Maybe I’ll write myself a livejournal client that allows me to update via email. might be a nifty challenge, and a way around my current die-lemma.

;lpojhjh < -- Newton love intermission. I'll have to check to see if one already exists, first. no point in making more work for myself than needed... nothing really here.

Well, no sooner did the Swiss design a replica of Bespin than the darn French went and created a giant autonomous mobile flower pot. It’s a freaking triffid, I’m telling you. Check out the animated GIF for the full horror.

Time for me to shave and shower…pinged sciatica this morning. I’m going to have to take things at 75% speed today. *creaaaaak*… more heavy-duty workies today. I have a meeting about the new programming project today at 1.. hopefully any new issues will get addressed there and then, and I can start cranking on it. It’s going to be internal, and I’m not looking forward to sniffing chupacabra goat-breath over the table. Hopefully we can keep the politics and shenanigans to a minimum, and get actual work done.

Happy Birthday, !

I hope you have a wonderful day!

A lovely, friendly surprise waiting in the mailbox when I got home.

Thank you for the wonderful valentine! 🙂

I worked hard and soft today, off and on. I quite enjoyed the downtime highlights of today with talks of code, kitties and boobies… I’m going code-crosseyed in the thicker times.

Me just playing with silly camera…that’s the #60 heading north.

A few pictures taken while I waited for my ride home, (and a toy gorn) are posted here.

I love Bingo, the bionic ninja-spy cow! – Police and the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals will spend another day hunting for a heifer. Friday morning, a 1,000 pound cow jumped a 6′ fence and high-tailed out of Ken Meyer Meats in Camp Washington while workers went on break. Witnesses report seeing the creature cross Central Parkway and disappear into the woods of Mount Storm Park. “We used a helicopter, a heat seeking device and we still can’t find her,” Lt. Kurt Byrd said. The SPCA spotted hoof prints and hair on a branch, but no sign of the cow. “I think after all her efforts she deserves to be put out to pasture so she can live the rest of her life in peace,” said Susan Martel of Clifton. Searchers set up a bait cow and food in hopes of luring the animal out from hiding. However, the trap will likely lead to a fenced-in farm rather than the slaughter house, thanks to dozens of requests from families interested in adoption.

What a cute pair of boobies!

Movin’ right a long…

Scotto and a monkey were sitting on a rail.
The only difference I could see, the monkey had a tail.

There once was a boy from Peru
whose limericks stopped at line two.

There once was a man from Verdun.

Too late for the bus!

D’oh. Ah well, I can luxuriate and yellow cab it (see above)… maybe grab a bite on the way. I’ll be back late tonight.

I’m going to leave Newtcam on, if anyone wants to peek in and see him napping.

X-men quiz answer

“Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it’s getting!”

The Swiss are up to no good. Maybe this will be an alternate to my secret volcano base for a blur building. Braincoats for everyone!

On that note, I head off to bed, with a mug of lemon spice tea, the books synched to my palmtop, and visions of peace and love in my head.

A lovely morning. I had divine dreams last night and was quite comfily (is that a word?) nestled under the covers, happy and in a nice niche. Woke about ten minutes before I set my alert to get me out of bed… and got an early start. it was warm enough to go out at dawn, I walked to the ampitheatre and back. The String Cheese Incident is coming to play there in a few months! That’s a concert I’d really enjoy hearing…I’ve dug most of the tracks on the website, too, if you’re into the Grateful Dead / Phish-style stuff. They’re a west-coast band.. I don’t know that they’ve ever journeyed to Florida before. They were doing shared venue with Tenacious D, but I don’t know if D’ll be making it to where I’m at… I hope so.. they’re a hoot, too. Who knows? Maybe I’ll catch it…it’s a Sunday night though. We’ll see.

The things that bring her to my mind…

Nothing would be better
Than to see you again;
To sail in a little boat;
To wait the plums that
Bloom in snow and frost;
Wander together
Beside the shallows
Of cold pools.

– Feng Tzu-Chen

As a parting note – Guinness confirms longest ear hair world record *shudder* Is there a nose-hair competition, too?

Nighty Night…

Peace and Sweet Dreams to you, dear live journal, I’ll see ya tomorrow.

D&D class/alignment test results

Yahoo Groups (formerly Yahoo Clubs) to go paid-only?

As you know, this eGroups has been free of charge since its inception. Yahoo is now considering charging for its e-lists and eGroups and/or drastically limiting the services it makes available to eGroup subscribers. What they are talking about is limiting the number of members, file storage space, photo storage space, and most other services unless you pay.

This will be devastating to a number of online communities who do not wish to charge fees for eGroup services, and do not wish to limit existing services such as archived messages, files, bookmarks, and the like.

I have already taken Yahoo’s survey, and I wholeheartedly encourage everyone to do the same, especially if you do not want services to be reduced or charges to be levied. If we do not let Yahoo hear our voices now, decisions by Yahoo will certainly be made without our input!

Therefore, please take a few minutes to complete this survey at
http://promo2.yahoo.com/sbin/Groups/survey.cgi

P.S. Please pass this along to any other Yahoo! Groups which you subscribe to. Thank you!

I caught an early bus that was running about 15 minutes late (it runs on the half hour, and I got there 15 minutes early, as is my habit) The bus driver had a palpable aura of evil around him…I very nearly didn’t board. My suspicians were confirms as he blitzed past other stops that had people waiting… not too horrid, actually… the next #10 would be along in 15, but it was gusting powerfully…. dust and grit and street stuff all in the air. note to self, get some hair ties! I was being buffeted about like Dorothy’s house. If I had to wait another quarter-hour.. who knows? Perhaps I’d land on some hapless woman in a pointy hat and shiny shoes, surrounded by little people with bad haircuts. (South beach, maybe?)

Highlights of the ride… a man that talked like a megaphone into his cell phone, using words like “dawg, yo” and “dannnnng, woman!” alternately. Fortunately, he got off the transport shortly after I got on.

I thought the AC was broken at first but things got cooler over time… the demonic driver for some reason turned it off before I got on, and allowed fumes of patorns and fuel to permeate in what was, to him probably a delightful imp’s nest. Fortunately, he reactivated it.. perhaps fearing that if we died that our torment would end. Mayhap he had a glimmer of kindness and warmth overcoming his pitted, dark aura. Though the atmosphere went to a more palatable temperature and quality, although the bus itself was a morass of filth and grit…possibly as a result of the aforementioned gale.

A nice thing about running early is that I got to transfer point early enought to take a quick trot to the library and grab some tax forms (I figure on getting that finished this week… I file electronically, but preferto check my work by hand.

While aboard the route 60 heading to work afterward, I struck up a conversation with a 40ish surf dude… he was going to his probation officer’s, and had partied hard about 15 hours previous… and was sweating out a urine test for alcohol. I don’t know how long booze stays in the system, if it’d been pot, he’d have been totally hosed. I managed to calm him down, though… I told him that alcohol leaves the system rapidly, and perhaps that the test wouldn’t find it… he was happy, and I was wassailed by a one-man chorus of “Duuuuude!” Afterwards, we went to more gentle topics, the coming cold front affecting the local rip tides and low grade curls. My brother would’ve been better at keeping on top of that conversation, but it’s impressive how much meteorology a surfer knows in regard to waves… it’s not just showing up at the beach, and hoping for a wave.

Scores of Bodies Strewn at Site of Crematory
not for the squeamish