The Poison Is Arsenic, and the Suspect Wood… the things you find researching peg legs.

Huh huh. Huh huh. You said ‘wood’.

From http://www.nytimes.com/2002/06/26/health/26ARSE.html

“HERNANDO, Miss., June 19 – It took six hospitalizations and a number of misdiagnoses before Lynn Milam learned what was causing the vomiting and diarrhea that almost killed her in 1999. The arsenic levels in her body, her doctor said, were about 100 times what they should have been.

Ms. Milam was relieved to have a diagnosis, however terrifying. That relief vanished when the police arrived. “They said someone was trying to kill me, and they were almost 100 percent sure it was Tom,” her husband, Ms. Milam said.

But she refused to believe it. “I know the man,” she said. “If he were going to kill me, he’d just shoot me.””

Well, it turns out that after testing the husband that he had even more arsenic in his system than she did. They had been doing some home improvements with treated wood.

“Vicki S. Wood, one of the Milams’ lawyers, said the couple were victims of chromated copper arsenate, or C.C.A., the predominant wood preservative in the United States and the subject of an emerging body of product liability lawsuits around the country. Some of the lumber for the Milams’ two-story cabin frame had been treated with C.C.A., which prevents decay and repels termites. It also contains arsenic.”

There is a whole lovely story about product liability and industry and so on and so forth. You know the drill. The industry sort of crossed the Ts and dotted the Is by putting the responsibility for handing out the warnings on the lumberyards, but:

“Mel Pine, a spokesman for the trade association, said that the industry had fulfilled its obligation to inform the public about the dangers of treated wood but that until recently, “at the retail stores the compliance was less than perfect.””

Been there, seen that every few months. The product is being phased-out with a replacement that doesn’t include arsenic.

“Mr. Brugge said the decision was based on “changes in perception, changes in the marketplace” and a new generation of preservatives without arsenic.”

(How much do you want to bet that the “new generation” of preservatives were around before, but were not as cheap as arsenic?)

No, what is interesting about the story is that attempted murder was suspected and a case was being prepared.

“The police here worked the case hard. They questioned the Milams repeatedly and always separately. They advised Ms. Milam, a 50-year-old computer programmer, to leave her husband, 46, or at least prepare her own food. They sought help from the F.B.I., and the district attorney went to a grand jury to have it consider a charge of attempted murder.

I felt like the Hernando Police Department came into it predetermined like it was attempted murder, and they had a pretty good little case,” Ms. Milam said. “It was really big for them.”

“Mr. Artis, the F.B.I. spokesman, said the case was dubious from the start, because it lacked a motive. “She was the breadwinner,” he said. “There’s no big insurance policy. There’s no girlfriend.””

So, without any of the tried-and-true motives present, why did the D.A. continue with the attempted murder scenario?

“He recalled being convinced by an F.B.I. analysis implicating the treated wood. On the other hand, a member of his staff had consulted the industry. “One of my investigators kept telling me that lumber companies had told him that this couldn’t be,” he said, meaning that the F.B.I. was wrong.”

Who says experts don’t lie? Calling for an unbiased opinion these days is more tricky than ever, I imagine.

Perhaps I’ve read far too many Agatha Christie mystery novels as a kid, but I need to research and see if it is true that ingesting small doses of arsenic over time lead to an immunity from the poison. This came up in a few novels I recall reading (Lord Nannybone of Soddom-on-Gamhora takes small doses of arsenic to build up an immunity, then he and his wife eat from the same hors de vour tray… intrepid detective outwits police by finding arsenic bottle under bush, etc. etc.).

The article makes me think no, but perhaps those dosages were too large… I was also under the impression that repeated arsenic ingestion leads to thickening nails, change in skin tone and other symptoms. Perhaps skin absorption is different.

I guess that the real problem is that they had not received any of the warnings that were supposed to go with purchasing the treated wood. I suppose big red and yellow stickers saying “DANGER. TOXIC WOOD!!!!” would have made for a lousy store display. I know that I would tend to promote the termite repelling qualities and downplay the HAZMAT aspects of putting in a new deck.

good news, dear journal.

jay-ee-ell-ell-oh.

there’s always room for hooves!

bleh.

