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entry #6143 Wet memories, German festivals kept quiet, site down, Admin tools.

Hmm. My web server is down. I wonder what’s happening there. I’ll give it an hour and they start to rattle some chains. [update: it’s up again! yay! but I can’t ftp for some reason! Boo! the scribble of my dreamself holding a squirming, plucked tentacle eye will have to wait.]

{Update to the update…FTP is back!} Snail-eyed guy dreams

I’m on call this week… and need to find another person or two we can hire to help take up the slack when the Kahuna’s out of town.

Doc agreed with the specialist… I called to start the wheels in motion for a time for my surgery. I’ve also been discussing the idea seriously about buying a condo. I figure that even if I don’t keep it, I’m all for putting my rent toward equity rather than just in some other person’s pocket. The consultant I talked to said that I can comfortably work out a regional one at about $125k on my income and credit. If I decide to turn it around and sell it later, I should make a tidy profit, too.


Random mental wandering.

I’ve almost always dwelled near a large body of water, usually the shore of Atlantic Ocean. Between growing up near Cape Cod (note to self, write about the cranberry bogs sometime) and the summering in Florida Keys, I’d say that the furthest I’ve lived from the ocean was when we were in Alexandria, Virginia. (Even then, we were right on the Potomac, a *DANG COLD* river, even in the summer, if memory isn’t exaggerating over time.) Contrary to popular belief, I’ve never had a residence under a bridge, in order to eat passing goats or unwary travelers unwilling to pay a toll.

I remember folks being really afraid of the beach when Jaws came out. I was only about six years old, but the killer-shark hysteria was amazingly high. All of those shore-bound places where I’ve lived naturally had a significant amount of tourism by the beach, and the year that movie was released, the visitors began acting even more irrational than usual. Lots of folks were too frightened to even walk along the water… somehow, some way, a ravenous, blood-lustful, twenty-foot man-eating fish with triple rows of pearly white and razor sharp teeth was going to leap onto shore, grab them, emit a long, deep, haunting laugh of pure aquatic evil, and finally bite ’em in half, twelve feet away from where the water stops and the sand begins. The real telling element was how you could see people scanning the surface of the water, looking for that one dorsal fin that spelled total carnage for the poor victim splashing, flailing and generally having fun fooling in the “deep end.”

I figured they were *looking* for a monster to get them. Having spent enough time by the water, I was pretty aware of sharks, and knew something about their behaviors and mannerisms. I knew there was the merest likelihood of being attacked by a shark, even smaller by a colossal great white. Even in recent years, when there’s been a notable increase in the number of attacks along the East coast, the amount of them is still tiny. I had no fear of being attacked by a shark when I went into the water. Sure, if I saw them, I’d get out, but it’s not something that gave me pause. I had more immediate things to worry about: man-o-war stings, and mean ol’ crabs that pinched your toes if you stepped on them by accident Most worrisome was the undertow.. my brother’s surfing drove that point home one time when I was about sixteen, and he got pulled out really fast. I’m glad that my dad was a strong swimmer and was able to recover him quickly. I didn’t even realize he’d gone that far until dad was out there calling to him.

That said, I can’t remember the last time I went diving, surfing, or swimming in water more than chest deep. Perhaps that’s overdue. I’d like to float out and around Red Reef Park for a bit. I’d like to see some stuff from the snorkel perspective.


Again, this year, It’s October, and I’ve heard nothing about Oktoberfest (which generally starts in the last half of September). On researching, it looks like I missed it this past weekend. Ah well, there’s always Bavarian Village.


Handy dandy Admin tools recently discovered –

F.I.R.E. is the Forensic & Incident Response Environment Bootable CD. Its a downloadable ISO that allows you to gathers tons of information on dead and alive machines.

Offline NT Password & Reg Editor Bootdisk is a very simple bootable CD that lets you change passwords on a machine you have physical access to. The bootable CD version includes support for some SCSI cards.

