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6837 Saturday’s walkabout and etc.

Well, I made it to the cemetery, but the office is in the midst of moving the system over to computer, so I didn’t get to drink my Arnold palmer six feet above the carcass of a famous TV dwarf. I was told to call back in a week or two, when the system is fully on-line.

I hopped back on the 40 bus, went to the Swap Shop, bought a pile of tasty veggies at the grocer-realm out front, and caught the 2pm show of the circus. I’m pleased that they don’t have that many animal acts… 99% human acts, save for the elephants. I don’t know why the caution sign mentioned horses, tigers, lions or loud explosions. Also, isn’t that caution sign considered notice?

Note almost invisible scary zombie kid at the bottom, peering at me.

Some other pictures from my trip – This entry is about signage

Signs, signs, everyhere signs.

6818 – Bro update, and etcetera

Bro’s scheduled for 1:30 on Thursday. I imagine that unless something comes up that he’ll get two years probation. if he stays out of trouble, I imagine that would even be cut down a bit. The last few times I’ve spoken with him, he seemed to be fairly clear of mind and in good spirits.


Pierced new guy seems to be ok… has a quirky sense of humor, and seems to get it when I crack a joke about the Knights Templar. Unpunctured one seems less likely to make it as a tech. He reminds me a lot of bad-luck Schleprock.


So many changes on the company website… it boggles the mind how big it has grown. Hundreds and hundreds of pages… something for all 50 states, news reports, bios, etc. A real learning curve, but it’s definitely worth it. I wish that I could devote more time to the site, but so many other elements sneak up on me…. maybe when more new folks are trained, and I get the telephony server happy.


Why didn’t Daredevil ever have a seeing-eye dog super-sidekick?


Koko the Gorilla uses sign language to request dental work Continue reading 6818 – Bro update, and etcetera

6792 – Offer not good after curfew in sectors R or Q.

Snickers with almonds is very tasty when frozen, but I preferred the chilled tangerine I also had for breakfast. Tasty morsels. I don’t use the word morsel often enough. Or Scrumdiddlyumptious. Ok, ok…I lied, dear journal…. I say scrumdiddlyumptious at least once or twice a month. Though, to make up for the “morsel” imbalance, I also hardly ever say “Oh, snap”.


The soft, spicy odor of incense, wafting in from the corridor between my bedroom and bath brings me calm on hectic days. It’s getting easier for me to realize when I’m tense lately, and once I know that I’m stressed, I can channel that attitude out to make way for more productive behavior.

When I decide to veg out…I usually sit Indian-style or other comfortable position, usually with Newt nearby. I let all the random jetsam spinning around in my mind slowly settle onto the floor of my mind for proper storage or disposal. Sometimes whole books hit the ground when the mental wind slows down, but usually it’s closer to fortune-cookie slips of paper and multi-colored index cards with quickly scrawled information on it, including “continued on card number XXX” written on the bottom. Sometimes the connected card is nearby or someplace that I can retrieve it quickly, other times, it’s probably in one of the piles off in one of the corners.

I picture my mental room as octagonal-shaped, having hardwood floors and highlights, a network of bookshelf-columns radiating out from the center, and glass walls leading up to a covered dome with a skylight on top. Secret Memories of an ancestor that was into trepanation? I don’t see any self-surgery in my future. The amount of light inside reflects my mindset, with thick drapes that could blot out an atomic blast when darkness is absolutely needed.

There are monkeys, too. Or Ghosts. Maybe Monkey Ghosts. That’s it. Probably genetically enhanced… or with some sort of mystic talisman thingie.


Storywise, sometimes I don’t see myself as a main character. It’s easy to fall in the role of support, or walk-on… no limelight, but more like Wilson on Home Improvement, though, if I was to stretch the example, I suppose that I could grab the Al role here and there. I try to be helpful and am mostly soft spoken, a little too off the beaten path to be a primary focus. I suspect that’d change if I was under the same roof with my sweetheart, rather than having us end up being the wacky neighbors.

Then again, there was the Grizzly Adams TV show. Random trivia… Ben the bear was named for Ben Franklin.


