IMT is no more… It’s now FMM. Most folks still have jobs, but everyone had to fill out new employment forms. Hourly people lost sick days, but that seems to be the only change of note, aside from my having paychecks from two different locations and banks. Cashing ’em both will be a pain. In News of a similar vein, they may put me back on 4pm to Midnight. Plus side of that, more solitary time, no annoying Boss or Diana; Mornings open to get things done. (Laundry, look for another job, etc)

I had a lovely talk with my sweetie tonight…saving grace…also happy to know that she’s feeling better. 🙂

lactivist, noun
An activist who promotes breast-feeding over the use of infant formula.

Does anyone use the term ‘pizza parlor’ in casual conversation anymore? I found myself thinking… “I’d like to go with my sweetie to a pizza parlor”. What am I, one of the archies?

Old TV slogans in my head…

“The incredible, edible egg.”

By….. Mennon.

Na-Bi-Sco… *ding*

I can bring home the bacon… fry it up in a pan… and nevvvanevva make you forget you’re a mann… ‘Cause I’m a woooman, Enjole!

Hey, Kool-Aide! OH YEAHHHHH!

Here comes wrangler. He’s one tough customer, he knows what he likes when he sees it… Wra-hang-gler!

And they call it…. CHAR-lee….

*watched wayyyyy too much tv as a boy.

ok, that’s out of my system now.

oh, one more….

It’s the New zoo review… coming right at you! – listen – New Zoo Revue Closing Theme Music

I know about bacteria. I know about viruses, sort of. But what are prions? I’ve been reading about them in connection with mad cow disease, and I gather that they’re some new kind of germ, and that someone got a Nobel Prize for discovering them. But that’s about it. Maybe I’m just getting old, but what the heck–bacteria and viruses weren’t good enough? We need some new kind of high-tech bug that sounds like you make it by pelting muons with bosons in the Tevatron?
Continue reading straight dope – What’s the story on prions, which supposedly cause mad cow disease? →

obsequy (OB-se-kwee) noun

A funeral rite or ceremony.

[Middle English obsequie, from Middle French, from Medieval Latin obsequiae,
alteration (influenced by Latin exsequiae, funeral rites) of Latin obsequia,
plural of obsequium, compliance.]

…things of lasting quality, I am all the time looking around for ideas. I study reports, file information… make preparations. Life’s more than evil news, words of the day, or the occasional wacky link, even though that’s been the extent of what I’ve been posting lately. The quizzes are fun, and help me see what people who like me are like. (Our opinions aren’t always shared, but at least we can usually be civil… downright kind to each other. I like that.

I want to write a long story. Something my sweetheart can illustrate. Something we can birth together… give life to. A child formed of literature and visual art. The sum of us both as a single being.

But what to write about? Life during childhood? Butterflies? Fears? Love? All together, in some massive mishmash of concepts and plot?

Heck, I don’t know. I do know that I want to create something. Something with her. To me, there’s something amazingly special about the girl I love. She know so many things, a delightful mistress of trivia, and knowledge that is useful too. I think she’ll be my consultant on any health, plant, craft, web or womanly thing for future stories.

I need to go to bed… body is very tired.

I’ve just polished off another minor contract, a dentist’s office wanted a modification to the database they were using. quick job, I almost feel guilty for charging them. 2 hours, 45 minutes…most of it ado research.

I’ve been thinking of my sweetie sleeping as I work. It’s very comforting to me to know she’s sleeping, hopefully having peaceful dreams. I turn my head and half expect to see her visage there, turned, facing my workspace, with a sleeping look of calm. It makes bed altogether to appealing… to join her, cradle her in my arms, and drift to my own slumber… sharing dreams with her there.

Well, that’s it. I’m on it. See you kids in the morning. I inserted the poll earlier.

very interesting performance benchmarks on ms sql schtuff and ado:

So the message is clear. If you are going to use ADO, then if the database is Jet then use the Open and Addnew methods to insert records. If the database is SQL Server, use INSERT INTO statements.
sometimes i wish i had 4 monitors instead of 2. i wonder if that would make me more efficient or less efficient.

on second thought… I dont want monitors.. I want THIS!!

There’s a cartoon by the incredibly brilliant Gahan Wilson, from his book of the same name, in which a man stares around him at the people worshipping the signs saying “Nothing” and the cathedrals erected with the word “Nothing” on them, in glowing bright lights.

“Is Nothing sacred?” he asks.

“Monkeys learn sign language so they can tell the dolphins they love them.”

End random babble from the back of the skull.

little red monkey is still going through my head, but I like it. I’m *finally* home from work, scratching hard at the pile of work that built as I came in late today. Had a productive, if stifling hot morning seeking apartments. I didn’t take Danny out for breakfast, but we did get smoothies and sammiches to go at the grove, to eat while we seeked. two excellent prospects, and I think I might’ve been discriminated against… I suspect one of the people I asked about renting from thought that Dan & I were boyfriends. (we were finisihng each other’s sentences, and asking about a one bedroom apartment). Ack. Well, if he discriminates, I don’t want to rent from him anyway, even if he’s wrong. It’s also amazing to me how many places hold a cat as a deal breaker for a rental. An unexpected upside of Dan’s visit… he brought me prezzies!

An action figure of Big Guy and Rusty, the little boy robot!

and,the DVD of Tank girl, a movie that I enjoy, but would never, ever buy for myself… totally unexpected, and I’m delighted to get presents.

I didn’t get much good talk time with Dan, though… or if I did, I can’t remember what we talked about… I hope to see him again before school starts back up for him. We usually have really great, thought provoking conversations. Ah well, maybe I’ll remember more after my sleep.

For No reason at all –

Natural Predators of Man
Mako Sharks
Lions
Organized bands of Criminal Lobsters
Chihuahuas
Scotsmen
Hummel Figurines
The Kiwanis
Tigers
Tiger Woods
The Soul Consuming Ghost of Phil Hartman
Grizzly Bears
Sea Monkeys
Teamsters
Smurfs
Naugahyde
Young Republicans
Mexican Wrestlers (Luchadores)
Rogue Legos
Ceiling Fans
Pirhana

Little Red Monkee!… Thanks . I’m singing this now.

edit 6/14/2003- that link is now dead. This one still works, though!

Little Red Monkee!…

I just saw this in the bathroom –

“Staff are requested not to use the eye patches in this first-aid kit to impersonate ‘pirates’ or other characters. They are for medical use only.”
Notice taped to the side of a first aid box

Man, I’ll just have to bring mine from home. I didn’t know I was allowed to do that at all!

YO HO! Yarr!

My face has been scraped, the body soaped, steamed, pressed and rubbed. A healthy poop evacuated, and a breakfast composed of french toast, juice and coffee is due in about an hour. (I’ve decided to reward Danny for driving me all over creation by buying him breakfast before we get down to brass tacks.) I’m playing milk ring fetch with Newtie… he didn’t want to snuggle this morning, too much in pounce-mode. I don’t know why he gave up on paperwads, but I’m really happy he resumed milk rings and twist-ties.

Going to seek out apartments before work. I really hope something avails itself to me today.

a bone from allen ginsberg’s skeleton is used to hammer a dulcimer. the resulting notes heal a sad bird that had fallen into a crippling cycle of narcissism after weighing its own talon.

sui generis soo-eye-JEN-ur-us; soo-ee-, adjective:
Being the only example of its kind; constituting a class of its own; unique.

Sui generis is from Latin, literally meaning “of its own kind”: sui, “of its own” + generis, genitive form of genus, “kind.”

Dedicated to my darling, who is most certainly a sui generis woman… and I love her for it.