tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39515482011-04-21T13:53:57.613-05:00Crunchy FrogMind probes are best left to analysts and aliens. Here's what they found.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comBlogger921100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-1116056373789081732005-05-14T02:01:00.000-05:002005-05-14T03:29:40.380-05:00Your #1 Match: INFPThe IdealistYou are creative with a great imagination, living in your own inner world.Open minded and accepting, you strive for harmony in your important relationships.It takes a long time for people to get to know you. You are hesitant to let people get close.But once you care for someone, you do everything you can to help them grow and develop.You would make an excellent Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-1071905490706062682003-12-20T01:26:00.000-06:002003-12-20T01:32:47.466-06:00Long time no see...
Don't get too excited. There, I knew you wouldn't. Blogging because I was fooling around with online quizzes and this one was particualrly entertaining, and I wanted to save the reference, so why not slap it here? Dump my refuse in the cybertrashcan known as Frog instead of my already-overclogged hard drive. Have a Merry Christmas/Holidays/New Year everyone!
You are a Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-1060827828005420322003-08-13T21:23:00.000-05:002003-08-13T21:33:37.170-05:00Hi everyone!! I mean, anyone?? I know, I know - this is no way to run any publication. In my defense, the hours are poor and the pay is lousy. Right now I'm banking on the "picture worth a thousand words" theory because I have made a picture tour of my time at the Iowa State Fair, and at over 60 pix, that's 60,000 words, so that makes up for any time missed plus interest (and I probably will Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-1057014169344147802003-06-30T18:02:00.000-05:002003-06-30T18:02:49.330-05:00Did I say June?? That was a typo - it should have read 'August.' Thanks to all who have expectantly (and inexplicably) dropped by this month to see what's afoot. Frog is not only being lab-tested, but also on summer vacation. Crunch me later!Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-942972612003-05-13T19:31:00.000-05:002003-05-13T19:31:01.503-05:00ANNOUNCEMENT: The Frog shall be crunch-free for approximately the next 2 weeks. Maybe less, maybe more; I don't think anyone will get too broken up about it. Tune back in June, OK?
Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-941330402003-05-10T23:05:00.000-05:002003-05-10T23:05:33.040-05:00Back to the bleak. If anyone's been keeping tabs on the weather box, you'll have noticed the temperature (and climate) fluctuations bouncing around like the DOW industrial average. Threats, which sometimes follows through with reality, of hail and tornadoes have kept me inside and I've been doing quite a bit of reading. And during this recent spurt of page crawling, I just reverted to an old Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-940873672003-05-09T22:14:00.000-05:002003-05-09T22:14:23.166-05:00Finally FINALLY the rains have stopped. Gray skies are not conducive to cheery blogging thoughts, let me tell you. Oh, I could have rambled on this week about the things that get under my skin, but what's the point of bringing you all down with me? It usually seems that we get 2 seasons, summer and winter. I think spring and fall last about 2 weeks each on average. Well, today is a bona fideScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-937804972003-05-04T23:04:00.000-05:002003-05-04T23:04:24.150-05:00This anecdote actually occurred last night, but thanks to the ineptitude of Blogger, had to wait until today for publication. And an important shout out to Deutschman: "Alles Gute zum Geburtstag!!!"
I am *puff puff* just sitting down after *puff puff* running around the 'block' here *puff puff* for the first time in a LONG while. The themometer baited, "It's 64 degrees with starry skies, you Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-935017512003-04-29T20:32:00.000-05:002003-04-29T20:32:20.426-05:00Yesterday night I saw an episode from the first or second season of Saturday Night Live with Ron Nessen as host. Who's he? I didn't know either - the White House press secretary for the Gerald Ford administration, same position that Ari Fleischer holds today. SNL and Chevy were notorious for lampooning Ford's bumblings and stumblings, and there they had Chevy & Nessen in a sketch together Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-933281372003-04-26T23:40:00.000-05:002003-04-26T23:40:53.000-05:00Wonderful night for a walk, the stars shining brightly down and the cool spring breeze snaking through the trees, gently jingling their branches producing a leafy rustle. I stood on the back deck and spied a raccoon in the back yard - although the stars were out in force, the moon misplaced its invitation, thereby drastically reducing visibility. I tracked the creature until he disappeared in Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-931578932003-04-23T23:31:00.000-05:002003-04-23T23:31:47.090-05:00I enjoy the odd word game from time to time. I have a Crossword-A-Day calendar from the Los Angeles Times (the NY Times? are you crazy??) and have actually been keeping up with it. Started on it 2 weeks before 2003 began to give myself a head start, but that cushion has now vanished so have to be diligent. Here's a good one from Ripley's ofBelieve It Or Not fame. See that box in the lefthandScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-930832492003-04-22T20:48:00.000-05:002003-04-22T20:49:04.000-05:00Wow, has it really been a week since my last post? How time flies. And how little of interest to impart it seems. I keep kicking myself for not having a little memo pad in my pocket at all times so I can jot down notes when I think "that'll be good for the Frog" because invariably I think I'll remember them, but when it comes to mano a mano with me staring down the CRT, my mind channels that Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-926336242003-04-15T01:01:00.000-05:002003-04-15T01:05:45.000-05:00"If you drive a car, I'll tax the street,
If you try to sit, I'll tax your seat.
