7408 – oye como va

Seldom are people as deep as they might appear to me. I suspect the same goes for the shallows, but sometimes, it’s very easy to believe otherwise.


Aside from “the Grouch”, I can’t recall having met an Oscar that wasn’t bald or balding.


Intel quietly adds DRM to new chips


Getting into Santana — Santana: Legacy Edition. Very keen. He’s in concert tomorrow night, but I’m not up for the journey to and from AAArena in Miami on a work night.


Nice things about yesterday:

  • MONDAY! DAY OFF!
  • Had my hair braided by MP, who was terribly affectionate.
  • Redeemed my Free Lunch! Yum. I’m a freak, who got a big ol’ fruit platter and french fries.
  • Had my full-beard admired and got my lap sat on by MP, as well.
  • Was told that I have a standing invite to visit Columbia and stay with MP while she’s down there. (Not that I could really go, but the offer is sweet, and sincere.)
  • Many hugs and kisses. She quizzed me about a few things in Spanish, and every time I got one right, I got a kiss. There’s some incentive! I’m pretty good at rolling my R’s now, too.

Not as great things :

  • I tried a Sake Martini. *shudder*. I just don’t like most hard Liquor. Rum punches are generally the exception. Apparently This was made with Waka-Sake, a pre-mixed vodka/sake nasty.
  • Mzk blew off for parts west without really answering my calls or following up on some plans we had. Annoying, but not unexpected.
  • MP is off to Columbia in a week. Humbug. I’ll make every effort to see more of her before she goes… not sure if that’s setting myself up for self-torture or not. I do know that I’ll enjoy myself while she’s here.
  • MP is still a little jealous/territorial about me around Em. That’s flattering but unquieting at the same time.

Random MP factoid – birthday is Aug 10 (Leo) – Chinese zodiac –Fire Horse (I’m an Aquarius and an Earth Monkey)

Miyah is doing a great Job as Mzk’s replacement, and Melissa is a very good replacement for Marissa.

All the barstaff are very kind to me, and I can’t buy a Diet Coke… the’y ll keep my filled up on fountain stuff. I still tip well, to be nice, though.


DJ Shir Kan and Party Ben make some fun mash-ups.

Gorillaz vs. Cake – “Never Feel Good” is a fun little ditty, especially if you’re familiar with the sources.


Rywalt is right. All of the characters in Lost are in Zork. The whole show is one giant text adventure game.


I wonder what permanent changes my life will make in the grand scheme of things. Have Taught anyone anything? Implemented some behavior that will continue to make a difference?

I’d like to have some way of looking at a person, and getting a “residual effect” analysis on them. How much goodwill have they passed along? Where did it go from there?

Maybe little glowing white streaks or lines connecting to others…. like chain lightening. I imagine some people would be utterly blotted out by a dazzling nimbus of positivity. Some old schoolteacher, maybe. I’d like to run that sort of analysis on myself… just to see how much I’ve contributed to the lives of my friends.

Newt and I would have a big ol’ tendril or two going back and forth between us, I’m sure.

Even a Santa-style list would be nice. Flip through, looking at names, seeing who you remembered touching in some way, and seeing where that same energy splintered off to other folks.


Ask a fish head anything you want to. They won’t answer, they can’t talk.


How The Chipmunk Got His Stripes / A Native American Legend – Nation Unknown

Long ago when animals could talk, a bear was walking along. Now it has always been said that bears think very highly of themselves. Since they are big and strong, they are certain that they are the most important of the animals.

As this bear went along turning over big logs with his paws to look for food to eat, he felt very sure of himself. “There is nothing I cannot do,” said this bear.

“Is that so?” said a small voice. Bear looked down. There was a little chipmunk looking up at Bear from its hole in the ground.

“Yes,” Bear said, “that is true indeed.” He reached out one huge paw and rolled over a big log. “Look at how easily I can do this. I am the strongest of all the animals. I can do anything. All the other animals fear me.”

“Can you stop the sun from rising in the morning?” said the Chipmunk.

Bear thought for a moment. “I have never tried that,” he said. “Yes, I am sure I could stop the sun from rising.”

“You are sure?” said Chipmunk.

“I am sure,” said Bear. “Tomorrow morning the sun will not rise. I, Bear, have said so.” Bear sat down facing the east to wait.

Behind him the sun set for the night and still he sat there. The chipmunk went into its hole and curled up in its snug little nest, chuckling about how foolish Bear was. All through the night Bear sat. Finally the first birds started their songs and the east glowed with the light which comes before the sun.

“The sun will not rise today,” said Bear. He stared hard at the glowing light. “The sun will not rise today.”

However, the sun rose, just as it always had. Bear was very upset, but Chipmunk was delighted. He laughed and laughed.

“Sun is stronger than Bear,” said the chipmunk, twittering with laughter. Chipmunk was so amused that he came out of his hole and began running around in circles, singing this song:

“The sun came up, The sun came up. Bear is angry, But the sun came up.”
While Bear sat there looking very unhappy, Chipmunk ran around and around, singing and laughing until he was so weak that he rolled over on his back. Then, quicker than the leap of a fish from a stream, Bear shot out one big paw and pinned him to the ground.

“Perhaps I cannot stop the sun from rising,” said Bear, “but you will never see another sunrise.”

‘Oh, Bear,” said the chipmunk. “oh, oh, oh, you are the strongest, you are the quickest, you are the best of all of the animals. I was only joking.” But Bear did not move his paw. “Oh, Bear,” Chipmunk said, “you are right to kill me, I deserve to die. Just please let me say one last prayer to Creator before you eat me.”

“Say your prayer quickly,” said Bear. “Your time to walk the Sky Road has come!”

“Oh, Bear,” said Chipmunk, “I would like to die. But you are pressing down on me so hard I cannot breathe. I can hardly squeak. I do not have enough breath to say a prayer. If you would just lift your paw a little, just a little bit, then I could breathe. And I could say my last prayer to the Maker of all, to the one who made great, wise, powerful Bear and the foolish, weak, little Chipmunk.

“Bear lifted up his paw. He lifted it just a little bit. That little bit, though, was enough. Chipmunk squirmed free and ran for his hole as quickly as the blinking of an eye. Bear swung his paw at the little chipmunk as it darted away. He was not quick enough to catch him, but the very tips of his long claws scraped along Chipmunk’s back leaving three pale scars.

To this day, all chipmunks wear those scars as a reminder to them of what happens when one animal makes fun to another.


1 year ago – Memorial day, hell in miniature, new mouse, zombie, quiet day, little house

2 years ago – comment screening, monty burns, ch-57, silly newt, matrix reloaded explanation

3 years ago – Prezzies and rain, springer, peanut butter soda, tempestmir introduces Newt to Newt. LRsetup program crashes out, sleeping Friday five

4 years ago – pervicacious, time changes, Mikey passes away, walkies, Hubris and Gnosis, heh yuh dun?, evil news

5 years ago – polytron, country music

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