Other handy ones –

Free IP Subnet Calculator from solarwinds.net
Free TFTP Server from solarwinds.net
Free GFI LANguard NS Scanner 3 (non-commercial)
Ethereal Protocol Analyzer
Free SSH Client
Free SSH/Terminal Client (Nags)
Free Angry IP Scanner

Ach, overslept this morning… I’m going to have to do that file-tranny tonight. 1.31 gigs transfer over the instant messenger. (the six episodes of neverwhere… the first one timed out at 30 meg to go. D’oh!) Isketch is a hoot, but some of the topics are *hard*. I’m glad that you’re allowed to skip the impossible ones. Even the comic-book ones had some that I’d never heard of… sixth-string run-twice books from the mid-70s. It’s much simpler to draw “Hulk Smash” or “The Human Torch.” I’d like to get a big goon squad to play online pictionary sometime. (Though I’m terrible at mouse-art… a wacom pad would make things a lot simpler.)

The morning constitutional and shower brought me some good energy, and I’m feeling pretty good.

Today is Danny’s last Day of his summer courses, so we’ll be able to get together Tomorrow and hang out a bit. It’ since to be able to goof off with him so much now, because when the regular school season starts up, he’ll be much more restricted in his visits.

Noticed a scammy-looking letter in my Box this morning, and I did a follow-up on it. It’s upsetting because I think that this would fool a lot of people that don’t know better. My rule of thumb is never follow links from inside an email regarding information updates, but instead to go to the main company site, and see if there are any banners or update questions there.

The Email I received (and have forwarded to Ebay for whatever legal action they would like to take part in) was –

Dear eBay Member,

We at eBay are sorry to inform you that we are having problems with the billing information of your account. We would appreciate it if you would visit our website [eBay Billing Center] and fill out the proper information that we are needing to keep you as an eBay member.

If you think you have received this email as an error, please visit our website and fill out the necessary information. That way we can make sure that everything is up to date! Again here is the link to our website. eBay Billing Center

***Please Do Not Reply To This E-Mail As You Will Not Receive A Response***

Thank you
Accounts Management

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eBay Scam article

Does it look like the building on the left is leaning to the right? That’s the sun-sentinel cam- From left to right, you are seeing: The edge of a new condo under construction; the Travel Guard building, which is one of the oldest buildings in downtown; Las Olas Boulevard, which is the curving road, and the Museum of Art, the structure on the far right. In the background, you see the Las Olas Riverfront area and the white building in the far distance at the center is the Museum of Discovery and Science. In the immediate foreground is the sales center for the condominium tower under construction.

morning cam

Jawa with lightsaber, antlers and blue sneakers. Or is it a spooky neighbor, bearing an irradiated spinach roll? Frankie, the creepy neighbor came by last night at midnight, purportedly to give me a spinach roll from work (he keeps mentioning that he’ll bring me a pizza or something from work for letting him use the phone… I thank him, and he asks to use the phone again… calling a friend of his up to come take him somewhere. After he’d left, I notice that the spinach roll is still warm. I unwrap it, and there’s a bite out of the end. Ugh. He could have at least cut that portion off. Between that, and the generally creepy vibe the guy throws off, I opted not to eat it, even if it’s a waste of food. Color me paranoid, but I don’t think I want to consume any gifts from him.

A unique library of medieval manuscripts, devastated by fire during World War II and considered lost by scholars, could be restored using technology developed to study the surface of planets.
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My name is Elmer J Fudd, millionaire.. I own a mansion and a yacht.

Well, Newt didn’t mind the fireworks too much, yesterday, though when someone right out back started firing them off, he peered through the window, and Mer’d at each explosion. Fortunately there weren’t too many. *Pop* Mer? *Pop* Mer! *Pop* Mer! He’s been afraid of thunder when it’s right on top of the house, though.

I was going to go out to breakfast this morning, but decided it was nicer to just relax a bit and have a cup of instant General Foods International Coffee, Orange Cappuccino. Yummy, though I’m partial to the Swiss Mocha. I’m overdue for Coffee with Sappho and Ihop with Kev.

My daily spam between my regular mail and my registration mail is rather high, in my opinion. ~90 mails daily in the junk mail account, and about 70 in my regular mail, too. Filters work ok, but some things still fritter through. My bulk mail folder is especially large and I use a disposable addy whenever there’s a chance of it being harvested or traded. It’s not gotten too bad yet, but I might not feel the same way a bit more down the line. I’m wondering if perhaps I should consolidate my addys, and redistribute? I’ll concern myself more with it later on.

