Olestra, the fake fat that, according to the warning label – “induces nausea, loose stool and anal leakage”
Olestra was developed by procter and gamble… what are that outfit’s top selling products?
Pepto Bismol
Charmin Toilet Paper
Attends Adult Diapers
See a connection?
My newest fun thing to do while waiting for data to compile –
http://images.google.com
Type in any word you want… I like stuff tha’ts sort of intangible like ‘love, hate, freedom’ and get a picture of it. (Not to mention a fast souce of clip are for all sorts of cartoons or otherimages)
The Green lantern oath in Norwegian… for example.
oh.. by the way…
– Det är en fågel!
– Det är ett flygplan!
– Det är… Stålmannen!!!
I was disappointed when MesoAmerican Saucermen didn’t come up. I guess I sewed up that timeline too tightly.
How did Lorne Green know that the new Alpo tasted better?
meat by-products, in a thick savory sauce. ew.
after I eat, isn’t the by-product poop? I’m made of meat.
for that matter –
Why do restaurants advertise having a “drive thru window” when they won’t let us drive through it?
What happens during a full moon when a werewolf has bitten another wolf?
Is it piracy music when you’re copying someone who samples other music?
Today’s bonus word of the day: coulrophobia: fear of clowns. This particular phobia seems to be pretty wide spread for some reason. The majority of the people I know dislike clowns, the level of distaste ranging from the merely “icky” to the very direct “if you come any closer, I’m gonna shove that joy buzzer right up your oversized clown trousers”.
http://phobialist.com/ there’s a lot of ’em.
Sunset today was lovely, a soft orange and pink deal, with very vivid clouds. If I’d had a digital cam, I’d have snapped a few dozen images.
I’m back… I walked to the beach, and spent some time contemplating life, the universe and everything.
My conclusions? Think in smaller bits.
Wrote another note to my sweetpea today… Now I’m debating mailing them off one at a time, or as one bundle. I’m leaning to two bundles, one mailed Thursday, so she is sure to get some, and the others to be mailed on Saturday, so she’ll get ’em as a treat when back. I’m thinking of firing off some chocolates, too. *note to self – only send mail via the post office… far more reliable. I love her… she’s not really far away… I have her with me… but I yearn for her to laugh with me anew, and to come home soon.
The beach was beautiful, solitary. I could hear my love’s laughter in the waves, and it made me smile. The music in my mind was and is a curious mix of B-52s, DMB, and Rusted Root.
I’m getting a bit off on my AOK script design. 999 wild horses running around isn’t funny, just chaotic. Can’t seem to make furious george aggressive enough… I’ll work on it more…but there are some neat ‘moat’ river ideas…
Off to catch up and see if I have any evil news for you all.
No call about the apartment. Ack, I’m a little disappointed, but not too unhappy about it yet.
It hasn’t sunk in completely yet. (I’m going to feel it especially hard tomorrow morning, though… our wake up chats, and gabbing through work is what gets me through the day. I miss her being online, but I’m thinking about her being on the road… I’m writing her a letter tonight after I finish my break.
Hooked up my brother’s machine with the Internet, and a few games, although he hasn’t got a sound card, so the fun factor is a lot lower than it might be. I’m going to see if I can find him a nice little sound blaster from the stockpile at work. He needed a few little other bits of hardware, a mouse, long phone cable, etc… Next time I head over there, I’ll get him an AIM account, and such… (he’s a slow typist, but the voice chat’ll be nice).
I left about 3ish, and got home… and promptly took a nice nap. (I only slept 4 hours last night.) I was rudely awakened by my landlord at 5pm… (I can’t blame him for that, who’s asleep at 5, usually?) Where he gave me nonsense about the front of my apartment. (I forgot to set out my trash last night, and his gf griped to him that my full can will be in front for another 3 days, before the following pickup. Oh, the humanity..[sarcasm].. Hey, I wasn’t the one baker acted for wielding a firearm in a homicidal/suicidal fun, and had to be baker acted for 3 days at the local pokey. I’ll welcome blowing this Pepsi stand.)
