even some from the continent, came to the seaside town of Scarborough in the north of England to do their business. Eventually the harbor started to decline, and so did the fair. People are still going to Scarborough–it’s a tourist resort now–but all they get is parsley, sage, and rosemary. They just don’t have the thyme.

No one knows who wrote the original song “Scarborough Fair,” though most feel it dates from the middle ages. Bards in medieval England (or “shapers,” as they were called) didn’t usually take credit for songs they wrote. Most learned “Scarborough Fair,” then took it from town to town where others heard it and passed it along. Each shaper changed the lyrics and arrangements to suit his or her style. Following this tradition, Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel used only a small portion of the “original” lyrics on their 1966 album, “Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme.”

Though meaningless to most now, the four herbs spoke to the imaginations of medieval folk much as roses do today:

Parsley takes away the bitterness, in a spiritual as well as practical sense. Phytotherapists still prescribe parsley for people who suffer from indigestion. Eating a leaf of parsley with a meal is said to make spinach and other heavy vegetables easier to digest.

Sage has symbolized strength for thousands of years.

Rosemary–faithfulness, love and remembrance. Ancient Greek swains used to give rosemary to their ladies, and the custom of a bride wearing twigs of rosemary in her hair is still practiced in England and several other European countries today. The herb also stands for sensibility and prudence. Ancient Roman doctors recommended putting a small bag of rosemary leaves under the pillow of someone who had to perform a difficult mental task, such as an exam. Rosemary is associated with feminine love, because it’s very strong and tough, although it grows slowly.

Thyme represents courage. At the time Scarborough Fair was written, knights wore images of thyme on their battle shields as a symbol of their courage and endurance. Guess even then when thyme took a licking, it kept on ticking.

–SDSTAFF Songbird
Straight Dope Science Advisory Board.

Cows produce on average produces 10 gallons of saliva a day? is that true?

this just in from Ornj…

The Litter Box Song

you put your left paw in
you take your left paw out
you put your left paw in
and you scratch it all about
you do the Newty Pooty
and you cover it all up..

that’s what it’s all about….

They’re a strange bunch, management here, they really are — harder to deal with than the Imperial Chinese court, and considerably less attractive to look at. (to paraphrase a Terry Pratchett) The big boss is fond of being loud. A bit of a bully, he’s never really done that sort of stuff to me, but you can hear him 3 rooms down if he gets on a yelling jag.

Asked the mail shop gal if he knew anything about my invisimail. Sadly, the mail shop guy in charge got toasted on Friday, who knows where he’s at now.

Ah well… the world still spins, light still shines, and love is in my heart. What more could a person ask for? Ornj was in severe slumber mode, so I had to fend for myself after 10:30 or so… spent the time browsing LJ, skimming on-line work ads, and playing with Punky Newtster. It got dang chilly last night… had to shut the windows and turn on the little space heater again… (I suspect it dropped to the mid-low 40s, but not sure of the exact temp. I do know that Newtie was poofed up to stay warm, until I got him into the covers. 🙂 Little purry lawnmower)

Got into a stupid goof mood, so I ended up doing a little song for Newt… easy to take current tunes and pop in Newt for certain words…blue works especially well. “Newt Moon”, “Newt of Earle”, Use the word Newt for every note in the “Imperial Death Star March”… or for every note in “Green Acres” for that matter.

Ok, all you sweetie-pie peoples out there…

My birthday wish…

If you’d like to do something for my birthday, I have an idea for a nice gift in honor of what I’m doing this week.

Think you could go one day without using just plant based products? No milk, no chicken, no creature bits?

That’s what I’d like you to do for me. (My birthday is a week from Friday, February 2nd)… It’s nice to animals, kind to the planet and good for you, too. If you would like to do so, let me know! Who knows? Maybe it’s something you’ll decide to do longer.

A good way to do this is to have a Peanut butter and banana sammich or some beans and rice, applesauce….. . (a good scotto tribute, anyhow…I loves my PB&nanners)

Don’t humans have to eat meat to stay healthy?

Both the U.S. Department of Agriculture and the American Dietetic Association have endorsed vegetarian diets. Studies have also shown that vegetarians have stronger immune systems than meat-eaters and that meat-eaters are almost twice as likely to die of heart disease, 60 percent more likely to die of cancer, and 30 percent more likely to die of other diseases. The consumption of meat and dairy products has been conclusively linked with diabetes, arthritis, osteoporosis, clogged arteries, obesity, asthma, and impotence. (so I have another reason to ask you to do this… I want you folks around for a while longer)

A nice link to vegan fast food is here, if you’re like me, and happen to eat out far too often.

If this isn’t your thing, or seems daunting… good wishes are always welcome too. 🙂

Newtilla the Red is on a primal tear tonight, playing at being some sort of dwarf sabre-toothed tiger. Note to kelliebellie… he is growing larger, but his head and tail are remaining the same length… can it be he’s mutating?

For Destroll….

I AM THE VERY MODEL OF A MAJOR SUPER-CRIMINAL

THE MASTER-MIND
I am the very model of a major super-criminal
My costume is impeccable, my inhibitions minimal
My plans for world dominion are both logical and sensible,
But only those who envy me dare call them reprehensible.
I’ve mass-destruction in my grasp, atomic and bacterical,
But sharpest yet my rapier wit is honed with barbs satyrical,
I’ve kryptonite, from green to white, for any such occasions
That I failed to factor Superman into my grand equations.

HENCHMEN
That he failed to factor Superman into my grand equations.
That he failed to factor Superman into my grand equations.
That he failed to factor Superman into my grand equations.

THE MASTER-MIND
Napoleon and Hitler were my gurus philosophical,
And Dr. Doom my mentor in my studies catastrophical,
I’ve added all the latest of improvements to my cranium,
From eyeballs periscopic to a coating of titanium.

HENCHMEN
He’s added all the latest of improvements to his cranium,
From eyeballs telescopic to a coating of titanium.

THE MASTER-MIND
Of killing I’m a master, from zoology insidious,
To film critique in ways unique, and ambuscades euclidious,
My soul was bartered long ago to creatures quite infernal,
A price I paid quite gladly in exchange for life eternal;

With each and every stratagem I’m nearer to my victory
Except for super-heroes with opinions contradictory;
They upset my calculations which annoys me without measure,
And upon my hordes of lackies must be vented my displeasure…

HENCHMEN
[gradually inching off the stage]
Upon his hordes of lackies must be vented his displeasure
Upon his hordes of lackies must be vented his displeasure
Upon his hordes of lackies must be vented his displeasure…

THE MASTER-MIND
I wriggle through the penal codes through circumstance extenuous,
By employing only barristers reptilian and sinuous;
I escape from federal prisons and dimensions quite ethereal,
In time for juice and coffee, and a modest bowl of cereal.

HENCHMEN
[from the wings]
In time for juice and coffee, and a modest bowl of cereal,
In time for juice and coffee, and a modest bowl of cereal,
In time for juice and coffee, and a modest bowl of cereal

THE MASTER-MIND
For all my vast resources I have yet to be victorious,
But triumph now is imminent; the carnage will be glorious,
At last I shall achieve my quest for power unequivocal:
I am the very model of a major super-criminal!

HENCHMEN
At last he shall achieve his quest for power unequivocal:
He is the very model of a major super-criminal!