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Back home from work… network was extra bonus fubarred today, plus the profiles were all rewritten again. I hope that this is the last time… Poor Sappho came in early and was still harried by the general populace to “fixitfixitfixit”. I left her alone today, as I had plenty of work to do myself…. Island Boy’s work isn’t hard, but it’s certainly an addition to my current load. I’ll be happier once I can return to my own projects and concerns.

Going to make some english muffin pizzas for supper… easy and quick, plus, they’re tasty!

I hope everyone had a nice birthday / unbirthday / indigenous people’s day / Chinese discovery day / Leif Erickson Day / Columbus Day / Thanksgiving / Monday Mine was good, but busy. I barely tasted lunch, and I ate it at about 3:30. My Senses narrow when I’m focusing…a degree of tunnel vision.

Newt’s certainly delighted that I’m home! He’s all nuzzy and purry. 🙂

According to the GPS… When I’m at “casual touring” speed, I bike at ~8.5 mph. when I’m in boogie-crank mode, I go at ~14.4… not much different… but I go about 4x my walking speed on wheels.

Know what? I’m glad they’ve never made a “Beetlejuice II” movie, Though I quite like the movie and Spun off Cartoon.

Hmm… Found a fun little time-sucker called I Used To Believe.com. It’s a collection of all those childhood ideas we once thought were true. You can add your own. 🙂 Looks like a lot of kids had boogie men in the potty.

Random Scotto Factoid – Something I believed as a child… right around 4th grade or so. I formed a theory on how we die… we’re born with an exactly even balance of fortune… when the doctor smacks us into life. That’s a little bad luck to get us rolling… after that, good and bad stuff come in spurts, and we die when it’s exactly even again. I tried to figure out what some balances were…losing your last pocket change in a soda machine balances vs. finding $.50 on the ground… the trick would be to find $.51… then you’re ahead. The pendulum goes back and forth like that until the debt / credit balance is returned to zero. I no longer believe it, but still think it’s a pretty nifty idea.

A point of interest for my sweetheart…. A new study suggests people with naturally red hair need about 20 percent more anesthesia than patients with other hair colors.

Busy day at work… but nice. No distractions or annoying pests. I’d say I’m 3/4 done with the website…. just a matter of taking a couple of pictures with the digicam, and getting a little copy from sales.

This week is random employee vanishment week… Finn and Santie will be gone until Thursday, the island boy is taking off Friday through the following Wednesday. Sappho and Riker have postponed the Peace River trip until November, though, because the water’s risen recently. I’m still planning on taking Halloween and 11/1 off, just for the halibut.

My brother bawled out some of his friends big time, right before I got home for ditching him at 7-11. he called and left a message apologizing, in case I heard him. Sakes… he must’ve been outraged.

Dick Cheney has a scary face all the time. He needs to learn to smile for the cameras more often.

Dave showed me the Star Wars Gangsta Rap.

I’m sending positive and happy thoughts to my sweetheart tonight and tomorrow. (As always!) I got to talk to her for a while today… she’s being worked pretty hard too. I think that Wednesday will mark a comfort point for her, though, if she can squeak through tomorrow with a minimum of stress or annoyance.

Random Scotto factoid – I have a few free email addresses I never use, except to register my name in drawings or to fight Spam. If you want to send me a letter I may well never see, scotto@evildeadclowns.com is one of them. My yahoo addy is really the only one I check with any regularity.

Looking in my cupboard this morning… the day after getting groceries. There’s a secure feeling that comes over me, knowing that I won’t have to forage for a time. I’m very pleased at the almost comedy of wealth there.

I dreamt last night that I was told not to have any telephone communication with the dead. I got a notice on my bill for extended calls into the afterlife and that I was allowed only one hour a month to talk to the deceased. I couldn’t remember talking to any dead folks on the phone, but I paid the bill, uncontested… because I didn’t want to offend anyone dead that I’d forgotten about. I remember that he bill didn’t seem any more expensive than usual.

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-

Some users may be unable to access files and photos due to a hardware issue on the Groups site. We apologize for this inconvenience, and are working to resolve this issue as soon as possible.

Random Scotto factoid –

I’ve hung out with a professionally tossed dwarf. He was a nice guy, too, named Jeff… We took Psychology together in ’92, and were part of a group project on biofeedback. He had nothing against the practice when I knew him (I imagine he still doesn’t) and made a decent living (as well as free drinks at the rathskeller) while in school.

Only two states in the union have dwarf-tossing bans, now, Florida and New York.

It’s about 5 degrees F warmer than it is outside.. it’s raining, and a good time to have windows open.

okie!

Kitty food- check!
litter – check!
shampoo – check!
soap – check!
clean laundry – check!
Supplemental groceries – check!
Clean bathroom and kitchen – check!
take out the trash, sweep stoop – check!

Mail off goodies – Monday!
Washington Mutual – Eventually!
Web page – Eventually!

Survive in this fan-only environment – so far, so good. positive mental outlook is key. Along with minimal clothes and lots of ice water for me and Newtie. (it’s not like we’re in the desert or anything, just 15 degrees warmer than preferred. 86F outside, feels like 95.

Shower – Coming up now. Better way to stay cool!

Random Scotto Factoid – I will answer the door in my boxers (as long as I’ve got suitable coverage on my man-thing) but will find more coverage if I’ve got jockeys on.

later, dear journal!

I need to be on the northbound tri-rail by 2:16.

Hm…after putting the in , we got another 10 or so members. I’m still delighted that it grew to well over 750 members by word of mouth.

Reflecting on the new Peter Gabriel album… Even though he doesn’t seem to be shooting for the high notes, he’s got the different voices going again from his more old school stuff. Much more sinister sounding, and it goes with his Anton LaVey look pretty darn well.

