“Next time some eight foot tall, wild-eyed maniac taps the back of your favorite head up against the bar room wall and asks you if you’ve paid your dues, well, you just do what ol’ Jack Burton always does at a time like that. You stare that sucker right back in the eye. ‘Have you paid your dues, Jack?’ ‘Yes sir, the check is in the mail.'”
Miami Beach Rescue reported rip currents ongoing at the beaches this morning. Two to four foot north swells, north to northeast winds at 20 knots, and a mid afternoon low tide will produce a high risk of rip currents to swimmers at the beaches of Miami-Dade, Broward, and Palm Beach counties today.
A high risk of rip currents means that strong rip currents are likely. Stay out of the surf. The surf is dangerous for all levels of swimmers. Even those using boogie boards are urged to use extreme caution.
A rip current is a 10 to 30 yard wide channel of water that can pull even a strong swimmer from near or inside The Sand Bar into deeper water. If caught in the seaward pull of a rip current do not attempt to move directly toward shore. Instead, move sideways across the rip current until the pull eases. If you insist on entering the water, only do so at guarded beaches.
Free form, typed as I woke –
Dreamt that I was in an office building with my mother and brother… it might’ve been a courthouse. There were some demo computers there that looked sort of like a cross between architectural tubes and lunch boxes… when I tried one, it took my picture, and printed it out on cheesy heat-transfer paper, the width of a cash register receipt. I put it back down, kept the printout, and noticed it was running Unix, but only had 201k of memory. The card next to it stated that “201k is more than sufficient for all utilities except for more demanding games.” I called shenanigans on it, and walked away, my family having vanished. I got a sense of being pursued, so I began to run for the escalators. It turned out that they were “kids toy escalators” or something, because they were brightly colored, and narrower than my foot. I slid down a ramp-like jut next to it, and leapt to my feet ( noticed that I was wearing my long lost, much worn steel-toed combat boots), knowing somehow that my pursuers were close behind. There were some glass doors in my way, and for whatever reason instead of just opening them up, I smashed through them with a suddenly handy aluminum baseball bat. I went running down the empty street (far more freely than I would in waking time, I’m forced to admit) turning cartwheels and yelling to the tops of buildings for them to “come and get me!”
And then I got shot in the shoulder. Painless, thankfully in dream time, but I was knocked to the ground and had a large wet spot on the right side, just below the collarbone. I picked out the bullet, and it was shiny and covered with red paisley pattens engraved on the side.
And then I woke up and typed it here. My shoulder is whole, and not sore.
I wake, wondering which side of a Cyclops’s eye he cries out of… is the tear duct on the left or the right? both?
Old news for most, but LJ doubled our photo hosting quota from 50 to 100 meg! Ho ho ho!
Laurie Hogin’s Scary Fuzzy Critters They’ll give a person nightmares.
Nifty Explanation of the 12 days of Christmas
1 Corinthians 13:13
There was an insane amount of wind out yesterday… for some reason, that makes me very happy. I hope for more of the same today.
I’ve been wandering random sections of LJ here and there… man, there are *redundant* communities for everyone. I sniff around art nouveau communities, and linked to them are three different “nazi fetish” groups. Eek. Careful of wandering off of the path, some dragons out there. But I did also find this Neato LJViz thingum – It randomly places your friend’s names around the screen placing those that have more interests in common closer to the middle of the screen and using a larger font.
Also does the reverse of placing your interests randomly around the screen with those that are shared with more friends closer to the middle of the screen and using a larger font.
Mexican City Bans Indoor Nudity Continue reading 7091 – Third Day of Christmas (Mm.. I want French toast)