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I'm a very good man, just not a very good wizard.

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oh, freakin’ neato!

http://www.livejournal.com/users/scottobear/rss

paid users can now distribute themselves as an RSS feed.

how honking nifty is that?

also, the converse is true… I can link to deadjournal accounts! eesh… too big a list, mayhap. public only posts, too, because it won’t detect outside security. but now I can read slashdot and plastic from my lj… handeeeee!

here’s a breakdown of some of the uses – http://www.webreference.com/scripts/sidebar/

sweetalyssm‘s post about not having photographed lately (great manips, and a magnificent model…) reminded me that I’ve not done much with my art lately, either. I think I’m going to have to commit an hour a day to just producing some writing again… I got lazy, and fell a big chunk out of the habit. Maybe lunch hour, instead of reading.. not sure. Just programming and fooling around isn’t very productive.

Talked to the bro… he’s doing well except for him and the mother got into some sort of argument, but we may all three have dinner together tomorrow night after work. We’ll see how that takes off. I guess she brought some girl back with her from the last trip to brazil, and is letting her camp out on the couch until she can get on her feet.

Got him some ice cream and good conversation.. always a nice combo.

Is it me, or am I really seeing turquoise jewelry everywhere these days? And crochet string tops?

Also.. Amazon eez de debbil.

Books are hard enough to resist without all this other ease of use stuff! Get thee behind me, oh one-click!

That reminds me… don’t ask how…

I dreamt that my sweetheart’s cat kicked over my fridge to get at the goodies inside, and he was kind enough to share with Newt. We came home to find the appliance on its side, with the furry-boys lapping at the spilled milk within. They seemed quite proud.

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freaky forehead bone-looking sand dollar.it amazes me how many people thought that Newt and I have synched digestive cycles, and about the sand dollar thing.

there’s a chirpy bird outside that’s driving Newt to distraction.. he’s peering out the window as I type, trying to figure a way to get to it.

Random American history factoid – in 1585, the first English colonists arrived in Roanoke Island, Virginia. (Now North Carolina). by 1590, all of the settlers had disappeared. The word “CROATOAN” is found carved into a tree.

Talked with my sweetheart, and now we’re both off to do chores! Mmm.. she makes the day complete. 🙂 Got to call the bro, and see if he needs any laundry done, while I’m at it.

until later, dear journal!

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moonflower planted on the south side, near my front door… I think I’ll put up some strings for the vines to climb in a few weeks, and looking forward to the scent.

On the east side, the window by my bed, alyssum and catgrass.

Not sure yet what I’ll put on the north side, by the parking area. after these start to grow, I’ll plant some other nice botanicals near here, too. It was sort of weird, moving in with little areas of earth under each window, with nothing growing there, save for the odd weed. (The weeds are gone, by the way)

hmm… freshly showered, most of my chores are done, and it’s too rainy to go for a walk. time to see what sort of breakfast I can rustle up here… until later, dear journal.

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eight legged freaks.

what a jim-dandy title for a giant spider monster movie.

I feel that I may go see MIB2 or the Powerpuff girls movie today. (heck, maybe a double feature, if I get my druthers)

My sweetie has to work today… maybe I can lure her over to yahoo games and play there with her for a bit. 😉

D’oh! that reminds me, I have to plant my moonflower seeds. be back in a bit, dear journal.

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Happy 226th birthday, USA! Happy Saint Elizabeth of Portugal Day!

I hope all of us in the States take at least a moment and enjoy themselves today for a bit.

Newtieboy woke me at 6:30 this morn… patty-pat on the nose, to get me to play. I indulged him, of course. He doesn’t like my “cat-fishing” toy, but will chase a strip of canvas that the futon packing contained… go figure. 🙂 I’m happy that he’s still so playful, at nearly three years old… I wonder when he’ll mellow, if at all? He’s got a darker tiger-buddy outside that I’ve been giving some food to… dark brown stripes, and a poofier tail than Newts. It has a collar, but I’v enot gotten close enough to read it, or to see the outdoor-kitty is a he or a she.

soaking the moonflower seeds for 24 hours before planting them… they and the sweet alyssum will be in the soil tomorrow.

they arrested saddam’s stepson in south florida? at a flight school? is that true? egad!

grabbed for a visa violation, and deporting him? my news source on that is dubious…

the ER last night was interesting… two doors over were a pair of customs agents, and two local policemen… did they catch a mule? probably

reminds me of a song…

A stretch of interstate. You are between two cities. It is night, and quiet, and each rural exit proposes the idea of what’s beyond.

On a hot night in late August, less than an hour on the interstate south of Memphis, you take an undistinguished exit onto roads so undistinguished their names are not posted, and drive less than fifteen minutes from the truckers and the travelers, passing maybe a dozen domiciles, before you reach a sunken area off to the right and find yourself in Othar Turner’s backyard. A wooden barn defies gravity by remaining upright. A white horse swishes its tail. Othar‘s mule brays.

Of course, goat songs give way to one of the more refulgent cow songs.

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hmm… no DSL. I’ll have to call about that tomorrow after I find out when my bed arrives.

my poor sweetie is still hurting from the weekend… I’m sending her good, comfy thoughts for a speedy mend.

