23 minutes until outbound client contact. They want a premises report on their maritime cases, but they've not flagged the maritime data so no custom report is possible. Product liability will be ok, it will just be a huge pain in my ass. Then we have to discuss how they've named their fields, which really torches my bonfire. You can't start every special damned field with date and then try to query on date...the engine will become confused. Damn it.

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Getting reaquainted with
Sorabji.com - I haven't
been here in AGES! Just
started nosing around to
see if I remember anyone
and of course I recognize
my dear sweet PJBoy!
*waves to Jim* So yes,
I'm back... for now
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CURSES! I cannot believe I still have that lame old issue with my browser chopping my sentances off and formatting things funny.. only on Sorabji though! How totally bizzare is that. :D

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Ah-ha! Only does it in IE. Okay, problem solved. I shall make Netscape my Sorabji-specific browser. Now that I'm done spamming this section with my ramblings... off to poke around a little more! >:)

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Enjoying online life for the first time in like a year or more. I actually chatted with people that I knew long ago and it still felt real familiar and good but at the same time, it was not 100% comfortable. So, I left a message on Ridin's web page guest book. Maybe eventually she will speak to me.

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Wondering Why, God, WHY would people do this...

http://www.boobscan.com/

Okay, I can sort of understand the curiousity of scanning ones naughty bits and what not, but to then submit them along w/a head shot to a site for people to judge them... egawds!

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good morning mother nature.

eat glass and choke on global warming, you miserable vindictive bitch.

there.

i feel much better now.

loving all this snow!

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Hardly any over here. Whipping through site reports like a muthafucka. You guys can keep all that snow, I'm happy with what little we have, considering how many terrifying drivers live around here.

currently too busy
thinking of ways to
peddle products to the
masses.

but indeed there is a
long story involving a
marriage proposal
rejected.

a long story, but i've
already given away the
ending.

i'll come back and tell
it when my fingers are
rested and my brain is
unoccupied with thoughts
of dancing widgets and
such...

pondering travel and training dates: a tentative four days Florida in February; a definite four days hard work a-journeying end of March in Minneapolis; then two weekends teaching counseling and facilitating spiritual growth April and May in Missouri; ah a blissful three weeks of the hardest work in Aruba (and not on the beach) in June; and a hopeful ten days drumming and rattling in the hills and valleys among stone studded ancestors in Scotland July and August; (maybe a side trip to a cottage by the sea in Wales, and then on to Connemara, then Cambridge for a day or two). And I wonder why I complain about never being home. If I didn't love what I do...my dear little Compaq 1825 with a fifteen inch screen...contains my entire life at this point...sad, I need a tree, a forest, clouds n sky...and more time.

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Just getting home from yet another awesome night with Jimmy. I enjoy him so much yet I hate myself for enjoying him so much. But I cant help it. My Siren Girl knows what I'm sayin'.
I had me a very hysterical conversation with Jimbabe the other night on ICQ...we had fun!!!

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trying to wake up

where is the snow?

going to see Kids in the
HAll tonight,
muthafukkas!!
KIDS IN THE FUCKING
HALL!!

LIVE!

in their home town!!!


woooooooooooohooooooooooo
oooooo!

only white people like kids in the hall.

someone tell me about the key.

jealous of wisper.

damn canadians get all the luck.


except for keeping their sports teams in-country.

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anyone gonna be in or near Austin, TX from about March 10th to March 16th?

thinkin' that Danipoo's husband was turned on by my suggestive chatting.

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Upset.

Nana has got lung cancer. Dont know how serious/treatable it is.

FuckFuckFuckFuck.

Glad I have tomorrow off to get riproaringly drunken.

Fuck

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I'm sorry Moonit. make sure you let us know how serious it turns out to be. I don't know much about these things.

The wall rack has taken on a sinister twist.

Saying a prayer for Moonit's Nana.

(And if you tell me she never smoked in her life/I'll fucking scream
...)

Seems lung cancer can go either way. A recently-former-co-worker of mine's father was just operated on for same less than a month ago. He was home in less than a week & is doing fine. So don't give up hope.



Cancer sucks.

