Lambada, the forbidden dance…or pretending to throw paint on those who wear fake fur.

I had a very difficult day today. I’d call it a 2.5 out of 10. A lot of unpleasant things getting in my way… I need to focus on the positive and minimize those stumbling blocks.

There’s a little orange cat that I know who likes to get all up in my face when I have a ricola going. So, things Newt likes to sniff while I eat are – Toothpaste, ricola, orange tofu, and rosemary bread. Sometimes soup. Surprisingly, *not* mint chocolate chip ice cream.

To fend him off, an ice cube is often required. I need to post some new piccies of the Newtster.

I’ve done a lot of notebook writing, but I’m not terribly happy with the results. More practice is required.

The “local neighbor” I mentioned earlier dropped me from his reading list. I wonder if it was because I didn’t reciprocate (actually trying to trim my current list a bit…) or if he actually recognized my brother or me. It’s fun to track who comes and goes from linking. As of Sept 1, 30 have added and 29 have removed me. Some deleted their journals and then reinstated them, some just deleted and never came back. More than one deleted and then created a new journal when creepy-weirdies were simpler to run away from than to deal with. I can understand “burning your journal”, but I think that more can be gained by saving it to look back on later…make it all private if you don’t want anyone to read it. The flipside of that is the weirdness of folks that write purely for other people to read it, with no personal elements at all.

Nation states has been sluggish for the last few days now.

Got a cool Castle Keep and bunch of Star Wars Pez as a belated Christmas Gift from Dave & Cathi

Museum of Foreign Grocery Products – mmm..poppadums and curry pringles

A good idea: Pennsylvania takes DNA samples from people convicted of sexual offenses. As those samples hit the database, some old crimes are being solved. full article

I’m thinking of my sweetie, holding her in my heart and wishing her comfort and happiness.

Cool origami cameras. – pinhole cameras made out of photo paper which is then developed. Like a salad bowl made of lettuce leaf, and consumed with the meal, the camera doesn’t exist after its utility is fulfilled. There is no machine. It is more of an arrangement than a thing.

Stupider is indeed a real word, usable and everything.

Man is unmanned by sword, remanned by needle Continue reading

On January 1, 1983, ARPANET switched over to the TCP/IP protocol, and the Internet was born. Here’s a more detailed story on the subject.
Happy 20th Birthday, Internet!

Strange, small world…discovered someone that links to me graduated the same year as my brother at Santaluces…I never attended that school (I went to Atlantic), but hit those grounds frequently, picking the bro up, and whatnot. He doesn’t remember my bro, but it’s still interesting to me that the lines overlap in that way.

Next week will be good.

More private than public entries lately… that surprises me, but it shouldn’t. This week’s had its rough spots, but nothing that can’t be remedied… added bonus, the week is about over.

I’d like shoes that leave custom footprints behind… maybe question marks?

I want to try out for the LSH, just so I can get a free flight-ring.

A year ago – rumors, comparing haunted house stories, smudge sticks (note to self, get more stuff to make more), defleshing (another news article gone…from now on, I’m putting all my news articles behind lj-cuts for future ref) and naptime (naptime pix overwritten by other archive images)

Two years ago – dead phone, feeling love grow, Viet beer at the mall, lj & IM trouble

I miss the old days when I could post a poll and get a few dozen answers, but the trade off is that I don’t have many loonies reading my journal, either. The LJ dynamic is much different now than it was a couple of years ago. I *really* don’t miss the psychodrama that was rubbing me raw.

They’re making a Cold Mountain Movie? I don’t know how well that’ll transfer to the screen… and I wonder if they’ll fix the ending or not.

I want to get back into writing fiction and posting it in my journal… maybe the use of my laptop more frequently these days has done that.

Random Scotto-region factoid… Rob Van Winkle (Vanilla Ice) lives in nearby Miramar and owns a bike shop there…BMX primarily.

linky linky

Slap the man and make music. (the number keys work better for me.)

Neato flying guy. I really like this.

one word sixty seconds to write about a given word, no thinking, just typing. A fun exercise.

Hmm… these folks in Belgium linked to me, and I don’t recognize them… they do link to a lot of stuff though. I wonder how they found me? (Though there are a lot of von Bergs, and even more van den Bergs in the Netherlands.)

Didn’t make it to the doctor today… Dave’s clutch cable broke while we were en route, so I had to reschedule for Tuesday at 2:45. Hopefully it’ll go well enough to get him to hook me up with a procedure immediately following.

click, and help LJ to conquer the world!


Every visitor who clicks on the image on your site will conquer a piece of land (2° by 2°) for your domain name. All territory your site has conquered is in the same color on the world map.
The amount of land your site has conquered determines the position of your site in the high score list. Note: completely occupied countries count double!

