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Back home from work… network was extra bonus fubarred today, plus the profiles were all rewritten again. I hope that this is the last time… Poor Sappho came in early and was still harried by the general populace to “fixitfixitfixit”. I left her alone today, as I had plenty of work to do myself…. Island Boy’s work isn’t hard, but it’s certainly an addition to my current load. I’ll be happier once I can return to my own projects and concerns.

Going to make some english muffin pizzas for supper… easy and quick, plus, they’re tasty!

I hope everyone had a nice birthday / unbirthday / indigenous people’s day / Chinese discovery day / Leif Erickson Day / Columbus Day / Thanksgiving / Monday Mine was good, but busy. I barely tasted lunch, and I ate it at about 3:30. My Senses narrow when I’m focusing…a degree of tunnel vision.

Newt’s certainly delighted that I’m home! He’s all nuzzy and purry. 🙂

According to the GPS… When I’m at “casual touring” speed, I bike at ~8.5 mph. when I’m in boogie-crank mode, I go at ~14.4… not much different… but I go about 4x my walking speed on wheels.

Know what? I’m glad they’ve never made a “Beetlejuice II” movie, Though I quite like the movie and Spun off Cartoon.

Hmm… Found a fun little time-sucker called I Used To Believe.com. It’s a collection of all those childhood ideas we once thought were true. You can add your own. 🙂 Looks like a lot of kids had boogie men in the potty.

Random Scotto Factoid – Something I believed as a child… right around 4th grade or so. I formed a theory on how we die… we’re born with an exactly even balance of fortune… when the doctor smacks us into life. That’s a little bad luck to get us rolling… after that, good and bad stuff come in spurts, and we die when it’s exactly even again. I tried to figure out what some balances were…losing your last pocket change in a soda machine balances vs. finding $.50 on the ground… the trick would be to find $.51… then you’re ahead. The pendulum goes back and forth like that until the debt / credit balance is returned to zero. I no longer believe it, but still think it’s a pretty nifty idea.

A point of interest for my sweetheart…. A new study suggests people with naturally red hair need about 20 percent more anesthesia than patients with other hair colors.

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Spellcheck thinks Chupa is Chapeau. I have a goatsucker for a hat!

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An insanely cute collection of costumes for babies.… speaking of which, Mayah was in good form last night… she can push Cathi on the little kid scooter by putting weight into her toddles. Pretty good for a munchkin under a year old! Supper last night was veggie burger, salad and brownies for dessert. I fell asleep just about 5ish am, I estimate… and woke at about 9. I’ll probably take a midday nap to crank my juice back up a little. My sleep was a sound one… of the sort where it was an eye blink, and four hours had gone by. Took Luna and the baby for a walk, before dessert… Jack the evil dog was out there. I got to use my sonic boom authority voice on him.. “*GO HOME*”… he went to his yard and barked from there, after a few stern yells. I wonder where his owners were?

Went for a little bike ride with the bro this morn, and checked out a local yard sale. a couple of good items… a nice pup tent, bed rolls, an ancient laptop, lots of unusual tools… hatchet, crowbar, pickaxe… and a couple of books all looked good, but I abstained on all but two tomes… Chronicles of Robin Hood, and Great American Ghost Stories. I rather like yard sales, just because you get to look at all the loot… form a mental snapshot of the person selling the stuff. Did they get a new tent? Did the family member that liked to camp pass away? Was this stuff found left behind in the house?

I’d like to have psychometry. As long as I could turn it on or off at will. The last thing I need is to get readings off of my clothes and sheets’ last trip in the washing machine, let alone the scene of a violent crime or other off-putting act.

Chupaaaaa!!!The history channel’s doing a documentary on Bigfoot and Other Monsters –

The mermaid, Abominable Snowman, giant squid, and dragons are all parts of myths and mysteries. But are some real? The Komodo Dragon was merely the stuff of local legend–until the dinosaur-like, very real giant reptile with an orange tongue and a fierce disposition was tracked down. Giant squids, measuring as long as 100 feet, have been found to really exist. We’ll explore every possible explanation for these and other legendary creatures and find out if some might really exist. TV G

Current Flavor – Chupacabra!… a personal fave.