If you get too cold I'll tax the heat,
If you take a walk, I'll tax your feet."
- The Beatles, 'Taxman'
Guess you'd better get started, huh? Investment in a caffeine I.V. drip might be wise at this point - hey, you could even deduct it! Also weighing on the brain at this stage would be deciding which would be Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-924671572003-04-11T22:53:00.000-05:002003-04-11T22:59:07.000-05:00This is great. Somebody emailed this list today and I had to post it. Thanks Gruv via BPV! (Was relieved that I scored below 50% in the affirmative, meaning there's still hope for me yet...)
TAG: Thanks for your offer, D-man, but snow has mercifully melted away. Anyhow, after you got through with shifting your tonnage, I imagine your snowshovel got worn down to the size of a dessert spoon ;Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-922697822003-04-08T23:44:00.000-05:002003-04-08T23:44:17.856-05:00Why do I have a headache? Eye strain? Boozing it up? Loud stereo? Weather change? Nope - dehydration. Winter (well, it sure looks like winter still) gets very dry, so you really have to keep up the fluid intake. I've sucked down 4 glasses in the past 2 hours, and only now am I starting to feel it bathe my brain.
Got a call from the eye people - after 2 weeks, they must've finally struckScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-921243222003-04-06T22:29:00.000-05:002003-04-06T22:29:20.576-05:00What is going on here??? I don't mean on the lily pad that is the Frog (although these accomodations SHALL be changing in the future most likely), I mean in the land that is Iowa. COLD! And SNOW??!?! Talking 6-10 inches overnight, and I've got to take people to the airport! Typical. Been wondering how you've been faring out in Colorado, Deutchman, what with your eleven feet of the stuff Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-919499632003-04-03T19:23:00.000-06:002003-04-03T19:23:17.153-06:00Scare tactics seem to have worked. The Frog shall Crunch anew! Fresh Steven Wrightisms appearing daily once again, Current updated, as well all those other favorite amphibian features. You know, I chose the name Crunchy Frog because of that skit and the sound of the words, but the more I think about it and in a way the Pythons never intended, it really is a pretty good summation/metaphor of Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-918906462003-04-02T22:22:00.000-06:002003-04-02T22:22:30.640-06:00OK, this is ticking me off. I haven't been able to post here for the past 4 days and no changes I make to the page are getting saved. I probably won't be able to tell whether this post gets printed because I can't view it myself! Sorry if you've been checking in and nothing's changed, I plan on rectifying that situation in future, namely a change to a new address where I don't have to rely on Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-914618542003-03-26T23:43:00.000-06:002003-03-26T23:43:06.013-06:00There used to be a Taco John's along 42nd Street in Des Moines, a street I've used regularly over the years. The joint is a small building - so small in fact that they did not have any indoor seating, but kindly provided two metal benches outside positioned 10 feet from the noisy, gasoline-reeking throughfare. Small wonder that they have ceased operation at that location, but a big wonder as toScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-912296702003-03-23T11:12:00.000-06:002003-03-23T11:25:51.000-06:00Oscar night! The one awards show that I watch, even on tape-delay so I won't be seeing the winners until tomorrow night, which means constantly ducking from all ambient conversation that wafts from room to room, holding my hands over my ears muttering, "Uhh, too busy, gotta go!" Not easy, but I am a vigilant commercial-avoider. They just annoy me so much so I avoid them when possible. I'll Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-911612612003-03-21T21:33:00.000-06:002003-03-21T21:33:08.216-06:00In trying to schedule an appointment for an eye exam, I learned that my optometrist is something of a macular Messiah with people flocking from near and far to be treated. How else to explain having to wait until March 31, 10:30 am, in a community under 10,000 people? Did someone tip a tanker of antifreeze into the water supply that wasn't reported in the news? I did manage to talk them into Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-911037702003-03-20T22:28:00.000-06:002003-03-20T22:28:48.200-06:00Now that the inevitable has commenced, the best hope now is that the conflict will be over quickly. S, you told me something about your friends living in Kuwait? Just letting you know my thoughts are with you about them. Sorry if I've got a detail incorrect - when you have lots on your mind, some facts get lost in the shuffle.
