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6744 – Month’s End… I hope it’s as good as last go ’round!

What to do this weekend?

This Saturday, I’d like to go on a little expedition… take my camera, enjoy a nice personal walkabout someplace new.

I’m thinking about going on a little journey to Vizcaya, or maybe the Fairchild Tropical Botanical Gardens, if it’s not too sweltering outside. If it *is* overly hot for an outdoor trip, maybe a little journey on the metro rail so someplace indoors with air conditioning.


Big Rock Candy Mountains

entry #6143 Wet memories, German festivals kept quiet, site down, Admin tools.

Hmm. My web server is down. I wonder what’s happening there. I’ll give it an hour and they start to rattle some chains. [update: it’s up again! yay! but I can’t ftp for some reason! Boo! the scribble of my dreamself holding a squirming, plucked tentacle eye will have to wait.]

{Update to the update…FTP is back!} Snail-eyed guy dreams

I’m on call this week… and need to find another person or two we can hire to help take up the slack when the Kahuna’s out of town.

Doc agreed with the specialist… I called to start the wheels in motion for a time for my surgery. I’ve also been discussing the idea seriously about buying a condo. I figure that even if I don’t keep it, I’m all for putting my rent toward equity rather than just in some other person’s pocket. The consultant I talked to said that I can comfortably work out a regional one at about $125k on my income and credit. If I decide to turn it around and sell it later, I should make a tidy profit, too.


Random mental wandering.

I’ve almost always dwelled near a large body of water, usually the shore of Atlantic Ocean. Between growing up near Cape Cod (note to self, write about the cranberry bogs sometime) and the summering in Florida Keys, I’d say that the furthest I’ve lived from the ocean was when we were in Alexandria, Virginia. (Even then, we were right on the Potomac, a *DANG COLD* river, even in the summer, if memory isn’t exaggerating over time.) Contrary to popular belief, I’ve never had a residence under a bridge, in order to eat passing goats or unwary travelers unwilling to pay a toll.

I remember folks being really afraid of the beach when Jaws came out. I was only about six years old, but the killer-shark hysteria was amazingly high. All of those shore-bound places where I’ve lived naturally had a significant amount of tourism by the beach, and the year that movie was released, the visitors began acting even more irrational than usual. Lots of folks were too frightened to even walk along the water… somehow, some way, a ravenous, blood-lustful, twenty-foot man-eating fish with triple rows of pearly white and razor sharp teeth was going to leap onto shore, grab them, emit a long, deep, haunting laugh of pure aquatic evil, and finally bite ’em in half, twelve feet away from where the water stops and the sand begins. The real telling element was how you could see people scanning the surface of the water, looking for that one dorsal fin that spelled total carnage for the poor victim splashing, flailing and generally having fun fooling in the “deep end.”

I figured they were *looking* for a monster to get them. Having spent enough time by the water, I was pretty aware of sharks, and knew something about their behaviors and mannerisms. I knew there was the merest likelihood of being attacked by a shark, even smaller by a colossal great white. Even in recent years, when there’s been a notable increase in the number of attacks along the East coast, the amount of them is still tiny. I had no fear of being attacked by a shark when I went into the water. Sure, if I saw them, I’d get out, but it’s not something that gave me pause. I had more immediate things to worry about: man-o-war stings, and mean ol’ crabs that pinched your toes if you stepped on them by accident Most worrisome was the undertow.. my brother’s surfing drove that point home one time when I was about sixteen, and he got pulled out really fast. I’m glad that my dad was a strong swimmer and was able to recover him quickly. I didn’t even realize he’d gone that far until dad was out there calling to him.

That said, I can’t remember the last time I went diving, surfing, or swimming in water more than chest deep. Perhaps that’s overdue. I’d like to float out and around Red Reef Park for a bit. I’d like to see some stuff from the snorkel perspective.


Again, this year, It’s October, and I’ve heard nothing about Oktoberfest (which generally starts in the last half of September). On researching, it looks like I missed it this past weekend. Ah well, there’s always Bavarian Village.


Handy dandy Admin tools recently discovered –

F.I.R.E. is the Forensic & Incident Response Environment Bootable CD. Its a downloadable ISO that allows you to gathers tons of information on dead and alive machines.