Speaking of mermaids… I’m thinking nice thoughts of my sweetheart… hoping that she’s digging her day and is feeling my admiration and love for her. She’s had an even more busy week than myself…here’s to her being able to sink into a warm, fragrant tub of bathwater, scented with exotic oils, and gentle unwinding.

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Ok, tomorrow through Tuesday, I do the 9-5 gig, covering for Dale. I had to today, too… because he had to swing by the school and pick up his son for medical reasons… I don’t know how serious it is yet.

I’m going to be a busy little bee, doing my own gig and his, but it’s certainly not breaking rocks at Leavenworth. It’s good that we have redundant skill sets at work, or nobody could ever take a break.

I’ve finished part C of my sweetie’s birthday present…. I think she’ll like ’em.

Lazy Man supper tonight… junky comfort food. Irradiated bean and cheese burritos, with a gentle sprinkling of tobasco…just like the kind I ate back in college.

Hey, darktrain! Moon Pies are 100 years old! To celebrate, they’re having a Moon Pies memory contest, and the grand prize is a three day / 2 night trip to Chattanooga, TN, $1000 cash, and a tour of the factory…Heck, I’d just be happy to get a T-shirt.

100 words or less… maybe I’ll enter a couple of times, with different memories. I wonder how fanciful we can get? “The Year was 1908, and this is how my Grandma said that she used moon pies to get women the vote.” or maybe “I am Zarkon, a humble and simple time-traveler. My Memory of Moon Pies takes place four hundred years in your future, from which I have just arrived. Without your magnificent confection, the world would not exist as I know it.”

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Off to work!

Wish me network luck, dear journal. I hope that folks can leave at a reasonable hour tonight, and that the big cheese offers some good advice & solutions on his visit today.

I’ve got my sweetie in my heart, Newt-fur on my shirt, and a spring in my step. Hope the day keeps so cheery. 🙂

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internet was down all day today at work.. still down now. hopefully it’ll return by Monday midday, with the new drive and router.

Lots of politics happening there… but I think it’ll end well.

Tomorrow, midday, I’m going to a birthday lunch/dinner probably won’t go too late…. long enough for pizza and a movie, I think. I hope that whatever DVD gets picked is one I’ve not seen in a while.

Thinking about my beloved… she makes me happy, deep within my heart.

I’ll play the Friday five –

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Dreamt that my sweetheart and I were working in the Peace Corps together… and after our year was up, it turned out that there was a TV spy from some European reality television show. We’d become big celebrities overseas… I was annoyed, because for some reason, they didn’t need my permission to film us. No signatures or contracts were collected before putting us on the air.

The upside of it was that after the show became wildly popular, a huge surge in volunteer work and peace corps-type activities took place. I recall that my beloved was really disappointed in Conan O’Brien. “I thought he would be funny… but he’s a big dumbass. All he talks about is ‘does my hair look ok to you?’… And he smells like sardines. The band is really nice, though– they showed me how to do a chord that I’ve been trying to figure out for a long time.” < -approximate dream quote. To be fair, Conan did smell like a stinky, long-dead fish...bad enough to make my eyes water. Sweetheart taught English and crop skills to the people we were working with... My instruction was also English and assorted engineering stuff, like building houses. I remember it being very difficult, lots of hands-on but quite rewarding. Our two-person hut was tiny, but somehow, we had room for about 200 books, our bed, and each other. On a wholly other note - this is a lot of fun…I like having a coffee-hungry nun attacked by scissors while trying to circumnavigate large muffins. Turn off the sound, if you’re at work!

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Avast, ye shivering swabs! It be time to speak like a buccaneer!

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Red Dog, the pir8 guy returns on this day of days!Remember folks… it’s talk like a pirate day! (thanks to for reminding me!

taken this morn... time stamp will change, as will the image on the link page. Newtcam is on, if you’d like to spy on him. An example –
Arr…I must’ve dreamt of time travel last night, because I think I took off three days’ worth of beard, shaving this morn…I tell ya true.

