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Gamera! Gamera!
Gamera is really neat.
Gamera is filled with meat.
We’ve been eating Gamera!
Shell
Teeth
Eyes
Flames
Claws
Breath
Scales
Fun!

Gamera’s enchantment still grows.
He fills our hearts with love.
Gamera’s the latest thing.
He fills our hearts with spring, spring, spring!
Anytime you want some moonbeams,
Gamera is the thing.

Gamera is really neat,
He is filled with turtle meat.
We all love you, GAMERA!!!

(Random Scotto factoid… Newton was nearly named Gamera.)

hey! Commander USA!

No dice on the recorder.. and my nearby comic shop is price-gouging for single figures… The other place was $1 yelow, $2 blue, $3 red… PPF had the same stuff for $2 yellow, $3.50 blue, $5 red.

fark that noise… I’ll just have danny pick some up for me at the cheaper zone.

juliabee put me on to a nifty idea, too… making custom ones! I’ve got more army men than I know what to do with…the click bases don’t look too difficult to replicate.

Another fun thing.. I was in Eckerd’s, and back to school sales are going.. protractors, index cards… all sorts of cool school supplies. They still make trapper keepers! I remember waaaay back in the halcyon days of my youth when they were introduced. Before them…. oh, the humanity… a stack of duo-tang folders, a different color for each class, each course written on the cover neatly in black felt tip. If they didn’t have internal pockets, you were hosed, and possibly doomed to lose information.

I couldn’t resist. I bought a Duo-tang folder. Orange. With internal pockets. It cost me $0.23…I think it’ll be my new Recorder music book… 🙂 Now, I just have to pick up that recorder.

My Brother brought over a package for me that he signed for yesterday… It’s invader zim! 32 episodes of tasty, freaky, Zimmy goodness. Thanks dcl! Coolio Labels, too. I look forward to watching them with much pleasure. I’ll get to learn how my DVD drive deals with VCDS.

Newt’s taken to giving me a pre-dawn wakeup call again. I need to find his settings, and adjust him to “one hour after dawn, or so”. At least I’ve found his snooze button… soft fuzzy underbelly.

Fun fact – French are born with tails, which are later removed.

Word of the day – fumbuckery. (I dig spoonerisms.) It describes the functionality of midday meetings.

I want to make homemade ice cream by rolling a bucket back and forth to my sweetie. Strawberry, maybe.

Chuck E. Cheese can cause nostalgia, and nightmares. I tend to side with Mr. Munch.

If you think your pregnancy test should be private, wait until you read this. The new Florida adoption law says that if you don’t know the father of your baby and you want to let someone adopt the baby, you have to list all the possible fathers of your child in the newspaper.

When background searches fail to locate the birth father, the mother must place legal notices about the adoption in a local newspaper where the child was conceived.

In the notice, the mother must list her name, describe herself, name or describe the possible father or fathers and list the date and the city or county of conception.

Chaotic dreams last night, not all unpleasant, just stutter-cut. I had a little difficulty sleeping… woke up and read about three times. I got past a page, figured I was weary enough to kill the lights and try again, then repeated the process about every 2 or three hours. I don’t feel too tired now, but I skipped my morning tour, and spent it in bed mostly awake, charging my batteries for the coming day. My dream locations kept shifting … I was at my old house in Boynton, no, I’m at the Dawsey’s old Boca place, no, I’m hiding out at the FAU library. I was discussing a camping/ canoe/ hiking trip with a few “faceless dream friends” to the mountains, and figuring out how long and what we’d need for the trip. Someone mentioned night vision goggles, and I thought that it was a pretty extravagant piece of equipment to bring, considering flashlights work nicely.

Newt likes ice cubes in his water dish.

ace of wandsDid a one-card spread this morning… got the ace of wands. From Learntarot.comThe Ace of Wands is a symbol of possibility in the area of creativity, excitement, adventure, courage and personal power. In readings, it shows that a seed of bold enthusiasm has been planted in your life although you may not yet recognize it. When the seed sprouts, it could take almost any form. It might be a creative idea, surge of optimism or need to act boldly. On the outside, it could be an offer, gift, opportunity, encounter or synchronistic event.

When you see this Ace, examine your life to see how its potent, confident energy could work for you. Be daring and brave. Sometimes you have to risk to get what you want. Look for the path that will excite you and push you beyond your limits. Seize the initiative, and let your enthusiasm take you to new heights. Wands are the suit of individual power and fulfillment. This Ace tells you that a time of passion is beginning. You will be able to assert your best for all to see.

The Ace of Wands is also the card of creativity. Under its influence, you can become a conduit for inspiration and invention. Forget tired, worn-out solutions. You have the chance to be original. Trust your own creative potential, and there will be no end to what you can achieve.

Sounds good to me! I’ll keep that in mind today.

