Anyway, I hear the expression ‘eats like a bird’–is really a fals- fals- falsity. Because birds really eat a tremendous lot. But I don’t really know anything about birds. My hobby is stuffing things–you know–taxidermy. And I guess I’d just rather stuff birds because I hate the look of beasts when they’re stuffed–you know, foxes and chimps. Some people even stuff dogs and cats–but, oh, I can’t do that. I think only birds look well stuffed because–well, because they’re kind of passive to begin with.

RPG Games of the past I’d like to have been a part of… that’s the sort of gaming I’d enjoy as a one or two-shot.

The Auditioners: References Available Upon Request: When Fair City’s top hero team disappears, only two words come to the minds of the other heroes—Job
Openings. Do you have what it takes to roleplay yourself into the big time? Enjoy lighthearted adventure along the lines of Mystery Men or The Tick.

TV Squad: The Visitors Are Our Friends: Will even the combined efforts of Manimal, Isis, The Greatest American Hero, The Master, and The Bionic Man be enough to stop the aliens of V? Enjoy a six-hour romp through the history of television history. Role-playing and a sense of humor are a must.

Justice Society vs. Godzilla: This six-hour game premiered at Gen Con 1999. In 1945, with Japan still reeling from defeat in World War II, an atomic monster attacks. Who is behind this giant lizard and how can they be stopped? Characters and impressive twist tie miniatures will be provided.

Forever Young 8: The Darkseid of Retirement: If you thought DC’s golden age heroes like Red Bee, Air Wave, and Doll Man were under-powered in their prime, imagine them 40 years later. A sense of humor and knowledge of DC’s golden age will be your only weapons. OK Apocalypse Here We Come!

Cereal Killers: Debuting Gen Con 1998, this game became a classic of the cereal icons as super hero genre. Play the part of Tony the Tiger, the Trix Rabbit, or other cereal icons on the trail of a cereal killer. This game requires a sense of humor.

Some of my fave Super-types I played at one point or another…

Greenpeace – 1960’s game, with a budding hippie taking on the new mantle of green lantern… (His powers were from the golden age’s GL, so instead of yellow being his weakness, it was wood, and all forms of plant life… his romantic interest was a ‘budding’ Pamela Isley…)

Le Grenouelle – Z-squad ‘it takes a thief’ style game… Convicted French Jewel thief who could shape-shift into a giant frog. (Ok.. not very ethnically sensitive… but it was fun.. he talked like Maurice Chevalier, and had quite a way with his teammates… one of his sidekicks was played by my pal Danny… a were-weasel who acted like a spastic Joe Pesci. Kathleen played an Icy-girl, and I don’t remember the other characters very well, because those guys stole the show…memory-wise)

Trism – Farm-boy Kidnapped by aliens during the attack on Grover’s mill in 1938, returned to earth, 50 years later, with the ability to teleport due to experiments… Most fun having a person from the ’30s adjust to the late ’80s and early 90’s… He hooked up with a fun group, Kyoko, a selectively desolid martial artist (only her hands and feet were solid when fighting, Leroy the Vet NPC (we assumed/ played at that he knew all the skills we didn’t have, because he was in ‘Nam… Think Rambo skills in a one-handed Danny Glover body)

There were others, but those three stand out as among the most fun… miniMAX, the scientist weirdness magnet who could shrink to mere inches and grow to a few stories tall, Piston, the private-eye/bionic man.. (who turned out to be just a machine), Zero, a man made completely of water, who could control other liquids telekinetically and raise/lower temperature.. (he could only pick things up if he froze his hands… had fish that lived inside of him)… Parabola, the only sane leader of Zero’s team… he was strong, and had amazing leaps… son of a rubber man, (like plastic man, or reed richards) he couldn’t stretch, but was incredibly resilient.

“And then, a butterfly landed on the gun, and changed the settings from kill to Loooove, baby…” – Barry from Angry Beavers. Got to love that guy.. 🙂 On a Johnny Cash vibe today, (all week to a degree), not sure why… started with trying to do ring of fire…Thanks to moonmama for the link to marbles another nifty puzzle-game related to bejeweled and alchemy.

Thanks Vanessa for the Virtual Crack rock!

Well, I’m off to IHOP, to get some breakfast, it only being 5 PM… *hungry*….more substance to follow food…

Another bible quote from the galloping agnostic…

Love is
is not rude,
it is not self seeking,
it is not easily angered,
it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil
but rejoices in truth.
It always protects,
always trusts,
always hopes,
always perseveres.