Life plods on nevertheless. There is some behind-the-scenes Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-908256122003-03-16T18:33:00.000-06:002003-03-16T18:33:33.076-06:00TAG: Well, you just can't trust those damn weathermen (and here they ARE practically all men), they never know what they're talking about. Instead of getting 60-degree weather as promised, we were saddled with a record 77 yesterday and 75 today! Huzzah!!! That's an Australian term that means "well slap me with a cornstalk and call me Wilbur" in slackjaw Iowa lingo. Words fail me beyond that.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-907508042003-03-14T23:56:00.000-06:002003-03-16T18:35:20.000-06:00Had a pain in my right eye last night after taking out my contact lens, like the eyeball surface had been scratched. A similar pain to when I had an eye infection several years ago that required 2 weeks' application of eyedrops from a tiny bottle that cost $50; I thought they'd sold me a bottle of French perfume. Well, heard floating gossip in some checkout line that a bacteria was going aroundScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-906336772003-03-12T23:39:00.000-06:002003-03-12T23:41:12.000-06:00"I just can't find the time to write my mind the way I want it to read." - Wilco
However, the end of this Midwest Mordor is in sight:
Thursday night. Clear. Low in the lower 40s. East winds 10 mph becoming south.
Friday. Sunny. High in the upper 60s.
Friday night. Clear. Low in the upper 40s.
Saturday. Partly sunny. High in the upper 60s.
Saturday night. Cloudy. Low in the upper 40sScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-903887722003-03-09T00:04:00.000-06:002003-03-09T00:08:59.000-06:00Finally got around to arranging my links boxes in an alphabetically orderly fashion - for a semi-anal individual, I'm surprised I managed to leave them jumbled for this long.
Also added a couple new ones, including my favorite TV show for over a year now. I don't watch much TV but this is the one program I kick myself if I miss. It's got something for everyone - drama, comedy, competition, Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-902778452003-03-06T21:15:00.000-06:002003-03-06T21:15:33.750-06:00Just a mention that this time, I did watch all of Dubya's press conference about the Iraq invasion, I mean, dimplomatic pressure for their disarmament. Am quite conflicted over the situation - Saddam is no-one's drinking buddy by a longshot and probably is harnessing/building an arsenal, but this Gov. seems too intent to go it alone no matter what anyone else thinks, with the further apparent Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-901595322003-03-04T23:35:00.000-06:002003-03-04T23:39:32.000-06:00OMG, I just came in after being consumed by a frenetic drive for full-body exercise by pumping crystallized water for 50 minutes. Shovel and I became one, capturing an ergonometic rhythm that no drift could impede. Someday they'll supplant the legend of John Henry with songs of folklore of Scott, the snowdrivin' man. But for legend to begin, there needs to be a following to carry the message.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-901481312003-03-04T20:02:00.000-06:002003-03-04T20:02:21.296-06:00OK, I was [_] this close to going on a rampage about the f'ing cold when I realized that the first day of spring is less than 3 weeks away. And none too soon, snowing as I speak, a very fine but heavy volume of snow. I guess Eskimos have 24 words describing different kinds of snow - well, what *else* have they got to talk about? I don't remember if I knew Punxatawny Phil's official prediction,Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-899379102003-02-28T22:06:00.000-06:002003-02-28T22:06:26.936-06:00Anyone make it to the Manplanet show tonight? I suck. Was going to take my digital camera and finally get some pictures & vid of them in action, but it wasn't to be. They're scheduled to play with HoLS and another act the the Hotel Ft. Des Moines on April 19 if memory serves, might want to keep that date & location in mind those within the blast radius. Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-898859302003-02-27T23:57:00.000-06:002003-02-27T23:57:59.640-06:00A couple notes about the "Last Flick" Incubus; a detailed and very interesting (as well as overly praised) cinehistory of this 30-years-lost film can be read here. Described in the AMG entry as a 'bizarre supernatural art-horror epic, hailed by Famous Monsters founder Forrest J. Ackerman as "the movie-watching event of a lifetime," ' how can one read that kind of description and pass it up?! Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-896927902003-02-24T23:05:00.000-06:002003-02-24T23:05:41.200-06:00I'm thinking the Midwest could use some significant seismic activity. You know, throw up a couple mountains so that as you're driving, you can wonder what's on the other side. But the Ice Age glaciers had other plans, furrowing across Iowa at a massive mile thickness. Understandably, the earth flattened underneath, much like the imminent fate of a forgotten cupcake left stranded on Pavarotti'sScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-895371152003-02-21T23:07:00.000-06:002003-02-22T00:01:36.000-06:00*Yawn* am tired, will be taking a (relatively) early Friday bed as I'm going runabout to Waukee early tomorrow and will be there all day. The snow predictions have slackened which pleases me no end.