Bill Cosby, what did they pay you to hawk that stuff?

I was wondering… in the olden days… did wooden legs warp? I’m thinking about pirates out at sea in the salt air and rain, especially. My sweetheart, ever the font of wisdom suggested that they be made of cypress wood, the same as ocean vessels… minimal bulging and warping. She always surprises me with the knowledge she has stored inside… wonderful having ideas bounced back and forth between us. I was thinking of sandalwood for its durability… (It was used to make sandals, after all… and it’s a fragrant material, too.)

It’d be cool to see a peg leg carved like a totem pole or a tiki god.

I wonder how feasible a robotic monkey tail would be… worn with a belt, controlled by muscle flexes ? upholster it like a Muppet or with faux leather.

I got my place. I met with Francesco tonight, and gave him first, last and security… and now have a signed receipt from him noting the duration of the lease, and a set of keys. (It’s active until 6/30/03).. I will be moving in Saturday Morning… and calling tomorrow about getting my assorted utilities turned on by that time, and the current landlord about getting my security deposit back. (that $525 will come in quite handy. for my new bed.) He still needs to finish a few things… clean the shelves and polish off the bathroom and kitchen, but it’s nothing that he can’t have done before I back the truck up. He tried to act like he didn’t know about Newt… but I nipped that in the bud. No Newt, No Deal.

Now, I just have to spend tomorrow night packing up everything but survival gear and cleaning this place up… make it sparkle so that I deserve every last penny back.

I suspect that I’ll be moving again in a year (or maybe sooner, if the right place comes along in the area) but for now, it’ll do just fine. Cheers, Dear Journal!

ugh… 100,000 for a chair?

You may think that only a true nerd would be interested in purchasing Captain Kirk’s Chair, but you would be wrong. Only a true nerd would be interested in purchasing Captain Pike’s Chair.

Dang… I wonder how much one of those wacky honey-dripper earplugs or annoying “Spock looks into the BSOD” viewers would go for.

in other news.. a year ago I had a nightmare, heard from robin tunkel (who never wrote back again), Paul was supposed to quit, but didn’t, and a piccie of Newt.

Also, that day, my sweetie had the chipotle fer lunch.

Back from my morning walk.. just in time, I think… the skies are ominous, threatening to open up at any moment.

I was thinking of a saying that came from who knows where… “Wishes are identical triplets; regrets are the legions of the damned”.. and have been thinking about that. I have very few regrets. Certainly not a legion of ’em. As for wishes, (not counting the meta-wish of asking for more wishes) I like the idea of people having peace of mind, comfort, and just enough challenges to keep things from being dull.

Maybe that’s my poddishness coming out. I certainly don’t want fame, and fortune… I only really would like it for the security blanket side of it. There are troubles that come with too much funding, as well.

http://www.1800autopsy.com/

“1-800-AUTOPSY provides the following services:

Forensic autopsies
Private, full & complete autopsies
Partial, limited & re-autopsies
Exhumation & disinterment autopsies
Toxicology & serology analysis
Med. mal. prac. & wrongful Death Specialist
Tissue & organ procurement/retrieval
Post-mortem neurological diagnosis (e.g. Alzheimer’s, Multiple Sclerosis, Lou Gehrig’s (ALS) Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis disease, Down syndrome, Tourette’s disease, Schizophrenia, (AIDS) acquired immune deficiency syndrome, etc.)
Post-mortem HIV & AIDS diagnosis
Post-mortem Genetic DNA (deoxyrlbonucleic acid) banking
Post-mortem Asbestos procurement/analysis
Post-mortem DNA (Paternity) analysis
Hospital autopsy support (diener) services
Contract autopsy services available
Medical photography & video services
Medical appliance recycling (e.g. eyeglasses, hearing aids, pacemakers, wheelchairs, prosthesis, etc.) See also Wheels for Humanity and Lions Eyeglass Recycling Centers.
Autopsy report and medical records reviews.
Production (script/writing, television, movie) consulting
Post-traumatic (Decomposition) clean-up services
Consultations available

“These services are offered, as necessary, to families (next-of-kin), Funeral directors, Cremationists, hospitals, attorneys, transplant institutions, cadaver-tissue research investigators, and other related
organizations.”

