The Bigfoot Field Researchers Organization claims to be "the only scientific organization probing the bigfoot/sasquatch mystery." The site is full of Bigfoot/Sasquatch legends, theories, evidence (or lack thereof), research and projects, and news.



BFRO maintains a dubious, but thorough database of Sasquatch sightings around the world. Bigfoot gets around, that there have even been a few sightings in South Florida!



Here's a cam cutaway to what my region is looking like.

West Palm Beach Cam




Pompano Beach Cam via http://www.hurricanecity.com/cam.htm




Sun Sentinel Cam




or maybe one of my faves, the miami beach cam... really a bunch of images meshed together, 4 times a day.



via clickten

The Yellow Pestilence - http://www.geocities.com/Athens/4725/files/welsh.html

"This life tells us that Shortly after Saint Teliavus had received the pastoral care of the Church of Llandaff, on account of a pestilence which nearly destroyed the whole nation he was obliged to leave Wales. It was called the Yellow Pestilence, because it made everyone it attacked yellow and bloodless; it appeared to men in the form of a column consisting of a watery cloud passing over the whole region. Everything living that it touched with its pestilential breath either died straightway or became sick unto death."

Seemingly this Yellow Pestilence appeared with some frequency; a vaporous cloud that floated gently down the valleys, descending on St David's and rained down on the populace. All who were touched by the cloud, or who breathed of it, were struck down by the yellow plague, becoming lethargic, sick and finally turning yellow before succumbing to death.



What if there was more to it than that...?



In a time when buboes herald the coming of death across the land, and villages close their boundaries to all outsiders, turn away those travellers trapped between settlements and rain arrows on messengers who may carry the black death between towns, the Yellow Pestilence strikes in the valleys.



The villagers sicken turning bright yellow in hue, and die, only to rise again as the Yellow Pestilence feeds them.



And then clings to them, carried by their dead steps to another village.



And another.



And another.



Maybe actually apply this story to modern times. The plague is unearthed by miners and only by researching old myths can the zombies be stopped. If there's time.

I slept eight hours last night, but it doesn't feel like it was enough... usually a hot shower and a walk fixes me up, but no dice this go around. no recollection of the evening's dreams. I'd like to blame the time change, but I'm not sure that's what did it.



I wonder if I'm the only one suffering with yahoo mail this weekend... lots of trouble getting into the inbox the first time in. usually, I'll see everyone else griping about thaty sort of thing in their lj's.



part of an email from Rick...

I tried to make it through a Queer As Folk episode. This is the show about gay people who have gay sex and talk about their gayness in between eating gay food and working at their gay jobs. It sucks. It depicts gay people in the same way the average UPN sitcom mirrors the rich tapestry of African-American life.

Heh... I've never seen QAF, but I trust his judgement. I'm not sure why it's ok for people of any group to hold themselves up to a stereotype when nobody else can. I'm sort of an all or nothing mindset, really (leaning to the everyone can mock everyone, if they want to). I've never been very fond of political correctness...I think some things are simply correct or not.



on another tack -



custom signs - http://www.electromark.com/ffsignwizard.asp?templateXML=S-50_3.5X5.xml&catgid=3 ... I want to make a bunch... silly, the things that amuse me. I only wish that they had more "falling rocks and children crossing" style, but you can upload your own image, if you like. I'm probably going to play with it more when I get home from work tonight.



I've watched a pot until it boiled, and I don't even have heat vision. I then made macaroni and cheese, with peas and little pearl onions... so take that, cliche'!



Mondays are wonderful to come home to Newt... he missed me after having me around all weekend, so he's all crazy-lovey. It took ten solid minutes of cat-squishing to get him to relax and knowI'm in with him for the night...so he can dash off, and hang out on the cardbard boxes.



found a new supplier for goodies... that video card is $100, and looks to be easily installed. I look forward to having that machine up and solid...I'm going to bring the laptop in to work once I have the big machine solid, and back her up there... I'm contemplating the new network... point (palm), Line (laptop), Square (Web server), and Cube for Big Boy. Or maybe not.



Ack! Dang Yahoo!

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bah!



ah... scalding hot shower on my rhino hide feels sooooo good after a long day. my shoulders are still steaming.