TAG: Of *course* you're the 'S', S! How many others could I know with the same birthday anyway? From the book of Farfetched Probability Theory, they say that if you collect 24 other people at Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-894570902003-02-20T15:59:00.000-06:002003-02-20T15:59:17.400-06:00This post shall be written in the form of a Larry King column....Living in the city wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for all the people....How do sheep keep from itching like crazy??....At what digital generation will people no longer understand the terms 'clockwise' and 'counterclockwise?' What words will replace them?....It's about time someone put an energy-efficient vehicle on the market, oilScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-891728792003-02-15T22:50:00.000-06:002003-02-15T22:50:49.000-06:00Whew, what a workout! I got all my reps in - bis, tris, abs, quads, pecs, delts, you name the abbreviated muscle and I've worked it today, baby! Now I'm fit and toned and ready for spring! And I didn't even have to go to the gym! One fantastic piece of excersice equipment does it all, and I didn't pay $500! I didn't pay $400, $200, $100, or even $50 for it! But Scott, you ask, where can *I*Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-891310432003-02-14T23:51:00.000-06:002003-02-14T23:52:40.000-06:00Well, Happy V.D. to everyone. Quite ironic coupling, in both senses of the word, that Valley Day shares initials with what on occasion accompanies unbridled lust.
OK, if I were in my right mind I wouldn't be posting this, but lackadaisical blogging and fatigue have slackened the veto on a just-scribbled 15-minute poem. The part I like is that the rapid line breaking action stretches this Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-890055932003-02-12T19:42:00.000-06:002003-02-12T19:42:21.903-06:00This is how diseased people's minds can become: it reached in the neighborhood of 43 degrees today and people are commenting, "Isn't it nice outside today??" Sure, I only had to put on two insulation layers instead of four to go outside today - hope I've got enough SPF protection to combat those powerful rays! See, THAT demonstrates how long it's been numbingly cold, when delusion sets in...
Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-888281452003-02-09T21:06:00.000-06:002003-02-09T21:06:22.116-06:00TAGS: Aha, see my staunch dedication to e-journalism already reaping praise! I probably would be wise to start scouting locations for the proper place to showcase a forthcoming e-Pulitzer, rather than relegating it haphazadly on an endtable in a poorly lit corner of the room, a circumstance that may play out without proper foresight.
As for my elbow, doing much better! Whew. I've never Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-887461062003-02-08T00:31:00.000-06:002003-02-08T17:20:17.000-06:00I know the world turns to the Frog that Crunches for breaking news, so here's the latest. The USA upped their Homeland Security warning from yellow to orange today, with Sec. of HS Tom Ridge stating that this threat is the most palpable since the WTC attacks, so the admin's recommendation: be extra aware & alert but don't change your lifestyle. Oooooo-kay, anything you say. With concrete Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-886786542003-02-06T19:17:00.000-06:002003-02-06T19:21:36.000-06:00Well, there goes my backhand. Banged my elbow - HARD - on the corner of my desk today and can't really bend it beyond 110 degrees without substantial pain. @#$%&*! I hate dumb injuries like that. One of the worst came 3-4 years ago when I was dashing down some stairs when I didn't even need to be while wearing shoes with no tread, I slipped on one step and it was one of those slow-motion Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-884536512003-02-02T22:12:00.000-06:002003-02-02T22:12:21.063-06:00Groundhog Day! I never figured out whether they consult a local rodent or if the nation's fate is determined by Punxatawny Phil. (Certain readers may be making a face like a pretzel trying to figure that crazed ponderance out!) If local, looks like only another 2 weeks of winter - overcast all day here. Which of course would suit me just fine - February (written without the aid of spell checkScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-883108732003-01-30T23:26:00.000-06:002003-01-30T23:26:27.673-06:00TAG: By the Tobes of Hades, the SnowRouw exists! I wonder who else is hiding out there in the woodwork... Wonder why no-one has come up with wood panel computer casings, like they had on those awful 70's cars? I think I answered my own question.
Yes, I think the animosity between you and the Broncos, and particularly Mr. Smellway, can only be matched by that which exists between any Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-883088332003-01-30T22:40:00.000-06:002003-01-30T23:10:24.000-06:00Someone sent this to me today and I had to relay. Might be sobering if the reality wasn't so absurdly comical!
AMAZING INFORMATION!
Can you imagine working for a company that has a little more than 500 employees and has the following statistics:
*29 have been accused of spousal abuse
*7 have been arrested for fraud
*19 have been accused of writing bad checks
*117 have directly or Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-881962462003-01-28T22:07:00.000-06:002003-01-28T22:07:20.090-06:00*Sigh*
Bush gave his State of the Union address tonight. Right now I'm watching the talking heads perform their analyses because I missed/skipped the speech itself (although I did see the rebuttal). It's always a pain to watch anyway what with the self-aggrandizing: there were 77 - count 'em, SEVENTY-SEVEN - speech halting rounds of applause. I'm surprised they didn't have to put Cheney on a Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-881394932003-01-27T22:57:00.000-06:002003-01-27T23:36:33.000-06:00Australian Open came to an end this weekend with a whimper. I'd been religiously following the action when possible from 9-midnight during the week, some very entertaining matches crowned by the Roddick-El Anoyoui marathon that finished at a 22-20 fifth set if I remember right. Thankfully I tuned in starting the fourth set because the whole match lasted over 5 hours! So the finals were a Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-880357202003-01-25T23:54:00.000-06:002003-01-26T00:19:08.000-06:00Some events in life are hard to beat, and I list a good buffet among them. Due process of a Thursday celebration led me to the Panda Garden (which I invariably refer to as the 'China Panda'), and in preparation I skipped what usual little fare I have for breakfast. As it turned out, my entire day's intake occurred during that 75 minute feasting, save for a strawberry yogurt at 8 pm. This Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-879312222003-01-23T19:59:00.000-06:002003-01-23T20:03:03.000-06:00C-c-can't expose my f-f-fingers any longer t-t-to write m-m-more....