I took me body and me booty outside… Mike’s van (a scurvy tub, if ever I saw one!) was parked right outside of me captain’s quarters, and he had the radio turned all the way up… I’m glad I wasn’t sleepin’… I asked him politely to turn off the radio if he’s going to park there…(I’d have been much less polite if I was driven from slumber.) I’d have skewered him with me cutlass.

Just went through and weeded out about five folks on my reading list who’ve deleted… I was wondering why I’d not seen anything by them lately!

The Sweetie figure is pretty much done, I think. I hope the tattoo fades a trifle to a more “henna-ring” color. I’ll post it here, after she’s seen it first. A humble tribute to the flame-haired lass I love so well.

Next up? Sweetie, revision II, or maybe Danny. (Probably Danny, because it’ll be simpler, and I’d like to give him a present sometime soon.)

May your day be filled with Buxom Wenches, Grog, Rum, and Orange Cats pretending to be Parrots!

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Sweetheart – in the works. possibly multiple designs. Playing with femo. Fun .:)

Dan – black t-shirt with swirly orange and white design on the front, maybe his name on the back? Brown/rust colored pants, black sneakers, and his moustache. Maybe a little blue leg brace on his right knee, too. (Don’t put on his bald spot, be nice, Scotto.)

Brother – Surf-shorts, t-shirt, long hair, sandals. Maybe a surfboard?

Holy Viagra, Batman! maybe not safe for work…

Well, Ford has given up on making electric-only cars. That’s pretty sad. I would love to see electric-only cars (instead of hybrid) ruling the highways. Personally, I never heard of their car, the THINK. It looks kinda dippy, but cute…very much like it was designed for a non-US market.

Even the limited range would work perfectly for me… (6 hours to charge a battery and you can go 53 miles. Seeing as I live within a 20 mile trip, it’d work out ok, but they need to up the ante for the bigger commuters, and plugging in at work might be a no-no, too, depending on the trickle draw) I hope hybrids can bridge the gap, eventually.

My new favorite online dictionary – Onelook… where else could I discover this – Hungarian – lóvé : money Non-count noun. Originally a gypsy word. ‘Tele van lóvéval’ means he is loaded with money. Love=money! Other good slang expressions there, too. Probably not safe for work.

Factoids not about Scotto-

  • A necropsy is an autopsy on animals.
  • 0.3% of all road accidents in Canada involve a moose.
  • 13 people a year are killed by vending machines falling on them.
  • Behram, an Indian thug, holds the record for most murders by a single individual. He strangled 931 people between 1790-1840 with a piece of yellow and white cloth, called a ruhmal.
  • The most murders by a woman is 610 young women, by Countess Erzsebet Bathory of Hungary. (So she could bathe in and drink the blood) between 1560 and 1615.

Tropical paradise made from recycled bottles

If you can’t afford beachfront real-estate, why not make your own?

A British carpenter who dreamed of living on a private sunshine isle built himself one using 250,000 plastic bottles.
Richie Sowa spent four years making the floating Spiral Island, which measures 66ft by 54ft, weighs 60 tons and has three sandy beaches.

The mangrove-covered paradise, which is anchored off the coast of Mexico, includes a two-bedroom house with a large living room and kitchen.

The walls are made from palm trees and the roof is plastic sheeting.

Richie hopes to make the island totally self-sustainable and is growing food including tomatoes.

Here’s an article about what we’ve done regarding Saudi oil in the last year...the short version, we’re still giving them a pile o’ money. I’d think boycotting them and getting our juice from other sources would be a stronger message to the world than declaring war. No one body is to blame… Democrats and republican both should be ashamed of how little they’ve done.

Looks like art conspiracy has decided to stop remote hosting… bah! I guess I’ll start using msn’s host, until I fill it up… I hate having little picture-holes in my journal, though. I should go back, and update with a link to the site, so people can connect directly to there to see.

A year ago today… That crazy Anne Heche interview, and pygmies are real!

Two years ago – silly answering machine message, and Frank Sinatra.