scottobear.com email is back up. good thing, though I missed a couple of decent mails from last night I’d have preferred to have acted on then.

ah well, all better now.

oh, man.. apparently my scottobear.com email has been down since last night, as has my website. I honestly hope that if any email was sent to those addresses was lost that it can be restored… I’ve got about a gazillion resumes out there with that addy on it. It’s supposed to be back up and fixed within the hour, though, so I’m going to hope for the best.

Stupid errors… bah.

Ok… Where’s my web page… more to the point, Newtcam? It’s been down since last night.

I can tell it’s still down, because I don’t have my delightful background installed on the LJ page.

Today shall be a day of rest, though I’m planning on spending 8 hours of it doing little chores here and around the place.

Not too interested in LJ lately.. my mind hasn’t been one of journaling. My creative juices need a shot of B12.

I want to do something self-indulgent today.. eat fatty food, spend the day playing arcade games or the like… I doubt it’ll happen to the degree I want, but it’s entertaining for me to think about.

Maybe just writing about the history channel is enough self-indulgence?

“I want rustlers, cut throats, murderers, bounty hunters, desperados, mugs, pugs, thugs, nitwits, halfwits, dimwits, vipers, snipers, con men, Indian agents, Mexican bandits, muggers, buggerers, bushwhackers, hornswogglers, horse thieves, bull dykes, train robbers, bank robbers, ass-kickers, shit-kickers and Methodists!”

-Hedley Lamarr, Blazing Saddles, Recruitment Flyer

I think I could qualify as a desperado, or play the part of a thug.

(Why is it I can recite that from memory, but I can’t remember what year my mom was born in unless I count on my fingers?)

Newt woke me at about 6am this morn… just as well, since I had my alarm set for 6:30. This way, I had time to play with the little boy in the morning before having to whirlwind out of the house for work. I’m so glad that Newtie’s around to wake up to… I can’t even be mad that I was awakened early. (I prefer a little roughhousing to get the morning started.)

Went to Pinnacle… They wanted an original Social security card, a copy just would not do, despite my other identification papers on hand. Ok..it would’ve been nice to know that before coming all the way to Cypress Creek.

Ugh, a bug.

Sooo… off to the Social Security office I went… I’ll have a new card (with my old number) in about two weeks, but in the meantime, I have piece of paper that tells folks that “Why Yes, this hairy beast is who he says he is!” on official-looking letterhead.

I go back to Pinnacle Monday, 10am.

Made it to work on time, surprisingly. Also a shock, Kev is here! I thought he was going to take a sick day today, but he’s out of luck. Apparently, he’s too needed here by the gimme-gimme chupacabra & co.

Finn gave me a lead to a possible new gig, at Countywide. Nice to get the assist, certainly.

Looks like there’s going to be a LAN party at work after regular hours (or during my normal hours) on the 21st. Sappho, Riker, Kev, The Finn,The Clark-bar, and Maybe Island boy will be coming in at about 6pm to play some multi-player games.. looks like it’ll be an assortment… shoot-’em up and racing, mostly. (Just as well… I don’t know how well folks would deal with Civ2 or AOE… the games are fun, but take a while.) If I’m still there at the time, I’ll play along, too.

When I woke up, the words to Bobby Pickett’s “King Kong” (not the one by Abba), oddly melded with Alley Oop (by Gary Paxton).

Can’t seem to locate the Proper Kong Lyrics online.. Perhaps I’ll break out the record and transcribe them to the Internet for posterity.

Of course, there’s always my favorite Bert Convy Tune...

We were out of school
With nothing to do
So we jumped in my car
And we went to the zoo
Having lots of fun
Just a-walkin’ around
Looking in the cages
When I heard a funny sound
Somebody yelled
And one began to shout
I turned around
And my eyes bugged out

He’s out of his cage
He’s on a rampage
Swingin’ his arms all over the place
Fiery red eyes and a big ugly face
Chip-chip-chip-chip-chip-chip-chip
Go-ril-la

He climbed on a bus
And he rode downtown
Stopping all the traffic
For miles around
He heard some music coming
From a record shop
Jumped off the bus
And he started to bop

He’s out of his cage
He’s on a rampage
Swingin’ his arms all over the place
Dancin’ rock ‘n’ roll with a grin on his face
Chip-chip-chip-chip-chip-chip-chip
Go-ril-la

He heard some music coming
From a record shop
He jumped off the bus
And he started to bop
He stopped his dancing
And looked up in the sky
A flying purple people eater
Was flying by
He reached up and grabbed him
And he ate him whole

A gorilla!

(Echoed out like the end of Tequila)

Only a week or two behind on this one…

Prof. Dave Farber sent an e-mail to his Interesting People list about how under Code Orange it is, apparently, illegal to take photos of transit facilities. http://www.interesting-people.org/ At a faculty meeting at Bryn Mawr College, the attendees were informed that a student from Haverford College was arrested for taking photographs of trains in Philadelphia. The student was detained and questioned for a few hours and eventually released. http://lists.elistx.com/archives/interesting-people/200302/msg00118.html

This struck a chord with me, as I like taking little travel pictures, many of which might take place in a bus, or at the station. I’m especially prone to take shots with my palmtop “spycam”, though the pictures from that are weak, at best.