FORECAST:
Tonight. Partly cloudy. Low near 5 below zero. Northwest winds 5 to 10 mph becoming south late.
Friday. Cloudy with a chance of snow. High in the upper teens. South winds 10 to 15 mph. Chance of snow 30 percent.
Friday night. Cloudy. Temperatures steady in the upper teens. Southwest winds 5 to 10 mph.
Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-878824832003-01-22T23:01:00.000-06:002003-01-22T23:09:56.000-06:00Ah, I see they've got the TagBoard back running on their end. Must've sensed that incoming incendiary email I was plotting... Would've started something like, "The old axiom holds true once again: you get what you pay for." Which is to say, NOTHING. But all is well again for now, so crumple that gripe and file in the cabinet with the footpedal and flapping lid.
I don't think I'm ever gonna Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-878214462003-01-21T22:00:00.000-06:002003-01-21T22:04:46.000-06:00As my friend Adam used to say:
"It's damn cold!"
Thursday looks to be the coldest of the year, and that goes for the winter season as well. Hope the rest of you aren't being ravaged as severely, although I gather there have been some really bad ice & snow in other parts of the USA. Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-877626542003-01-20T21:26:00.000-06:002003-01-20T21:27:46.000-06:00Synchronicity. Not just a great album by the Police, but Jungian terminology describing a confluence of consciousness. Ha, that came out rather well, 2 minutes' worth of successful sentence structuring! For instance, ever be thinking of somebody, and the phone rings with that person on the other side? Synchronicty. A connection between humans by invisible psychic lines - a tug on one end Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-876686612003-01-18T23:52:00.000-06:002003-01-18T23:55:34.000-06:00Wow, that final set tiebreak was unbelievable!!! Finally it ended at 1170-1168 to get that 2-game advantage. Naturally the station couldn't cut away during this unprecedented thriller for a commercial break... OK, possibly the lamest excuse since "My dog ate my homework" or "I spent the past 2 days picking out my Kia, for some mysterious reason my subconscious demanded I get one!" Well, I *amScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-875639282003-01-16T19:25:00.000-06:002003-01-16T19:25:36.863-06:00File under: It Had to Happen Sometime...
Received the first snow of the winter, in the neighborhood of 3 inches. I took it pretty well. This required a little shoveling to get out of the driveway but some outdoor exercise felt invigorating. The plowdude must've been chomping at the bit the whole season as he trundled through the development in the early morning, whereas normally he might not Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-874547732003-01-14T21:50:00.000-06:002003-01-14T21:57:15.000-06:00Starting to get into the Australian Open. Whooped it up when Capriati got her crybaby ass handed to her on a plate - first defending champion to get bumped in the first round...EVER!! Almost a double dose of euphoria when Serena nearly tanked - speaking of Tarzan, I think she was emulating Jane with that jungle attire (whutthehey??)
The tennis has been fun so far but I got really fumed with Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-873381802003-01-12T23:13:00.000-06:002003-01-12T23:20:49.000-06:00Frog Ribbitzing: If you're ever feeling miserable, don't wear uncomfortable shoes; surely they will only make matters worse.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-872707412003-01-11T12:22:00.000-06:002003-01-11T12:22:26.513-06:00There's an increasingly irrational societal obsession with disinfectants and "the ultimate clean" for around the house. Lysol sprays in 14 flavors, disinfectant counter wipes, anti-bacterial handsoap, air ionizers, water purifiers. "Make your home a germ-free zone!" Well guess what, we're back to Science 101: for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction, for example letting DennisScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-871461052003-01-08T21:33:00.000-06:002003-01-08T22:07:45.000-06:00Hello hello. If this is what the New Year brings, let there be more. Yesterday set a temperature record with 57 degrees, but that amount had sand kicked in its face by today's glorious 67. Let me repeat that: SIXTY-SEVEN DEGREES, in mid-January, the coldest month of winter! Un-freaking-believable. For you non-Iowans (and count yourselves lucky), let me make you aware how astonishing this is:Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-870418682003-01-06T22:04:00.000-06:002003-01-07T12:31:03.000-06:00For the winos out there, may I recommend a Chenin blanc grape for your next white selection. I have encountered two, a French Monmousseau and Californian Beringer's, that are both very tasty while not very pricey. I much prefer reds in general but the Chenin blanc represents something of a breakthrough. Not ALL reds, mind you - some of you are aware of a Mogen David my aunt gave me so her Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-868911702003-01-03T14:52:00.000-06:002003-01-03T14:57:45.000-06:00While the rest of the land of Iowa lamented the penalties and erratic play of Brad Banks and the Hawkeyes in the Orange Bowl due to the 48-day layoff, we took refuge in a near-empty theater somewhere in Middle Earth. Actually taped the game and watched it later until it got to 31-10, so I know of what I speak. I kept finding myself thinking, "What would Rouw be saying/throwing about now?" as Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-868055322003-01-01T19:17:00.000-06:002003-01-01T19:40:58.000-06:00How I spent the final hours of 2002:
Spackling every intestinal crevice with unhealthy portions of Gruyere fondue.
