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.

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….

Three decades, seven presidents, eight Olympic games, 28 volcanic eruptions, 87 space missions, 203 overthrown governments, 1,712 Oscar nominations, 420,000 new miles of highway, 51 million acres of cleared rainforest…

*rubs jaw*

Hm….

http://www.newscientist.com/news/news.jsp?id=ns226510

so much for the world health organisation stopping the vaccines in 2005, eh?

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.

Is this Love? – Bob Marley

I wanna love you and treat you right
I wanna love you every day and every night
We’ll be together with a roof right over our heads
We’ll share the shelter of my single bed
We’ll share the same room, Jah provide the bread

Is this love, is this love
Is this love, is this love that I’m feelin’?

I wanna know, wanna know, wanna know now
I got to know, got to know, got to know now

I, I’m willing and able
So I throw my cards on your table
I wanna love you
I wanna love and treat you right
I wanna love you every day and every night
We’ll be together with a roof right over our heads
We’ll share the shelter of my single bed
We’ll share the same room, oh, Jah provide the bread

Is this love, is this love,
Is this love, is this love that I’m feelin?

Oh, yes I know, yes I know, yes I know now.
I, I’m willing and able
So I throw my cards on your table
See, I wanna love you
I wanna love and treat you right, love and treat you right
I wanna love you every day and every night
We’ll be together with a roof right over our heads
We’ll share the shelter of my single bed
We’ll share the same room, Jah provide the bread
We’ll share the shelter of my single bed.

Student gives teacher the finger*scrubs beh

and something for zircon…

Roy likes to destroy things

I love the food network. the chef guy that looks like thomas dolby, especially. The guy’s name is alton brown. catch him, if you can. he’s the kind of guy I’d want, were I gay.

SWEET CORN BREAD PUDDING
Recipe courtesy Alton Brown
1/2 onion, diced fine
1 ounce unsalted butter
1/2 teaspoon thyme
1/2 teaspoon rosemary
1 fifteen ounce can creamed style sweet corn
1 cup heavy cream
2 eggs
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 cup yellow cornmeal, whole grain, stone ground
1/2 cup shredded parmesan cheese
1 teaspoon kosher salt
ground black pepper to taste
2 cups French bread, cubed

Heat oven to 350 degrees.

Sweat onions with butter and herbs in a oven safe skillet until translucent.

Combine corn, cream, eggs, baking powder, corn meal, parmesan, salt, and pepper in a large mixing bowl. Add cubed bread and fold to combine. Pour batter into skillet, right on top of the onion mixture. Bake 50 minutes, or until set. Cool slightly before serving

Yield: 6-8 servings

it looks sooooo good.

1200 PM EST SUN NOV 19 2000

Today…partly cloudy with isolated showers. Highs in the mid 80s. Wind south 10 mph. Chance of rain less than 20 percent.

Tonight…partly cloudy. Lows in the lower 70s. Wind southwest 5 to 10 mph.

I had to post it, with everyone else talking about how cold it is… it’s a part of my evil side.

This is like one of my biggest nightmares and greatest dreams come true.

“Monkey Brain Controls Distant Robot Movement ”

Aieeee!!!!!

I picture giant disembodied monkey-brains in jars, causing robots to destroy us… and me liking it.

Coconut rum, to be precise. That, some fine pineapple juice and a splach of cranberry is what this tropical boy is enjoying tonight. maybe play a little aok online, to challenge sweetalyssm to a rematch, or to be a good partner to destroy our mutual enemies. 🙂

Tomorrow morning, I have a lot of duties to perform… laundry, kitty supplies. Also might get together with little brother some time… not sure what the future holds. Hopefully spend more time with the girl, we got disconnected tonight…things there look bright to me. 🙂

Maybe I should tuck into bed? not tired. one game of AOK should put me down. 🙂 If anyone wants to play, I’ll be playing on the zone at http://www.zone.com/age2/

in the dark ages room.

“We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like ‘I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive….’ And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas. And a voice was screaming: ‘Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?’
Then it was quiet again. My attorney had taken his shirt off and was pouring beer on his chest, to facilitate the tanning process. ‘What the hell are you yelling about?’ he muttered, staring up at the sun with his eyes closed and covered with wraparound Spanish sunglasses. ‘Never mind,’ I said. ‘It’s your turn to drive.’ I hit the brakes and aimed the Great Red Shark toward the shoulder of the highway. No point mentioning those bats, I thought. The poor bastard will see them soon enough.”

How to Handle Highway Traffic Cops
==================================

“Few people understand the psychology of dealing with a highway traffic-
cop. Your normal speeder will panic and immediately pull over to the
side when he sees the big red light behind him . . . and then he will
start apologizing, begging for mercy.
This is wrong. It arouses contempt in the cop-heart. The thing to
do — when you’re running along at a hundred or so and you suddenly
find a red flashing CHP-tracker on your trail — what you want to do
then is ACCELERATE. Never pull over with the first siren howl.
Mash it down and make the bastard chase you at speeds up to 120 all
the way to the next exit. He will follow. But he won’t know what to make
of your blinker signal that says you are about to turn right.

This is to let him know you’re looking for a proper place to pull
off and talk. . . keep signalling and hope for an off-ramp, one of those
uphill side-loops with a sign saying Max Speed 25 … and the trick, at
this point, is to suddenly leave the freeway and take him into the chute
at no less than a hundred miles an hour…”

“He will lock his brakes about the same time you lock yours, but it will
take him a moment to realize that he’s about to make a 180 degree turn
at this speed . . . but you will be READY for it, braced for the Gs and
the fast heel-toe work, and with any luck at all you will have come to a
complete stop off the road at the top of the turn and be standing beside
your car by the time he catches up.
He will not be reasonable at first. He will want the first word. Let
him have it. His brain will be in turmoil: he may begin jabbering, or even
pull his gun. Let him unwind. Keep smiling. The idea is to show him that
you were always in total control of yourself and your vehicle — while
HE lost control of everything.”

Hunter Thompson
“Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas”

This just in….

spiffy! thanks guys for all the work you’ve been putting in lately.