I made a custom icon set based on the hobo signs and symbols mentioned in this entry. I may end up moving them to a custom mood set instead, but for now, it all seems to be working out.

I also modified my journal so that folks can add tags to my entries. If you see something that qualifies for a tag while reading something, feel free to do it.. only I can add tags, but let me know if something could stand to get a new and improved one!

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Man, the shifts at the club are so different. Susie was there in a civilian capacity with her boyfriend and both were quite friendly, funny folk. I’d like to head back over there today while Susie is on duty, but I think I’m going to do a more standard walkabout instead. I stuck around from day to night shift… new girl on duty during the day, Candace and Julie has been working night shift for ages. Both were a joy to talk to.

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Moment of Lyric:

‘Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”

And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I’ll always do my best for her, on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm.
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”

Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved.
Try imagining a place where it’s always safe and warm.
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”

I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,
Poisoned in the bushes an’ blown out on the trail,
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”

Suddenly I turned around and she was standin’ there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”

Now there’s a wall between us, somethin’ there’s been lost
I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed.
Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn.
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”

Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much, it’s doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn.
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”

I’ve heard newborn babies wailin’ like a mournin’ dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love.
Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn?
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”

In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation an’ they gave me a lethal dose.
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn.
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”

Well, I’m livin’ in a foreign country but I’m bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor’s edge, someday I’ll make it mine.
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born.
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”

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A Goodyear blimp came crashing down in a thundering storm Thursday, knocking out power lines and electricity in nearby neighborhoods.

The two people aboard were briefly trapped inside while electrical crews cleared the site, authorities said. Neither the pilot nor co-pilot, the only people on board, was injured.

Employees at a nearby Red Lobster heard loud noises shortly before 7 p.m. and looked outside in time to see the 192-foot blimp drop slowly from the sky.

“It went right over our building and was making really loud noises,” said restaurant general manager Maryann Clark. The blimp came down tail-first, at a steep angle. “It looked like it was trying to land in our parking lot, but there are too many trees.”

The gray, blue and yellow blimp circled the area before ripping through power lines and crashing atop cars, vans and storage trailers in a secluded area of a corporate park near Sample Road and Coral Ridge Drive, several miles south of Palm Beach County.

The back half of the blimp rested deflating over a strand of trees while the front pointed in the air at a 45-degree angle, said Coral Springs police spokesman Mike Moser.

The booming sound from the downed transformers could still be heard several hours after the landing. Live power lines were still on the ground late Thursday.

Federal Aviation Administration and National Transportation Safety Board officials were investigating. Authorities said bad weather may have caused the crash.

The Goodyear blimp, known as The Stars & Stripes and based in Pompano Beach, is one of three the company operates throughout the United States, according to the rubber and tire company. Its other blimps are in Ohio and California.

At 59.5 feet tall and 50 feet wide, the Stars & Stripes holds 202,700 cubic feet of helium and weighs 12,840 pounds. It usually cruises at 35 mph and has a top speed of 50 mph.

“We’re grateful that there were no injuries on board or on the ground,” a Goodyear spokesman said in a statement.

The airship also is supported by a crew of 16, two base maintenance personnel and a public relations manager.

Goodyear’s connection with dirigibles dates back 80 years. It built the first one, the Pilgrim, in 1925 and quickly started using it as a public relations tool.

As one of its stunts, the airship landed on the roof of a downtown department store in Akron, Ohio, to deliver tires and flew to the 1933 World’s Fair in Chicago.

Poor Ol’ stars & Stripes… I loved seeing it flying around overhead while I was on walkabout in Fort Lauderdale and Pompano.

Some past pictures in print room. not sure if my cookie is needed to view ’em
from no-nose’s place / From the Laundromat

On cool nights, when I had my windows open in Pompano, I could hear it flying overhead. I was delighted to find that my new apartment was also on the flight path of the Stars and Stripes.

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1 year ago – slow email, drunken sailor song, testing remote palm broadcast, running away, nice letter of thanks

2 years ago – creaky knee, infrared zoo (Graypumpkin’s first visit?), remote cpu destruction of file-sharers, tiny robots, ghetto fries

3 years ago – tiling my current place, chocolate doughnuts, happy pill, instinct of awareness, how to make a smoke bomb

4 years ago – Evil News, blimpies heroin story, poop-poll

5 years ago – no-thang