Whims got me itchin’ for doughnuts…she makes hers with prepackaged dough… I didn’t have any, but I found this little recipe.. and the bread maker!

Bread Machine Doughnuts

Haven’t heard from my brother in a few days.. I’m getting a little worried about him. I really don’t like when he doesn’t have an accessible telephone. I’ve already put in an hour of code this morn… Tracy is really putting me to good use.

I need to call workman’s comp and find out about my foot brace and MRI. They’ve had more than ample time to contact me. They’ve got until noon to put things right.

Great that you can type keyword into Google news and get stories directly. “Electrocuted monkey” returns –

Monkey say Ook Ack

“About 40 monkeys went on the rampage in a western Bangladeshi village after one of their young was accidentally electrocuted.

The large monkeys, known as hanumans in Bangladesh, were eating nuts given by the residents of the remote Keshabpur village in Jessore district on Saturday, but ran off when a stone was thrown at them, the Bengali-language Sangbad Daily said, quoting residents.

A baby monkey was electrocuted after being caught in a live wire as they fled, sparking the animals to use sticks to attack several homes and shops in the village, the newspaper said.

They later left, taking the baby monkey’s body.”

One-way Bullet Resistant Glass

Goofing around and made a new Icon… We’ll see how long I keep it. I had a lot of trouble resting last night. I couldn’t think straight and was generally anxious. I wish that I had been able to focus rather than just sit and stress. Ah well, today is a new day, and hopefully a better vibe will come.

Talked to Danny last night, and he didn’t get me the Playboy, so I called the magazine up today, and they cancelled the subscription. Apparently it was an unpaid one and they don’t keep phone numbers on file, so if the person made a mistake in writing out the address they’re out of luck. I wonder if it was some sort of prank? If so, a free issue of playboy is a pretty good one! Apparently, they were going to bill the person here.

The Thorns is a new group comprised of Pete Droge, Shawn Mullins, and Matthew Sweet. They’re making music with a focus on vocal harmony that brings back memories of Crosby, Stills, and Nash (some say The Beach Boys, but I don’t feel the “surf vibe”.) Give their song No Blue Sky a listen – it’s one of my current favorites. (the lyrics) You can read this article if you want to know more about the band.

For folks that are too lazy to make hot dogs octopi-style on your own. I first learned about Octodogs in the Tick comic. Be sure and read “So How does it work?” $16.95? (or $23 with S&H) Simpler to cut the bottom twice, and poke eyes with a toothpick.

A wonderful Retrocrush look at King Kong, and his 60th birthday.

I still can’t believe how much trouble it is finding a DVD version. I’d love to get that as a present for myself. (or put it on my wish list.) Something in copyright allows for UK, but not USA?

Random Scotto factoid – I’ve never had a black eye, but have probably received a couple dozen bloody noses. (it’s never been broken)

Great King Kong site

The Illustrated Catalog of ACME products. Compiler, I salute you!

Windows 2000 Service Pack 4 is out, and it fixes a ton of bugs Imagine that.

Danny just called, and we’re going to have an impromptu lunch together. …Until later, dear journal.

Newtie helps with my insomnia.

a year ago – settling in, south beach remote cam, Newt-lassie comparisons, power puff/marley

two years ago – Rookie Bodine, good thoughts, crash test dummy plot seeds, redolent, the power of cheese, Ornj goes camping

three years ago– shotgun

Monkey brain probe The Monkey brain edibility probe is now on the market, disguised as a ‘healing massage device’. don’t believe it.

The Jiffy-pop Apes are simply using your desire for comfortable scalps to thier own advantage. Don’t succumb! Next thing you know, you’ll be showing your nipples to complete strangers. Settle on boobypops instead.

Just you wait, you’ll see… but then it’ll be far too late for me to help you.

Maybe it’s time to call in the anti-primate revenge squad… sadly, humans are primates too. I wonder if the kittens in capes can possibly make things right?

ROAD-SONG OF THE BANDAR-LOG –Rudyard Kipling

HERE we go in a flung festoon,
Half-way up to the jealous moon!
Don’t you envy our pranceful bands?
Don’t you wish you had extra hands?
Wouldn’t you like if your tails were—so
Curved in the shape of a Cupid’s bow?