I’m bushed, and need to wake up early, so nighters, dear journal.

palm synch when I get dsl!

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slept pretty well last… dreamt of my sweetheart and I together. soft rains, and Newtie-cuddles all night. I didn’t do walkies, I’m going to test the mettle of route 55 to get me where I’m going today. I did walk a bit last night… about 16 blocks to the 7-11… I picked up a jug o’ gatorade and evaluated the “emergency junk food” areas… no bad.. I can get good bread there, anyhow. I’ll investigate the region more during business hours… apperently, even in fort lauderdale, businesses roll up the carpets on sunday after 10pm.

DSL should be on tonight… at last, internet at decent speeds and a free phone line!

note to self, catch up with a few people on my reading list re: abuse, lj-abuse, ghosts, working at disney-florida and birthdays.

off to work… newtcam will be on.. keep an eye on my baby, dear journal!

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Getting by, thank goodness my sweetie’s been about today.

Feeling better. Still going to follow doc’s orders, and stay home the rest of this week, and polish off the meds.

( I still have a cough, and aches, but the thick stuff in the throat is mostly gone.)

I’m nearly out of Gatorade. Perhaps I can ask Kevin or Karen to bring some by after work tomorrow.

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2001/10/23 – at about 14:45 – in a meeting explaining functionality for the new up sequence program (now includes 8-up) I have a coughing fit. a bad one. so bad that I have trouble breathing. the guys in the meeting don’t realize the severity until I dial 911, and hand the phone to Paul because I can’t talk clearly to the operator.

~14:50? (fast!! yay!) Ambulance arrives, and hauls my coughing, sick self to the ER. On the trip, they give me oxygen, and I feel 1000% better.

called doc and was told to go to the ER for a chest X-ray

15:05 – arrived at emergency room, filled out paperwork, mentioned bloody, opaque phlegm, difficulty breathing, cough etc, but and sat here for 45 min. (I was stable by the time I got there)

Got a sputum culture done, a chest x-ray, had blood drawn, got my nose swabbed, along with the usual temperature / pulse / blood pressure.

Took a *long time*. Thank goodness for the palm… between tests, I read the entire onion, and yahoo news, plus some of the books I had packed on there. Also doodled a bit, and made my LJ/palm synch icon. 🙂 I finally got out of there about 19:00 or so, and went to CVS. They’re new to Florida, so don’t support my insurance yet, even though my insurance said they did. Ok, fine, off to Eckerds. They make me wait 45 minutes, and then tell me that they don’t have the antibiotics in stock (they give me everything else), but the store up the road does… I go there, and the tech is having supper behind the counter, and I get to wait another half hour for that medicine. *note to self* Go to Walgreens next time…They’re tons faster, and have my insurance info on file.

Finally got home about 20:45, where I promptly told my poor worried sweetheart where I’d been most of the day.

Home or self-care includes rest and a high-protein diet with adequate fluids, and I’m supplementing that with kung fu movies, cartoons, gabbing with my sweetie, and kitty-snuggles. Maybe a little writing, too. Whatever I can do to fend off malaise.

Yum, Orange Gatorade!

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I’m a little perturbed with my chatty proggies lately. I wonder if it means all of their servers are getting too big.

AIM – been pretty good, lately. falls down now and then, but gets right back up again.

Yahoo – Weird stuff. folks visible to others but not me, or vice versa. (makes creating a nice group chat testy)

ICQ – the most pesky offender. I was sending messages back and forth to my sweetheart yesterday, when they suddenly stopped. it turns out we kept sending, but neither of us were receiving! not even in our history, just one ways. I did, however see when she logged off to drive home.

I’ve grown very dependant on gabbing with my sweetheart during the day. Pesky when our ‘telephone’ is spotty, but I guess I can’t complain too much… it’s free to use.

Thank goodness for e-mail. 🙂

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painted desert, halloween, and spiderman.

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One year ago tonight, I was sharing thoughts with my beloved of the painted desert… These days, I have a split desire. one side of me wishes to keep her with me, all to myself, and just orbit off into bliss with her. The other half wants to take her around with my hippie buddies, especially Cathi, Dave and Leisa, where we can just goof around and have a big group good time. I want to carve a gourd with all my sweetie and other pals… I don’t know if I’m going to have a pumpkin head on my stoop this year or not. If this cold keeps up, I may just blow off trick or treating again this year.

This coming Sunday, I have to take my bro to Mom’s for her birthday (it’s actually on Nov 1). Got her a nice hibiscus plant, and a gushy card… but I really don’t want to spend much time there. I can be nice and diplomatic for a bit, but I would just as soon keep it to 3 hours or less.

Remembering my first spook house as a little boy… I was probably five or six, and we went to one held at a hospital (I think was… I was little, remember).

I wasn’t afraid of the bloody doctor, or the witch with the cauldron… but a guy in a Spiderman costume grabbed my little brother, and ran off with him… I *freaked*. I went after him, and punched him as hard as my little kid-fists would let me. (not too hard, I guess.) My mother and grandma pried me off of him, but I would have no more of that place… I was pissed, and afraid. Later, I got mad because someone used Spidey’s costume in vain! (Still like ol’ Peter Parker, after all these years.)

I think that’s my first memory of an adrenaline rush.