Writing dozens of bum checks dated '2002' to get them out of my system rather than doing it at the store with an angry mob in line behind me.
Congratulating myself for not causing the Earth to lose its orbit and plunge into the sun (I like to make Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-867259132002-12-30T22:00:00.000-06:002002-12-30T22:00:04.750-06:00As mentioned there were a couple Bond marathons recently on the idiot box, so I reacquainted myself with 5 oldies including one I'd never seen before, Thunderball. That leaves just 2, Tomorrow Never Dies and whatever the new one's called. I do enjoy the series, and my Stacking indicates where my loyalty lies - Roger Moore possessed the best combo of suave and quips that I like from 007, Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-866306112002-12-28T12:26:00.000-06:002002-12-28T12:26:59.623-06:00Some of you might be dying to know about Xmas celebration, well it's just been a question of quelling the queasiness factor. Such a strange paradox, that something tastes so good that you're willing to stuff yourself within an inch of your life and then feel the consequences for days afterwards.
I'll start by giving a standing ovation to my aunt for producing 80% of this presentation of Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-865173062002-12-25T10:51:00.000-06:002002-12-25T10:51:40.996-06:00Hope all have a Merry Christmas/Hannukah/Kwanza/Festivus/Other!!! I shall imagine all of you seated at my table as we dive into the Christmas ham - that's been our family tradition, and unless the science of porcine aviation has taken a dramatic leap forward, that's what to expect. Of course I won't forget the veggers in the party, there'll likely be scalloped potatoes, baked pineapple, and Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-864888472002-12-24T13:25:00.000-06:002002-12-24T13:27:16.000-06:00I *do* have some favorite carols, most of them the oldies borrrowed from classical music in the first place, but copyright infringement cases littered the bottom of the court docket in those days as there were often usurpers, brigands, and any number of heretics to prosecute. Not to mention a lack of lawyers to move the cases through with any due process - thank goodness for their modern Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-864575632002-12-23T19:07:00.000-06:002002-12-23T19:07:03.110-06:00"Dashing through the snow in a one-horse open sleigh through the fields we go laughing all the way..." As in the Jack Nicholsonesque variety while you're carted off to apartments with the padded walls adorned in sleeveless attire as you hear that bloody song piped through every available public airspace. I've had to buy $99.80 worth of motion-sensing singing Santas as I've kicked each and everyScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-864011812002-12-22T11:48:00.000-06:002002-12-22T11:52:22.000-06:00Yeeeesss, performed the Magic Egg Trick last night with great success! Captured it in pictures and even more amazingly on video. Am not sure when I'll be able to post pix here (which is far from my biggest worry) but I think I shall upload the vid to a virtual drive so that those who want to download and watch this confoundment of natural law can. Provided you let me know, I don't think I'm Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-863495382002-12-20T23:03:00.000-06:002002-12-20T23:15:33.000-06:00Have now fixed the 'archives' section so that all my previous pearls of wisdom are now accessible through one treasure chest! But I have discovered that I can fool around with the layout of that page, so I'll have to change the color there too. I don't know how some people maintain these huge personal sites with pages & pages of material. It's a definite slippery slope - I find myself wanting Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-863414442002-12-20T18:50:00.000-06:002002-12-20T18:50:25.393-06:00In preparation for the holl-ee-daze, I cooked up a pot of chicken jambalaya. What, don't I sound Cajun?? "Hooo-doggy, lemme tell ya raght heare, dat is some faaaahn grub you got goin over dere!" In the process (of cooking, not badly imitating a creole accent), I burnt the fleshy side of my right index finger next to the knuckle joint. It's one of the types of injuries that I sustain most Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-863021332002-12-19T21:56:00.000-06:002002-12-19T21:56:01.886-06:00The final weekend before Christmas is almost here. If you're planning on venturing out into the consumer world, make sure you take along your riot gear! An extra cannister of tear gas will do wonders in combatting long checkout lines. I of course have not completed my purchasing - refer to post a couple down regarding procrastination - and am not looking forward to immersing myself further in Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-862027222002-12-17T22:31:00.000-06:002002-12-17T22:44:08.000-06:00HELP WANTED! No, this is much easier than wearing a sweaty, mothballed Santa suit (and any further disgusting images you derive from that word juxtaposition is in your own imagination!) For you living in the USA, could you try clicking the "Miaow the Cat Blog" in my green links box (bottom left column) and post a Tag message what happens? Can you load the page, or do you get an error message?Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-861443952002-12-16T20:50:00.000-06:002002-12-16T21:25:46.000-06:00At long last, I have completed A Tale of Two Cities - I daresay it took me about as long to finish as it did for Dickens to write, and possibly as long as the French Revolution itself. A milestone as this was my first Dickens work outside of A Christmas Carol, so now I feel much culturally enhanced. Some classics cling to that designation sheerly through reputation and no person in their modernScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-860186572002-12-14T23:39:00.000-06:002002-12-14T23:39:03.180-06:00In order to prevent excessive head-scratching, I'll preface any paragraph responding directly to a board message with TAG while you start using some dandruff shampoo.