Danny spent a long time yesterday working on homework… he had to outline 4 chapters, and when I called him, he’s spent 2 hours outlining a 30 page first chapter. That seems too long to me, but I have no idea what the chapter contained. I figure that it’s a Danny-ism… making more work for himself than is needed. I’m amazed at his current Saturday Schedule… 8-hour cram class and then goes out with the wife for 3 hours dancing that night. He must be fried come Sunday. I’ll give him a call midday tomorrow and see how he’s surviving. He just had a pesky doctor’s visit, too… that can’t be helping matters.

Most of my nearest and dearest are needing repair in some way lately… Hip/back, hand, skin, legs… It seems most folks in my age group are starting to see the warrantee expire. Oh for a super-fixy bacta tank!

Bacta tank, with Luke in diaper.

In other Star Wars nerdy News, while talking about bellybuttons, *someone* suggested mine was similar to a sarlacc, drawing in lint akin to Boba Fett with my yeti-hair acting as graspers. I’ll have the world know that my navel is generally lint-free.

Extra dork bonue – RPG stats for Sarlaac

Looks like weather station K4VAE was back online, but is down again. Bah.

There’s a guy building a castle out of old printing plates.
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Supreme Court wisely rules that you can’t legislate morality and that privacy between consenting adults is a-ok as the Texas sodomy law (that applies to homosexuals only) is struck down. Ruling invalidates other remaining sodomy laws on the books.

Well! Florida will now legally allow noncoital sex! Strictly, onanism counts, but that common usage was dropped not too long after St. Peter Damain coined the term in the 11th century. I know that oral does as well as the more commonly recognized anal. (I’ve heard it used to describe bestiality, though I doubt that’s legal.) I’m not gay, but those laws applied to me too, given that I’m happy to have nerve endings.

See more legalese, here

Beta version 2.0 of the Google toolbar is out, including blogging tools, an auto-form filler, and a pop up stopper.

My daily photo log has been added to my bio page…I’m not sure for how long. If I use it 3 or 4 more times I’ll start contributing the registration fee to it.

Scroogle community apparently didn’t read my bio page when it added me along with about 700 other uses. A minor pain in the ass. I’ve unsubscribed myself, and sent a little text message to the listed phone. The down side is that I might’ve enjoyed reading it if I hadn’t been spam-added. To his credit, he IMed me back right away and apologized, and was nice enough about it. He claimed to have added my page because he liked the design, but that’s most likely a load of crap. if he’d taken any interest and read the first thing that comes up on my bio page, he’d have known proper procedure.

I’m getting more Harry potter Spam in my email filter now, and fewer Mortgage or Penis enlargement.

New meeting scheduled for Tuesday morning for the XML import upgrade and Tradeshow database. It’ll be good to get Mark, Tom and myself all on the same page… I imagine that they’ll come up with some options and usability features that I’ve not thought of including so far. The xml is really, at its heart just a set of user macros that automates the existing procedure, and takes care of some of the more common errors.

New Ren & Stimpy Episodes on TNN tonight at 10:pm, then some annoying sounding other cartoons, and Then, more ren & stimpy at 11:30. Tricky going against Family guy, and adult swim on the cartoon network. Weirdly, it seems that by looking at it, all TNN has right now is Real TV from 9am to 6:30 pm, then some misc junk, then ren & stimpy. They need to buff out the roster some. I wonder why it’s going under its third incarnation. The “star trek and duke boys” channel didn’t work out? I know Nickelodeon owns it, too… maybe slap a few more cartoons in there?

Tomorrow morning is the net meeting with the big boys at the office re: the booth management system. I think they’ll be pleased with the result, though I have some work left to polish it up and make it shine.

[edit] Well, crap. I was synchronizing it to the main server (I thought) and it turns out that I’ve downloaded a much older version over my new one. It looks like I’ve lost like a week or two’s worth of work, though it should be much faster to reconstruct rather than redesign. I sent an email off to Mark, and I hope he understands. Crap. That’ll teach me not to save with version numbers, and not to make extra backups elsewhere on my system.

