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[ scatterbrain // COLLECTED ECHOES // from the echoverse ]

Previously in the echoverse…

  1. This purple thing will save me.
    → Blue Cell | 1 Jan 1970 | 12:00am GMT
    Been a long time/ good to be back/ My metre is off/ sorry bout that
  2. This is a test...
    → Blue Cell | 1 Jan 1970 | 12:00am GMT
    And you thought something interesting might be here. HA! This has been a transmission from the blue cell.
  3. This Is How You Describe Your Existence
    → Blue Cell | 1 Jan 1970 | 12:00am GMT
    A quote from QB. It's quite fitting as a title for something, don't you agree?
  4. Squeaky Ball!
    → Blue Cell | 1 Jan 1970 | 12:00am GMT
    I love my dog. This has been a transmission from the blue cell.
  5. Its's All In The Way You Describe It
    → Blue Cell | 1 Jan 1970 | 12:00am GMT
    ... And the level you which you choose to communicate it. Subtle Humor? Sarcastic Stupidity? Alit? Echoing statements after adding my own variables? Dish it out as exposition for the audience, whomever they might be? The previous should be put at /biog/. Sheercover: check at inform site.
  6. Its Good To Be Back
    → Blue Cell | 1 Jan 1970 | 12:00am GMT
    Hello, hello. I never thought Id be this excited about a crappy Internet connection. This has been a transmission from the blue cell.
  7. I'm So Bored
    → Blue Cell | 1 Jan 1970 | 12:00am GMT
    I can't even read - I'm down a lamp (we need bulbs) and the overhead light is too bright. There is nothing on TV, QB is using the computer for important stuff, and music will hurt my head because I can't keep the volume low. This entry should be filed under complaints. The Strawberry's birthday party is tomorrow, perhaps I should get showering out of the way... But I have this new (and absolutely delicious smelling) PHP & MySQL book. It was highly rated; so far I already know the stuff in it. Mind You, I'm only 2 chapters in. I started on it while ill. And had decent lighting. It would be grand if I could get to the parts I don't know and start practicing. Wish Granted!
  8. I Have A Flu-like Illness
    → Blue Cell | 1 Jan 1970 | 12:00am GMT
    Stomache Blah. Ache More Than Usual Blah. Now Must Try To Eat Something. Blah.
  9. Door Is Open. Cold Air Creeps Up My Feet
    → Blue Cell | 1 Jan 1970 | 12:00am GMT
    Bright. Sunny. Deceptively Sunny. You might even mistake it for brisk in a certain sense. 33 degrees. Wind chill The Same. SISIA. I give; tired, sore and in bad shape for an eleven o'clock "gathering."
  10. At Least My Headache Is Mostly Gone
    → Blue Cell | 1 Jan 1970 | 12:00am GMT
    [Sent by Yahoo! Mobile.]
  11. Why do midgets laugh when they run? Cuz the grass tickles their nuts.
    → echo (with a lowercase e) | 20 Nov 2008 | 11:24pm GMT
    Why do midgets laugh when they run? Cuz the grass tickles their nuts.
  12. Web Hosting Coupons and Domains Coupons
    → StumbleUpon | echoic's comments & reviews | 18 Nov 2008 | 10:50pm GMT

    From the page: "coupons.nexus1.0
    the place to find, submit and report hosting and registrar coupons"

  13. Anatomy of a Comment (on Climate Change) by Ian B. &151; climate change, criticism, nature | Gather
    → StumbleUpon | echoic's comments & reviews | 17 Nov 2008 | 9:53am GMT

    From the page: "Lastly, I have one more note about the comment that was left for me. I do my writing for the purpose of learning: about writing, certainly, but about other things as well: other perspectives and ideas and ways of looking at things. Of course I am trying to share some of my own knowledge; but I am just as quick to absorb it from others. It does not have to be in line with my own ways of thinking in order to be valuable: some of the best material I've read has changed my ideas about things. All I ask is that people be civil. "

  14. Guilt Free 'logging
    → echo (with a lowercase e) | 16 Nov 2008 | 10:02pm GMT
    Guilt Free 'logging
  15. Guilt Free 'logging
    → [ the echoverse : all about e ] | 16 Nov 2008 | 5:01pm GMT
    I'm joining the Blog Guilt Free Revolution.

    Not everything in the BGF mission statement applies to me. For instance, I'd be surprised to discover there is one person out there reading this journal! Of course, I'm sure the dearth of fresh expatiation and overall shabby quality of this particular section* of the domain has a lot to do with the visitor scarcity... Let's face it, my other online journals — of which there are way too may, I freely admit — also suffer from my lax updating style. (Actually, the majority of my web undertakings pay the same price, but we're talking chronicles here.)

    I often fret about the state of disarray. I make endless to-do lists that prominently feature domain and site-related items. Despite being self-imposed (on all counts), the guilt can be overwhelming.

