Tag Archives: scottopedia

6905 – undifferentiated tissue process (ts-77ix)

Today is my bro’s 32nd birthday. I’ll be getting together with him after work tonight for supper and presents. No giving him cash or easily swapped out items this year… I’m going to help him fix up his truck so he can make some money doing post-hurricane cleanup around the tri-county area. Help him to help himself.


Samples of the courtyard before and after Jeanne came through. Who knew so many leaves were left after the first two ‘canes? All the old leaves were just raked out, too. Ah well!

2 small piccies

6904 – Some pictures and Misc.

Well, aside from a few power spikes that caused a reboot or seventeen, I seem to have come through the front end of the storm just fine. It’s mighty moist outside, but wind has settled way down.

Here’s some pictures of the empty streets around the Elbo Room yesterday (as opposed to the first day of the Hurricane season, which featured fembots.)

3 images of Las Olas and A1A / Ghost Town, pre-storm

6901 – Flash can really optimize gifs!

I’m not too worried about Hurricane Jeanne… but I am concerned about Jewish folks (Florida has something like 600k of ’em) not listening to TV or radio, and might not be as up to date on the weather as they should be. Jewish law says you put Jewish requirements aside if there is any danger. I also worry about Pensacola. So much debris is very dangerous…and folks are still trying to recover from the last hubbub.

On a lighter note, I’m amused by so many people referring to Jeanne’s loopy path as a “Dipsy-doodle”.

recent status, rendered in phony-scotto doppler.

6897 -Thursday. K-lunch today.

Random doodle of me plucking the eye stalk out of some alien’s head. (Old Dream, about a year ago)

http://scottobear.com/lj/archives/100603/dream100603.gif

Speaking of Archives –

1 year ago – monkey-pops/injustice, free movies, more on Ohio case, Nosy coworkers, lovely chat

2 years ago – Peace Corps dream, Conan O’Brien smells bad, palm doodles,

3 years ago – fisher King, Flag treatment, cyborg roaches, bring back art nouveau.


I’ve got the urge to do some silly video-editing/movie making. Maybe next walkabout, I’ll get some good footage to fool with.


Another view of the soul – Egyptian

The ancient Egyptians named at least four components of the soul: the ka was the vital life force, and dwelt within the corpse after death; the ba was the soul proper, and the part that actually went on to the underworld; the khu represented spiritual intelligence, and the ren was one’s name. Two other concepts may have been related to the soul: the sekhem, an embodiment of one’s power, and the khaibit, one’s shadow. It’s definitely the ka that would animate an undead mummy, but khaibit seems like a prime candidate for manipulation by evil necromancy.


Farting dog plots world domination

Walter, the Farting Dog, has become a worldwide corporate pet.

Continue reading 6897 -Thursday. K-lunch today.

6892 – TV & slavery…

Hmm.. the new semagic client includes photo builder support. not quite out of beta yet.


Random Scotto Factoid – I love old Detective shows, especially The Rockford Files and Columbo. I’m also a fan of the Prisoner TV series.

Patrick McGoohan has been in more than a couple of Columbo episodes. What’s more, he wrote, produced and directed a bunch, too. He was excellent in all of them. He almost always plays the same sort of person he was in the Prisoner / Danger Man series… too clever to a fault, but since he was the villain of every episode, of course, he got what was coming to him. I’m really happy that it’s being released on DVD, and even more delighted that episodes pop up on cable so often that owning the set is not required to watch it once or twice a week regularly.

All of the McGoohan Eps – (Some are TV movies, made after the series proper stopped.)

  • Murder with Too Many Notes (2000)
  • Ashes to Ashes (1998)
  • Agenda for Murder (1990)
  • Last Salute to the Commodore (1976)
  • Identity Crisis (1975)
  • By Dawn’s Early Light (1974)

Funny, I think he’s the most frequent villain actor on the show. I like the fact that Columbo has a basset, too.

Random Peter Falk factoid – His right eye was surgically removed at the age of three, because of cancer. Once when he was playing in a Little League game, the umpire called him out. Falk thought that he was safe. He pulled his glass eye out of its socket and handed it to the umpire, telling him, “Here, I think you might need this.”


New discworld book at the end of this month – Going Postal. I figure it’ll be in paperback inside of six months.


When you talk to a mirror, you’re not always talking to yourself.


Modern-day slavery

Brazil abolished slavery in 1888. Earlier this year, however, the government acknowledged to the United Nations that at least 25,000 Brazilians work under ”conditions analogous to slavery.” The top anti-slavery official in Brasilia, the capital, puts the number of modern slaves at 50,000.

Continue reading 6892 – TV & slavery…

6892 – TV & slavery…

Hmm.. the new semagic client includes photo builder support. not quite out of beta yet.


Random Scotto Factoid – I love old Detective shows, especially The Rockford Files and Columbo. I’m also a fan of the Prisoner TV series.