War Ellie figs from Warhammer Ancient Battles. I want a battle elephant! If I don't get carving soon, I'm going to yodel or something. (note, of course, my ellie-carving skills are mighty crude, compared to the folks that did those miniatures. I really like the quilted armor about five down.)
























You know that of Hannibal's ellies, he started with 34, but only seven survived the trip. Poor things, but the two big battles were won, anyhow. Carthaginians were mighty. Sadly, like Antony, he too pussed out and took his own life to avoid repercussions.



Sleeping in airports. (here's mine! How nice, it's an acceptable one.) Hmm... scary that Miami is as acceptable... must be the security. I wish I'd known about it when I was sans a place to live. Living on the beach isn't too bad, but I'm glad those days are behind me.



singing eugene has added a few songs since last year, too. go visit virtual om, too. I could stare stupidly at either for quite a while.



going beddy bye, now... nighters, all.



Back from this morning's walk... dreamed that I was riding with my sweetie on the back of a woolly mammoth...(I tell you what, I bet washing and brushing it would be a full-time job. I'll bathe it if she takes care of the Mammoth's snarly locks.) But we were in a covered howdah, with the bottom removed, so we could pet the ellie's pelt, but still have cover from the weather...it wasn't bad though... night time, clear, cool. I would prefer being there right now, actually. we were riding through a high-grassed meadow, laying on our backs, looking a the stars...a slow, loping walk, just letting the hairy beastie go where it wanted to.



big piccie of ellie armor (I'm going to slightly modify it and make it desktop wallpaper... by putting my sweetie, Newt and myself on his back)














I like it, but I think I'd prefer it in bright red or dark green.



If Newton could yell "Death from above! Suffer, Yeti who is my father!", he would have. I just got up to go to the bathroom, walked past my dresser, and was tackled by a predatory psycho-kitty. He is now sitting on my shoulders. He initially landed on my head, and I was totally unprepared for his oomph-tackle, and replied with a *waugh*. almost immediately after, I cracked up, laughing.



Want to see my freedom force dream team? I think they should fight the naked robot monkey I bet my beloved would say "he's just misunderstood!".



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no? Well, here they are, anyhow.







they are, from left to right, for the cartoon or server impaired -



black widow, bizarro, plastic man, wonder woman, nick fury, shanna the she-devil, man-thing, cliff steele-robotman, mad dog, and poison ivy.



all feed into different elements of my mindset. My love of "underdog heroes" and misfits stand out... not to mention a certain redhead in a leopard print outfit. Monga !



oh, and beast!






Naked Robot monkey says you must obey!



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angry kid, from the guys who did wallace and gromit.



not for the easily offended. cracked me up! Thanks to for pointing me there, and all the laughies!







The baha men are trying to push a new album... didn't anyone tell them that "who let the dogs out" is a one hit wonder song?



I'm sort of fiddling with pictures lately, making skins of my beloved, Newton (once I get a big-cat framework), and myself as superheroes for freedom force.



The Carpet Cougar, Magnificent Moonflower, and being known only as the Pod...I'm still debating what powers to give each.



I think Newt-hero will get a cybernetic brain, blitzkrieg, claws, superleap, running speed and charming appearance, to start.... Maybe a surprise attack, too... stealth?



Holy cow! look at the time! I've got to get to work!

random scotto factoid -

Schoolhouse rock can make me cry. The final five lines have always choked me up. I'm a sentimental pod, at times. I miss a cousin with 2 spare foot-digits that I've never met. Fine, funky beat, too. I could see Phish doing a cover.

Little Twelvetoes

Music & Lyrics: Bob Dorough

Sung by: Bob Dorough




Now if man had been born with 6 fingers on each hand, he'd also have

12 toes or so the theory goes. Well, with twelve digits, I mean

fingers, he probably would have invented two more digits when he

invented his number system. Then, if he saved the zero for the end,

he could count and multiply by twelve just as easily as you and I do
by ten.

Now if man had been born with 6 fingers on each hand, he'd probably
count: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, dek, el,
doh. "Dek" and "el" being two entirely new signs meaning ten and
eleven. Single digits! And his twelve, "doh", would be written 1-0.

Get it? That'd be swell, for multiplying by 12.



Hey little twelvetoes, I hope you're well.

