Sakes! well, at least I have a picture up now! I’ll get the knack of layout and design slowly, but surely. (Heck, I haven’t even d/led the client proggie yet… doing it now. My poor net has been way slow tonight… 🙁 Upside, Newt seems to like his medicine and is eating well. I have his kitten pix up on the web… grown up (7mos will be around later.) Here’s a link to a slow loading image of him as a babe.

Newton!

So, does everyone on this silly journalspace have a webcam but me? I was thinking aobut setting up a cam at the house, if just to see if I can do it, and to keep an Eye on my fine orange fuzzy friend Newton. Anyone out there have any suggestions for setting it up?

Just met Mimi online, and she seems to be really nice. 🙂 Go say hey to a fellow Floridian!

Thanks to sunu-sku for befriending me so quickly! A swell person!!

My first attempt at mixing html! wish me luck!

From my homepage: Is it plaigarism, if you cut from yourself, to save time?

Scott von Berg – aka Scottobear, Sasquatch, Rev. Scotto, and Mongo… among other things.

Born Feb 2, 1969, 6’5ish”, brown hair, blue eyes. If you’ve seen this man feel free to approach, as he’s generally unarmed, and rarely dangerous. Doesn’t eat animals, and votes regularly. No tattoos, piercings, or any other form of ritual scarification, identifying marks are a 5 inch scar at the base of the back from a spinal operation in 1994. Likes to Read, Camp, and talk forever about any manner of topics. Social activities include gaming (Cards, RPGs, Boardgames, you name it.), trips to the coffeeshop,any sort of Film, and trips to the beach for a nighttime cookout / drum circle / gab-fest.

I have two eyes, two ears, two arms and two legs and at least once a day I like to stuff dead plants into a hole in my head. I enjoy the presence of children, (any happy folk, actually), nice scenery, especially rivers and hills. Mountains and caves are good, but rare here in sea-level Fort Lauderdale, Florida.(Actually Pompano, but folks recognise FTL!) I recently adopted a cat, Newton, (10/21/99, estimated age at 3 weeks, orange tabby, male) but am not a ‘cat person’, more of an ‘animal person’.

How flattering that you came by! Thanks for taking a moment of your time to peek into my life There’ll be more about me in the here and now in the journal section. Below sums up my basic feelings.

A quote from Bill Hicks. A smart, funny, dead man.

You’ve been fantastic and I hope you enjoyed it. There is a point, is there a point to all of this? Let’s find a point. Is there a point to my act? I would say there is.

I have to.

The world is like a ride in an amusement park. And when you choose to go on it, you think it’s real because that’s how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it’s very brightly colored and it’s very loud and it’s fun, for a while. Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question, is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, “hey – don’t worry, don’t be afraid, ever, because, this is just a ride…”

And we… kill those people.

Ha ha

“Shut him up.”

“We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up. Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real.”

Just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. But it doesn’t matter because: It’s just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one. Here’s what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defences each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.

Thank you very much, you’ve been great.

May 12, 2000

So much has happened in the past 3 weeks. Where to begin? Hmmm.. I guess my first todo is apologize to myself (and anyone else who reads this sill thing) for not staying on top of it more diligantly. For what it’s worth, I have a new program (action names) for the Palm, and it has a journal feature, so I can just scribble away whenever the mood strikes me.

I’ll transcribe some of the meatier elements form there the next time I sync up at the house. Ok… now that the semi-pleasantries are out of the way… On to bigger news. AT has been staying with me at the apartment for the vast majority of the time these last couple of weeks. We went to disney with my friends the hippie-folk (whom I love dearly, the B’s especially) and I finally met D’s pal L. AT adopted a Kitten, and he’s living at my place, too. Newton gets along with him ok, but plays too rough with him sometimes. New Kitten is black & white splotched, and is named Fritz.