Patrick McGoohan has been in more than a couple of Columbo episodes. What’s more, he wrote, produced and directed a bunch, too. He was excellent in all of them. He almost always plays the same sort of person he was in the Prisoner / Danger Man series… too clever to a fault, but since he was the villain of every episode, of course, he got what was coming to him. I’m really happy that it’s being released on DVD, and even more delighted that episodes pop up on cable so often that owning the set is not required to watch it once or twice a week regularly.

All of the McGoohan Eps – (Some are TV movies, made after the series proper stopped.)

  • Murder with Too Many Notes (2000)
  • Ashes to Ashes (1998)
  • Agenda for Murder (1990)
  • Last Salute to the Commodore (1976)
  • Identity Crisis (1975)
  • By Dawn’s Early Light (1974)

Funny, I think he’s the most frequent villain actor on the show. I like the fact that Columbo has a basset, too.

Random Peter Falk factoid – His right eye was surgically removed at the age of three, because of cancer. Once when he was playing in a Little League game, the umpire called him out. Falk thought that he was safe. He pulled his glass eye out of its socket and handed it to the umpire, telling him, “Here, I think you might need this.”


New discworld book at the end of this month – Going Postal. I figure it’ll be in paperback inside of six months.


When you talk to a mirror, you’re not always talking to yourself.


Modern-day slavery

Brazil abolished slavery in 1888. Earlier this year, however, the government acknowledged to the United Nations that at least 25,000 Brazilians work under ”conditions analogous to slavery.” The top anti-slavery official in Brasilia, the capital, puts the number of modern slaves at 50,000.

Continue reading 6892 – TV & slavery…

#6219 borg parts, cat wrasslin’, Dan sick, still need a hair wash

Running my hand lightly over my bandage…I count the bumpy ridges of the staples there. Nine, equally spaced, they remind me of rings used to hold a shower curtain in place. I wonder what the clinking of them being removed would sound like in a glass ashtray…I envision the sound being similar to bullet being removed and placed in a metal tray like some sort of slow scene in the middle of an action hero’s film, being repaired in a grimy doctor’s office after crawling away from a gunfight… left for dead.

Maybe it’s more like a row of scuta… (singular scute)

The ozone in the air is making Newt bouncy and full of the wrestling-urge…his rear claws rake at my wrist while I rub his tummy. I go to take my hand away, and he grabs on with his front swabs and chomps down on my thumb using just enough pressure to keep it in place. I’m tempted to brush his teeth after wearing him out, but I think he’ll get the week off, until I can handle him more surely.

Dan has a bad case of the flu today. I hope he mends soon, and also hope that he didn’t leave flu-germs here. I really don’t want that on top of everything else.

Hair-wash nurse will return tomorrow morning.. she was ill-equipped to deal with me. If I could get in the shower, I wouldn’t need anyone to to help… the idea is that I can’t get the wound wet. She’s coming back with a basin, as I can’t bend under the sink.

#6219 borg parts, cat wrasslin', Dan sick, still need a hair wash

Running my hand lightly over my bandage…I count the bumpy ridges of the staples there. Nine, equally spaced, they remind me of rings used to hold a shower curtain in place. I wonder what the clinking of them being removed would sound like in a glass ashtray…I envision the sound being similar to bullet being removed and placed in a metal tray like some sort of slow scene in the middle of an action hero’s film, being repaired in a grimy doctor’s office after crawling away from a gunfight… left for dead.

Maybe it’s more like a row of scuta… (singular scute)

The ozone in the air is making Newt bouncy and full of the wrestling-urge…his rear claws rake at my wrist while I rub his tummy. I go to take my hand away, and he grabs on with his front swabs and chomps down on my thumb using just enough pressure to keep it in place. I’m tempted to brush his teeth after wearing him out, but I think he’ll get the week off, until I can handle him more surely.

Dan has a bad case of the flu today. I hope he mends soon, and also hope that he didn’t leave flu-germs here. I really don’t want that on top of everything else.

Hair-wash nurse will return tomorrow morning.. she was ill-equipped to deal with me. If I could get in the shower, I wouldn’t need anyone to to help… the idea is that I can’t get the wound wet. She’s coming back with a basin, as I can’t bend under the sink.

Entry #6144 amazing land art, misc linkies and thoughts.

Earth as ArtFor over 20 years the artist Stan Herd has worked the earth using indigenous materials to produce evocative and mystical works. From 160 acre plowed portraits to one quarter acre intimate stone designs, his work has become a platform for discussion of mankind’s contemporary relationship to the land.

Amazing. I’m astounded by the scape of this.. pardon the pun. Just, Wow.


To those that say a vegetarian can’t enjoy Oktoberfest food without eating sausage…. Pretzels and Kraut and Beer!


Carl posted a nice follow-up to the entry I posted about MOND a few weeks back. He’s also got a nifty interactive Crystal drawing program on his homepage.


Note to all Vampires. Don’t run out of turns near the train station. I got slurp-blasted and robbed big time. I had half a mind to turn the entire block, out of spite.