Offline NT Password & Reg Editor Bootdisk is a very simple bootable CD that lets you change passwords on a machine you have physical access to. The bootable CD version includes support for some SCSI cards.

Other handy ones –

Free IP Subnet Calculator from solarwinds.net
Free TFTP Server from solarwinds.net
Free GFI LANguard NS Scanner 3 (non-commercial)
Ethereal Protocol Analyzer
Free SSH Client
Free SSH/Terminal Client (Nags)
Free Angry IP Scanner

New client / stalling writing / potty mouf doc / they only look like Cthulhu

Just got newest semagic client (1.3.3.2 )for lj… looks pretty solid, so far.

Outtakes of Tom Baker (probably the most famous Dr. Who) doing a voice spot for an item called Symphony. It’s amazing to me to hear the good doctor cuss like a sailor.

It’s hard to write my brother tonight. I can’t think of anything to say. I don’t want to just rehash the day, as little happened but that seems to be the way I’m going. I’m going to have to think of something to reminisce about.

Collectable Pogs. Those guys didn’t last long at all, did they? I’m happy to say I never bought any, but some showed up in cereal boxes and whatnot. I remember that those “pog tubes” were good for holding dice.

Mind Flayer (illithid) The were the first annoying psionic “teleporting telepathic mind-blasters” I’d ever encountered in gaming, but they’re dear to my heart because of the squiddy-faces and cerebrophagic (is that a word?) tendencies.

Look out! There goes one now!

RahhhhERR! Fear my monochrome coloring and simpsons-like art style!

Up and at ’em, Atom Ant!

Well, I’ve got a fair amount of sleep under my belt (about 5 hours… I prefer at least 6) so I think I’ve got a decent amount of Scotto-fuel to get me through the day.

I’ve got the things I’m going to mail off today, and my bank deposit. Hopefully, I can get that stuff taken care of sometime midday. It’s raining and thundering out right now… I’m in a decent mood.

Nostalgia Central – A one stop reference guide through three decades of music, movies, television, pop culture and social history.

Until later, dear journal.

a year ago – John Walker Lindh, Old Maid, debian, red flags, my tarot card, underdog

2 years ago – Reading location poll, start page, bat-music, Amazon dreams, JH Noir

3 years ago – Empathy Rating, me, and the bionic woman

Random Scotto factoid – I liked Dynamite Magazine when I was in elementary school, but only because of Magic Wanda’s tricks page. DYNAMITE (1974-1992)

The Rain stopped!

Enough looking out the window... time to chill out.

ok, I’ve implemented flex points in my system…we’ll see how that works out. Rather than point ranges for each day, 35 flex points are awarded each week. These points may be used as needed during the week. As part of this program Weight Watchers has eliminated point ranges and now assigns a single daily point value for each weight group. Seven days, five points a day, equals 35 points. I’ve done the math, and you still get the exact same number of points per week – it’s just a different psychological way of counting. They’re just modifying the system so that it’s in terms of a week rather than in terms of a day… though I can reserve some for a extra gluttonous day on occasion.

I’ve been craving ice cream cake since Cookie Puss has made a return to Carvel. Though… fudgie the whale seems to be sort of ironic. “To a whale of a dad… Here’s a big chunk of ice cream, tubbo!”

Speaking of which, I sort of like Am I Annoying or Not? of the “Or Not?” trends. Cleopatra’s Entry

Segue into Egypt…

Egyptian Scholar Planning Lawsuit Over Exodus Gold Continue reading

Hitchhiking is dangerous… too dangerous. Cannibals, you know.

I’ve been described as “A huge, hulking creature, with thick drool gurgling through tremendous pearly white fangs…a thick, bristly hide of poisonous quills and razor-sharp, rotating spines, exhaling a noxious, flammable gas from dripping nostrils, and can fire a concentrated energy beam from squinky, red eyeballs.”

I don’t have rotating dorsal spines and electrical ray-gun eyeballs. I am kind of husky though, and the nose drip and eye redness is only when I hit something I’m allergic to. The Noxious, flammable gas doesn’t come from my nose, and that’s only when I have a lot of broccoli.

Dave is a go for Lost realms this morning. That’s good!

Newt’s a sweetie… i ran out of soft treats to give him, and instead just poured a few kibs into my palm for him to have. He ate them just as greedily. I think he just likes being hand-fed by his mamma.

