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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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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

I call the cat Tiny, because he’s my Newt.

I slept really poorly last night, despite hitting the sack early. (or is it because?) I’m feeling very “heavy in the face”… puffy, I guess? I was quite groggy for about 10 minutes after getting up, and really didn’t get wakeful until after my shower.

Harrison Ford finger-pointy gallery.

A parody on the ending of every 80s movie ever made. 6 min.

via ben peek-
funeral procession

it looks like there is a ghostly procession of mourners, forever showing their devotion. (Mark Twain in the box)

“CASTRILLO DE MURCIA, Spain – A man dressed as the devil leaped over babies lying on mattresses on Sunday as the small Spanish town of Castrillo de Murcia held its traditional Corpus Christi celebrations.

While many people across Spain celebrate the Catholic festival with processions and mystery plays, this northern Spanish town has for centuries chosen to protect its young from evil spirits with this unusual ritual.

Dressed in a red and yellow costume, the man representing the devil was pursued around the town by a Catholic priest — leaping over the babies in his flight while the anxious parents stood nearby.

In all, he vaulted over around 20 mattresses each holding four or five babies.

It is believed that the devil, known as El Colacho, draws all the evil from the children and leaves them cleansed. Parents bring their children from all across the northern region of Burgos to participate in the ritual.”

Sausage Sculpture

They show close ups of the sausage people at the site. The Hot Dog shark reminds me of Turbo and Drunko, twin brother robots who fight alongside the bikini eating bees.

via seebelow – Steve Ditko’s Objectivist Comic Books

And like a real life Howard Roark from Rand’s The Fountainhead; who chose to work in a quarry rather than compromise his vision, Ditko simply walked away from Marvel.

So, um, does that mean Stan Lee is Peter Keating?

a year ago – walkies, 1800autopsy, poddish feelings, Captain Kirk’s chair auctioned, peg legs, signed lease.

two years ago – Noticing Newt’s getting to be so big (remember, I have a size 15 foot), got an email from Robin Tunkel, Evil News, horrible dream, Santie “quits” FMM, top 100 banned/challenged books of 1990-2000, why read poll, my free pc didn’t work out,

If Zombies walked the earth, I’d wear a helmet.

Erica came by tonight with Bailey, so that he and Dexter could run around and play, while she caught us up on what’s new in her life… work/school/dance pretty much. She mentioned that she’s looking for an after-hours job…I don’t know how she can handle that sort of workload… you’d think that she’d like four free hours a week to rest and recover. I suspect that she’s tight for money right now, though.

Picture of Dexter And Bailey tonight, after hours

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.

Still awake… couldn’t sleep…restless. So I’ve tried a hot bath. After I dry more, I’ll hit the sack again.

Something weird about feeling the bathtub drain, and having gravity return to full.

It’s very comforting to have Newt follow me from bedroom to bath, with nary a complaint. He hangs out while I talk to him about the day’s events, or make up little stories for him, as he bats at my fingertips or mouth.

Brown is Green. A dung-fueled power station in the UK has won an environmental award from the Euro Solar educational charity. The £7M plant produces power for the national grid, and is capable of generating 1.4 megawatts of power at full tilt. Located in Devon, it runs on approximately 1.6 million tons of waste produced by local farmers. Apparently, this trend is pretty big in Germany and Denmark: both countries already have about 20 large-scale poo-poo-powered plants.

The First Viennese Vegetable Orchestra uses vegetable-based instruments to perform classical compositions (listen). Where necessary, additional kitchen utensils such as knives or mixers are employed.

Ok. Dry now. Night night.

I dreamt that I fought off two dogs chasing me on my bike to work. I did this by getting off of my bike, and using it lion-tamer style to keep them at bay while I tied ropes around them. I have no idea where the ropes came from.

From Matrix-

So a gasoline tanker falls off an elevated ramp in Miami and lands by the women’s jail, bursting into very big flames, but the weirder part is that firefighters have to dodge bullets while they fight the fire because it engulfed a bunch of jail guards’ cars that contained ammunition. Eeek.

Straight dope about Asian BO (or lack thereof) and Spicy food making you sweat.

I just did some maintenance… deleted about 40 members who had removed their journals, and unlinked two communities. A lot of lj folk really don’t get basic etiquette…communities shouldn’t recruit members without asking them. I’ve been “joined” to a few communities over time, and the hut’s been hit by about maybe a dozen… most not even remotely related to the topic at hand. People linking to you is one thing, but communities making it look like you’ve joined them is another thing entirely.

In naughty-ish news…

Fresh from the Cruel Site of the Day, this link to the PBS website.

Scary/Wacky marine flatworm sex footage.
Cut for people with some sensibility

In answer to mskaren911‘s trivia challenge – from A Brief History of Wedding Traditions

Saving the Top Tier
The tradition is to save the top tier of your cake to eat on your first anniversary. This custom dates back to olden days in England when all wedding cakes were fruitcakes and the cake was saved for the christening of the couple’s first child. Clearly, a butter-based cake is not intended to last in a home freezer for a year. I don’t recommend it but if you’re determined to save your cake, here’s how to do it. Freeze the cake until solid, wrap in a couple layers of plastic wrap then a couple layers of heavy-duty foil. Put in the back of your freezer or a deep freeze and hope for no power failures. And don’t expect much on your first anniversary (at least when it comes to the year old cake).

I like the Bridesmaids legend, myself… Not only do they wear ugly (in comparison to the bride) outfits, but they’re demon bait!

Fruitcake for wedding cake? Bleh. I wonder how my sweetie feels about ice-cream cake? 🙂

info about my host problem-

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Today’s my brother’s birthday. Another year seeps in like a fairy fart under a cellar door. He’s thirty. Hard to believe, really…I still think of him as the tow-haired six year old kid who liked to go fishing off the pier. I wonder how he’d like to celebrate? I’ll give him my best wishes tonight, and take him out this weekend for supper and gifties. I’ve already burned him a few Type O Negative, Megadeath, and White Stripes CD’s.

Misc fun linkies and info I’ve obtained via the mail yesterday… they build up when I don’t read for a day.

It appears that electromagnetism and gravity may influence each other. This would be pretty incredible if it is verified.

Dialtones is a large-scale concert performance whose sounds are wholly produced through the carefully choreographed dialing and ringing of the audience’s own mobile phones.

Addictive headline generator. It looks like this thing polls for new headlines and randomly cuts them up Burroughs style.

The Forbes Fictional Fifteen Oooh…it must PO Lex Luthor that Bruce Wayne is worth so much more.

Random Tour guide store about underground Seattle:

Mst3k really lost a lot of oomph when Dr Forrester was totally replaced by Pearl…Just not the same vibe.

Hmm.. there’s an iPod for windows, now. Still a little expensive for a super-walkman, though… three to five bills, depending on storage. That tells me that a variant will appear in about a year for half that or less.

Now… Hubzilla, on the other hand is cute and affordable. 🙂 However, I think I could get a regular hub and gut a ‘zilla toy here for about 1/3 the price, if I wanted to go for cheap.

This made my morning. A Tribute to Ray Harryhausen. Mixed Media makes me smile. Is it wrong for me to be proud that I have a few of the introductory characters in my collection?

Nifty progress in Cancer research.

I’m looking forward to a restful, comfy weekend. This week has been a bit of a grind. I’ve put in for having a long Halloween break, too. The 31st, and 11/1 off.

Hey! Someone made a Newton Screensaver. That’s not my Buddy, though it is an orange tabby.