My relationship with AT is going mostly well, but I did catch her in a deliberate fib to me… my feelings were hurt, and I confronted her with it… I don’t imagine it’ll happen again. For her sake, I still will assume a level of trust, but if it happens again, I don’t know where my head’ll be. I care for her very much, and I just hope I’m not too much more head over heels for her than vice-versa. Her relationship history has been rather rough, and I’m guessing that I might be the first worthwhile person she’s had a relationship with. I don’t think that she’s too emotionally hurt to make for a good relationship, and I don’t mind too much that we’re going relatively slow. I think I caught a cold from her via PC (CP? not sure how to abbreviate the name.)

Going to see One flew over the Cukoo’s nest with RC and AT this sunday, and DC/RH Saturday for a movie. Sat nite is AT and me at the hippies place for a going away party for DW… I’ll miss her, she’s a sweetie. She just got a great tattoo of a butterfly on her back that sister CB drew, has Kenya’s name in it & a stylised “sister” as well. I have loads of pix from disney… and the butterfly is included in there (I hope it came out). That, and I gave AT a dried rose from the haunted mansion…

I walked into an ice cream parlor and saw this flyer for a rubber stamp party on the wall. It should be blamed for most of what you are reading right now. No matter how I picture the events of a rubber stamp party, It scares me to death. I can’t explain the visions of madness in my head, but imagine a mariachi band made up of midgets building penis shaped sand castles and reciting welding part shipping lists. That’s as close as I can come. The party’s real bonus for me would be to hear the saga of Jo Ann Trail as she discusses her year in Saudi Arabia. She’ll probably have fun anecdotes about the time she was sold for half a camel, or second hand stories from the nice old man she sat next to on the plane. Oh, I hope she dresses up in the black arab ninja chick outfit and brings those fun slides! All stupid shit aside, It should be painfully obvious to anyone that this is just a bad front for an Amway recruiting party. After JoAnn is done showing off her new toll painting, she exits and returns with a white board. Then she starts giving speeches about impending financial success while drawing a very convincing pyramid of circles. “It sounds fascinating! But can even an introverted person with birth defects like me make money with it?” asks the fat woman JoAnn paid twenty dollars to earlier. After a couple more hours of circle drawing and estrogen, the entire room signs up to buy a warehouse full of window cleaner. And JoAnn smiles to herself. She knows that 2% of the net profit from every ninth bottle of Windex gets split between her and only 132 other people. “I will soon be rich,” she thinks out loud with a small cackle. The rest of the room is too busy planning their future summer homes to hear her. Anyway, after I read the flyer, I knew I had to have it. It was a few days old, but I thought it would be polite to ask the ice cream scooping girl if I could keep it. She looked like she spoke English, but I must have had to repeat my question four or five times. I’ve found there is no one more confused than a food service worker when you ask them about something that doesn’t involve food. So after a series of blank stares and “ums,” I asked the same question in frat. I said, “Hey, uhhh…could I get this flyer to help me and my frat fund our trip to Canada? I’m a Delta Iota Kappa, and we get like 25 cents? for every rubber stamp flyer we can find. Yeah, we’re havin’ a big rubber stamp rager this weekend. It’s gonna fuckin’ rule. Full kegs. Shit. You know, if you came, I could almost guarantee you’ll get your tits grabbed. Here’s one free sexual harassment card. What do ya think? Free beer for chicks. Bring like 20 friends.” Something inside her finally started working, and she smiled and asked, “What frat again?” That’s when I grabbed the flyer and leapt through a plate glass window to make my escape.

Apr 20, 2000

Somehow AT is making use of Urban league to pay for her school? I was under the impression it was an african american organisation, but perhaps it helps everyone in need… how refreshing that would be! AT is of british and Chippewaw(sp?) indian descent, maybe that’s how it works? I would prefer it was more for someone that was part of a low-income community. I feel that’s a more appropriate way of handling the situation. AT’s been living at a very low level of income, at least for the last few months, changing now that she’s found a better job at BOL in addition to the GT. more to follow… time for me to get back to work.