1 Corinthians 13:5&6

Hi Kids! Happy ’01, and all that. Had a wonderful time today, spent every waking hour with Ornj. What a spiffy gal… I’m freshly in awe of her daily. Smart, funny, sensual… I’m most fortunate to know her, and to share in her time… *happy sigh* Drank a bit tonight… two beers and some rum & cokes, on an empty stomach…

some resolutions…on New Year’s day 2001

128×48, the graphic resolution of the original TRS-80
160×160, PalmOS devices in their original PDA form factor
640×480, sometimes colloquially called VGA, since it was the big advance brought by IBM’s introduction of VGA
800×600, casually referred to as SVGA, the comdort zone on a 15-inch CRT
1024×768, generally said to be XGA. Much liked on a 17-inch CRT
1152×864, which is about as much as most people can stand on a 17-inch CRT
1280×1024, generally considered optimal on a 19-inch CRT
1600×1200, graphic design sweet spot, at least until something better than a 21-inch, 72 dpi CRT goes mainstream

God’s Bullet – takes place in New Orleans, but it happens all the time in South Florida too..

Planet of the Apes update – some pictures…

Too tired to post more of what I’m thinking… talk to you kids later.

Dang, it’s still chilly in here…going to wrap up in a nice warm blanket or two, and get some comforting hot tea with lemon… not in a honey mood… I have a case of the nibbles, but there’s nothing of food value in the house. Maybe I’ll go get something after Angry Beavs. (or hopefully by then the hungries will have passed.)

*hugs Kitty for warmth, while watching the tube*

Spent some quality time with Danny yesterday. Saw the Dungeons & Dragons movie… was expecting a ‘2’ out of 10. Got it. It was bad, but a fun sort of bad… as we had the theatre to ourselves, Danny and I felt free to mock it heartily. Bad Acting. Bad Writing. Bad Directing, bad sound balance, pretty ok special effects. Convoluted storyline, and a wacky ending that made little sense. I played D&D back in the day, (1978-1984) and it was entertaining to see a few bones tossed to the gamer crowd. Nifty arbitrary shot of a beholder, and dimension door spell… things that surprised me were the number of Star Wars thematic rips, and the cheapness of the props and costuming… very cheesy. I can’t in good faith reccomend the film, and it probably won’t get much airplay once it hits cable/network availability.

Picked up some new shoes at the Birk store – fresh sandals, and some long overdue dress shoes. (the better to interview with, my dear…) afterwards, we hit the comic shop, to look for belated presents for Doug. Turns out the guy that owns the store is someone I worked at the bookstore with, back when I was in school! (it’s odd, I seem to keep bumping into him, the last time I saw him was in ’96, with Danny again, when he was working as a manager of a Kenny Rogers’ Roasters.) It’s weird, he’s seen me in a few permutations… sullen working scholar, putting myself through school, goofy mountain-man guy, just starting a gig as a programmer with full beard, looking like grizzley adams, and trimmed down hippie guy, with just a goatee…. styles change, as life goes by… didn’t sleep much last night, tried putting myself to snooze, but it took about 3 hours for me to drift to sleep. Newt was nestled in close, as it got pretty chilly out last night… plenty of warm spots for the baby, though… top of the TV, two monitors, and the cablebox, not to mention a good lap. 🙂

In case I don’t see anyone later today or tomorrow, I want to wish all my LJ brethren a fantastic new year, and express my hopes that peace and comfort come to you all.

Got a date to watch Spongebob Squarepants with Ornj… *whee* 🙂

*sings –

Scotto: Are ya ready kids?
LJ boys & girls: Aye, Aye captain!
Scotto:I can’t heeeaaar yooouuu!
LJ boys & girls:AYE, AYE CAPTAIN!
Scotto:oooooooooooo………
Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?
LJ boys & girls:Sponge Bob Square Pants!
Scotto:Absorbent and yellow and porous is he.
LJ boys & girls:Sponge Bob Square Pants!
Scotto:If nautical nonsense be somethin’ ya wish.
LJ boys & girls:Sponge Bob Square Pants!
Scotto:Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish.
LJ boys & girls:Sponge Bob Square Pants!
Scotto:Ready?
All:Sponge Bob Square Pants,
Sponge Bob Square Pants,
Sponge Bob Square Pants,
Sponge Booob Square Paaants!

Scotto: Ah Ha Ha, Ha Ha Ha, Ha, hArgh wh..arire..Ha arrrigh.

Back from Hanging with Danny. More on that, later.

thought for today – “Better to light a candle, than to curse the darkness.”

I have a request… Today, tell someone you love that you love them…. Thanks.

twinstar dropped me as a friend….I wonder why? too many wordy postings perhaps? ah well, I still quite enjoy her posts and will continue to read them that be public. Getting together with Danny tomorrow… 9 am to about 6 pm. Shopping, maybe a little drinking, and shooting the breeze. One of the last chances before he goes on summer vacation, really. Going to get new shoes, a hard drive, and about 4 beers, I feel. (plus get Danny something for his Birthday, poor shmoe was born within 2 weeks of Christmas. He should celebrate birthday or Christmas in August, methinks.) Spent some wonderful time with Ornj tonight… 🙂 *sigh of happiness* Maybe I can squeak in some aoK in too, to make the night perfect…

Recently Finished Book –
‘The Calcutta Chromosome: A Novel of Fevers, Delirium and Discovery‘, by Amitav Ghosh.

