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get it out, rewrite later, when more awake… in the style of a semibiography translated from 1349.

There are some in my family who say I bear a passing resemlence to Ziito, the large height, wild hair, predeliction to tell tall tales, and a willingness to confuse and amuse the royals as well as the common man.I’m going to tell you about my third favorite ancestor, and then go to bed…one of the most remarkable magicians of whom history has any record, Ziito.

He was a sorcerer at the court of King Wenceslaus of Bohemia (afterwards Emperor of Germany) toward the end of the 14th century and among his more famous exploits is on chronicled by Dulsavius, bishop of Olmutz, in his History of Bohemia. On the occasion of the marriage of Wenceslaus with Sophia, daughter of the elector Palatine of Bavaria, the elector, knowing his son-in-law’s liking for juggling and magical exhibitions, brought in his train with a number of morris-dancers, jugglers and such entertainers. When they came forward to give their exhibition, Ziito remained unobtrusively among the spectators. He was not entirely unnoticed, however, for his remarkable appearance drew the attention of those around him. His oddest feature was his mouth, which actually stretched from ear to ear. After watching the magicians for some time in silence, Ziito appeared to become exasperated at the halting way in which the tricks were carried through and going up to the principal magician he taunted him with incompetency. The rival professor defended his performance, and a discussion ensured which ended at last by Ziito swallowing his opponent just as he stood, leaving only his shoes, which were said to be dirty, and unfit for consumption. After this extraordinary feat, he retired for a little while to a closet, from which he shortly emerged, leading the rival magician by the hand. He then gave a performance of his own which put the former exhibition entirely in the shade. He changed himself into many diverse shapes, taking the form first one person than another, none of whom bore any resemblance either to himself or each other. In a car drawn by barn-door fowl, he kept pace with the King’s carriage. When the guests were assembled at dinner, the played a multitude of elfish tricks on them, to their amusement or annoyance, however the case may be.

Indeed he was at all times an exceedingly mischievous creature, as is shown by another story told of him. Feigning to be in want of money, and apparently casting about for the means for obtaining some, he at length took a handful of corn and made it look like thirty fat hogs. These he took to Michael, a rich but very mean dealer. The latter purchased them after some haggling, but was warned not to let them drink at the river. The warning was disregarded , and the hogs turned back into the grains of corn. The enraged dealer went in search of Ziito, whom he found at last at a vintner’s shop. In vain Michael shouted and stamped, the magician took no notice, but seemed to be in a fit of abstraction. The dealer, beside himself seized Ziito’s foot and pulled it as hard as he could. To his dismay, the foot and leg came right off while Ziito screamed lustily and hauled Michael before the judge, where the two presented their complaints. What the decision was, history doesn’t relate, but it is unlikely that Ziito came off for the worse.- (from Spence’s Encyclopedia of the Occult.)

Very extraordinary things are related of Ziito, a sorcerer, in the court of Wenceslaus, king of Bohemia and afterwards emperor of Germany, in the latter part of the fourteenth century. This is perhaps, all things considered, the most wonderful specimen of magical power any where to be found. It is gravely recorded by Dubravius, bishop of Olmutz, in his History of Bohemia. It was publicly exhibited on occasion of the marriage of Wenceslaus with Sophia, daughter of the elector Palatine of Bavaria, before a vast assembled multitude.

The father-in-law of the king, well aware of the bridegroom’s known predilection for theatrical exhibitions and magical illusions, brought with him to Prague, the capital of Wenceslaus, a whole waggon-load of morrice-dancers and jugglers, who made their appearance among the royal retinue. Meanwhile Ziito, the favourite magician of the king, took his place obscurely among the ordinary spectators. He however immediately arrested the attention of the strangers, being remarked for his extraordinary deformity, and a mouth that stretched completely from ear to ear. Ziito was for some time engaged in quietly observing the tricks and sleights that were exhibited. At length, while the chief magician of the elector Palatine was still busily employed in shewing some of the most admired specimens of his art, the Bohemian, indignant at what appeared to him the bungling exhibitions of his brother-artist, came forward, and reproached him with the unskilfulness of his performances. The two professors presently fell into warm debate. Ziito, provoked at the insolence of his rival, made no more ado but swallowed him whole before the multitude, attired as he was, all but his shoes, which he objected to because they were dirty. He then retired for a short while to a closet, and presently returned, leading the magician along with him.