So does snow when you have to got to work in it.

Which I don't/but still...)

Mark looks like he is having a conversation with the person to his right, yet still is working. I can't do that.

Hey, Moonit, don't give up hope. My mom had a tumor removed from her lung 7 years ago and is doing great. Hope they caught it in time.

I would suspect my friend the snowboard instructor would disagree with R. C. about working in snow...

I went to a completly lame "training session" about preventing sexual harassment. Not that preventing such is lame, but the presentation was the weakest I've seen since junior high. The guy just read off the powerpoint slides, and he misread a word on every slide. Thank God It didn't last long. I would rate the information quantity of it as zero, as I already knew everything he talked about. The horrifying thing is, this is an annual thing, so I have to go again next yer! AAuuugHHH....

eating chicken fingers.

no.

the fingers of a chicken.

check it out:

http://www.ss.mtu.edu/~dbland/dblcrf.html

it's the site I worked on for my thesis. There's a link to a paper I co-authored as well. No pictures of me, though. (I was usually face down in a unit)

waiting for snow

Feeling good after finding out via the office cam that there is a bigger slob in the world than me.

face down in a unit? Sounds ominous.

I moved out of my office today. Deleted all the files, cleaned the hard drive, shredded all the incriminating stuff, forwarded the telephone to another office and threw a couple boxes into the truck.

Next week I have to go to Huntsville. I'm not particularly excited about this, but as long as they sell beer I'll get through the week.

When I get back the fun begins.

Simon?

Our Simon?

In Hunstville, Alabama?

I hope they're payin' you a king's ransom, mate...

And that it's not a dry county!

Wondering what happened to the pay phone # archive.

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Wondering what happened to Sheila.

You're not living in a cardboard box surrounded by dogs & ducks, are you, Sheila?

She doesn't call/she doesn't write...

Signing off & going to wake up Six. She's been sleeping all evening. But I wanna play Tag now!

thanksforthinkingofmee


Yup I'm still drunk from this afternoon and i have this weird patch of sunburn like a V shape where my jacket was. Its red and loverly. Wont that look great tomorrw. I love tequilla it takes the pain away... mmmm tequial.

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apparently, I am no longer allowed to waste time at sorabji while at work anymore. Shit.

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Waiting for it to be 7:00 pm.m EST. And praying I'll be able to get into the boards afterwards! And have a good report.

Wondering how Mark gets that fake ad copy that keeps changing every few minutes.

Some of them are pretty funny. And they never seem to repeat.

And hoping everyone took note that His Markness immortalized our very own Nate & Sheila on the WAYD board this a.m.:

"1/28/00 2:30 a.m. EST.

This is sorabji.com:
You'll find a treasure of history in these pages, whether you hold Nate Loux and Sheila Hansen in awe, or are newly initiated to sorabji.com."


Those whom the gods wd ruin/they first make famous...

Yeah, Huntsville, Alafuckingbama. But only for four days. The content of the class I'm taking will be dry, but not the county. I understand they do sell alcohol there, so I will survive.

Then at the very end of the month they're going to send me back there again for four more days to study conflict resolution and unarmed self defense - which, in the SE Washington DC neighborhood I grew up in during the 70s, were synonymous terms.

Sem, you mean you were surfing the web on our tax dollars? For shame! The *ahem* "outfit" I work for goes one step better... they pay a person $54K of your tax dollars every year to make sure we aren't surfing the web on your tax dollars. Go figure.

Nate is probably not a god, but he's a damned resourceful fisherman and that probably elevates him from the rest of us mortals.

Sheila, on the other hand, is not of this world and will probably have me cast into a pit filled with razorblade-weilding hairless weasels for two eternities when my days on earth are finished. Therefore I plan to spend those remaining days enjoying the ride.

working. Yawning.

I need weekend.

This was the first week of school for spring simester... Can you believe I'm being taught the same damn thing by 3 different teachers? The philosophy department's Logic course is teaching me Set Theory, The Computer Science department's Algorithms course started on some set theory, and the Math department's Discrete Math II class is digging deeply into some set theory.

Easy damn stuff.

