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Worried about b-boy, and my sweetie… He was to go back to the doctor today… I hope he’s doing ok…my brother’s doing all right, except that his voice sounds a little froggy.

I got my yellow cake with chocolate icing! weirdly, psychically, mom made one, and split it between her young. it was pretty darn good… had a hint of orange zest in it.

Some interesting reading on Hurricane Andrew – 10yrs later I was working at the Boynton Beach Library, and our roof caved in… we had some advance warning, so the stacks were all covered with black plastic, and the pages would get books for people with flashlights in hand. a family of mice were found afterwards, and set free… a scorpion mommy with babies on her back drowned in a slippery plastic pool.

There were whole neighborhoods that were flattened… I am proud to say that many people pulled together to distribute care packages and help those that were left homeless. That’s the closest I’ve ever been to seeing a war zone. Boats, several blocks inland… houses stomped totally flat, the roof thrown into another neighborhood. It seems like a lifetime ago… I was at FAU, playing D&D with Brent and Steve, crushing on Jane, Pam and/or Charlotte at any given time. Those days are so far gone.

http://www.miami.com/images/miami/miami/3884/15088200988.jpg

What do you get when you cross a Chinese restaurant with an Indian tribe?

Lo Mien on the totem pole!

*Hides from thrown produce*

I wonder if that’s considered politically incorrect these days?

Aside from the recorder, I have half a mind to pick up the didgeridoo… but first things first.

Heh… now *that*’s a comic book cover, though I sorta dig the the coolest way to fight crime… with fish

Speaking of fish-smacks… I think the sturgeon are up to something.

Random Scotto flashback… 1980. My brother is 8 years old, and he’s making us scrambled eggs with cheese for Saturday breakfast. He’s totally proud of himself, and I think it’s pretty cool too. The eggs were really good, with a dash of pepper on top and with a side of buttered toast. I could go for those right now, honestly… even though the whole uric acid thing is grossitty-gross gross. My brother was a really sweet little kid. (Now, he’s a sweet big kid.)

It turns out that if you dress up your delivery staff in cheap Spiderman outfits, your sales will go through the roof. Love the guy with the glasses. I think the world needs more delivery-people and promoters dressed as superheroes…it’d be like living in Marvel Manhattan!

Newt’s been a morning slacker today… just sort of walking and flopping down to take scritchies. The good life.

9:30… time for the three S’s. Until Later, dear journal.

Surfing around LJ, and I see the same idea trends popping up again.

There are some people that assume that think “All men will cheat, given the chance”. Um, no. I believe that what may be true of some, or even most, is rarely true for all.

I am a man.

I’ve had some opportunities here and there, but I’ve never cheated, nor have I even wanted to. I find the idea to be wholly repugnant. The thought of breaking a trust to have some sex? That doesn’t fly.

That does not make me a homosexual, a coward, or weak.

It makes me loyal and true to myself, as well as her.

That’s all I have to say about that. /gump

In other news…

I want a computer like orlando jones in the time machine. (I just watched it the other night… I downloaded that and the unreleased fantastic four movie. I’d love to get my hands on the Dr Doom mask from that.)

I’m drawing “crop circles” in Newton’s fur with my finger… he seems to be enjoying it. He’s purring like a demented lawnmower, anyhow.

Breakfast this morning – Quaker oats instant Apples & Cinnamon oatmeal (3 packets)

Laughable word of the day –

fartlek (FART-lek) noun

A method of training, originally developed for runners, that involves intense activity interspersed with low effort. For example, sprinting and walking.

[From Swedish fart (speed) + lek (play).]

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.

Not into writing or reading LJ tonight…

Long story short…beautiful night outside… that “promise of rain” smell in the air, cool breezes. I’ve been sitting out front for the last couple of hours in my chair, just reading, and talking to Newt through the window…he seemed happy, as long as I was within view. Read more about the weird, wild west. It’s a nice ‘snippet’ book.. good to fill the space between other readings, and just enjoying the atmosphere outside.

before I go, two pictures from this morning.

fat ol' parrot
I saw a big, fat parrot sitting on a telephone wire… the camera didn’t get a good shot of him or his buddy, so I sketched him.
actual photo

on the bus was a girl with an unfolded McDonald’s french fry box… she was using it as a sort of mask… the side flaps looked like hammer-head eyes. She was having a grand old time, and made me laugh.
french fry girl

Now, it’s bedtime, and I’ll see you in the morning, dear journal.

G’nite.

Note to self – Newt will wake me first thing in the morning whether I want it or not. He’s a persistent little bugger…. I played with him while 3/4 asleep this morning, having him hunt my hand under the covers while I pretty much remained in a mostly-sleep state for about fifteen minutes until he decided that he wanted to be chased…. hopping down from the bed, and Mer-ing at the foot until I got up and staggered after him around the house. (he remained underfoot, and playful as I slowly woke, brushed my teeth, and got a drink from the kitchen.) As I type, he’s now on the floor, resting his chin on my right foot.

It's Wednesday. Man, July is a long month! It's almost over, though.

Had a nice night’s sleep, but didn’t get any extra… just about 7 hours. I don’t recall my dreams last night, but had a nice wake up Had a nice shower, and I’m ready for a new day.

ooooh… pretty, and nifty!

3-d flashmap of a lj person’s friends… mouse over, and you can see who they’re buddies with.

more coolio 3-d shockwave schtuff here.

Cluelessmailers.org has created The Spamdemic Map… documenting, as you might guess, the epidemic of spam. It shows who’s sending it and how. The point of the “cluelessmailers” name is that some of these companies clearly don’t even realize that they’re paying spammers and annoying potential customers.

I have to remember to call and confirm dinner plans with the mother and the brother. (Hmm… sounds like some kind of 70’s detective show… She’s a working single mom, trying to get by with a latchkey child…he’s a african-american disenfranchised street tough who’s got a heart of gold. together, they catch crooks and show that two different people can get along! Played by Susan Saint James, and JJ Walker.)

from provenance unknown –

“Remember when only celebrities and CEOs hired novelists to write their books?” the Washington Post asks. “Now the novelists are hiring novelists.”

Names like Tom Clancy and Robert Ludlum are more like brands than names of a particular artist, the Post reports. Tom Clancy the person “oversees a vast farm of fiction writers who crank out stories that he imagines,” we learn.

I suppose the reason it works in some cases but not others is that some “artists” don’t mind putting their own name on other people’s work. I can’t wait until some contemporary artist tries this with a painting or sculpture done by a student… it would make a great joke, I think. (One (totally unsophisticated and doubtless unoriginal) pet theory of mine is that the essence of contemporary art is that it’s all a joke.)

And just imagine the brouhaha this must be raising in literary criticism circles.

Ah well… as long as the books are good, I’m happy. I don’t care so much about the author’s name as much as I care about the quality of product. Heck, I know that a gang of people wrote stories for the Shadow, and Doc Savage, way back when…with a single pen name. Now, if the quality varies to a great degree, then I’ll raise my fist to the air, and curse the publishing gods. Maybe. Probably, I’ll just find a better set of writers and stories somewhere else.

newtcam!
I’m going to leave Newtcam on all day today… to spy on the boy while at work

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)