Weblogging Stats. I was surprised at how many were abandoned outright.


Going to get wet the end of this week! I look forward to the coming thunderstorms. I’m really digging putting hover-titles on my linkies now.


Candygram. Aww... I think he's kinda cute. Classic D&D Monster: The Bulette or more commonly called, Land Shark (No Relation to Chevy Chase.) My first introduction to large, tunneling monsters, later mimicked by Tremors. (Though Star Trek’s Horta predates D&D, and Herbert’s Sand Worms are ahead of that.) I’ve always pronounced it “BULL-et” but apparently it’s pronounced “BOO-lay”. Sort of a sissy moniker for such a supposedly nasty critter.

Bulettes have this neat defensive adaptation where, when they are enraged, their dorsal fin sticks straight up and exposes their only vulnerable spot. Of course, this is only a slight weakness. It’s vulnerable in the sense that it’s softer than the rest… It’s not a soft, pulpy squish insta-kill Smaug-zone or anything.

Also, getting close enough to stab this upper back weak spot with your sword is pretty difficult, because apparently a bulette can Leap into the air and hit with all four legs at once.. *That’s* something I’d like to see. I sort of envision a Gamera spinning-turtle attack…though a leap into the air with all four legs impacting on something as a uniform punch is possible, too, I guess. This is the sort of creature I’d like to see exist in the lost jungles somewhere, and be discovered in my lifetime.

The problem with having a lot of photography journals on your friends list is that some folks just don’t lj-cut images that are extra wide.

Interesting new feature on lj… a list of folks popular with your friends. Who you might be interested in…The following friends are listed often by your friends, but not by you…

Hmm… certainly a little accounting for taste, there. I’d say that there are about three people on that list that I enjoy seeing “around”… and there are about fifteen people on there that I’m not crazy about… had on my list for a while, or know by indirect connection. There are a few wildcards though. Some folks I don’t know at all are – debby, rillifane, thistimearound, coutlaw, gozar and beckmermaid. Oddly, the only community was … I’d have thought that there’d be more. I’ll peek in on them when time avails itself to me. Probably sometime in November. Thanks to latraviata for the linkie.

I’m glad that it seems that the snipers in Maryland have been caught… I hope that’s the end of that horrible stress. One less thing for folks to worry about. That’s a layer of the onionskin I can peel off. I hope that decompression continues… I feel a couple of weights remaining to be lifted.

I really like the Salem police department’s shoulder patch. That’s the real logo.

Random Scotto factoid – I associate scarecrows with ghosts, but I don’t think of them as frightening. I feel that it’s the arms outstretched perpendicular, strikes me more like a waiting and friendly embrace rather than something that’s been crucified. Perhaps the ghost vibe comes from the old clothes involved in the production I think. The last costume I wore was a scarecrow, going to see Lenny Kravitz with Nicole and Heather… (They were The Wicked Witch and Dorothy, by the way… Both looked outstanding. I still have the floppy hat that I wore, somewhere.) I got some nice compliments when I went out with those two…”Way to go! Lucky Man!” People tended to assume I was dating one or both of them. They were funny… they’d make up stories about me, and then start to believe them… because of something I might have said offhand. I’d feed their imagination by never confirming or denying anything, instead, just leaving open-ended questions with replies that instead raised more queries.

punkinhaid scarecrow

Sweet dreams, dear journal. Or in the words of my pet skeleton…

and when I say good night
the pictures in my head
will dance around the room
and frolic in my bed
and when I say good day
they hide behind my eyes
waiting for the dreaming
to bring them back to life

idea swiped wholesale from sweetalyssm …a good one, because I’ve been feeling a bit dark lately. I’m feeling lighter now.

Things about this day that gladdens the heart –

  1. Waking up slowly & feeling the world around me start to begin to live
  2. Hot shower
  3. Email from my sweetheart/ my hearing her voice in my mind as a result
  4. Popcorn scent
  5. Sounds of Newt licking a fresh ice cube
  6. Work Clothes coming off at the end of the day
  7. Nag champa smoke ribbons
  8. Cheddar Corn-curls

Update on that spiced Tofu … it was good, but not *crazy good*… maybe a 6/10. I’d make it again, but I wouldn’t go out of my way. I think I can whip something a little zippier with many of the supplies at hand.

William Christopher is 70? Who knew he was voices in the Smurfs, as well as Father Mulcahy?

Cute movie ads… Fellowship of the ring is the best of the lot.

Little known Movie factoid – In the short story that 2001: A space odyssey was based on, the Monoliths were crystal pyramids.

Little known Scotto factoid – I like a lot of science fiction, but feel that 2001 is basically plotless and highly overrated. It’s easy to assign a great depth of meaning to places there are none. I like to find shapes in clouds, too…that doesn’t mean that there really is a horsie sliding down the back of George Washington’s head.

Okie… going for a little bike travel, see what I can see on the outside… be back later, dear journal.

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.