Since I was awake, I went to do my long overdue laundry… and dined alfresco at the next door Italian restaurant. They have a wickedly good eggplant parm sub, and they deliver. Somebody new to add to the menu! 🙂 (They also have a buffet table set up, I might hit that next laundry day…lots of tasty pizza, pasta, salad and desserts. The key lime pie looked really good, but I abstained (This time…) Anyhoo, I watched the sun go down, and I imagined holding hands with my sweetheart…that brought me a great peace. I returned to the ‘mat, just in time to move the clothes to the dryer. I had my palmtop with me, so I read my copy of leaves of grass. Dang, Ol’ Walt knew his stuff.
From under his serape, Clint drew two weapons that could only be described as Hawglegs. He seemed to grow larger, more vivid. He was a streetwise cop, a mountain-climbing assassin, and an American commando. He was a veteran Marine and a bare-knuckle boxer. He had taken a bullet for a president, come back from the dead and burned a town to the ground. He’d killed women and children. He’d killed just about every thing that walks or crawls.
“You’ve got to ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya punk?”
And Clint cut him down with a storm of bullets.
It was that simple.
Before the body could fade away, Clint caught it in the eye with a well-aimed squirt of tobacco juice. “A man’s got to know his limitations,” he said.
Right turn, Clyde.
Sun shined through my slatted shades, and from above. My eyes drew open and I could see down an infinite hallway. Newton was striding towards me, perspective gone all arbitrary.
“You have been meddling with the primal forces of Nature, and you will atone! Hey, Scotto! What movie is that from?”
His nostrils flared and his eyes glittered with feverish hilarity. Closer now.
I went to sleep late last night, but I set my alarm for 10:30
I had fallen asleep.
I may have dropped discipline, but my training was still on duty. Dreaming 101. Look at your hands.
I looked at my hands.
Just like Don Juan taught Castaneda. People usually don’t see their hands in dreams. Look at your hands and take control of the dream.
I slammed the door shut but knew it wouldn’t hold long.
I was on my feet, with a days growth of beard. Khaki pants, green and white striped shirt, and for shade’s sake, a USS Nautilus ball cap. The sun was a bright yellow beam of heat and light beaming into my room. I turned to Newton and said “So, what’s the plan, little buddy?”
He looked me dead in the eye and said nothing.
– Modern crash test dummies cost about $100,000 each, and every part of their construction is regulated by law. That’s a lot of effort and money – for an item (entity?) that exists only to be destroyed.
– In the past, crash tests and the like used corpses, animals, or even living people as experimental subjects. In some respects, the dummy is the proxy for the living being that should be killed or hurt – possibly for the guy who developed the modern dummy, a researcher who used himself as a subject for crash tests.
– tie-ins to Roswell and Nazi Germany, but the program’s still running.
Two possible artifacts:
– A dummy that’s survived test after test; it never seems to ‘die’. Now it acts as a protective artifact of sorts; drive with it your car, and you and the dummy will both escape unscathed. The cost, of course, is that the injuries don’t disappear; they’re just diverted to some other poor person.
– A dummy that’s a proxy for a person; injure that person, and you injure the dummy instead. But the dummy becomes self-aware by experiencing pain – and when it finally comes alive, it wants revenge…
I just saw William Shatner almost accidentally drive his spaceship into the sun, and somehow end up with webbed fingers. Yes, cable is now showing old Outer Limits episodes! Which tells me I should put some digital ink to digital paper, and spit out something. I wonder if I’ll bother with cable in my new place, or get one of those fun little $79 satillite dishes.
My mind is awhirl with potential today. Something great will happen, though I’m not sure what….
A new apartment? Showered with pixie dust? A new, better, amazing job? Some scintillating new insight regarding the woman I love?
Heck, I don’t know. I do know that this day is pregnant with possibility. I’m feeling good, very good about it.
I still think there should be noise in a vacuum. My vacuum makes noise.
cool things happening to me today, making up for the downsides…
downside- Latrav is not here today
upside – Cider is back!
downside – working late
upside – got tasty sammiches with pix!
downside – dale left early, and I had to play fixit
upside – a kind soul paid for a year of LJ! *THANK YOU*
downside – deal left early must do much work
upside – i control the radio! and I can chat with aim pals for a while!
I love those suffixes.
you can put them on anything.
Zoe-riffic!
Kell-licious!
Latraviatastic!
Newtacular is a good beta suffix.