10/24
Weirdo dreams last night... I dreamt that I was a professional shopper.. one of those guys that goes to stores, buys something, and then appraises the salespeople. I was pretty nice overall, but got mad when a lady figured out who I was, and tried to bribe me with free hats.

Hmm.. I was hasty on judging the Newtcam dead... it looks ok this morn... I guess it's just spotty. (I'm still getting a new one, soon.)

Egads! There's a Cap'n Crunch and (even better) Jean La Foote action figure! I wonder if Jean'll be at the toy fair this thanksgiving.

Regarding the picture... It's my sweetheart and me working on the steam-powered battle tank... Let's see the zombies get through this! Undead meanies... if there are any mummies, they'll be dry enough to use for fuel!

The BBC has won a court case against the Metropolitan Police over the trademark of the TARDIS...er, police box.



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A slight variant on the mechanics piccie, just to compare server speeds. I think Netscape (this one) is much slower.



ew... who makes a chocolate frosted apple-filled doughnut? I just ate it for breakfast...my bro brought me the doughnut last night... he went on a goodie run, and dropped it off late. Another perq of having him next door, to be sure! :)

I thought it'd be Bavarian cream or something. It's an unusual combination of flavors. not bad, just unexpected. it was a glazed, filled doughnut, with chocolate icing on top... you figure... custard or cream, right?

Wrong-o... Apple-cinnamon.

Nice sugar rush to follow, though, I'm sure. :)

Ok... off to work, Mr. Scotto, chocolate/apple gizzard guy.

I'm glad that it seems that the snipers in Maryland have been caught... I hope that's the end of that horrible stress. One less thing for folks to worry about. That's a layer of the onionskin I can peel off. I hope that decompression continues... I feel a couple of weights remaining to be lifted.

I really like the Salem police department's shoulder patch. That's the real logo.

Random Scotto factoid - I associate scarecrows with ghosts, but I don't think of them as frightening. I feel that it's the arms outstretched perpendicular, strikes me more like a waiting and friendly embrace rather than something that's been crucified. Perhaps the ghost vibe comes from the old clothes involved in the production I think. The last costume I wore was a scarecrow, going to see Lenny Kravitz with Nicole and Heather... (They were The Wicked Witch and Dorothy, by the way... Both looked outstanding. I still have the floppy hat that I wore, somewhere.) I got some nice compliments when I went out with those two..."Way to go! Lucky Man!" People tended to assume I was dating one or both of them. They were funny... they'd make up stories about me, and then start to believe them… because of something I might have said offhand. I'd feed their imagination by never confirming or denying anything, instead, just leaving open-ended questions with replies that instead raised more queries.



Sweet dreams, dear journal. Or in the words of my pet skeleton...

and when I say good night
the pictures in my head
will dance around the room
and frolic in my bed
and when I say good day
they hide behind my eyes
waiting for the dreaming
to bring them back to life