Received a wrong number phone call this morning… I’ve had them call before. A 6:15 call wasn’t what I was wanting to start the day with, but it got me up and moving. I’m off to the quest… until later, dear journal!

A picture of a tombstone got me to thinking….

Discovered that the only email I seem to get from Bigfoot is spam, anyway. Let it bounce, I say.

bigger tombstone, actual scribble sizebetter looking shrunkenI feel that the resized version actually helps the tombstone out… smoothes it more comfortably, and kills the jaggies.

Reflecting on the little service tunnels in the Boynton Beach mall. when they were building it, my brother and I would run around in there, and I played lazer tag (that spelling always bugged me… it’s LASER! Acronym! Light Amplification by the Stimulated Emission of Radiation! Like SCUBA, or NASA) in them with my buddies at the time. The perfect place to run and hide was underneath the escalators being built… reminds me…when I was a child, I remember having nightmares about escalators. They were in department stores, so underneath them, bathed in the green light, lived the mannequins. Where else would they live when they weren’t wearing clothes? a whole nation of subterranean naked mannequins…maybe it’s just me, but it’s still sort of scary.

I just looked at the mall food directory… the Taco Viva (yikes… whose nephew did they get to do the homepage?) I first worked at is gone. Fun times in the giant freezer, with rubber gloves full of frozen “el scorcho” sauce, set up to look like a lopped off arm… the mop dipped in hot water, and then slapped against the roof, freezing it there. I wonder which place replaced it? I didn’t know that Taco Viva, like Burger King and Miami Subs got its start in South Florida… I wonder if it’s just a local phenomenon? Weird… the first Taco Viva that ever opened was launched exactly a year and a day before I was born. I still remember the horrible Clint Eastwood “Mirage” commercials of folks lost in the desert, only to find a Viva oasis… (MM! over salted, spicy food when you’ve been trapped in thirsty heat!) When the person said “MmmM! Great taco, it all evaporated, because “he didn’t say viva…” “When you say taco, say viva” was the tagline. This is what the viva looked like, to a degree. A 3-d drawing of the old place… very strange seeing it like that, something like 17 years later. Thing is, they have far better food than Taco Bell… fresher, better portions, and serve beer with the meal in the food court. When I gamed with the Colinas, it was a regular mall staple. (Though they eventually turned me on to the much cheaper bell )Now I wonder if there are any Perkins or Lums left. (After research, Perkins, big yes, Lums… mehbeh.)

Anyhow, running around the mall after hours, whooping loudly, and laughing with the big security guard guy… what was his name? PJ? Something like that. I can’t remember but he was a nice guy, though sort of creepy because he was 30ish and seemed immature to us 16-year-old guys. A giant empty mall is the best place to play lazer tag, ever. Especially if you have two teams of about six people each.

Parting Quote from Norville “Shaggy” Rogers –

Hey, lady! Like, I thought this was America? I don’t want to live in a country where four hippies and a talking dog can’t have the freedom to catch fake ghosts with the occasional help of Phyllis Diller or the Harlem Globetrotters! That’s my America! And while you may not agree with my opinion, you’re not gonna change it!

Last but surely not least…
HAPPY 2ND BIRTHDAY LITTLE LEXIE LUTHOR!

Wow… pleasantly exhausting dreams last night. I wonder what factors make some vivid, and others difficult to remember? Emotional content? Adrenaline?

Seventy-eight full-color reasons to be glad you’re not in high-school any more.

They certainly seem to have more variety of industrial-distributed food, though.

Makes me miss my Speed Buggy Lunchbox.

some terrain for miniatures wargaming. Here’s a use for those AOL Discs…put a small glob of thick white glue on an old CD, then pile on bits of sprue, kitty litter, gravel or sand and cool looking bits on to it. (sprue and cool stuff first, then the grit just to cover any glue, then paint.. base in black, and dry brush the colors.

Hm… interesting. I submitted my figures to mkrealms, for an evaluation (Note, I paid about $28 total for the two starter sets of 10 that brought them together) not bad…$73 worth of figs. That Chaos mage is worth $21? Nutty collectors.3x the price, right out of the box.

http://www.mkrealms.com/cgi-bin/showcollection.cgi?username=scottobear&action=have

Got a new set of sheets today… made of an oddball t-shirt sort of cotton. Comfy. Very suited to a tie-dye project, but for now, pristine white is nice too… typing of which, I’m rather enjoying the feel of socks, lately. Times change.