TAG: 'Transactions + Replications' is good off-kilter fun - did you see, I also added the L'il Champs to my BTSBRTW list! If only you'd presented that bet a couple weeks ago, I could've won on a technicality... :) 5th member?? Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-859785252002-12-13T22:54:00.000-06:002002-12-13T22:54:13.900-06:00Hey, I just noticed it's Friday the 13th today, and absolutely nothing bad happ...
***OWWW!!!!!***Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-859776262002-12-13T22:29:00.000-06:002002-12-14T01:03:14.000-06:00Timing, they say, is everything. In my case, I wish I had started this blog 3 months ago. Because in the past 3 months, I've actually had places to go and events to attend. In a blogger's terms, I have come to the somber realization that these missed opportunities constituted the ultimate motherlode: something to write about! Now I have nothing besides the holidays of note on the rest of the Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-859319692002-12-12T23:46:00.000-06:002002-12-12T23:46:17.670-06:00From an old SNL bit, Eddie Murphy doing a 'Buckwheat from the Little Rascals Sings' infomercial. "Wookin pa nub in all da wong pwaces, wookin pa nub!" And "Unce, Tice, Fee tines a Mady." The tagline - "Once Buckwheat sings a song, it's entirely his!" Previously perplexed Proudley presently pacified perhaps? :)Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-859200752002-12-12T18:39:00.000-06:002002-12-12T18:39:55.950-06:00All I know about Pete Rose came via a millisecond of some ESPN discussion with the caption "Rose reinstated?" underneath as I raced by with remote set on hyperdrive.
Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-858623822002-12-11T17:19:00.000-06:002002-12-11T20:51:40.000-06:00Ha!! See, this is why I need & appreciate people signing that TagBoard - gives me ideas for blogging!
Yes, there really IS a movie with that title, believe it or not, and I have seen it. However, Tarzanalog should recall just WHO had an actual MOVIE POSTER of it??? That's right, so I blame you for being a bad influence :) Actually, it really was quite funny as far as those C-grade, zero Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-857611902002-12-09T20:59:00.000-06:002002-12-09T21:11:52.000-06:00I may have to start secreting paper and pen on my person at all times, I can think of twice today when SOMETHING occurred that I thought at the time, "Great, there's my blog entry for the day!" And once again, here I sit and do you think I can recall either of these hilarious episodes? Noooooo.... So instead I'm left with the anecdote of the microwave-boiled water that Chernobyled on me Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-856619752002-12-07T20:35:00.000-06:002002-12-07T20:55:39.000-06:00A shout out to my cousin for signing the Board! Didn't hurt, did it? See you sometime this month I'm sure. At least you've acknowledged the Frog's existence, unlike my very own miscreant brother, I'll bet he hasn't checked since the first day. Go ahead, prove me wrong! I dare you, sucka!! Saw in the news that 2 Van Gogh's have been pilfered from the VG museum in Amsterdam, one of which is "Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-856281892002-12-06T23:55:00.000-06:002002-12-07T00:24:16.000-06:00All right, hands up those of you who like getting packages in the mail. I thought so! Something about opening your mailbox to find an object with three dimensions makes the adrenaline trickle into the bloodstream. Is it really for me? Where did it come from? What benevolent deed did I perform to deserve this? A remaining superiority of snail mail over email lies tantalizingly in the days ofScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-855170692002-12-04T21:14:00.000-06:002002-12-04T21:40:20.000-06:00I do not know who invented pasta nor why they did it. All I can surmise is that they were Italian. Fettucine, rigatoni, vermicelli, ravioli, lasagna; I mean, c'mon! When I was having this high-level Larry Davidesque conversation and referred to the inventor as 'Mr. Pasta,' it was pointed out to me that the inventor was probably a woman. Which makes sense, and I countered that if true, 'Mrs. Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-854099682002-12-02T20:42:00.000-06:002002-12-02T20:49:51.000-06:00Just when you think you've had a subpar day...Came back into the development to find a neighbor's house (3 buildings away) consumed in flames. Had to go around the circle because of all the fire trucks, and 3 police cars had been dispatched a couple miles behind to get rid of any gawkers. In the dark of evening, the blaze would easily be visible to every guy and his dog driving across the Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-854002722002-12-02T17:13:00.000-06:002002-12-02T17:13:24.103-06:00A fulfilling weekend, to say the least. As in, both FULL and FILLING! Thanksgiving dinner always plays out like that '50's fad, 'how many college students can you fit in a phonebooth?' with the alimentary canal. I've been fuming over this background