With an attorney as a front, that’s a lot of services that are available to investigators… plus they have a fun gift shop. Is it real, or a gag? I don’t know.. there’s got to be some unusual legal matters there.

quiz mania!

There… the boy is all won out… as am I! I forgot to mention that Newt is officially on rate my kitten

you can see him at the following links, and vote on his cuteness on a scale of one to ten. (the links open to a new page)

http://www.ratemykitten.com/?kitten=10239 – fetus-kitty (currently at 7.2)

http://ratemykitten.com/?kitten=10238 – my personal fave (8.94)

http://ratemykitten.com/?kitten=10237 – 3 weeks old… such a little boy (8.5)

http://ratemykitten.com/?kitten=10236 – first day at the office (8.38)

sad face – http://ratemykitten.com/?kitten=10235 (7.56)

I think a thumbnail page is here, but it might only work for my cookie. http://ratemykitten.com/?me=scottobear

speaking of which, sleeping late with a cat broke 150 at what’s better?

Francesco put me off again today, but assured me that I’d be signing a lease tomorrow, at 9pm if all goes properly.

The current landlord came by tonight asking what my plans were… I told her that I’d let her know for sure when I knew, certainly by July 1. She gave me a key to the laundry room around back… so I can do a free load of laundry before I go. ;P

I’ve been wanting a new bed.. moving in is the perfect time to get one.

King bed sizes can be confusing. There are actually two “king” sizes: Standard King, also known as “Eastern”, and California King, also known as “Western”. These two mattress sizes are different by about 4″ in each direction. (The Standard King is wider by about 4″ whereas the California King is longer by about 4″.)

California is the way I lean, with my long ol’ bod. California King beds are 12″ wider than a Queen but a few inches longer. This size may be the best choice for taller adults. A California King is also known as a “Western King” and bedding may be labeled either “California King” or “Western King”. California King bed set comes with one mattress and two half-width box springs to be more manageable when moving.

Overall: 72″ wide x 84″ long… ample room to fit me, my sweetie, and any kitty-folk that’d care to rest, too. Much better than the long twin I have now.

Newt’s very talkative tonight… so I’ll go play with the baby boy some….

nighters, dear journal.

Fresh from the shower…

Talked to Francesco… he went down another $5… like that makes a great difference, but heck… it’s $60 in a year.

I hope that a fire gets lit under his tail and the place is done before I move in… I want all my stuff working, clean, and my privacy intact for moving in there.

Soon, I can get back to writing more varied life entries… take piccies of the neighborhood… and relax because I don’t have the sword of Damocles hanging over my head, looking for a place to move.

Scotto is… (seen around LJ… rgladiator and sholanda got me at the same time)

as sought on Google –

  • Scotto is the last of the mad-genius sopranos, dementodiva
  • Scotto is often referred to as the “NBC Commissary”.
  • Scotto is worth further exploration.
  • Scotto is likely to wear something like an alligator-textured vinyl miniskirt.
  • Scotto is pleased with les Braves’ progress because he has 12 new players, including the 10 rookies.
  • Scotto is an Assistant professor of theory at the Eastman School of Music.
  • Scotto is a Cal Poly alumnus, and is certified in horseshoeing and artificial insemination in beef cattle.
  • Scotto is first and foremost a man of the theatre.
  • Scotto is often the target of raised eyebrows, indulgent sighs and catty comments.
  • Scotto is tart majd mesterkurzust.
  • Scotto is stoically drinking a Coke, but his buddies at the table are downing Coors beer.
  • Scotto is approximately thirty years old and inexperienced in matters involving OSHA citations.
  • Scotto is the 14,186th most popular last name (surname) in the United States; frequency is 0.001
  • Scotto is famous from his legendary NASA parties in NYC and has been on tour with Moby, Dubtribe, Orbital, Dee-lite & the Prodigy.

last but not least –

  • Scotto is still being a pain in everybody’s ass.