Bro and I got a postcard from Mom in Sweden today, and I need to get that to the bro for his collection. He’s been very good about calling and checking in with me lately, so I know he’s got work and a place to stay.

Earlier, Ray reminded me of my first big superhero character, Trism. Abducted by aliens at Grover’s mill, he was experimented on as a way for humans to develop “true movement” or teleportation. Mental blank, returned in the 90’s (unaged) with only the haziest memories of the event. Got to play the “1940’s sensibility, 60 years later” He wasn’t a racist or ignorant though. He was the “Good old days” sort… sanitized like a cartoon character could be.

I can’t seem to remember many of Pam’s characters… she cycled through them fairly rapidly, if memory serves… testing out different disads and etc. I vaguely remember a shadow controller and a mute (I don’t think that they were one in the same, but it’s possible.). There seems to be an echo of witty banter in the back of my mind, but it’s a haze. The other, more regular characters are stronger in my mind… Like Magneta’s multiple personalities, (some stored on a chip… I do remember liking the one on the chip rather than the vigilante’s actual mind), the giant powerhouse with his bomb on the roof,

Kyoko was nifty… the proto-ghost. She could make parts of her body desolid, and just do martial arts with solid hands and feet. (That didn’t work well when caught in an area effect blast, mind you.) Leroy, the one-handed Danny Glover sidekick was something, as was the New-age store proprietor Mandy, who was quickly glommed onto as a romantic interest.

After doing a quick search on my journal for Trism, I pulled up an entry from about a year back, regarding the Colinas and my fandom of same, as well as the rest of that gang. I fairly gushed about them a year ago. I’m glad I’m getting a chance to be friends again.

Back from PT. Looks like I had a power outage. All of my non-autorun files are closed. I’m glad that my developer’s environment auto saves every 10 minutes now.

I got lucky… I thought my appointment was at noon, but it was really at 11… I must’ve gotten my schedules mixed up somehow. Fortunately, they had a cancellation… good thing, too… because although it’s just across the way, rain is coming down in big, thick, heavy drops. Walking with a Crutch on one hand, and an umbrella in the other is no easy feat. It’s been coming down hard for a little while now… drainage is becoming an issue. The flowerboxes around my south and east windows are totally flooded, as is the side walkway and rear alley. I hope all of the lizards from yesterday are safely in the trees. Biggest problem about crossing the street was the gutters full of overrun. Puddles about ankle deep and three feet across at the narrows… and I’m not in a condition to go stomping or pole-vaulting over them.

According to – Weather conditions at N4HHP-1

Last report received 10 minutes 25 seconds ago

Wind from 138 degrees @ 5 MPH
Temp 82 Humidity 72% Rain last 24 hours 41.01 inches

41 inches in 24 hours! Gadzooks!

rainy day piccie

DESPERATELY SEEKING FREQUENT FLIER MILES

PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT – via daniela

as most of you know, i am a case manager for homeless folks with aids. yesterday, the mother of a client of mine passed away. her funeral is in philadelphia tomorrow. i have called every agency, every airline – the best they can offer me is a slightly reduced rate (still around $400). all san francisco agencies are tapped out. if ANYONE out there has frequent flier miles which they do not plan on using, and are willing to donate them to get a man home to bury his mother.. please contact me as soon as possible. reply to this message – i’ll keep my e-mail open.

please pass this message on in your own journals if you can. i have GOT to make this happen.

Please contact her via her journal, here.(added last minute as I polished off this entry)

Got my times mixed up for Doctor today… I swung by there at 10:45 for my 11am appointment, and it turns out it was at 1pm. MY physical therapy is at 1:30p, so I went downstairs to PT, and the woman there was enthusiastic about having me work right then, as she had a cancellation, and wanted to head out today by 2pm if she could (taking her daughter to the orthodontist). I didn’t do traction today, but the workout with heat and stim worked nicely.

It seems my original PT guy quit to go work in Brazil for a private individual. My mind stereotypes, and wonder if it’s a big crime leader or something.

Went to the doctor, and I’ve got to stay on physical therapy, and may end up going to get another epidural done. Two weeks and time will tell.

