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I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now…

I’ve been very blessed this last year or two. A strong case of the even stevens has hit me, which is much nicer than the constant pummeling I seemed to get in the years before that. I had a lousy decade from 1987-1997. Many foul things happened in that timespan, certainly more than is fair. I was a much more sinister person at the beginning of that time too… something I can be happy about is that I think I’m much nicer now, and suspect that in a large part it was because of those things I had to deal with. There’s still a few stinky things going on, but for the most part, life is good. I have a swell group of friends, my brother is in town, I’m self-sufficient, have recently met the most divine lady, have a swell little roommate in Newton, met some remarkably sweet and kind folks here, and the vast majority of bad influences on my life are elsewhere now. I’ve gotten more writing done, met quite a broad spectrum of people, all of whom taught me something of value… even if they might not have realised it.

Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin’ high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
“We’ll meet on edges, soon,” said I
Proud ‘neath heated brow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
‘m younger than that now.

Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
“Rip down all hate,” I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I’m younger than that now.

Girls’ faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizing politics
Of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists
Unthought of, though, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I’m younger than that now.

A self-ordained professor’s tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school
“Equality,” I spoke the word
As if a wedding vow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I’m younger than that now.

In a soldier’s stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I’d become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My pathway led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I’m younger than that now.

Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I’m younger than that now.

disney on my mind.

reminds me a bit of a few of you folks out here…

I dedicate this to kellie, darktrain, any other woodland or vacation needing folks… and especially to my sweetie…

The Great Outdoors Country Bear Jamboree

Alright, 1..2..3

If you’ve just been wishing ’bout going fishing and you’re still on the shore
Grab your cap and gear and meet us right here
We’ve got all kinds of fun in store
It’s time for a vacation, for some rest and relaxation.
Forget your cares, and join us bears
In the great outdoors
Ain’t nothing like the great outdoors to ease your soul.
Ain’t nothing like the great outdoors to keep you from growing old.
If your minds been hazy, and you’re feeling lazy and down on all fours
Then join us bears and suck up some air, in the great outdoors.
Us bears we do love nature and tramping through the woods
Us bears we do love fishing every hour if we could
Us bears we do love singing in country harmony
And if y’all won’t join us, we’ll chase you up a tree!

hmm…

I wonder how many people use lj as a personal journal, and how many more write for folks linked to them…. I’m pretty much the former, with a tinge of the latter, when I want attention. 🙂

Something I’d like to see… those of you that actually read this, and aren’t part of a weird dead link, could you post a hello in my journal? I’m going to trim the fat off of my friends list, and I don’t want to snip anyone who actually reads this stuff. A few more things are going to be going to private soon, and I’d like to give people the opportunity to jump on, or off now, before I break out the link knife.

thanks!

Ugh… mommy? 5 more minutes?

I’ve been back here at work for the past hour or so… behold scotto, lord of the walking dead. no coffee. No morning walk or workout, just straight to work! *stagger*

I’m hoping that the dearest one’s head is feeling better… Firing off good, happy, caring thoughts in her direction, and it’s making me more wakeful.

Hey! the roach coach! I haven’t seen that since I went to night shift… maybe coffee is close at hand. nope, but 2 pints of fresh oj will hit the spot. *note* do not get into the habit of skipping walks!

back to the grind. see you kids later.

poetry.

from that fateful day
when the stinking bits of slime
first crawled from the sea and shouted to the cold stars
“i am man”
our greatest threat has always been
the knowledge of our own mortality
but tonight
we shall hurl the gauntlet of science
into the frightful face of death itself
tonight
we shall ascend into the heavens
we shall mock the earthquake
we shall command the thunders
and penetrate into the living of womb of impervious nature, herself

— Gene Wilder
Young Frankenstein

There’s a chill in the air!

Woo… getting cool, down to 57 degrees Fahrenheit. I know one little orange cat who’ll be under the covers with me tonight!

I know that’s not much to you folks, but it’s a welcome change from yesterday, here!

I went through my old vhs collection, threw in a random access video, and watched something I haven’t seen in ages. The Dellon Godhead, one of my more dopey TV crossovers. The New Avengers/Doctor Who, to be exact. It’s kind of fun to see patsy from ABfab and Tom Baker (the one true dr who) in something that’s really badly written (even for 70’s british tv)… I’ve heard there was a Dr who/eastenders crossover, but haven’t seen it yet… fast forwarded to some classic mid-80’s cartoonage, the real ghostbusters.. I admire that igon has toben’s spirit guide on cd rom, and that cthulhu exists in the same universe with the sta-puft marshmallow man. Young Frankenstein is on now, and I should be in bed and asleep before it ends.

I’m a tired boy, and am going to bed now.

Gene Wilder is a god. He and Gilda must’ve been quite a beautiful pair.

doodoo

and one from willy wonka….that expresses how I feel about all the folks that link to me.

Wise men….

Woozy…

that’s how I feel. I just massively speed-ate a big pile of lo mein… and now I’m more full than I should be allowed to get.

I still want a nice slice of cherry pie, and a coffee, but not to eat. just to have. I’ll eat it later. Thanksgiving plans are interesting this year. Getting together with the little brother, at least for a little while, and maybe we’ll go out for chinese… or mexican. I wonder how busy mexican restaruants are on Turkey day?

I played with photoshop last night, and for the first time in ages did more than a minor photo-manipulation. I freehanded a picture and just fiddled with it until it looked neato to me. Thank you to the sweet girl who got me to playing in there again. *big lovey hug*. I think I’ll spend the next couple of days playing with that and the 3-d modeller program, perhaps create something graphic worth posting aside from bee-man and his amazing friends. 🙂

It looks like the picture switchy thing is working fine, too! How spiffy is that?

Just about done with work here, be back later on.