random scotto factoid – Somewhere near my apartment is a nesting area for green parrots. I saw about a half dozen of them fly overhead coming in today. I wonder if they’re native, or escaped pets?

I missed Calle Ocho last weekend, not that I’d have been up to go. Great Music and food. A huge block party.

I *still* have to get that stuff put in the mail. Drat. Nothing time intensive, but I’d like the stuff to be where it’s going, not where it is now. *note to self, find out the preferred chain.*

Isaac Asimov Died of AIDS? He contracted the disease from a blood transfusion during open heart surgery, and allegedly his doctor advised him to cover it up.

Dave’s Birthday is this Thursday… I wonder what to hook him up with? Maybe a blockbuster gift card… he’s a daddy now, no time to go out to movies anymore.

“Presently they were under the shadow, and there in the midst of it they saw the opening of a cave. ‘This is the way in,’ said Gollum softly. ‘This is the entrance to the tunnel.’ He did not speak its name: Torech Ungol: Shelob’s Lair. Out of it came a stench, not the sickly odour of decay in the meads of Morgul, but a foul reek, as if filth unnameable were piled and hoarded in the dark within.”

The Lord of the Rings, Book IV, Ch 9

Thumbing through an old paperback novel called Lycosidae. It’s the Pride and Prejudice of giant spider stories. A nice popcorn book between more serious study (not available via amazon! must be out of print).

Spiders are great. Freaky, furry web-spinners with poisonous bites and a love for killing the peskier bugs. Mandibles! A bunch of eyes! They’re just super neat… they’re so thoroughly alien, yet they’re everywhere. Heck, there could be one dangling above your head as you read this! Lowering itself closer and closer to you on a line of silk, preparing to land on your shoulder… *evil laugh*

The movie Eight-Legged Freaks comes out this summer. I want to see it.

Speaking of things with eight legs… Cephalopods are even more spiffy. Squid, octopi, that sort of thing. Totally weird.Tentacles with suckers. And inside the suckers, hooks. many can change color with their surroundings, or just to show moods…and they have venomous bone-crushing beaks!

at the docs…as usual, I’m on time, but the doctor is running slow. A 10:40 and its now 11:12 am, with about 9 people ahead of me.

Salon for the palm sucks. All Teasers for premium content. Bah. I deleted it from my avantgo channel list and now am looking for a better online magazine to palm-synch. Lots of good stuff at plinkit & my yahoo. I just added the sun-sentinel, we’ll see how that goes.

[update from home- 12:54pm]

Well, I’m home for another week, the doc want’s to be sure I’m mending well. A good start would be not having me sit in the waiting room for over an hour!

I forgot to mention earlier that Newton used me as his breakfast nook again, this morning. Came bounding onto the bed with a mouthful of kibble, and placed it delicately to the right of my ear, snuggled up to my shoulder and slowly ate the food-nuggets one by one as I watched him incredulously. He crunches loudly.

Random Scotto Factoid – I live within walking distance of at least four establishments that serve alcohol out of a coconut, a porcelain buddha or a ceramic tiki. Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum!

Time for bed. Night night, sweet dreams, and good times to all.

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Spent the day chatting with my sweetie, gathering info on botany, history, magic and medicine,(doing a lot of reading.) Wonderful day for all. Fresh from a nice hot shower, and then I’m hitting the sack after Adult Swim (a new episode of the jetsons!) Mr. Pants the rock and roll kitty is dern spiffy. Lots of spumco cartoons tonight! Yogi Bear & the Gang by the guy that did Ren & Stimpy. Crayzee.

Sakes… is it hailing out?

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Robert Frost, Fire and Ice

Pliny — Pliny the Younger was governor of Pontus/Bithynia from 111-113 AD. We have a whole set of exchanges of his letters with the emperor Trajan on a variety of administrative political matters. These two letters are the most famous, in which P. encounters Christianity for the first time. Even then, hearsay was considered bad form. (letters inspired from a comment on cucumbers and dandilions).

malta info for tulpa, maybe too wacky

the new star wars trailer rocks. very pretty.

lots of jedi super-powered sci-fi kung-fu goodness it’s the 4th one.

that is all.

brother came by today, and helped pick up the apartment… we gabbed for a bit, and he headed off to work. I really appreciate him sweeping the tile, and taking out the trash for me. nicest of all was talking, though. he also dropped off my birthday prezzie from Mom and Wilton… a $25 barnes and noble card.

I hooked him up with a few bucks to get him through the week… his roomie’s IRS check didn’t come in yet. Newt was following him all over the house as he did his thing… I suspect my bro smells like me, so Derek’s got “Uncle scent” or something… maybe just knows that he’s a sweetie.

Had a bad morning, backwise, but now I’m doing pretty well. I look forward to seeing the doc tomorrow.

Looking at anniversary gifts the avant-garde list is fun.

Wondering about multiple journal folks. I’ve known a couple of people that have deleted one and started another…five in fact, and quite a few people that have several LJ-identities. It’s unusual to me, but I know some of the reasoning.

• to have a more public journal for family and people you know in meatspace and another for more private and anonymous thoughts.
• to avoid some people
• to maintain an anonymous name, unassociated with your primary to flame or post places that are “naughty” or “inappropriate”
• to falsely gain the trust of someone else, so they can read private entries
• to tell a story (like tulpa) or a split record of something from a character’s pov
• community

Orange juice, Hot buttered toast and apple jacks in milk. Part of this balanced supper! I could’ve gone for some soy-sage with it though, or peanut butter on the toast. Darn good, regardless.