Must be some far-flung planet where you dwell.

If we were together, you could be my cousin,

Down here we call it a dozen.

Hey little twelvetoes, please come back home.


Now if man had been born with 6 fingers on each hand, his children
would have 'em too. And when they played hide-and-go-seek they'd
count by sixes fast. And when they studied piano, they'd do their
six-finger exercises. And when they went to school, they'd learn the
golden rule, and how to multiply by twelve easy: just put down a
zero. But me, I have to learn it the hard way.

Lemme see now:

One times 12 is twelve, two times 12 is 24.

Three times 12 is 36, four times 12 is 48, five times 12 is 60.

Six times 12 is 72, seven times 12 is 84.

Eight times 12 is 96, nine times 12 is 108, ten times 12 is 120.

Eleven times 12 is 132, and 12 times 12 is 144. WOW!


Hey little twelvetoes, I hope you're thriving.

Some of us ten-toed folks are still surviving.

If you help me with my twelves, I'll help you with your tens.

And we could all be friends.

Little twelvetoes, please come back home.




listen for yourself.(save it locally, the server is too slow to stream)



Well, I can't go to bed feeling misty. Let's turn this boat around, and I'll show another schoolhouse rock song that makes me feel goofy and smiley.



Nighty night, dear journal.




Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla



Now I have a friend named Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla

and I could say that Rufus found a kangaroo

That followed Rufus home

And now tbat kangaroo belongs

To Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla ...

Whew! I could say that, but I don't have to

Because I have pronouns I can say,

He found a kangaroo that followed him home

And now it is his

You see, he, him and his are pronouns

Replacing the noun Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla,

A very proper noun,

And it is a pronoun replacing the noun kangaroo.

Now comma,

Now Rufus has a sister named Rafaella Gabriela Sarsaparilla

If she found a kangaroo I'd say to you

She found a kangaroo that followed her home

and now it is hers but I can't say that

Because she found an aardvark

That fell in love with her and they're so happy.



And my name is Albert Andreas Armadillo

(No relation to the Sarsaparillas)

Because of pronouns I can say

I wish she would find a rhinoceros for me

And we'd be happy.

You see, a pronoun was made to take the place of a noun

Because saying all those nouns over and over

Can really wear you down.


Now I could tell you Rafaella Gabriela

and Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla and

Albert Andreas Armadillo found

an aardvark, a kangaroo and a rhinoceros

And now that aardvark and that kangaroo

and that rhinoceros belong respectively to

Rafaella Gabriela Sarsaparilla

and Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla

and Albert Andreas Armadillo

Whew! Because of pronouns I can say in this way,

We found them and they found us

And now they are ours and we're so happy

Thank you pronouns!

A pronoun was made to take the place of a noun

Because saying all those nouns over and over

Can really wear you down.



Sometimes when we take them all on the bus

People really raise a fuss

They start shouting out pronouns at us

Like, "Who brought that rhinoceros on the bus?"

And "What made that horrible noise?"

And "Which one of them's getting off first?"

Who what and which are special pronouns

which can ask a question in the sense

where you do not know the name of the noun.



But I know

I have mine and she has hers and he has his

You have yours

They love us and we love them

What's ours is theirs, that's how it is with friends.

And pronouns, you are really friends.

Cause saying all those nouns over and over

can really wear you down.




listen for yourself! (save it locally, the server is too slow to stream)



Had a very nice walk this morning.. headed up to the beach...population was low, so it was pleasant to roam a little. On the beach walk, I saw two different people walking with toothpick in their mouths...I wonder if they came from the same eatery. Things locally have pretty much calmed down, with most of the drunken school party-folk headed back to an education of a more institutional sort.



Last night I dreamt that friend's memoirs had been published and was being very well recieved by the public.... but he'd forgotten to get permission to name names before setting the tome in print. People kept coming over to his house, with highlighted copies of the book in hand. For every incedent of the person's name they were allowed to take one item from his house. Some folks went easy on him, taking little things... (like a spoon or videocasettes). A jealous "friend" took all the doors in his house... apparently he was mentioned a number of times, and wanted a cut of the profits. A lawyer was making sure that the things taken weren't "disposable"... I asked if I could just take a paper towel, and was denied.