Newt is…

  • Newt is a newtonian telescope design program
  • NEWT is the taxonomy database maintained by the Swiss-Prot group.
  • Newt is divided into four subspecies.
  • Newt is the subject of Koen’s Master Thesis study
  • newt is written in C, not C++.
  • Newt is very sensitive to “who” he is visiting.
  • newt is lemon yellow in color with black dots
  • Newt is a menace to society.
  • newt is widespread in the county, but there are areas in the extreme south, north west and north east where it has not been recorded
  • Newt is dynamic enough that it cannot be summed up in one sentence or a catchy phrase
  • Newt is slender and has relatively dry skin
  • Newt is an extremely sweet fella although most people do not get to witness that side of him
  • Newt is already talking about his plans to become Speaker of the House
  • Newt is special because he is my best friend and companion.
  • newt is slightly moist (just enough to keep its skin from drying out), with rough-scaleless skin and indistinct coastal grooves
  • “Newt” is often used by the monosyllable-challenged to refer to a Newton.

What kiss am I?

Francesco was a meanie today, and didn’t meet up.. I think because the apartment still looked a little shabby, and the bathroom wasn’t finished yet. He was rude in that I called him up to let him know I’d be 10 minutes late, and he tells me he can’t make it at all.. no call or anything. I’d have just shown up and he’d have been MIA.

Two strikes against Francesco so far. (The first being the unfair price hike) Bro thinks that he may be leading me on, so that I’ll be stuck with his place as is… I suspect that may be true, or that F is spreading himself too thin, and is just inconsiderate. Neither is a good thing in a landlord.

My brother and I walked the neighborhood, collecting some more numbers… We found a one bedroom cottage that rocked, and is in my price range, but the owner has it promised to a girl in south carolina until July 2… two days too late… I’m going to call Francesco tomorrow, and see if I can still get the place, on a weekly basis… maybe move there, see if I like it, and then shunt to the cottage if the girl doesn’t come down…(though she’d be crazy to pass it up.. it’s a great deal, and a neat layout.) We’ll see what happens. one way or the other, I’ll be near Broward boulevard by the end of next weekend.

Upside, I did get out of work early, spent some time with my bro tonight, riding bikes and hanging out.. it is a beautiful neighborhood. Near the intercoastal, big, beautiful trees, a nice calm area. I look forward to moving there.

I admire the woman’s integrity by not being swayed by cash money tomorrow on the cottage…it’s just a pity her integrity is in the way of my getting that place when I’d like it.

Tucking in soon… sweet dreams, dear journal.

p.s. My Cable is officially off until I move into my new place. Videos and DVDs until then, I suppose for my background TV noise.

RIAA Shaman Defeats Bad Magic Box

Washington, FA wire – Under heavy lobbying from the Recording Industry Association of America, the U.S. Copyright Office decided to force internet radio stations to pay a 70 cent royalty per song. That figure is exactly 70 cents more than what traditional radio stations pay per song.

“It great victory for us,” said RIAA spokesman Thog, son of Og, in a press conference. “Strange machine make noise, sing our music, steal our souls! Strange box bad – powerful magic. But we smash! Smash!” To illustrate his point, Mr. Thog then produced a large wooden club and proceeded to pound a Compaq Presario repeatedly until it was little more than rubble.

“Thog right,” said RIAA president Grop, son of Muk, when reached at his cave later that day. “Funny box not like radio. Funny box evil! We smash! We win!” An elated Mr. Grop and the RIAA board of directors then held a fireside celebration that featured whooping, drumming, the sacrifice of a bison to the gods, and a performance by Metallica.

Odd… got added by a couple of people… I wonder where they came from… the hut? the random button? a mutual friend (I suspect friendsfriends)? a random comment I may’ve made? I’m always interested in knowing what brings folks by.

Today should be the day that I get my new place (on paper, anyhow)… I’m getting together with Francesco tonight at about 6:30 to see where the apartment is going, cleanup and price-wise. If everything is still good, I’ll give him first, last and security today. If not, I’ll sleep on any trouble-spots, and then decide if I want to deal with them, or if I want the palace near where I live now. (I’d truly, truly prefer to be near the bro.)

odd thoughts at the laundry yesterday… I found myself wondering what happened to the cranky old guy and if my new ‘mat will be as interesting. I wonder when my new neighbors will be like, wherever I land.

sleeping late with a cat broke 100! as far as I’m concerned, that’s where it belongs.