color, trying to integrate a proggie that will automatically change the color every day to cunningly make it look like I'm deeply invloved with Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-851956802002-11-27T22:50:00.000-06:002002-11-27T22:50:51.503-06:00While I have that Kubrick list up, and tying into the "good film/read more" theory I proposed, a mention here that I have read two of those novels AFTER seeing the film. "A Clockwork Orange" presented a wonderfully challenging, exceptionally original read. Told entirely from a young hoodlum's first-person POV, the narration expresses everything as he would in futuristic slangspeak. The first Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-850825782002-11-25T19:13:00.000-06:002002-11-25T19:13:24.073-06:00Just finished my repast of pickled herring, hummus on toast, and a sampling of stuffed olives from the most vaccuum-sealed, tamper proof, Fort Knox security jar I have ever had the wrist tendinitis to open. An Eastern mindset always comes in most handy in such a situation, or more accurately the vocabulary that accompanies a focused martial artist. Channeling the energy of a couple good "Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-850182282002-11-24T14:10:00.000-06:002002-11-24T15:36:08.000-06:00I am a lister. I love compiling lists and giving my brain the joyous exercise of tumbling the various minutiae of the subjects invloved until it filters them into an enumerated order. And what better place to publicize such meaningless mental gymnastics than a blog?? And what better time to indulge than when the flurries begin to fly. I can sense the winter funk approaching. Daylight has Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-849725082002-11-23T10:40:00.000-06:002002-11-23T10:40:47.420-06:00I get a measure of satisfaction after I watch an epic. Something about conquering that 3-hour barrier resounds as a triumph for the attention span. But it's even better when that time investment results in a payoff rather than a completely wasted defeat of ADD. Slowly but surely, I'm ticking off the Kubricks one by one, with Spartacus supplanting Eyes Wide Shut (at the theater!) as the most Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-849530282002-11-22T20:45:00.000-06:002002-11-22T20:47:39.000-06:00Here comes Big Brother again... As part of this Homeland Security bill that passed, they're establishing a new internet watchdog surveillance department called something very scary like Information Awareness Bureau. Basically it allows the gov to wiretap internet activity at will, monitoring individuals' usage habits as they see fit. Even better, they are making their activities more Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-848554422002-11-20T23:41:00.000-06:002002-11-20T23:41:31.293-06:0021st century technology is leaving me with something to be desired. Trying to get a NetMeeting connection going but, as usual, problems and glitches abound. ICQ is much better but to my knowledge you can't share programs. At least, not with my miserly little ICQ prog, I like it because it's very tiny. NetMeeting can lick my shower curtain scum.
What else can I think of as I sit here? I'm Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-848368812002-11-20T16:32:00.000-06:002002-11-20T16:52:24.000-06:00I did a thesaurus check on 'inhabitable' before yesterday's post to make sure I had the correct meaning. As a simile, they listed the word 'habitable.' Yes, this makes lots of sense to me too. Same with 'flammable' and 'inflammable,' they mean the same bloody thing! My favorite Spanish word to say is 'hablaba,' some past-tense form of 'to speak.' I used to think it was 'hablababa' which was Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-848008032002-11-19T23:23:00.000-06:002002-11-19T23:23:15.076-06:00Watched "From Russia With Love" as it was on TV and it's always been one of my least favorite Bond flicks, but had been long enough that perhaps I'd see it in a new light. Conclusion: somewhat better than I remember, but sorry Marc, hasn't risen in the rankings! Still a long haul, the rail journey is very symbolic in that regard. My Bond scale: Moore, Connery, Brosnan, Dalton, Lazenby. New Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-847912962002-11-19T20:02:00.000-06:002002-11-19T20:02:02.453-06:00Mmm, post #2. Just as good as the first time, yet slightly sweeter. All you programmers who can't get enough fun from gazing at lines & lines of code, I've got a game for you!! Check out my source code and see if you can find why oh WHY this ----> column is lower than the other two?? You will find me very grateful for an assist, and win a fabulous prize! Well, the grateful part is true. I Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951548.post-846471242002-11-16T22:38:00.000-06:002002-11-16T22:38:04.213-06:00The ribbon-cutting ceremony; breath is bated, the champagne chilly. What will the future hold in this space? Only time will tell (yes, very Steven Hawking!)Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01109105895946780629noreply@blogger.com