*ka-thunk!* (If a scotto falls in the cubicle, he does make a sound)

Payday. Last Friday of Hellterm. (7 business days is more than a week, I guess…) They ™ worked me hard this morning, but I got to see Ornj, for a wee bit… She’s so special, brings me right up. No time to polish off my holiday cards… I’ll have to do that tomorrow, early AM.

Must finish shopping this weekend. still far too much to do. naughty slacker scotto.

note to self – Year of Snake, January 24, 2001.

today in history –
In 1952, Christine Jorgenson is 1st person to undergo a sex-change operation
In 1964, Canada adopts maple leaf flag
In 1973, American Psychiatric Assn declares homosexuality is not mental illness
In 1973, Pirates of Caribbean ride opens at Disneyland

Holidays (even though I still have to work.)
[Esperanto League] Zamenhof Day (1859)
[Kazakhstan] Independence Day (1991)
[Malaysia] Hol Al-Marhom Sultan Ibrahim of Johore
[Netherlands Antilles] Kingdom Day/Statute Day (1954)
[Pakistan] Quaid-i-Azam’s Birthday
[US] Bill of Rights Day (1791)
[World] Underdog Day

And now, to find myself something hot to eat. A nice bowl of soup would set me right…

ok, geek holiday song/humor to follow.

for ($i=0; $i< =3; $i++) {print "Hon"}

santa claus < north pole >town

better !pout !cry
better watchout
lpr why
santa claus < north pole >town

cat /etc/passwd >list
ncheck list
ncheck list
cat list | grep naughty >nogiftlist
cat list | grep nice >giftlist
santa claus < north pole >town

who | grep sleeping
who | grep awake
who | egrep ‘bad|good’
for (goodness sake) {
be good
}

item 1

SIR, ARE YOU USING ONLY HALF YOUR BRAIN?

You’re pretty smart. We all know that.

You know all about partial differential equations, computer
programming, cost analysis, flow charts and vectors. If it can
be put into an equation, expressed in human language, or recorded
on a graph, you can handle it.

When it comes to the semantic circuit of the brain and precise
manipulations of symbol systems, you’re a champ. Any everybody
knows it.

But what about those mysterious right-hemisphere brain
functions? Intuition? Synergetic apprehension of whole systems?
Esthetics and ESP?

Imagine trying to live with one eye, or one lung, or one
testicle.
Isn’t it equally a handicap to use only half your brain?

“Specialization is for insects.”
— Robert A. Heinlein

“I once knew a man who was an ear, a magnificent ear, the
greatest ear in Europe. But that was all he was:an ear.”
— Nietzsche on Wagner

item 2.

HEY, MAN, ARE YOU USING ONLY HALF YOUR BRAIN?

You’re pretty hip. We all know that.

You can throw an I CHING hexagram and intuit its meaning. You
know all about Hedonic Engineering and staying high. You’ve seen
through all the social games.

When it comes to the neurosomatic circuit of the brain, and
body wisdom, you’re a champ. And everybody knows it.

But what about those mysterious left-hemisphere brain
functions? Wouldn’t you like to learn the secrets of the West,
previously known only to the adepts at the esoteric Princeton
Institute for Advanced Studies? Stranges arts like the Equation,
which predicts things before they happen, or the Syllogism, which
allows you to test an argument for internal validity? Or
wouldn’t you like to know how the mysterious Stereo works, or
what keeps planes from falling out of the sky?

Imagine trying to live with one eye, or one lung, or one
testicle.

Isn’t it equally a handicap to use only half your brain?

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Eighteen beans…he means, the heifer weans, as she eats her greens. These scenes revere ravines, as butterflies flutter by and snatch the flies out of the butter. Fly as a flock flies, as aerodynamic airplanes and weathervanes maneuver like cranes while dodging cranes. Brainy crania make many errata, mainly men, while what women name minnows and sinews? Flailing in feelings, reeling in relatives, baking cakes and taking breaks when brakes break–“Heaven’s sake!” Sounds, syllables, liable grounds, filled opal~fallopian fetal pliable petals and metals in Constantinople. Steeple, church, weevil’s lurch, Birch bark, feral beast, dark scourge, nutritional yeast. Feast on the means of the queens’ gowns but recall, moats drown. He who wears fake socks and joins the Fake Sox has loins and groins no one mocks, but fettered and frittered in litter covered in flies. Rock beats are seen as red beets and deadbeats and dead Beats. Sine means fine means for three quarks to equal nineteen. Christine.

yipe!

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.

Welcome to my wall scrawls.