In the office a kid was playing with *MICRONAUTS* today… the time-traveler one. My gosh, they’re so small! Either they re-released them with different, smaller molds, or I really have gotten a lot bigger since I was 8. (The latter is more likely.) Only about 3 1/2 inches tall. On the way home I noticed the lizards are out in force… I had one hop on my crutch and ride across the street with me, a brown anole with a red throat and a really pretty speckled back in browns and yellows.. Many small ones were out and about, so I suspect a hatching season has kicked in. My rider was bigger, and pretty well fed…I made sure that he got off before entering the Newton-Zone, however.
Lizard!

A picture of a tombstone got me to thinking….

Discovered that the only email I seem to get from Bigfoot is spam, anyway. Let it bounce, I say.

bigger tombstone, actual scribble sizebetter looking shrunkenI feel that the resized version actually helps the tombstone out… smoothes it more comfortably, and kills the jaggies.

Reflecting on the little service tunnels in the Boynton Beach mall. when they were building it, my brother and I would run around in there, and I played lazer tag (that spelling always bugged me… it’s LASER! Acronym! Light Amplification by the Stimulated Emission of Radiation! Like SCUBA, or NASA) in them with my buddies at the time. The perfect place to run and hide was underneath the escalators being built… reminds me…when I was a child, I remember having nightmares about escalators. They were in department stores, so underneath them, bathed in the green light, lived the mannequins. Where else would they live when they weren’t wearing clothes? a whole nation of subterranean naked mannequins…maybe it’s just me, but it’s still sort of scary.

I just looked at the mall food directory… the Taco Viva (yikes… whose nephew did they get to do the homepage?) I first worked at is gone. Fun times in the giant freezer, with rubber gloves full of frozen “el scorcho” sauce, set up to look like a lopped off arm… the mop dipped in hot water, and then slapped against the roof, freezing it there. I wonder which place replaced it? I didn’t know that Taco Viva, like Burger King and Miami Subs got its start in South Florida… I wonder if it’s just a local phenomenon? Weird… the first Taco Viva that ever opened was launched exactly a year and a day before I was born. I still remember the horrible Clint Eastwood “Mirage” commercials of folks lost in the desert, only to find a Viva oasis… (MM! over salted, spicy food when you’ve been trapped in thirsty heat!) When the person said “MmmM! Great taco, it all evaporated, because “he didn’t say viva…” “When you say taco, say viva” was the tagline. This is what the viva looked like, to a degree. A 3-d drawing of the old place… very strange seeing it like that, something like 17 years later. Thing is, they have far better food than Taco Bell… fresher, better portions, and serve beer with the meal in the food court. When I gamed with the Colinas, it was a regular mall staple. (Though they eventually turned me on to the much cheaper bell )Now I wonder if there are any Perkins or Lums left. (After research, Perkins, big yes, Lums… mehbeh.)

Anyhow, running around the mall after hours, whooping loudly, and laughing with the big security guard guy… what was his name? PJ? Something like that. I can’t remember but he was a nice guy, though sort of creepy because he was 30ish and seemed immature to us 16-year-old guys. A giant empty mall is the best place to play lazer tag, ever. Especially if you have two teams of about six people each.

Parting Quote from Norville “Shaggy” Rogers –

Hey, lady! Like, I thought this was America? I don’t want to live in a country where four hippies and a talking dog can’t have the freedom to catch fake ghosts with the occasional help of Phyllis Diller or the Harlem Globetrotters! That’s my America! And while you may not agree with my opinion, you’re not gonna change it!

Last but surely not least…
HAPPY 2ND BIRTHDAY LITTLE LEXIE LUTHOR!

A little Fort Lauderdale history..

THE 1836 MASSACRE IN FORT LAUDERDALE
The Killing of the Cooley Family

PLUS:

Fort Lauderdale’s first industry: How to prepare coontie starch

“Cooley was reported to be growing coontie (arrowroot), and he had a mill to make it into starch, the manufacture of which appears to have been the area’s first industry. By 1835, coontie starch was bringing eight cents a pound in northern markets.”

The following text is exactly as it appears in the original:

FROM THE CHARLESTON COURIER

SKETCHES OF THE PENINSULA OF FLORIDA — By Dr. Strobel.