Having thus disposed of his rival, Ziito proceeded to exhibit the wonders of his art. He shewed himself first in his proper shape, and then in those of different persons successively, with countenances and a stature totally dissimilar to his own; at one time splendidly attired in robes of purple and silk, and then in the twinkling of an eye in coarse linen and a clownish coat of frieze. He would proceed along the field with a smooth and undulating motion without changing the posture of a limb, for all the world as if he were carried along in a ship. He would keep pace with the king’s chariot, in a car drawn by barn-door fowls. He also amused the king’s guests as they sat at table, by causing, when they stretched out their hands to the different dishes, sometimes their hands to turn into the cloven feet of an ox,and at other times into the hoofs of a horse. He would clap on them the antlers of a deer, so that, when they put their heads out at window to see some sight that was going by, they could by no means draw them back again; while he in the mean time feasted on the savoury cates that had been spread before them, at his leisure.

At one time he pretended to be in want of money, and to task his wits to devise the means to procure it. On such an occasion he took up a handful of grains of corn, and presently gave them the form and appearance of thirty hogs well fatted for the market. He drove these hogs to the residence of one Michael, a rich dealer, but who was remarked for being penurious and thrifty in his bargains. He offered them to Michael for whatever price he should judge reasonable. The bargain was presently struck, Ziito at the same time warning the purchaser, that he should on no account drive them to the river to drink. Michael however paid no attention to this advice; and the hogs no sooner arrived at the river, than they turned into grains of corn as before. The dealer, greatly enraged at this trick, sought high and low for the seller that he might be revenged on him. At length he found him in a vintner’s shop seemingly in a gloomy and absent frame of mind, reposing himself, with his legs stretched out on a form. The dealer called out to him, but he seemed not to hear. Finally he seized Ziito by one foot, plucking at it with all his might. The foot came away with the leg and thigh; and Ziito screamed out, apparently in great agony. He seized Michael by the nape of the neck, and dragged him before a judge. Here the two set up their separate complaints, Michael for the fraud that had been committed on him, and Ziito for the irreparable injury he had suffered in his person. From this adventure came the proverb, frequent in the days of the historian, speaking of a person who had made an improvident bargain, “He has made just such a purchase as Michael did with his hogs.”

from Godwin’s Lives of the Necromancers

{recount my comperable tales involving Dunkin’ Donuts, the drunk with the glass eye, and the yodelling nanny goat. also the country-fried steak eating contest with Steve at Po’ Folks.}


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Random Scotto trivia.

I’ve been nearly every male position at a wedding, save for groom and minister. (and I qualify to do either of those, once I renew my notary. 🙂 )

ring bearer – check!
usher – Check!
honorary father of the bride – check!
best man – Check!

other positions of note – usher at funeral, pallbearer, altar boy.

Bouncer (briefly), library page, information broker, researcher, and homework-doer for pay.

other positions – data entry, catalog programming in assorted langs, taco viva cook, software sales, furniture assembler, book sales, Santa’s helper, clown, security at renfaires, jewelry salesman, pourer of beer, troll, protector of fairies. computer teacher, and resident knower of things obscure. (not all at once, mind you)

Halloween story seed.

According to Scandinavian lore, the ghost of a dead infant was called an utburd, which meant *child carried outside*. The utburd was vengeance incarnate, and also a symbol of an old tradition: letting newly-born children die of exposure when it wasn’t practical to feed them. The illustrative tale associated with this ghost (real quick) is: a fisherman and his wife must live a sickly child outside to die because of all the mouths they already have to feed. Later, it enters through their keyhole, then crawls up on the woman while she sleeps and tears out her eyes.

Other traits of the utburd; generally invisible, but can take the shapes of animals such as owls, or black dogs. It can also grow to the size of a cow or turn into a curl of wispy smoke. It could make sounds like boulders dropping. It also continued to take victims long after it exacted its revenge on the parents that killed it. Its main method of attack was to chase down lonely travelers, and then press an invisible weight down on the victim’s chest, crushing him/her

Sakes… Teach me to read Norse Eddas at 2 in the morning. I’m going to have nightmares now for sure.

oh, how neat!

cool things happening to me today, making up for the downsides…

downside- Latrav is not here today
upside – Cider is back!
downside – working late
upside – got tasty sammiches with pix!
downside – dale left early, and I had to play fixit
upside – a kind soul paid for a year of LJ! *THANK YOU*
downside – deal left early must do much work
upside – i control the radio! and I can chat with aim pals for a while!

replying to zebra – the FAQ grows.

**disclaimer, all answers subject to change at my own whim… **

So let’s talk about you.

Who are you? I’m Scotto, pleased to meet you.

Why are you here? A great number of reasons. I love the ability to post my journal online, private stuff to myself, public things for a bunch of nice folks to read. I’ve kept posting publicly, because I lovesome of the kind folks I’ve met.