Fortunately, Farber also posted an item from a Portland, Ore. attorney who has posted a briefing paper about what your rights are as a photographer. http://www.krages.com/ThePhotographersRight.pdf

Via tarpo The Most Significant SF & Fantasy Books of the Last 50 Years, 1953-2002 (according to Sci Fi Book Club)

I’ve put a 0 to 4 Star rating beside the ones I’ve read, according to the amount of enjoyment I got from them. One star is worth an eyeball, anything with 2 stars is good, 3 very good, and four is “What? You haven’t read it? Hop to it!” I imagine many folks will disagree with me on a few of my feelings, so I’m going to stress that it’s simply my opinion.

Your Mileage may vary… as might mine in current time. (I’ve not read some of them in over two decades.)
the books…

RIBLETS ARE GREAT!

The BBQ sauce is really good, and the entree texture is perfect.

I am going to buy these suckers frequently. A little heavy on the sodium…(30% per) but the rest is very healthy, too. Price was right… it was $2.50 for a package, and it gives two decent sized slabs of sauced-up yumminess.

Next go-round, instead of on the plate, it’s going on a kaiser.

Man, that was good.

Newt is totally uninterested in the plate with the food on it. He is however enjoying my hair-tie. To each their own, I suppose.

I ate it with a fork, for those keeping score.

Know what I like about trees? They’re bigger than me, and they listen without interrupting.

Home again, Home again… and all that jiggety jazz.

Too tired to make leeks, though I took a leak as soon as I got in. It’s going to be a Nuke yourself somethin’ from the freezer night. Veggie riblets look pretty good to me. They seem remarkably similar to the ol’ McRib that came out a while back. Gotta admire any info about them that mentions that they’re Bone free (As free as the wind blows)

Kev is as sick as the proverbial dog, and will be staying home tomorrow. Chupa caused him no end of pointless stress over 40 miserable faulty records, stopping him from making any sort of escape today. Tomorrow, while the boss is away, the Scotto will play, actively seeking work, and deciding on what the final way to go is. Nordis-man just is invisible to me… No answers to my voice or e-mails. I wonder if he’s out sick or something, as Tuan even says that he can’t get through to him. (That’s reassuring, as I would not want to think that he’s just dodging me.) Either way, I’m not going to be where I am now in 2 weeks… that much is assured. Taught Sappho how to knife-fight, should she need to. The Flick/slash/stab maneuver. handy handy.

Know what makes my day? Getting Maryland state quarters in my change. Makes me smile, it does.

Got bored, wondered who invented the fork. Found this place: The History of Eating Utensils. Kitchen Forks go back to the time of the Greeks, and had two times to help the cutting and serving of meat. Spoons have been used as eating utensils since Paleolithic times. It is most likely that prehistoric peoples used shells or chips of wood as spoons. Knives are totally old school. Prehistoric. Chopsticks were developed about 5,000 years ago in China. It is likely that people cooked their food in large pots which held heat for a long time, and hasty eaters then broke twigs off trees to retrieve the food. Travel Cutlery History of the Spork is quite dubious at best…a descendant of the runcible spoon.

DNA pioneer James Watson says that stupidity is a genetic disease that can — and should — be cured.

The New Scientist has the story.

Personally, I really doubt if that’s the case, but it’s an interesting idea. I’d wonder what traits (if any) would be suppressed at the cost of intelligence.

I find myself craving a potpie for lunch. I can’t recall the last time that I had one… Boston Market had some really tasty veggie potpies that smelled far more palatable thank their chicken. By the way… Regarding their creamed spinach… Just say no. The Parmesan creamed spinach is one of the worst vegetable side dishes ever seen. It’s got two-thirds of a day’s fat. You’d have to eat an order of meatloaf & gravy plus an order of ham and cinnamon apples to do as much damage to your heart. I don’t foresee myself ever having even a veggie potpie again, knowing how evil they are, nutritionally. If I ever go to the big BM again…. (I can’t get enough of food places that sound like taking a poop or a disease) I’ll get the dill new potatoes and herbed sweet corn, with a side of BBq Beans, just for the confirmation of BM. With some cornbread. Yum, good ol’ cornbread.

P U L P – I T: modernized pulp fiction art – a most excellent website! Original and brilliant. I’m adding this to my daily round.

Hmm.. I lost a large entry last night, due to a spontaneous reboot. Well, if the fates don’t want me to post my deep insights about McMillan and Wife vs. Columbo, then so be it.

Ah well… it’s about that time of day again, Dear Journal. I’ll see you on the flipside. Don’t take any candy from strangers.

Is it morning again? I’m still snoozy even after the hot shower ‘o doom.

Crispin Glover as Willard.… Well, there’s a perfect creepy fit, as far as I’m concerned.

Hey, Neat! Someone else has subscribed to my site using bloglet! 🙂 I’m now ranked #889 on the system there. 🙂

Via Astronomy Picture of the Day – The Term that Cracks me up is “Mysterious Repulsive Energy“. That’s an easy one… He works in the laser department. I haven’t given him a nickname yet, but I shall, now. MRE. (or Just Murray for Ease of Use)

I was up quite late reading and relaxing… took me a while to unwind, and just enjoy the day.

Implemented a search engine to my public entries- on my bio page. reworked it a little… it was getting too cluttered, plus, nobody clicked on a few of the links I had posted there.

Yikes… where does the time go? 11… must fly. Until later, dear journal.