interesting keywords that link to my page –

Yahoo history of Spanish punctuation
Google ray gun schematics
Yahoo nanotech camouflage

and a fun discovery at google labs, google sets... enter a few words, and it’ll try and extrapolate a list for you. Usually three will do it.

(The glossary there is better than dictionary or, too.)

Called my landlord, and he said he’d be by to bag up my food and stuff tomorrow… uh, nope. I’ll take care of it.. it may be weird of me, but I don’t want him rummaging through my pantry and who knows where else tomorrow. I told him to leave the bags by the front door, and I’ll take care of it tomorrow night.

Things to take with me to the hotel –

  • All of Newton’s Toys (no point of leaving them to be gassed or bagging them), including army men, Scotto hair ties and milk rings.
  • Box of litter
  • Newton’s Food
  • Newt’s Dishes
  • Newton
  • Laptop
  • two changes of clothes
  • CPAP
  • All my shoes, incl. Fuzzy Godzilla slippers
  • Palmtop
  • Camera

Things to throw out / Replace –

  • Newton’s Big cardboard boxes… (easier to replace ’em, than risk him gnawing on them)
  • food that I bring to St. Vincent’s on Thursday
  • Anything that Newt might get into
  • Anything in the Fridge that needs tossing. Honey Mustard… that means you, bub.

Things to bag and/or rewash when I get home –

  • Dishes
  • Silverware
  • Any surfaces that Newt might wander onto, including under the sink and the shower curtain
  • All my laundry, including towels and egg-crate on bed

*note, leave Newtcam running, just for the heck of it…maybe see what it looks like to have my apartment flooded with poison gas.

Tomorrow morning, I go to the Neurologist to have some more tests run, and to check for any nerve damage… I think all is well, except for a little trouble bending my left big toe, and some numbness and swelling of my left foot. Get his report, and take it to my doc 7/2, and see what my treatment options are…I’m glad to be taking care of this, and my back is fine these days. This is all just to prevent that problem from rearing up again. I’m glad I can walk around again pretty reasonably… ticking off some of the extra weight I’ve tacked on the last month or two by not doing as much roaming. Summertime’s coming, and less traffic and more heat is officially here. good time to work out… maybe even swim between walking to the beach and back… it’s been an age since I’ve been actually more than knee deep in the ocean. It’d be nice to do some tai chi katas out there in the early morning too, now that the beach isn’t covered with lookie-loos. A bicycle is looking more like an option again for working out and traveling, too.

Bro invited me to take a three-day cruise with him when he gets his settlement from the police department… that could be fun… I’ll have to see if I can arrange good time off, and maybe a nice discount (or freebie) from my parent company. He sounds good, and it looks like there’s a light at the end of the tunnel for him. I’m glad.

nigh nigh, dear journal.

It’s Tuesday, and no information regarding the fumigation from the landlord yet. All I know is that Thursday night is being spent somewhere that is not here. I’m going to have to call him up from work and ask what the procedures are going to be for my food, toys, self and Newt are going to be.

The most diplomatic way to put it would be to say “The landlord has poor organizational skills and a lot on his mind.” I can forgive him his oversights easily… if the sale goes through, I’ll never have to deal with him again.

a Newtcam moment

I love his pink little nose. crazy amount of brightness outside… little wonder he likes that sill. Toasty.

This morning’s walk was fruitful… in that I enjoyed being out and about. I think all of the tourists are officially *gone*, now… the roads seem more quiet, sidewalks less busy, and the beach has a much smaller population. I took a few pictures at the pier, and will synch ’em later tonight.

Random Scotto Factoid – I think pelicans are more cute than sandpipers or seagulls. They have a total goofy vibe going, sitting on a wooden post, and then *zoom-dive* they’ve got a beak-net full of fish.

Meet the bugs of Cricket Magazine… I didn’t know it was still being published until today.