If you click via your friends page, it goes to livejournal.com

Slow day… taking it easy. Scritching his chin to bib, Newt’s deep, nearly subsonic-purrs are making me drowsy…thinking about her eyes… mirroring her inner beauty. *Smitten*

I’m disappointed that there’s no mail delivery today. I’m expecting a few things and can hardly wait for them to arrive.

Calling the doc tomorrow at 9am sharp to find out what the story is…I’d like a solid solution quickly, now that there are some possibilities open.

Mild peeve: Once Danny gets an idea into his head of how or why something works, it can be very difficult to get him to take another point of view and accept it. I think he resigns himself to some situations too quickly, rather than taking an extra step or two to make life a little nicer in the long run. That, and there are some things that he just doesn’t want to think about. I don’t know how that particular mindset works…If I have a question or a fear about something, I confront it, and dig until I get a halfway decent answer, even if the answer is “to the best of our knowledge, that answer is unknown”. I hate to say it, but he’s far more fatalistic than I am, though I can be much more of a cynic and sophist when the crankiness takes me over.

Tomorrow’s Danny’s Birthday… he’s turning 41. Time to finally hook him up with a DVD player. Maybe burn him a couple VCDs to go with for later, too. (get him hooked on invader zim or sponge bob) That tells me that my birthday is in a month. I’ve not gotten myself a special treat for Christmas this year, so perhaps I can double up and do an extra special something for the B-day. I’ve got a few things that I’d like to pick up… A Bed in a Bag, pair of birks, and bring in some new clothes. Not sure what toys I’ll grab… Sappho and Riker’s remote control cars (not the super tiny ones, about the size of a bar and a half of soap.) Maybe set up a lindows box on the wireless network to act as the web server from home. It depends on what static addys cost these days.

I finished the Barnum book… starting with The Agony and the Ecstasy – about Michelangelo…it’s a “biographical-novel” rather than a “pure biography” as I thought. I picked the book up months ago, and am just getting around to reading it. It’s gotten good reviews, and the deMedicis are a fascination group of folks to read about.

A year ago – TZ marathon, people requesting money for reading their journal, country specific euros, 2nd instance of 1 Corinthians 13:5&6 and Happy Newt Year!
Happy Newt Year!

Two years ago Resolutions, some dead news links, good links to marbles, bejeweled, alchemy, etc, 1st instance of 1 Corinthians 13:5&6, reflections on old games, norman bates, ralph waldo emerson, and a new writing style.

edbook‘s llamas!

Quinalt looks strangely clever. He’s got a hidden underground base beneath the yurt, I bet.

It’s raining hard out now, with strong winds. Exciting to hear that by the pale light of the laptop. It’s a great sound…just came out of nowhere. The scent of ozone and cleanliness is filling my room.

Random South Florida Factoids from the Ice Age – Florida was quite a bit different 12,000 years ago. There were no Florida Panthers, but did play home to the largest saber-toothed cat that ever lived, Smilodon floridon, which sank its massive canines into prey over an area twice the size of modern Florida. Camels trekked the landscape — the animal is actually native to North America but moved into Asia over the Bering Strait. Some things, however, haven’t changed. Manatees were still roaming the (propeller-free) waters, and Florida was still the Sunshine State — despite most of the world being frozen solid, Florida was only about 10 degrees cooler than it is today.

Happy 2003!!

I’m overly happy that the numbers in 2003 add up to 5.

For the New Year, I’ve submitted my journal to the ageless project. Nifty page…it is showing the diversity of folks with web pages out there… and they disallow popups. It’s relatively young… Nobody else on there with my birthday yet… (02/02/1969) Only two Feb 02s listed at al so far, ’71 and ’83 they do have members born from as early as the 30s, and as recently as the 90s.

I wonder how many people won’t get into it because they don’t want to tell how old they are? I like it because there’s a random button, and unlike LJ, I won’t skew to a 16 year old girl from California.

Positive vibes of peace, health, and happiness for everyone for the coming year.

My closing thoughts of 2002 and the opening ones of 2003 are of love for my sweetheart… I look forward to our love growing even more over the years ahead.

Something I’ve quoted every New Year since being with her – powerful words, with deep meaning.

Love is
is not rude,
it is not self seeking,
it is not easily angered,
it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil
but rejoices in truth.
It always protects,
always trusts,
always hopes,
always perseveres.

1 Corinthians 13:5&6

I’ve plumbed the depths of my heart, and she is ever there. Our love is a thing of wonder… existing in all varieties. I’m looking forward to exploring it more.