Set in India, the book is about the ‘secret history’ behind the discovery of the malaria vaccine. There’s an Indian cult for whom secrecy is not only a need, is also one of their key beliefs: They are convinced that the act of revealing information means that same information is changed. So certain information can be revealed in a certain way, to generate specific changes. And their big secret is a bizarre form of immortality, a sort of ‘memory transfer’ using a mutated malaria parasite to backup and rewrite neural structures.

The entire novel is written like a puzzle: Pieces of info are revealed in different times to different characters; by the end of the novel, the main characters – and the reader – understand the whole picture, or at least, the part of the picture they were supposed to understand. The book is rather good (though once finished, a second read may be needed (to fully understand the plot) and I recommend it heartily.

All You Need Is Love
By John Lennon and Paul McCartney
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.

There’s nothing you can do that can’t be done.
Nothing you can sing that can’t be sung.
Nothing you can say, but you can learn how to play the game,
It’s easy.

Nothing you can make that can’t be made.
No one you can save that can’t be saved
Nothing you can do, but you can learn how to be you in time,
It’s easy.

All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.

All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.

There’s nothing you can know that isn’t known.
Nothing you can see that isn’t shown.
Nowhere you can be, that isn’t where you’re meant to be,
It’s easy.

from straight dope –

How does my nose produce so much snot so fast when I have a cold?

As is true of all God’s creation, mucus is good for you. No doubt you could stand to have a little less of it at times, but this shouldn’t decrease our esteem for a fluid that is only trying to defend us against germs, dust, and other foreign matter. Evidently, since you got a cold, this defense against germs wasn’t entirely successful. But the mucus is trying. You might show a little appreciation.

Under normal circumstances–that is, when you don’t have a cold–nasal mucus is part of the system by which your body conditions “inspired air.” (Inspired air is the term doctors use for inhaled air. They could just say “inhaled,” but inspired has a much more elegant ring.) The air swirls through your nasal passages and gets warmed up. Meanwhile the dust and whatnot strikes the mucus-lined sides and sticks. Or to put it more technically, it strikes the mucus-lined ciliated epithelium of the posterior nasopharynx and . . . well, I guess “sticks” is not the word you want to use in this context. Adheres, let’s say. The cilia (little hairs) and mucus then transport the debris to the rear of the mouth, whence you can hawk it up. This is called postnasal drip. Another of life’s little annoyances that you ought to be grateful for.

As I say, the above mechanism is not a foolproof antimicrobial defense, and sometimes you get a cold. Your mucus then kicks into overdrive in an attempt to shed the virus or whatever bad thing it is you’ve got. Sometimes the mucus succeeds, at least to the point where you can continue to breathe through your nose. Sometimes it doesn’t and your nose plugs up, and the infection takes root in your sinuses, producing the dreaded green globs and making you sound like your head was whittled from a potato. You think this is better than having a runny nose? I think not. Sorry if I sound like I’m dumping on you, but I’m trying to put matters in perspective. Your problem isn’t the mucus, it’s the germs.

The reason you have a seemingly inexhaustible supply of mucus when suffering from a cold is that the mucus-producing cells lining your nasal cavity extract the stuff mostly from your blood, of which needless to say you have a vast supply. The blood transports the raw materials (largely water) from other parts of the body. Fluid from your blood diffuses through the capillary walls and into the cells and moments later winds up in your handkerchief. (This process isn’t unique to mucus; blood is the highway for most of your bodily fluids.) Incidentally, you produce less mucus than you may think. One experiment showed that on the peak day of a cold the average person produces about 14 grams of drippings, or roughly half an ounce.

Another question I’m asked from time to time is, what’s the chemical formula for snot? (Listen, I’ve heard worse.) I have no definite answer to this. Ninety-five percent of mucus is H2O, while the remainder is protein, carbohydrate, lipids, and miscellaneous, the proportions and nature of which vary. I found some discussion in the medical literature about what makes mucus, um, stringy, but figured this was something you’d just as soon not know.

Finally, I came across an article entitled “Effects of Drinking . . . Chicken Soup on Nasal Mucus Velocity.” About time somebody researched this. The article says the “Jewish penicillin” (authors’ term) is indeed salubrious, although only for half an hour, largely because the healing vapors penetrate the nasal passages and loosen things up. So eat your chicken soup already; mama was right all along.