When about half way between New river and the Miami, our water suddenly shoaled, and we were under the necessity of getting out, and dragging our canoe over. This place is called by the people the Dividers, the water south of it running towards the Miami, whilst that on the north empties itself at New river. It appeared to be nothing more than a sand bank running from east to west

As we approached New river, the land upon our right consisted of the same sandy pine barren as I have already described. The Indian arrow root, called coonte, is found here is great quantities. We landed, and collected several roots, which were very large, weighing several pounds. This is the Indian’s principal bread stuff. It is met with in most of the pine barrens in this section of Florida, but it grows in such profusion in this neighborhood, that they come from considerable distances to procure it. Mr. Cooley (whose wife and children were so inhumanly murdered by the Indians a short time since) was engaged in the manufacture of this article, and had brought it to great perfection. The following is the manner of preparing it: A sufficient number of roots being collected, they are peeled, washed, and grated, in the same manner as potatoes, and thrown into large tubs of water. After remaining in soak for a certain length of time, the water is stirred and strained: by this process it is greed of the feculent matter. The coarser portion, thus separated, may be given to hogs, whilst the finer portion, which passes through the sieve, is allowed to settle. The farina, which is almost insoluble in cold water, subsides at the bottom. The water is drawn off, and the yellow portions which remain on the top are removed. The white arrow root, which from its specific gravity, is found at the bottom, is collected, and repeatedly heated with fresh water, until it becomes perfectly pure and white, of a granular, glistening, crystalline appearance. I am inclined to think that , when thus prepared, it is very nearly, if not quite equal, to the Bermuda arrow root, not only as a starch, but also as an article of diet. And here I may as well mention the circumstances attending the murder of Mr. Cooley’s family, as they are calculated to illustrate the treachery of the Indian character. He had resided among them for many years, spoke their language well, and treated them with uniform kindness and hospitality. Indeed, such was his friendship for them that he named his sons after two of their chiefs. Standing in this relations, and confiding in their profession of friendship, which had led him into a fatal security, he left his home for a few days, and returned to find it desolate. His wife and children had been murdered, and the smouldering ruins of his house lay before him. It is a remarkable fact, that the villains who did this deed had not the hardihood to scalp the poor wife and her three innocent children. Was it the recollection of former friendship that induced them thus to spare? Or were they conscious that their own savage colleagues would have blushed for the chivalry of those warriors who could find no work more becoming their tomahawks and scalping knives than the cruel butchery of women and children? The unfortunate schoolmaster shared a different fate; to him they owned no obligation of friendship: he was a man, and, as such, capable of resistance; his scalp was, therefore, torn from him, and borne off as a testimony of their cruel and savage triumph.

It should be borne in mind that, in their devastation of his other property, Mr. Cooley’s manufactory was spared. This, no doubt, will be serviceable to them hereafter, in preparing their food. I have no pretensions of being a military man, but it appears to me that it would be well to place a sufficient body of troops between Cape Sable and New river, to cut off the supplies of the Indians from that quarter, and to prevent them from escaping into the everglades, from whence they may readily pass to the Florida Keys. If they once cut down into the everglades, they will scatter like a covey of partridges, and each one will have to be hunted up separately, which will be an interminable task.

Towards night we came up with several Indian hunters, who were lying around their fire. We went ashore, with the determination of joining them. On our approach, a dog sprung out, and uttered a noise between a yell and a bark, which echoed and re-echoes through the woods. In an instant the Indians were on their feet; but a whoop from JOHN soon brought them down upon their haunches. We went up and seated ourselves around the fire