How did you find this? By way of Ana cam. I’ve been a fan of her site for some years now.

Do you have a favorite color? Yes!

What is it? Green (sometimes Purple)

When’s the last time you brushed your teeth? This morning, after breakfast.

Who do YOU think shot JFK? He wasn’t shot. He was killed on a hunting expedition in Africa by a tiger in 1960. 1963 Dallas was a stand-in, and a poor one.

Do you sing loud when you’re by yourself? If the song requires it.

What’s your weirdest quirk? Collecting “trophies” of folks I care about. (all are given to me freely, not stolen, or garbage.)

If you could ask any one person any question in the world and get an honest answer, what would you ask and to whom? There’s no secret I need to know that badly.

Do people ask you for advice a lot? Yes. Although it’s not often followed.

What would you ask me if you could ask me any question you wanted? What brought this questionnaire on?

Do you think there’s a meaning to life? Growth, improvement, Love (not necessarily in that order)

Do you believe in God? Not as a big man in robes in the sky, no.

Do you want to marry? If I meet the right person, yes.

What’s the last dream you had? living in a hostel with some ex-friends, I was concerned about the conditions for Newton, my cat, as the door wouldn’t close, and he’s an indoor cat. We were undercover, posing as drifters to catch and kill a villain of some sort.

If you could be anyone’s underwear for a day, whose would you be? I don’t have a longing to be anyone’s undergarment.

Do you still talk to your parents? Yes, although I prefer the answers I get from the dead one.

Who’s your favorite character off Sesame Street? Rowlf, in his Cameos, Ernie in his mainstreams.

Do you like The Far Side? Yes! But I’m glad he stopped, as he was burning out.

Are you, too, afraid of the Village People? Not even a little bit. I find them entertaining, and a constant source of amusement.

If you had to sum up your entire life’s experiences in a single song, which song would you pick? These days, I lean to “Yesterday” by the Beatles. Times change, though.

Do you have a picture of yourself you really like? Yes, a few.

Are your elbows resting on anything right now? air

Are you wearing glasses? Nope!

Socks? nope!

Shoes? Nope!

Jewelry? Necklace made of seashells and beads.

Clothes? Yes! Joe-Boxer shorts, plain white t-shirt, ghi pants.

Do you believe in miracles? I believe incredible, unexplained things can happen.

What’s the last nice thing you did for someone, just because? Bought Pixie Dinner, and gave slice & Soda to Joel.

So where is Jimmy Hoffa, anyway? Four words into the question.

Did that make you smile? No, but I was grinning already.

If you suddenly woke up tomorrow with the ability to make anyone vanish from the face of the earth at will, never to return again, would you use it? If provoked enough, yes.

What shampoo do you use to wash your hair? Kangaroo somethingorother. It’s good.

What is your name? “My name is Legion,” he replied, “for we are many.”

When’s the last time you mailed something via post? 3 weeks ago, a letter to a friend in the Utah.

Do you speak any languages besides English? Pig Latin, gibberish, city-speak, gutter talk, a mishmash of Japanese, Spanish, German, what have you.

Are you the only person in America who watches French art films? No, but I am one of some.

When is the last time you couldn’t quit laughing? Talking with my brother in borders last Sunday, telling an off-color joke.

Are you a patient person? With people who deserve it, in my opinion. People who have lost my trust, or are deliberately being stupid get the short end of the stick.

Do you fall in love easily? I get crushes easily. Love, not nearly as often.

What’s the last book you read? From cover to cover? The KJV bible.

What time is it? 11:06pm EDT, Tuesday, October 10, 2000.

What was the last thing you drank? Mountain Dew in a can. 12 oz.

Where are you? In my apartment in Pompano Beach, Florida, USA, Earth, 3 planets out from Sol.

How are you? My mother and father copulated, and 9 months later, here I am. I’m doing ok.

Why are you where you are? Because I’m not anyplace else. Personal Choice.

Why are you how you are? My environment and experiences summed me up to this point.

Be honest this time — how are you? I’m ok. Things have been better, they’ve been worse. I’m on a positive path, if a bit unsteady.

Are you satisfied with that? Yes, as long as long as things keep progressing in a reasonable way.

Have you ever written fan mail? Yes, to Robert Anton Wilson, Timothy Leary, Santa Claus, Sean Young, and Harrison Ford. Got nice replies from them all, too, if a few were form letters.

How about a letter to the president? President Carter was the last President I wrote to.

Do you have a checking account? Nope!

Are you registered to vote? Yup!

Did you bless the last person who sneezed around you? I gave a Gesundheit, if that counts.