Little brother’s out of commission for today… poor guy is still sore form his tumble over the police car. He’s having a good soak in his tub, and will be resting tonight, too. [update 8:20pm – he called and said he got a ride, but I told him not to come.. his back’s bothering him, and I don’t want him working here if he’s all horked up. I’m really sort of surprised… not sure why he did that.]

Something very soothing about cold cereal and hot, crispy toast at midday-evening. Comforted, I think I’ll kick back and read. Peace, all.

today’s rune and tarot spreads

Happy Birthday !!!

the poem is mine, the poem tag came from – prionix

Tell me if you do one? I want to see as many as possible. I’m gathering them in an album here

assorted links of interest
via PAP–

Bubblegum Ally –in San Luis Obispo. What would normally be a generic alley between two stores downtown is turned into a twisted art experiment by people plastering the walls with gum. A recent addition seemed to have been made on Valentine’s Day.

The one one the far right showing the scale is truly awesome.

via bleu
Time Magazine’s gallery of cinema covers from 1924 to 2001 – the older ones are the best.

Cute piccies Kitties and duckies and doggies and ostriches and llama and giant piggies get your cute animal quotient, here.

Remember how everyone’s socks were getting rocked because the universe was discovered to be turquoise (if perceived by the human eye) back in January? Well, it turns out that it’s not turquoise. It’s beige. The color of the universe was previously (and mistakenly) believed to be turquoise because the software used in the project to determine what color the human eye would see mistook a pink-looking point for a shade of white. Whoops!

finally, a followup on dooce’s termination for having a blog (among other things… clogs and socks!)

Caught myself this morn singing as Daffy Duck-

Morning is here…I woke a few times during the night, but I got a good 8 hours in. I had a few dreams… of folks I’ve not seen in a while. I was at the Dawsey’s house… brought James a videotape. He and his brother were being uncharacteristically snotty so I went out back to play with their mastiff Archie (who died years ago)… we were running all over the place, swimming in the lake out back. While there, the house was sold to some new people and I got to keep the dog for some reason. (i wonder how Newt’d deal with a big, lumbering, drooling lummox like him. I get away with it because I’m his mom.) Luckily in my dream-space, I had a large back yard for him to run around in. My sweetheart was there, and we also had a stable and horses. Oddly, Newton was outdoors there, even though he is certainly not an outdoor kitty. He rode with me on the saddle… completely defying any of his usual behavior.

The other dream was an unusual competition… Saturn was in the sky, filling about a tenth of it. There was mortal combat inside a swimming pool or water tank, emptied. flying sharks were inside, swimming as if there was liquid. Sunk to the bottom, I oversaw things as referee. Each person had a different special power that they could use…one had a magic whistle that could make a single opponant deaf and blind for a few seconds, another had an “umbric form”, would go flat and dark…beating up the other guy by punching the person’s shadow. I think my only super power was that I knew that I wouldn’t be hurt by the sharks or other combatants. The combat portion was split up by a cooking one, like iron chef. The magic ingrediant was a basic one, sort of lame, really. Rice. The food was unremarkable…I don’t remember the recipes, save for that it was tasty. something with vinegar, but sweet.

I’ve noticed some folks seem to put “keywords” in entries to draw replies. On the usenet, it was called “trolling”. That’s sort of weird to me, like fishing for compliments. I don’t think that I do it… or if I do, it’s done unconsciously. Perhaps I’m being over analytical, but it’s simpler for me to just write about what’s on my mind. I was pleasantly surprised at the number of replies to my entry about the people I read yesterday. So many nice people.

Caught myself this morn singing as Daffy Duck-

Morning is here…I woke a few times during the night, but I got a good 8 hours in. I had a few dreams… of folks I’ve not seen in a while. I was at the Dawsey’s house… brought James a videotape. He and his brother were being uncharacteristically snotty so I went out back to play with their mastiff Archie (who died years ago)… we were running all over the place, swimming in the lake out back. While there, the house was sold to some new people and I got to keep the dog for some reason. (i wonder how Newt’d deal with a big, lumbering, drooling lummox like him. I get away with it because I’m his mom.) Luckily in my dream-space, I had a large back yard for him to run around in. My sweetheart was there, and we also had a stable and horses. Oddly, Newton was outdoors there, even though he is certainly not an outdoor kitty. He rode with me on the saddle… completely defying any of his usual behavior.

The other dream was an unusual competition… Saturn was in the sky, filling about a tenth of it. There was mortal combat inside a swimming pool or water tank, emptied. flying sharks were inside, swimming as if there was liquid. Sunk to the bottom, I oversaw things as referee. Each person had a different special power that they could use…one had a magic whistle that could make a single opponant deaf and blind for a few seconds, another had an “umbric form”, would go flat and dark…beating up the other guy by punching the person’s shadow. I think my only super power was that I knew that I wouldn’t be hurt by the sharks or other combatants. The combat portion was split up by a cooking one, like iron chef. The magic ingrediant was a basic one, sort of lame, really. Rice. The food was unremarkable…I don’t remember the recipes, save for that it was tasty. something with vinegar, but sweet.

I’ve noticed some folks seem to put “keywords” in entries to draw replies. On the usenet, it was called “trolling”. That’s sort of weird to me, like fishing for compliments. I don’t think that I do it… or if I do, it’s done unconsciously. Perhaps I’m being over analytical, but it’s simpler for me to just write about what’s on my mind. I was pleasantly surprised at the number of replies to my entry about the people I read yesterday. So many nice people.

go ahead… make some floorplans or maps! A village? Tavern? planet? no problemo.

it’s fun! you can do it even when doped up or half asleep, and have one arm occupied by a kitty.

bedtime haiku

clean sheets and Newton
a good book and thoughts of her
dreamland here I come!