I want someone to take me out to buy some new birks…and maybe some canvas sneakers.

Rain off and on like a little kid flicking a switch all day… wet- dry-wet-thunder-dry thunder-wet.

I remember reading the rules to Dungeons and Dragons on the way home from church, circa 1978. I didn’t see a clash, then… nor do I now, really.

I’m going to remember September 11 peaceably, by not turning on the television that day. That’s the last I’ll probably mention it.

Fun old TV video game commercials… that was my primary market. I admit it… first system? An Atari 2600, with a load of carts… about a year later a guy traded my father an Odyssey2 for some side-work help… jamming family with two game systems… no waiting. 🙂

Cool thing while looking for modeling links – Crash Bonsai is the creation of John Rooney, an artist who is torn between the desire to create and destroy. Recently, he has been making bonsai plants, and combining them with model cars and trucks, which he has creatively smashed and melted, to create “Crash Bonsai,” little living car crash sculptures. I may do something like this… maybe have some heroclix having a happy picnic.

Newton has the uncanny ability to be in the bathtub or sink whenever I have the urge to use it. I think he knows that I’m going to distract him with a milk-ring to attack, before I hop in, and get the water running.

I wonder… It’s nearly a year after the WTC tragedy, and I’ve not heard a single ghost story regarding it. Violent death and unfinished business is there… I wonder why no tales? No supernatural stories of thousands of revenants pursuing and exacting vengeance against those that took them from the physical world.

Pedestrian troubles at the beach… I hope it does mean bicycles are allowed, too. (even though as far as I know, and the dictionary agrees… Pedestrian means travel on foot as a walker… not a foot-powered device.)

Oh, man… I’m guilty of a bunch of red flags…Specifically #2 (depending on the definition of large), #3, possibly #4 (I refuse to give radio shack or anyone my phone number, for spam reasons), #5 (see #4), #6… isn’t that an impulse buy?, #8… I have a good job, but take the bus.., #14…encryption and pgp, #20 is really the best way, anyhow, #23… our mail shop …yike, #25 pod, #33… I like Lego and my digi-cam, palm pilot, and ‘pooter, #37… we do have masons and Kiwanis where I work, plus, we have an assortment of fanatics, depending on how you define that.

#39… I work until after dark… and I really dig the term “under black of night”… Ninjas!

On my formative years… Saturday mornings when I was seven.

I was *always* torn at 11ish… Ark II vs. Krofft supershow vs. Land of the Lost.

Ark II had a talking chimp.

Krofft – the colors! the spandex! the bay city rollers. I remember seeing them singing Saturday night.

Land of the Lost… Sleestaks and Dinosaurs. I hated the humans on the show, though. I sided with the reptiles.

Possibly Scotto’s secret origin?

The best list of possible band names ever.

This makes me think of sweetalyssm‘s puppyfrog. Good plan, crab of ineffable wisdom!

paper models, and assorted heroclix stuff…

What do you get when you cross a Chinese restaurant with an Indian tribe?

Lo Mien on the totem pole!

*Hides from thrown produce*

I wonder if that’s considered politically incorrect these days?

Aside from the recorder, I have half a mind to pick up the didgeridoo… but first things first.

Heh… now *that*’s a comic book cover, though I sorta dig the the coolest way to fight crime… with fish

Speaking of fish-smacks… I think the sturgeon are up to something.

Random Scotto flashback… 1980. My brother is 8 years old, and he’s making us scrambled eggs with cheese for Saturday breakfast. He’s totally proud of himself, and I think it’s pretty cool too. The eggs were really good, with a dash of pepper on top and with a side of buttered toast. I could go for those right now, honestly… even though the whole uric acid thing is grossitty-gross gross. My brother was a really sweet little kid. (Now, he’s a sweet big kid.)

It turns out that if you dress up your delivery staff in cheap Spiderman outfits, your sales will go through the roof. Love the guy with the glasses. I think the world needs more delivery-people and promoters dressed as superheroes…it’d be like living in Marvel Manhattan!

Newt’s been a morning slacker today… just sort of walking and flopping down to take scritchies. The good life.

9:30… time for the three S’s. Until Later, dear journal.