They’re making a “Birds of Prey” show on WB… and Dina Meyer is Oracle! (She’s a jim-dandy batgirl.) I don’t know how I feel about who they have playing the huntress and black canary, though. hope it’s good, and survives. I worry that it’ll become the “huntress show”, rather than Canary/Oracle team-up.

Advertising early, it seems. Birds of Prey Premiere Date: October 9, 2002, at 9.

Nigerians get high on lizard droppings

One narrow path surrounded by a dense forest;
On all sides, mountains lie in darkness.
The autumn leaves have already fallen.
No rain, but still the rocks are dark with moss.
Returning to my hermitage along a way known to few,
Carrying a basket of fresh mushrooms
And a jar of pure water from the temple well.

– Ryokan (1758-1831)

a zebrellie! dang… I’m really impressed with these digital artists.

Off to work… have a good day, dear journal, and I’ll try to do the same. (Odds are in my favor)

Ponch and Jon are chasing two guys that have a pickup truck mounted laser. Jon is on horseback, and Ponch is dressed as a cowboy, and has George “goober” Lindsey in the passenger seat.

It’s not a dream, it’s on TNT.

Roman holiday (RO-muhn HOL-i-day) noun

An entertainment event where pleasure is derived from watching gore and barbarism.

[From the gladiatorial contests held in ancient Rome.]

It’s nice to have my brother so nearby.

Thinking about the late 90’s… 99? the scent of old cigarettes on my shirt… spilled beer. I’m glad I don’t work at SG anymore. I think it’s officially closed down now, since last summer. I remember when they lost their liquor license, but continued to be open, with a “BYOB” policy, and just served soft drinks.

Only real test there was the test of will to get a better job, instead of staying someplace where it was easy to slack off.

Just got an email from a menstrualhut member who was upset about being chewed out by another user for posting an off-topic request for a lj-code. I let her know that I was sorry she was disrespected, but to please keep the posts on-topic. it got pretty ugly… folks calling one another “idiot”, “bitch”, “cunt” and “rag-whore” before I could get on top of it. I may need to make a general post to the community, and request that people keep a little respect for one another. I’m still pleased that I only have to deal with that sort of nonsense once in a blue moon.

I’m way behind on reading my fellow-journalists. either that, or I miss seeing some posts when they happen. Lately a few entries have slipped past, and I’ve only seen them when they’ve been referred to elsewhere.

“A team of researchers in central Africa say they’ve uncovered what appears to be the earliest evidence of the human family ever found — a skull, jawbone and teeth between 6 million and 7 million years old.”

Meeting with Bonbon today to establish exactly why she’s *still* abandoned the log program in favor of paper routines. She’s given different excuses to me and to Kev.

To me… “If I can’t run it on all the machines, I’ll just use the paper logs.” (One of the machines is stand-alone, and won’t support outside software on it.. it’s been installed on three other workstations throughout the room. she can take literally four steps to the other machine and enter her log from there. Even if that was the case, it doesn’t explain why she doesn’t use it on the other machines… and the software is in place to keep track of inventory, so we know how much has been printed, what to charge our client, and when to order more supplies.

To Kevin “It doesn’t do everything I want it to do” (Claiming it doesn’t have features she needs) If that’s the case, why did she tell me, the guy who *asked* every day as I was writing it “What features would you like? Any Reports you want to see? Any special things you’d like on the layout?” and then went on to cite examples and offer suggestions.

So, today, we’re both going to sit down with her and find out what we can do to make her use the program, and if it requires more features. I think that she’s going to putt some features out of her backside, wait the day or whatever for me to implement them, and then continue to ignore any new software that comes her way. If (when) that happens, she’s going to be in a world of trouble with Kev, and I’ll be annoyed because that’ll be my time that’s been wasted. We need to ask her directly and together why she’s not using it, and tell her that the paper logs will be *gone* either Today (if no upgrades are needed) or a week from the final program launch (to allow for bug-killing and education of the staff). The paper logs should never return.

She’s setting up a power vacuum over there… Has both of her sons working in the room with her. She thinks that if she leaves, she’ll take her boys with her and hose the company, or worse, leave her boys there, and hose the company from the inside.

That won’t happen… We’ll just pay the other folks overtime until we get good replacements for them all… we have decent redundant systems in place. I’m glad that I’m not her immediate supervisor… she answers pretty directly to Big Bird. If BB can’t handle it, Kevin will deal with things properly.

I’m not looking forward to the meeting, but I’ll be happy once a resolution is in place. Internal support can sometimes be more difficult than writing software for an outside client.

I coughed today, and heard an echo of my father.

I clear my throat in the exact same way. I had no idea until this morning.