Random Scotto factoid – In the 80s, I found Mary Gross far more attractive than Rebecca De Mornay. I still hold that belief. Until this very moment, I didn’t know that she was the Sister to Michael Gross.

Weekend Musts –

Spend some quality time with m’loves… Sweetheart and Newtles.

Get goodies to Sweetie, Rob, and Moira.

Enjoy the weekend

Finish Homepage (make it all match new layout, anyhow.)

Obtain –

  • Kitty Litter
  • Newt-food
  • Shampoo
  • Soap
  • Washington Mutual info
  • clean laundry
  • supplemental groceries

The brain is a symbiotic parasite – but some (much maligned) individuals have found a way to break free of it’s tyrannical influence!

Why is it that some creatures get along perfectly fine without brains and some don’t? And also, why is it that the brain always has that oh-so-convenient protective shell of bone for every animal that has it? And why is it that the sensory organs are always mounted in such a way that the point of view is from the brain’s perspective?

Well try this idea on for size: Maybe the brain is actually a symbiotic parasite, possibly even extraterrestrial in origin!
There was a time when all the native life forms of earth were all without brains, then all of a sudden creatures with brains started popping up. Usually it was the creatures with the robust bodies that got brains, so perhaps the reason this occurred was because the brains had weak, probably invertebrate bodies and wanted to trade up.

As I mentioned, it was a symbiotic relationship, because brains have a superior ability to process sensory input and store useful information for later. At first it would have been fairly crude, with the brains making connections with the soft tissue and nervous systems of creatures they worked with.

Eventually, somewhere down the track, brains developed the ability to drastically alter the physiology of the creatures they worked with, so that they could ride in rather than on their partner creatures.
This works with the extraterrestrial origin theory, as brains could in fact be aliens with biotechnology far superior to our own…so while we are busy building cars and helicopters and spaceships to ride about in, the brains just saw about adapting what nature had created for their own use.

Eventually it got to the point where many creatures were born with a brain inside them as a functioning vital organ, which was much more efficient than each brain attaching itself to a host. In fact, by now the symbiotic relationship is so strong that those creatures who are born with brains can no longer function without them, due to control of vital homeostasis processes. This was probably intentional, as the brains early on would have ensured ‘loyalty’ by threatening a host with extreme pain or even death through heart palpitations.

Of course, this isn’t a hard and fast rule. Remember zombies?

They’ve got no brains, and what are they always trying to eat? That’s right – Brains!

Zombies are arguably the best representation of humanity’s natural state in modern times. Somehow or other they have managed to break the cycle of bondage to our brains that we are all born with, and they’re pissed off and out for revenge!

So if you see a zombie, feel free to gladly let him or her eat your brains, because they’re actually doing you a great favor.

See also the Zombie Nutritionist.

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:

A scene from The Leopard Man

Chill beneath a cadaverously gray autumn sky, the tiny New Mexico town. That slate moment in the seasons when everything begins to grow dark. The epileptic scratching of fallen leaves hurled along sidewalks. Mad sounds from the hills. Cold. And something else:

A leopard, escaped, is loose in the town. Chill beneath a crawling terror of spotted death in the night, the tiny New Mexico town. That thick red moment in the fears of small people when everything explodes in the black flow of blood. A deep-throated growl from a filthy alley. Cold.

A mother, preoccupied with her cooking, tells her small daughter to go down the street to the market, get a sack of flour to make bread for the father, coming home from work soon. The child shows a moment of fear… the animal they haven’t found yet…

The mother insists, it’s only a few blocks and across the bridge to the market. Put on a shawl and go and get the flour, your father will be home soon. The child goes. Hurrying back up the street, the small sack held close to her, the street empty and filling with darkness, ink presses down the sky, the child looks around, and hurries. A cough in the blackness behind her. A cough, deep in a throat that never formed human sounds.

The child’s eyes widen in panic. She begins to hurry. Her footsteps quicken. The sound of padding behind her. Feet begin to run. Focus on darkness and the sound of rapid movement. The child. The rushing.

The wooden door of the house. The door is locked. The child pinned against the night, with the furred sound of agony rushing toward her on the wind.

Inside, the mother, still kitchened, waiting. The sound of the child outside, panic and bubbles of hysteria in the voice, Mommy open the door the leopard is after me!

The mother’s face assumes the ages-old expression of harassed parenthood. Hands on hips, she turns to the door, you’re always lying, telling fibs, making up stories, how many times have I told you lying will —

Mommy! Open the door!

You’ll stay out there until you learn to stop lying!

Mommy! Mom–

Something gigantic hits the door with a crash. The door bows inward, and a fine spray of flour sifts between the cracks into the room. The mother’s eyes grow huge, she stares at the door. A thick black stream, moving very slowly, seeps under the door.

Annnd.. Scene.
kiki and the leopard

The movie is great. Has one of the best “Trapped in a graveyard” sequences I’ve ever viewed.

spoiler.

prologue, or why fonts are fun.

SO DON’T BELIEVE ME! I don’t care. They exist! (They do!)

And they wait! (Oh yes!) They wait! In the dark. To suck the marrow from your bones. To scoop the soft tasty parts from your skull (for dessert!)

Creatures of mist and memory

The nightmare people.

And… they’re coming, brother! they’re coming…

…for you!

And only one man can stop them…

Scottobear!

Strange visitor from beyond humanity, once confined to a forgotten sacred cave by a den of mutated turkey vultures — Mr. Scott O’Bear, heir to the mysteries of the unknown, miraculously escaped his ordeal unscathed! Purified by the experience, he exacted swift vengeance on his ghastly tormentors as Scottobear!! Since then he has wandered the earth, searching out other such abominations… and destroying them!!!

Probably not to be continued….