Be nice. Noodles are nice. If they can do it, so can we.
Be firm. Noodles (cooked properly) are firm. If they can do it, so can we.
Be resilient. Noodles are resilient. If they can do it, so can we.
Be nourishing. Noodles are nourishing…

Today went reasonably well, all told, barring the LJ being wonky still. Had an early lunch with Danny, we exchanged loot. (He got Newtie a Tigger to play with, and for me, a Dexter’s Lab Remote controlled robot. somehow I suspect Newt’ll be messing more with the ‘bot.) We went to Starlight, and I had a yummy black bean burger, and a big honking burger…Danny and I got caught up, he’s been so busy with school and the wife…. Poor guy’s pretty much just been keeping his head above water, socially and financially. He needs to get more R&R time in, but I fear that the wife won’t give him time to decompress much… Ah well, he’ll get it together, and hopefully I’ll be along for the ride sometime this week… his next time off isn’t until easter, then summer. The life of a teacher… Arrived at work barely on time. Work went as usual, and got to talk with Ornj for a too-short while this eve. (I had to work extra hard, and she was busy with other things too.

Good things that happened today –

Visited with Dan.
Made a bootleg copy of Kev’s Boston Blackie/ Philip Marlowe MP3, I’ll be back in Noir-style writing in no time. 🙂
Pickles Returned to work, gave me a ride home. Poor gal has the Froggiest throat… apparently she’s been croaky since Christmas.
Talked a bit with Ornj, and she pointed me to a nifty game on MSN – bejeweled
Tucked my sweetie into bed, and think I’ll be dreaming of her shortly.

Not much bad happened today, save for trouble connecting to the net when I got home tonight.

Oh, the glory that is payday tomorrow. Still have a few ducats left over from Christmas, and will probably pick myself up a present too… A new perf for the big machine, hard drive, or an optical mouse… (maybe both… 🙂 ) Contemplating getting a GPS for my palm… I don’t travel much, but it looks like a fun doodad.

I plan on doing a lot of writing this weekend… something a little hard boiled, and a vibe from the ’40s, I suspect. Going to shoot for 3 short stories by 2001… better boogie. Maybe more of Mitch and Sally. I like them.

My eyeballs are getitng a bit scorched, and I wish I could read the entries of my friends… again, the seizures of the net forbid me from reading the hubbub of my friends… Ah well.. it’s not to be, tonight. I hope eveyone is home, safe and comfy in bed.

Little Known Factoid:
Five Jell-O flavors that flopped: celery, coffee, cola, apple, and chocolate.

And a bunch of other stuff about noodles. (Not really, I would have included it if there were.)

Since Hiroshima and Nagasaki, the use of nuclear weapons in war has
been prevented but there have been consistent outbreaks of crisis in
which their use was a possibility. The following list summarizes past
incidents in which the United States contemplated the possibility of
using nuclear weapons.

• 1946, March – Deployment of Soviet Army to Iran
• 1946, November – Shooting down of US plane by Yugoslavia
• 1948, January – Inauguration of a new Uraguayan President
• 1948, Apr-Jun – Sealing off of West Berlin by Soviet Union
• 1950, June – Break-out of war in Korea
• 1953, August – Deterioration of Korean War
• 1954, Apr-May – Offer to supply French in Vietnam w/ A-bomb
• 1954, May – Guatemala chooses pro-Soviet policy
• 1945, August – China’s liberation of Taiwan
• 1958, July – Iraq military coup and Taiwan Strait crisis
• 1959, May – Berlin issue
• 1961, June – Berlin issue
• 1962, October – Cuban missile crisis
• 1968, January – Seizure of USS Pueblo by North Korea
• 1968, February – Vietnam War (Battle of Quesan)
• 1969, November – Intensification of Vietnam War
• 1970, September – Invasion of Jordan by Syria
• 1973, October – Desire to halt 4th Middle-East War
• 1980, January – Desire to halt Iran Crisis
• 1991, January – Anticipation of chemical weapons use by Iraq in Persian Gulf War

“I contradict myself? Very well, I contradict myself; I contain multitudes”

—–Walt Whitman

And so does everyone else.

I get out early! So long work! Seeya at home!

Listening to a Bob Dylan song called ‘Desolation Row’.

At midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Go out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do.

Inspired to listen by the little icon there… rereading ‘The Watchmen’… it’s a fine bit of stuff, and it’s been about 4 years since I’ve last thumbed through… a lot of interesting currents run through it. The concept of time especially is an interesting one… not one I care to share. (All things have happened, and we’re just viewing it from one perspective… fate is set… digging up a quote now) “Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every facet.” I prefer to keep (even if it’s an illusion) the concept of free will…and that different events have some real causality.

Fate’s a funny thing. I can see some comfort in everything being preordained… but then what’s the purpose? It’d be like living in a novel already written… interesting from the outside, but so impotent for the folks inside.

*ponderponderponder*