Comforting, and sort of disconcerting at the same time. My brother and I have similar voice patterns, but not similar voices. genetic? learned? a little of both, I think.

reread robinson crusoe last night… I never noticed a specific error before… he strips down naked, swims to the ship for supplies, and then puts the supplies in his pockets… what is he, a marsupial?

good deed of the day – gave my all day bus pass to a guy as I got home.. saved him $2.50.

bought cat food, and seeds to plant in the garden area under my south and eastwindows…. sweet alyssum, and moonflowers. I may crossplant some catgrass out there too, for Newt’s friendly visitor.

Well, off to the showers, and a book to read in my NEW bed.gnite, dear journal.

dreams.

Boynton Beach LibraryI dreamt last night that I was working at the library again (or not working, as the case was… goofing off with the old pages) and I saw a lot of the old team there. I wonder what Jane, Charlotte and Pam are all up to these days.

Those were some amazingly fun times. the only downside of that job was the politics involved… There were quite a few little hens there, too. Aside from that, I had a great time. Get paid to reshelve books, and show people where certain things were. Even cataloging wasn’t bad a little bit at a time. I love to see the old books people would donate. You’d invariably find something in a box to make you cringe or laugh. (like a slice of pizza for a bookmark, or old WWII porn…Tijuana bibles.)

Every other Thursday, they’d bring folks from the local mental care ward in to visit… Mr Hanna was a favorite. A stereotypical paranoid, he would laugh at inappropriate times, and spout some of the most weird commentary about stuff I’d ever seen. Very entertaining to a 17 year old boy.

painted desert, halloween, and spiderman.

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.

aaaah! – purging the song…don’t mind me

spidey!

Spider-Man, Spider-Man
has gigantic sebaceous glands
Chicken neck, big bug-eyes
Chirps just like a cricket’s thighs
Look out! Here comes the Spider-Man

Smokes a bong? Chocolate mud.
Doesn’t talk like Elmer Fudd
Does he live, in a shed?
Wears a hat on his head
Watch out! Here comes the Spider-Man!

He gets chilled in the light,
deseeding a lime
streaking at night
naked and brown

Spider-Man, Singing glam,
Emails folks lots of spam
Width and length, two by four
His Aunt May gives him chores

Filling his pitcher of Tang-up
Wherever there’s a gang-up
You’ll find the Spider-man!

real song – http://pocketmedia.ign.com/media/previews/image/spiderman/spiderman.mp3

Can you know the mighty ocean? Can you lasso a star from the sky? Can you say to a rainbow ‘Hey, stop being a rainbow for a second’? No! such is Mango!

Can you catch a falling star without burning your hand? Can you put the sky in your mouth? Can you say to an earthquake…’Hey hold still for a Second’? No! Such is Mango!

Can you take the blue from the sky? Can you put the wind in your pocket? Can you catch a rainbow? No! Such is Mango!

Mango is like a drug. You must have more and more and more of the Mango until there is no Mango left. Not even for Mango!

My Evil twin – TMBG

My evil twin, bad weather friend
He always wants to start when I want to begin
It scares me so, like I scare myself
With that book of Nostradamus up upon my shelf

Playing hangman ’til the morning light
Doing donuts on the neighbors lawn
Then sleep all through the day, get up and start again
I can hear some sirens somewhere but I don’t know why

My evil twin runs home again
Search lights look for an alibi, but I’ll be home by then

Here he comes again, my evil twin
My friends have seen him hiding underneath my skin

Who cut the arm off the voodoo doll
That resembles a Republican president from long ago
I’d hate to see you leave
‘Cause I have grown so grateful for the
Blame you save me from

My twin
My twin
My twin

(My twin) I know he looks like me
(My twin) Hates work like me and walks like me
(My twin) He’s even got a twin like me

My evil twin, bad weather friend
I know some day I’ll meet him
But I don’t know where or when

robotech theme page


Perceptive. Butterfly. I’d like the vulgar, in
emotional one closer to reason and her heart
and vivid imagery. Oh, nap time. That’s currently
in the stupid, Scotto, rainbows and desire: both;
spikes and trees hiding spring loaded scything blades;
force, some wild rabbits that children to be
have to some dirt makeup and is a walk
up at home, and made of discord.

This is Scotto, signing off… g’nite!

Dream last night, fragment.

I was back, living at home, and my folks were together… I must’ve been about 14, I guess. It was late, and I was up for some reason, and I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye… I looked to investigate, and saw a tripwire made out to dental floss… I followed the string to a bomb… a ridiculously large blasting cap attached to a 2 or 3 lb bit of c4… crazy amounts of explosive…I think that’s enough to level a city block or something. My dad’s signature was on the clay…I looked up and saw him high-tailing it from the room. My mom was sleeping in the other room, unaware of the whole situation… I woke up my brother, and her… we left the house and it collapsed shortly thereafter.. weird booby traps were all over the neighborhood, pits filled with spikes and trees hiding spring-loaded scything blades…. I recall escaping into the jungle, but I don’t know where my mom and brother went… it didn’t occur to me to note them missing at the time.

Ended up at the beach, my beach, not the one by the old house.

That’s all I remember.