Next time you go to McDonalds – reflect on this.

$5.75 ain’t much. $5.75/hour X 40 hours/week X 52 weeks/year = $11,960. that’s before taxes are taken out. some people said it was disrespectful for me to take a job at mcdonalds — i didn’t need the money, and they thought that i was making fun of people that work there. the opposite is true: i gained a bucket of respect for people that bust their butt for such low pay. it’s one thing to scan past stats about americans that make $12,000 per year — or read about them in the paper. but, to actually work a tough fry-heaving, mcnugget-wielding 6-hour shift — and get home smelling like those fries and mcnuggets — and realize that you only made about $30 that day… that’s a serious eye-opener. interpret as you see fit.

Hey neato! Snap Club! a place for folks to post little piccies here and there. very interesting to snoopy scotto.
Thanks to for pointing me to it. How neat!

Ok, back to some text.

Next Monday is officially Danny Day. We’re going to get together for breakfast, and just have fun tooling around for a bit. It will be my job to keep the spirits chipper, as he’s suffering from teacher burnout. I think a visit to Dave & Buster’s, and maybe a long conversation over coffee at Barnie’s is in order. Maybe some more wargaming. It’ll be a nice fun day to start the week off. I still don’t know which day little brother has off next week. I hope it’s not Monday.

Heh… there was a time when I would become actively engaged by the Dave Sim/Alan Moore debate, but now, it’s just sort of silly. fascinating reading from a nostalgic point of view, though. The sniping is sharp.

found on my walk… it’s a little large, so I’m lj-cutting it. It’s an air-freshener, I think. It made me feel really good.

happiness

Guess whose Digicam came?

Newt, after moving food to his fave playzone… what a slobby boy. his dino-toys and chew thingies, and a stolen pick. (thanks to for removing the green-eye)

He likes the water I splash myself with in the morning.

My super hearing is a mixed blessing. I can again hear all 17 fans, every scrap of static and clack of keyboard. The overhead lights hum. I wouldn’t trade it for what I had before. sharp, solid focus, I can even hear to a slight degree the people talking in regular voices in the hall behind the door.

I thank what powers that be… be it yawning, chewing, or the magical auditory pixies that retuned my eardrum to play more than white noise and pressure.

International Animal Noises How to translate “moo,” “oink,” “bzzz,” and so on into major world languages. Caution again, some of the translation pages have autoplay on the animal sounds.

In other news, I’m back on the writing bandwagon. (I have figured out how to bypass the evils of a laptop keyboard… plug in a full-sized one! I can write reclined with the board in my lap and still pivot and turn… an ergonomic design that I really work more comfortably with.) And my ear cleared again… waugh. by way of chewing lunch. Now, I have super hearing again.

It’s a shame I don’t see more of online.. I know she’s been having troubles linking up with LJ and such… I’d like to get what her interpretation of my reformed stabber dream was.

Thinking about the poetry of Azru Jehu, and it’s warming me, bringing me thoughts of pleasure and good memories. It’s funny, the chain reaction of thoughts that can take you from one point to another.

You know, I’m a fairly happy guy… (Why ‘e’s hardly gloomy, ‘e’s barely depressed, ‘e’s scarcely maudlin, ‘e is.) but I’ve always had a fascination for what’s on the other side of the curtain.

We met them at the gate though we usually wait inside. Preoccupied with their own thoughts, impatient, like so many children, they didn’t see who we really were. They never noticed our crowns, our pain, the fire in our eyes.

They think we will guide them to the center. Perhaps we will.

International Animal Noises How to translate “moo,” “oink,” “bzzz,” and so on into major world languages. Caution again, some of the translation pages have autoplay on the animal sounds.

In other news, I’m back on the writing bandwagon. (I have figured out how to bypass the evils of a laptop keyboard… plug in a full-sized one! I can write reclined with the board in my lap and still pivot and turn… an ergonomic design that I really work more comfortably with.) And my ear cleared again… waugh. by way of chewing lunch. Now, I have super hearing again.

It’s a shame I don’t see more of online.. I know she’s been having troubles linking up with LJ and such… I’d like to get what her interpretation of my reformed stabber dream was.

Thinking about the poetry of Azru Jehu, and it’s warming me, bringing me thoughts of pleasure and good memories. It’s funny, the chain reaction of thoughts that can take you from one point to another.

You know, I’m a fairly happy guy… (Why ‘e’s hardly gloomy, ‘e’s barely depressed, ‘e’s scarcely maudlin, ‘e is.) but I’ve always had a fascination for what’s on the other side of the curtain.