Off to shower, though the weather wasn't really hot enough to warrant it. just a good jump start for the day.

Joe: What is that, a teddy bear?
Waponi chief: No, it is my soul.
Joe: I hope you don't lose it.
Waponi chief: So do I.







Freedom Force is cool. I'll be buying it once my other projects calm to a simmer. (And I finish galactic battlegrounds and no one lives forever... birthday gifts as yet unplayed.)



Time change is coming up this Sunday... sort of surreal that most of the timepieces here reset by themselves... the VCR, computers, caller ID phone, palmtop. sometime in the morning, an hour will just distintigrate. I used to like staying up, and waiting for it to happen. I sort of got a kick out of *blink* and presto! an hour has flown! (or even better, later on...presto! rewind!)



The Poem Tag project is out of control... 131 and growing! that's crazy... just follow the linkies. Well, I won't abandon it, but I'm only going to add a maximum of ten a day.



I want the day to fly by, so I can get the weekend rolling, or a robot double to fill in for me at work. I'm looking forward to tonight.



Got a new supplier of tech, so I think I might build a web server for laughs, and just abandon the big brain project... use him for scrap. I can get a 1.7 machine for cheap-cheap, and it has a load of goodness. I will snag all the good bits out of big brain, (just the burner, and video card, really) , but the new machine will be XP / 2000 / *nix multiple boot, for brewing, doing software and net fiddling. Also, with the video card in place, newtcam will go 24/7 or so again! :)

*yawn*



Newt is sleepy too! Talking to the little boy this morning...noticed something.




Have you seen the blue eagle on the new US 57 cent stamp? Ye gods, it would be right at home at a Nuremburg rally. Someone actually wrote about it.



I don't agree with those written opinions, but looking at the conspiracy theorist under a magnifying glass... you can see the knowledge he has, and the misapplication of same. A lot of the information *is* sound, but the reaching involved cracks me up. That sort of rant makes for a perfect additional spooky-loony character that gets killed off after explaining the plot to an invesigator or main character.



The guy seems to forget that the eagle is the national emblem of the USA. Has been for over 200 years, and that nobody has a market on art deco design. I wonder what shaped that guy's perspectives to the current leaning. Is he just saying stuff to be inflammatory, or sell to a market? Does he really believe what he's blathering about?



I just synched the whole oz series into my palmtop. great popcorn books... I can tear through them fast or wander through slowly. I forsee swallowing them pretty quickly... they're good bedtime books, and remind me of when I was a little bear. I'd like to read these books to my beloved in bed, as I'm pretty sure she's never read them.... I wonder how interesting they are to an adult that never saw them as a kid? as for the meaty books to go with the popcorn, I'm devoting that area of my brain for the next month or so to building .net skills to a more valuable level.



but for now... nighty night, dear journal.



I dreamed last night about living on a cruise ship that was in dry dock, and had been converted to deluxe apartments. We had a bank of rooms, a dance floor, banquet area, and an insanely big library with a lot of overstuffed chairs by a fireplace. The walls there were a deep, stained wood with dark red upholstry. It was very homy, though large, reasonably well lit, but had a strong cozy atmosphere.



I really wish that I could remember more, but the rest was shampooed away with the morning scrub.





By the way, Button-Bright's real name is Saladin Paracelsus de Lambertine Evagne von Smith. He says there really is more to his name, but he's forgotten it.(not bad for a 4 year old.)



I miss having regular access to vending machines that would drop a cup, and fill it with cocoa, soup or coffee... The kind that had playing cards on the side, and you'd get points. We had one where I interned that you could even bring your own cup, if you didn't want to be environmentally unfriendly. people I know drink a few cups a day... add that up over a year, and you have a *huge* pile of trash.



I also miss free vending. The place I'm at now would never make it... I could see folks in the mailshop emptying all the twinkies and soda, and taking them home, instead of living up to the honor system.



Here's a list of fun stuff that has been found in vending machines. the idea of the art-o-mat is very cool, indeed. I would probably buy things from there weekly. This stuff reminds me of the weird junk you could get at hotel machines, or bowling alleys. Smoking monkeys, disposable razors, gag junk like magic tricks and packs of cards.



this rosetta stone for unix is far too useful... nice to have it all in one place.