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I’ve been working hard the last some hours… first rest to gab.

Today’s looking rough, depsite a fresh breakfast of Cap’n Crunch with milk and orange juice, a bright and early morning walk, and a half-hour of playing with the Newtie-boy before work. Upon my arrival at work today, a screaming horde of maniacal work orders flew at me, not unlike seagulls from ‘The Birds’. I’m mostly unharmed though… waiting for some systems to reboot, so I can get the print server to work right…

What’s for Lunch? I hope you sickies are having tea and maybe some hot soup… I’m shooting for subway, maybe. Someplace that has tasty, not-to-bad-for-me food, to make up for the sugary-filled breakfast.

Some more wacky links, if you’re of a mind…

Dude,your sperm is slow.

New Wacky Patent

The Register Asks Jeeves

Queen Kills Old Coot

Dirty Ham Money

Gore’s Real Reason

A holiday game for you!

FIGHT!

The Cheap ass Game that fits on a business card

Players: 2-6

Playing Time: Two minutes and up.

Object: To run everyone else out of coins.

To Begin: Each player starts with one quarter, two dimes, three nickels, and four pennies. Determine randomly who will go first. Thereafter, play proceeds to the left.

On Each Turn: Play one coin from your pile into the middle of the table. You may then take change from the table, up to a penny less than the value of the coin you played. For example, if you play a dime, you can take out up to nine cents, if there are nine cents to be taken.

To Win: Be the last player with any coins left.

Strategy: Watch the pennies, and try to lose as little money as possible each turn. Don’t spend your quarter if you can only take out ten cents. Try to force your opponent to do exactly the opposite. Take away his pennies so he has to make lousy change. Good luck!

Something for you kids to play, while waiting for the grownups to quit talking about amortization.

The Village Blacksmith – Longfellow Forgive me, Des… I dig the poetry.)

Under a spreading chestnut-tree
the village smithy stands.
The smith, a mighty man is he,
with large and sinewy hands,
and the muscles of his brawny arms
are strong as iron bands.

His hair is crisp, and black, and long,
his face is like the tan.
His brow is wet with honest sweat,
He earns whate’er he can
and looks the whole world in the face
for he owes not any man.

Week in, week out, from morn till night,
you can hear his bellows blow.
You can hear him swing his heavy sledge
with measured beat and slow.
Like a sexton ringing the village bell
when the evening sun is low.

And the children coming home from school
look in at the open door.
They love to see the flaming forge
and hear the bellows roar.
and catch the burning sparks that fly
like chaff from a threshing-floor.

He goes on Sunday to the church,
and sits among his boys.
He hears the parson pray and preach,
he hears his daughter’s voice,
singing in the village choir,
and it makes his heart rejoice.

It sounds to him like her mother’s voice,
singing in Paradise.
He needs must think of her once more,
how in the grave she lies,
and with his hard, rough hand
he wipes a tear out of his eyes.

Toiling—rejoicing—sorrowing
onward through life he goes
each morning sees some task begin
each evening sees it close.
Something attemped, something done,
has earned a night’s repose.

Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,
for the lesson thou hast taught.
Thus at the flaming forge of life,
our fortunes must be wrought.
Thus on it’s sounding anvil shaped
each burning deed and thought.

I’m a coffee achiever !

I’ve been authorized by the jurisdiction of whatever city this is to punish you in whatever way I can think of!

This means you!

We’re Buccaneers! We used to have mundane office jobs, working in cubicles with water coolers and coffee cups with clever slogans and those wacky calendars with photos of diseased-looking chimps wearing neckties.

But you’ve got hooks and peg legs.

Funny about that.

Arr, Matey. Cap’n Emer will set a course for adventure… and looooove. Life’s sweetest reward. It’s an open smile… on a friendly shore!

The Love Boat.. soon we’ll be making another run.. the Looove boat… promises something for

EV- Ry- one!

Gah… Need more Coffee…

my day…

went reasonably well, all considered. lots of work, and I’n a tired guy now, though. only a week to go. (barring the delightful break the weekend will bring) Hoping to talk to the girl tonight… but I suspect that she might be a-snoozin’… If that’s the case, I hope that she’s having happy dreams, and soaking up good energy.

my first experience with longfellow…. (you probably remember it from rocky & bullwinkle)

I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.

Old HW grooves. 🙂 he’s on my list of things to read, once hellweek ends, (and in bed, before snoozes)

My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas.

The Psychic – crash test dummies

She knows the future like the palm in your hand, she knows your past like the lay of the land

The first time she met me she saw right through me, some cards and a cane in her hand

And she said, all the years that have come to pass and all the years that shall be

I see here right before me

She said her visions were a bane in her life, she could not control them, they kept her up nights

I know what you’re thinking, I haven’t been drinking, She knew things that cut like a knife

And she said, all the years that have come to pass and all the years that shall be

I see here right before me

Will there be earthquakes and great tidal waves, can she see back to the dinosaur days?

How can she foresee just by squinting at me and can she see me naked in her mind’s eye?

What does she think when she foretells a disease, would she keep it a secret if death stood before me?

What could some cards hold, where is her foothold, can I escape what she sees?

And she said, all the years that have come to pass and all the years that shall be

I see here right before me, I see here before me

day 2 of hell week.

Emotionally pleased at the moment, a nagging suspicion that I had was recently confirmed by Ornj has also helped me understand a bit of the more discordant side of our relationship. The positives have certainly outweighed the negatives by far and I still think she’s the ideal girl for me… I have mixed feelings about her current situation, but I’m primarily happy for her, considering what she’s had to deal with in the past. I don’t want to lose something this good, and I’ll make a point of stopping anything bad from happening.

gah. just reread that. vague, sloppy writing.
Maybe I’ll just shoot for the basics.

I love her. She loves me. That’s all that really matters when you get right down to it. I trust her totally, and feel in my heart that things will only get better. That’s more to the guts of it.

[edit – 2007: turned out she wasn’t completely honest there. didn’t come clean about her family at all… or her situation. turned out I was in love with a lie – she just told me enough truth to make the hidden stuff stay hidden. You were a dope, Scotto. Thank your lucky stars you were freed of that situation.]