My Logic teacher gave us a question for homework wednesday. The class immediately after that is the math one. He answered the question as part of his lecture. Then my Algorithms teacher did too.

At least there's work Programming Theory and Assembly Language to keep my brain from atrophying.

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feel utterly exhausted from work and working out. the mania of my exercise routine has increased since my friend has been in town, to make up for his multiple attempts to drag me down in his vacation gluttony.

i have a headache and maybe even a low grade fever, compounded by having one hell of a day here at the cancer research center.

i've been interviewing people for a study on exceptional survivors. people who beat the odds, who survived cancer despite having a very poor prognosis.

today i talked to a 50 year old local guy who survived stomach cancer. his was so bad that when he was diagnosed, his tumor was so large it had developed its own ulcer. when i asked him why he thought he survived cancer he said "well, i'm a surfer, and surfing is about as close as you can get to god. so i pray a lot while i'm surfing. and i do cocain."


and there you have it.

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Hey, in a country where folks are lucky to get two weeks of vacation a year, we should be allowed to check out sorabji.com on our lunch breaks.

And I can go to the wrestling news site whenever I want -explain that!


Earlier tonight I put my name (real) into the Google search engine. if you haven't done that, it's a hoot. I personally didn't come up, but ther are more folks with my name out there than I ever imagined. I'm going to try my full name and see what happens.

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Thinking I want to try Sarah's new-found health Rx: Cocaine & surfing.

But there are no waves here on the West coast.

Still -- if people's dogs can learn to surf/I think I'm gonna try.

fucking tired. I just spent the past three hours constructing my family tree, from my ganddad's jumbled records. managed to trace back to my great-great-great-great-great grandparents, born in the 1780's. gotta work on it some more tomorrow.

Listening to Lena Horne & Sammy Davis Jr. via WGBO, Newark. Gotta love that web radio!

Curious to know where Sem's ancestors come from. Wishing I had enuf info to trace my family tree back more than a paltry 2 generations. My Mom's actually been trying to do so via the Web. But Native American's didn't generally have birth certificates back then. And my Dad's Mom was from Brazil/so fugeddaboudit.

Pondering Mark Thonas' early involvement w/Liz Taylor. And wishing him pleasant dreams.

Getting ready to hit the hay so I can get up early enuf to finish cleaning my house but still sleep late enuf to be well-rested for tomorrow nite. :)

Say g'nite Six.

dreaming it snowed slow- falling, pondering oranges, freshcut blue iris with heather, many silver picolos, and unnamed and unknown sandy places late at night, likely between her toes, all last night, and dreaming it helped the emptiness, the self-absorption, the g#diwishiwereinfloridaorhawaii feeling of stepping out all pink and rosy from a warm shower onto a cold bathroom tile, then a room emptying of its human sound, a house echoing of barely audible voices standing at the kitchen cupboard wearing nothing but my long tailed pinstripe shirt, that old vision long buried in the previous delight's sweet feather downed purchase. Yes. and of loss, great loss, almost too great loss, of being old in the next moment, too tired to peel the orange, too cynical to savor the tall flowers wilted and dried on the mirrored vanity, too deaf to hear the music, and too afraid to walk on this beach -- again, trying to recall the flush of midnight showers taken not alone, the salmon colored marks on her all too white skin, soft and smelling of talc and juniper.

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Actually the only way I'd get busted for surfing the net on work time would be if I was hitting sites like asianteennymphosluts.com or something. But since they give me five weeks of vacation a year, I have nothing to bitch about.

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My ancestors seem to have come to America back around 1800 (at least some of them). One supposedly was the first settler of Clarks Ferry, PA, but that's just a family story. Anyway, they came west to Ohio, then moved to Missouri.


As far as for nationalities, so far i can definitely say Welsh, Irish, English, Lithuanian Jew and Polish. Might have some Dutch and/or German. The old family yarn about having Cherokee blood is probably a myth, as none of my ancestors ever lived further south than Missouri.

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Rc, was your mother native american?

just got an awful cartoon from fetidbeaver. I knew what the caption was before it finished loading. Sheesh!

Wondering what the hell sorabji is

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BEING FURIOUS THAT I CAN'T GET INTO THE BOARDS - TONITE OF ALL NITES!!!