We met them at the gate though we usually wait inside. Preoccupied with their own thoughts, impatient, like so many children, they didn’t see who we really were. They never noticed our crowns, our pain, the fire in our eyes.

They think we will guide them to the center. Perhaps we will.

http://www.midol.com/mightymidol/mightymidol2.cfm

The mighty midols! Fight the evil of Monsteration…

This is a hoot.. the game’s fun too.. warning, the page has sound.

I dreamt that I was stabbed last night. Repeatedly, in the chest and slashed across the arms. I don’t remember it physically hurting, but I was pretty outraged that it was happening. I started yelling at the faceless person to stop, but they saw fit to continue. Looking down, I realised that there weren’t any wounds and calmed down immediately. I instead asked what the heck they thought they were doing… I got no reply, and I took away the knife. They were sat down like a small child, and I explained to them as simply and carefully as I could that what they were doing was bad and that it would normally hurt very much. I got the impression that they were very, very sorry and that they really had no idea that they were doing something awful.

Launched late for walkies today, but it’s a sleepy morning. I’m looking forward to getting a bike to work out with and maybe ride to and from work on occasion. I think that there’ll be quite a few beach and airport images in the near future. Helicopters were out this morning in a half-dozen candy colors, flying in formation like giant hummingbirds…. hovering and doing a large scale synch’ed ballet of movement. They’re doing work on the “haunted house”… hopefully it’ll still be freaky-creepy looking by the time the camera gets here. If not, there’s lots on los olas that’re imageworthy, along with the mall of the dead, and “count chocula’s house” up the road.

http://www.lsfileserv.com/aaw.html

sniffs your system for adware, and also kills vx2 illegal popups.

Ad-aware scans your memory, Registry, and hard drives for software components from Alexa (through 5.0), Aureate (1.0, 2.0, and 3.0), Comet Cursor (through 3.0), Cydoor, Doubleclick, DSSAgent,EzUla, Expedioware, EverAd, Flyswat, Gator, Gratisware, HotBar, OnFlow, TimeSink (through 5.0), Transponder, Web3000, Webhancer, and more. Ad-aware then displays a list of detected spyware modules, Registry keys, files, and folders, and allows you to remove them from your system selectively.

This update supports removal of EzUla, Expedioware, and Transponder modules, and features an “exclude” option to ignore modules you want to keep.

Note: Some advertisement-supported software may not work after the ad-monitoring components have been removed. If you run Ad-aware under Windows NT/2000, you may need to log in with administrator privileges. If you are upgrading from a version prior to 4.0, remove the Ad-aware folder or uninstall it before installing this new version.

Thoughts before bed.

FBI Honolulu’s area of jurisdiction covers the entire Pacific Rim, extending from the Hawaiian Islands, to Mongolia, westward to Afghanistan, and southward to Antarctica.

dang it…my left ear gurgled, and is stopped up again! fark. I’m half-deaf in that ear again. it was a *shoop* and then this. I think I’m going to schedule a checkup. ugh. hop in the shower and try to steam it loose. [update] no dice… I might have some swort of infection. swallowing hard and yawning isn’t doing it, and I refuse to pop my ears.

If you’re like most people, you often think, “Pumpkins aren’t airborne enough.” If you’re like these guys, you fix that by building trebuchets and other siege engines to get the job done. Then you compound the problem by writing poetry about it.

Mysteries that have baffled mankind for centuries have been solved by lego technology – well, “centuries,” assuming the Mesopotamians had Rubik’s Cubes. JP Brown’s CubeSolver sends the popular ’80s toy home cryin’ to mama. A robot made of lego that can do the cube. That’s the thing dreams are made of. I really admire his source code, too.. very clean, and in visual basic, no less. Color recognition software.. I’ve got some new ideas for newtcam (as of this posting, Newton looks like a vampire ready for the kill) thanks to this. (check out his other lego creations too.)

If you’re like most people, you often think, “Pumpkins aren’t airborne enough.” If you’re like these guys, you fix that by building trebuchets and other siege engines to get the job done. Then you compound the problem by writing poetry about it.

Mysteries that have baffled mankind for centuries have been solved by lego technology – well, “centuries,” assuming the Mesopotamians had Rubik’s Cubes. JP Brown’s CubeSolver sends the popular ’80s toy home cryin’ to mama. A robot made of lego that can do the cube. That’s the thing dreams are made of. I really admire his source code, too.. very clean, and in visual basic, no less. Color recognition software.. I’ve got some new ideas for newtcam (as of this posting, Newton looks like a vampire ready for the kill) thanks to this. (check out his other lego creations too.)