They at first seemed to take no notice of me, as they sat on the opposite side of the fire, their dusky faces partly obscured by the current of smoke. Occasionally they eyed me sulkily and by stealth. A few words, chiefly monosyllables, passed between them and JOHN, but they did not enter into any length conversation. A silence of some minutes having elapsed, which induced me to believe that I was not a welcome guest, I concluded that something must be done to conciliate. I therefore told John to inform them that I had something to eat, and some fire-water, and that we must be good friends. This information acted upon them like a charm. They began to snuff the air like a parcel of hungry dogs, become more sociable and conciliatory, brought out some fresh venison, which they placed over the coals to broil, having first run a stick through it. To keep my word, I produced my cold ham, and biscuit, and gave each (they were in number three) about a gill of gin; the instantaneous effect of which astonished and alarmed me. It was almost miraculous: from being silent and demure, they became talkative and forward. They insisted upon having more whiskey, and endeavored to possess themselves of the bottle by force, and I was obliged to conceal it. They were now unable to repress their flow of spirits, and began to sing, and dance, and to make the more horrid faces, thrusting their tongues out of their mouths, and rolling their eyes in every direction. As they reeled, and danced, and yelled around the fire, throwing themselves into the most ludicrous attitudes, they resembled a parcel of infernal spirits, or the furies. This sport they continued until perfectly exhausted, when, one by one, they sank upon the ground, and fell into a sleep. I place my buffalo skin on the opposite side of the fire, covered my head with a cloak, and slept soundly until morning. The Indians were up betimes; they rose from their lairs, shook themselves, kindled up the fire, and ate a scanty meal. Upon the subsidence of the effect of the liquor, all their former reserve seemed to have returned. Having collected some coonte, they placed it along with their venison in their canoe, paddled rapidly up the everglades, and were soon out of sight. It being now time for me to think of returning, John and myself took the opposite direction, and paddled back for Cape Florida, and, as we had nothing to delay us, arrived at the Cape about 3 o’clock in the afternoon: there, according to agreement, I found Mr. Dubose’s boat in waiting for me. So that I was enabled to reach the Light-house about six o’clock in the evening.

hmm… brother got a GPS from a shady character he knows for $20. (I really think that it’s $20 he should’ve saved for other things, but the gizmo is neat.)

I’m going to set it up for him… put some rechargeable batteries in there, set up some maps. looks like a fun toy to take on trips… maybe I can get him into geocaching. I think he’d enjoy that.

These are the ones that are local to us... maybe we can plan a little expedition for some weekend.

The general rule of thumb is, “take an item, leave an item, write in the logbook.” Some caches are themed, so make sure to read the description before going on a hunt.

this is the place I want to hit. a local park.

Off to work for now. See you later, Dear journal.

Class 5 free-floating vapor.. a real nasty one too…

why does this auction for hair dye have a picture of a lonesome waffle in winter?

wOoooooOOOOoooFriday 5 –

1. What size shoe do you wear? 15… Don’t call me yeti fer nothin’.

2. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 3, four if you count my Godzilla slippers

3. What type of shoes do you prefer? off, and in my closet. If I must, sandals. Hiking boots if doing anything challenging.

4. Describe your favorite pair of shoes. My brown birks. Worn to death, and I’ve cherished every step in ’em.

5. What’s the most you have ever spent on a pair of shoes? $250ish… Custom Shoes for giant-feet can be a pain when getting dressy stuff.

Random Scotto factoid… I like the old cartoon cliché of capturing mischievous ghosts with vacuum cleaners.

There’s more to Florida tourist traps other than Walt Disney World, Busch Gardens, and Sea World… there’s a boatload of lost and little known second-string tourist attractions. Man… I’m about thirty years too late for pirates world., right around the corner from me… along with Pioneer City.

The locations of the shootings yesterday in Montgomery County. Yikes.

On that note, I think it’s time for a refreshing shower, some nag champa, and a nice book…. Fuzzy Newt-nuzzles, and my sweetheart in my heart as I read to her.

Nighters, if I don’t see you beforehand, dear journal.

p.s. – New Semagic. – (thanks for the clue-in, annalytical!)

woke up this morn, no soreness at all, but a trifle groggy. that cleared up about five or ten minutes afterwards… but by the time I’d shaken the cobs free, it seems that last night’s dreams also departed, too. only fragment I remember was redesigning something… maybe making a toy or a model.. something with my hands.

Newtcam!
potato chip amphitheatre is mostly obscured by three brown columns… strange to see a crane hanging down into the image.. like a skyhook, attached to nothing. Not rainy today, yet.

How gullible are you? I got two questions wrong. (The Toilet one… and Chabungungamung Pond.)

I want to implement this on my homepage, in a guestbook. a more permanent guestmap.

I’m the thidmost southern member!