I've been trying since 1:30a.m. & dying to tell everyone how my date went & I fucking can't!

And Swine's back. And I can't read his posts. Waaahhhh!

{{Hi Swine.}} Did you know you'd been deified in yr absence? See the "Logophilia 2000 - Sorabji Dictionary" thread for details)

Gee: My mother's father was Native American & possibly Black. Her Mom was an Irish immigrant. So far/she's only been able to trace her lineage back to her father & his twin sisters/who were not raised w/him. It is believed that her Dad's father was Black or bi-racial & her Dad's mother was Indian. But that's as much as my Mom has been able to find out.

(Sem -- where's that picture of you again? I'm trying to picture what an Irish-English- Lithuanian-Polish-Jewish
anthropologist looks like.;)

I guess I'll call it a nite/go to sleep/& dream abt The Chef. All will be revealed as soon as I can get into the boards.

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strangely enough, working on my geneology since yesterday, and in need of sleep (a requirement for entries to this sorabji site thing, huh?). I've got that empty feeling between John D. Smith Sr. of Dedenhauser Germany, and his son, allegedly the David J. Smith who married a Catherine Roth who allegedly had one daughter, Mary E. Smith: end of sperm trail. My godmother tells me though that David J had seven children besides Mary (It is rumored she may have had a sister, but still no help to promulgate my existence). One of the seven children that David didn't have was supposedly my great grandfather Fred J., but he doesn't anywhere exist in New York close to the Seneca Rez. I did find him (Fred J. b. 4/17/89)in Carthage (Rush Co.) Indiana son of a Henry Smith, b. 1854, which may be coincidental because my grandfather's name was Lloyd Henry, and Lloyd is also a common name in that allegedly unrelated lineage. There's a gap, some adoptions, and an unknowing, unsettled feeling in the pit of my very Smith-esque stomache this morning, something akin to having your existence reduced to a 404 message or unterminated strings loose in your hard drive. Listening to Scottish folk songs, thinking of beach, wondering if the snow blower will start...

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go to the link below R.C. or take this description:

Short, fair-coloration with dark blond, curly hair and medium-blue eyes. Stocky in build with thick legs. Oval face (currently with a reddish-gold beard), blunt nose, and large lips. 4 earrings, two tattoos, a fari amount of moles. Moderately hairy chest, legs and arms.

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deified?

shit. i don't feel deified.

steph murmers "oh god!" during sex a lot, but it never occurred to me that she was referring to yours truly.

besides, i'm not the only "god" who's been gettin' divine up in her "heaven", if ya catch muh meanin'.
that whole mess has (once again) given me more appreciation for the wonders of latex.


i'm writing a song in honor of "three dolla" Bill called "the homo-erotic psycho-sexual blues".

(he got the homo-erotic psychosexual blues, and if ya slammed with his jamma you would have them too!")

back in the summer of 1990, three dolla came out to me in a parking lot in maryland while i was raving and drooling all mad-scientist syle with a head full of acid and kaya on the brain. back then i was big into eastern philosphy and had just been introduced to quantum physics through an egghead friend of mine. the quantum validation tore the roof off my whole nataraja trip and had me bouncing off the top of parked cars raving about how "THE DICHOTOMY IS GONE, MAN!! SCIENCE IS CATCHIN' UP WITH SIVA, BABY!!! THIS IS IT! IT'S THE DAWN OF THE THIRD EYE!!! [BLAH BLAH BLAH, INSERT ACID-INDUCED PSYCHOTROPIC RAVING HERE]"

i was goofed on the whole idea and more than a little impressed with myself for connecting the dots.
at least until three dolla stole my fire:

"uh, yeah. i read about the whole quantum physics/eastern philosophy thing in the new york times last week."

so much for original thought.

"and by the way, i'm gay."

yeah. no shit, bill. why the hell do you think we call you "three dolla"?

i have yet to be surprised by anybody's declarations of homosexuality. i've always seen it coming miles away.

anyway, i'm rambling.

time to plug back into protools and finish the three dolla groove.

rest in peace, kid.