Now you’re angry, but—never mind,
Brother, thy tail hangs down behind!

Here we sit in a branchy row,
Thinking of beautiful things we know;
Dreaming of deeds that we mean to do,
All complete, in a minute or two—
Something noble and grand and good,
Won by merely wishing we could.

Now we’re going to—never mind,
Brother, thy tail hangs down behind!

All the talk we ever have heard
Uttered by bat or beast or bird
Hide or fin or scale or feather
Jabber it quickly and all together!
Excellent! Wonderful! Once again!
Now we are talking just like men.

Let’s pretend we are . . . Never mind!
Brother, thy tail hangs down behind!
This is the way of the Monkey-kind!

Then join our leaping lines that scumfish through the pines,
That rocket by where, light and high, the wild-grape swings.
By the rubbish in our wake, and the noble noise we make,
Be sure—be sure, we’re going to do some splendid things!

I’ve not gone out for Halloween in 2 years.

Last year, I had a terrible yucka-cold.

the year before, I had Newton, who was only 3ish weeks old, and needed constant supervision. (feeding every few hours, and keeping him warm and loved… I was by his side 24/7 in those days.

This year… I think I can pull it off. I have no idea what to dress as, though. the last year I dressed up, I went out with a crew, as the scarecrow (albeit overstuffed) from the wizard of oz. Nicole as the witch, Heather as Dorothy… we took kids trick or treating, then went to see a free concert of Lenny Kravitz and a few other really great performers… I’d like to take Stephen & Elisabeth out for T&T this year, or Kev’s nephew and nieces.

Mallah & BrainThings I’ve been –

Scarecrow
The Ape from the Murders in the Rue Morgue
A Grand Inquisitor
Concept Design – The Hunt (head of a stag, huntsmans uniform)
The Green Man
Ghost
Pirate (eyepatch, yes! hookhand or pegleg, no!)
Little John (as part of a Robin Hood Theme)
Psychadelic Man (The *last* Time you’ll see me in an orange unitard with tie dyed cape and boxer shorts over the front)
Flaming Carrot (superhero with a carrot head the top of which which burned a jet of flame, wore swim fins and traveled by a nuclear powered super-pogo)
Monsuir Mallah & The Brain. (monkey suit for me, with bandolier and red beret… I pushed a tanked brain in a baby carriage)

word of the day,-wiseacre but first, a totally unrelated panel.

The real reason why teenage boys like comic books.

http://myfreedomforce.com/index_ff1.html = the next game I buy. I’m a dork. so sue me.

Planet of the Apes actually contains the line, “Can’t we all just get along?” (at least the preivew does) So even if you like the other 89 and a half minutes of it, you’re going to remember the movie as retarded.

now, for the word of the day –

wiseacre (WIZ-ay-kuhr) noun

One who obnoxiously pretends to be wise; smart-aleck; wise-guy.

[From Middle Dutch wijsseggher, soothsayer, translation of Middle High German wissage, from Old High German wissago, wise person, altered by folk etymology.]

In the Days of the Caveman – Crash test dummies

When you go on camping trips you’re stuck right out in nature
Foraging the forests like a primate, using sharpened tools instead of hotplates

Your thumb and forefinger supposed to show you’re not a wild beast
You can hear their noises at the night time, they don’t have to keep a certain bedtime

See in the shapes of my body leftover parts from the apes and monkeys

Sometimes when I lie awake I hear the rainfall on my tent fly
I think of all the insects that are sleeping and wonder if the animals are dreaming

See in the shapes of my body leftover parts from the apes and monkeys
In the days of the caveman and mammoths and glaciers
Bugs and trees were your food then, no pyjamas or doctors

And when I finally get to sleep, I dream in technicolors
I see creatures come back from the Ice Age, alive and being fed inside a zoo cage

See in the shapes of my body leftover parts from the apes and monkeys

In the days of the caveman and mammoths and glaciers
Bugs and trees were your food then, no pyjamas or doctors
In the days of the caveman and mammoths and glaciers
Bugs and trees were your food then, no pyjamas or doctors