Do you prefer white bread or wheat? Wheat

Low or high-octane gasoline? Neither. We have technology to bypass those. If forced, I choose the most efficient.

Do you like spinach? Yes.

Think about this once more, harder this time, and answer it for me again — who are you?
“I am a son,” he answered, “a firstborn.”
“I am your servant, and servant to mankind.”
“I am an alien and a stranger among you. Sell me some property for a burial site here so I can bury my dead.”
“I am nothing but dust and ashes, much as yourself.”

A better question would have been “Who (or what) aren’t I?” To penalize you, I shall give my answer in a multiple-choice format:

Am I:

(A)An ancient and powerful conspiracy that has manipulated humanity since the beginning of time for its own dark purposes?

(B)A hoax that only a raving paranoid would give any credence to?

(C)An interstellar power devoted to the utter destruction of the existing social order?

(D)The ultimate step in human evolution?

(E)A sick, twisted joke that’s gotten *way* out of hand?

or (F)All of the above?

Determining which (if any) of these answers is the correct one is left as an exercise for the reader.

riding the latest meme wave…. kellie, petfish, latrav and more!

1) What is your greatest extravagance?

Newton, I’ve spent more on him than anything else in recent memory… and worth every penny.

2) What sounds do you love most?

Newtie mewing when I get home, rainy white noise, friends laughing, toe-tappy music.

3) What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?

Hopelessness, the kind of feeling you can’t get out of.

4) Boxers or briefs?

I wear boxers when with others, either or when alone…whatever’s clean. 🙂

5) If there is a heaven, what do you want to hear God say when you arrive?

Good job, son. See, this isn’t all BS after all.. c’mon in…

6) What is your motto? Pax, Lux, Veritas – Peace, Light, Truth.

7) Do you have a dog?

Nope! Newton is a cat.

8) What is your favorite curse word?

*unpublishable here, due to FCC regulations*

9) If you were a super-hero, which one would you be?

Want to be – Reed Richards, of the fantastic Four
Would probably be – Animal Man (Grant morrison version)

10) How would you like to die?

painlessly, quickly, and after everyone else.

11) If you were a convenience food, which one would you be?

A frosted strawberry pop-tart.

12) What sounds do you hate?

wounded noises, screams, whining.

13) Which talent would you most like to have?

A comforting manner, to be naturally soothing.

14) What is your most treasured possession?

do pets count as possessions? Newton. Otherwise, my home-made necklace from dear friends.

15) If you are not the winner, would you rather be the runner-up or just take your ball and go home?

to paraphrase Ringo… “I’m just happy to be in the game”

feelings hurt?

some folks I talked to fairly frequently last month have kind of all but blown me off. It saddens me, as I’m a nice guy. Folks get caught up in other situations, though, I guess. One’s an LJer, two are folks that have moved out of state, and one that left where I work currently.

I’m happy that there are other folks that are around for me to talk to, both on LJ, and in real life. The really irritating thing is, I call and e-mail, and get no reply. that’s just rude. If you don’t want to talk to me, tell me, don’t have me glean it from holding one-sided conversations.

This has been a public service announcement. Treat people with honesty and courtesy.

That’s all

7 deadly sins

Hm. Well, in evaluating my personal flaws… I’d say sloth (on the physical side) is the real winner for me, although I do dip into the Anger and Lust jars on occasion.

How aobut you folks? which of the big seven are you most guilty of?

Pride is excessive belief in one’s own abilities, that interferes with the individual’s recognition of the grace of God. It has been called the sin from which all others arise. Pride is also known as Vanity.

Envy is the desire for others’ traits, status, abilities, or situation.

Gluttony is an inordinate desire to consume more than that which one requires.

Lust is an inordinate craving for the pleasures of the body.

Anger is manifested in the individual who spurns love and opts instead for fury. It is also known as Wrath.

Covetousness is the desire for material wealth or gain, ignoring the realm of the spiritual. It is also called Greed.

Sloth is the avoidance of physical or spiritual work.

ugh! Monday already?

This is getting to be a routine with me. Still shaking off the sleepies that are clinging to me like some sort of mental kudzu. Newt bolted out of the house this morning, as I got back from doing laundry, and I had to use my ‘stun-volume’ yell to stop him from running out into the street. (It’s pretty cool… if I bellow at him really loudly, he’ll go down on is belly, and I can then sort of walk over to him and pick him up. I think he think’s it’s some sort of game.) Still, it’s better to yell at him than have him creamed in front of my apartment. Silly guy wanted to play paperwad fetch the rest of the morning before I went to work, so I obliged him. 🙂