    But look! Someone has found a way to alleviate some of those feelings! This burden, the inability to keep up, isn't something I face alone; a whole community acknowledges the horror!
    Thank you, Blog** Guilt Free People!

    * Yes, what you see here at the top level of echoverse.org is merely a section of the "content." The various other projects aren't linked to in a reasonable fashion. Why? The current layout severely limits the navigation possibilities. Change the layout, you say? I know, I know! I'll get to it... eventually. ;)

    ** Though the term "blog" will now and forever rankle me, there isn't much I can do about its usage amongst other people. I'm fairly certain my complaints on this subject will never cease; me dealing with an irksome word equals others putting up with my wearisome rants on the matter. (Or not — free will and all that jazz.)

  16. → StumbleUpon | echoic's comments & reviews | 16 Nov 2008 | 9:54am GMT

    I found this while stumbling imawindowlickr's favourites. Batty, yay!

  17. Whats That Bug? Insect identification
    → StumbleUpon | echoic's comments & reviews | 16 Nov 2008 | 9:48am GMT

    Okay, so I am not in any way a bug lover. In fact, I'm freaked out by most of them. But I gave this a thumbs up because it is useful. Creepy pictures with good info. Funny posts, too!

  18. (I can’t believe I just put this together)I was wondering where these extended bouts of...
    → echo (with a lowercase e) | 15 Nov 2008 | 3:09pm GMT
    (I can’t believe I just put this together)I was wondering where these extended bouts of insomnia were coming from… NEW MEDICINE!
  19. Wow, I can’t believe I just put this one together: I was wondering where these extended bouts...
    → echo (with a lowercase e) | 15 Nov 2008 | 3:06pm GMT
    Wow, I can’t believe I just put this one together: I was wondering where these extended bouts of insomnia were coming from… NEW
  20. (Why can’t I sleep?)Wow, I can’t believe I just put this one together: I was wondering...
    → echo (with a lowercase e) | 15 Nov 2008 | 2:58pm GMT
    (Why can’t I sleep?)Wow, I can’t believe I just put this one together: I was wondering where these extended bouts of insomnia were
  21. It's 6:42
    → echo (with a lowercase e) | 11 Nov 2008 | 1:38am GMT
    It's 6:42
  22. It's 6:42
    → [ the echoverse : all about e ] | 10 Nov 2008 | 11:42pm GMT
    Because I totally failed at participating in NaNoBloMo (or whatever the hell the correct name is), I resolved to post when I'm able to every time 6:42 rolls around.

    As for the content of the posts... Well, don't expect much. At first. Or ever. Who knows?

    How 'bout this: Today has been yet another one of my foolish 'stay awake all day in order to reset my schedule' undertakings. Now I'm feeling zombified.

    sit and wonder



    How do other folks manage multiple sites, journals and other web projects? I envy those cats.


    the vs.hive fanlisting!



    I completely forgot what I was doing 12 hours ago! New project. Must get the word out: I have to officially open swarm: the fanlisting for vs.hive.

    Woo! This 6:42 thing genuinely worked out.



    Still looking for a sign-off catchphrase,
    echo

  23. shillyshally
    → echo (with a lowercase e) | 10 Nov 2008 | 2:45pm GMT
    shillyshally: I’m shillyshallying right now. echo shillyshallies!
  24. 6:42
    → echo (with a lowercase e) | 10 Nov 2008 | 11:43am GMT
    (6:42) Msg: It’s 6:42
  25. It’s 6:42
    → echo (with a lowercase e) | 8 Nov 2008 | 11:43am GMT
    It’s 6:42
  26. echolalia: I seem to be no longer able to throw up in a toilet. I don't know why. But it's a problem; you can flush a toilet, a garbage bag, not so ...
    → Jaiku | Latest from echo | 6 Nov 2008 | 10:12pm GMT

    Twitter / echo echolalia: I seem to be no longer able to throw up in a toilet. I don't know why. But it's a problem; you can flush a toilet, a garbage bag, not so ...

    Fetched from Twitter / echo 2 weeks ago.

  27. echolalia: I hope the guy I voted for wins.
    → Jaiku | Latest from echo | 5 Nov 2008 | 3:48pm GMT

    Twitter / echo echolalia: I hope the guy I voted for wins.

    Fetched from Twitter / echo 2 weeks, 1 day ago.

  28. ZIZZO MAN #1
    → echo (with a lowercase e) | 4 Nov 2008 | 7:26pm GMT
    ZIZZO MAN #1
  29. ZIZZO MAN #1
    → [ the echoverse : all about e ] | 4 Nov 2008 | 7:00pm GMT
    ZIZZO MAN #1

    Has this person called you lately?
  30. echolalia: I have never seen guinea pigs so excited & happy about hay *and* pellets! I've been buying it from http://kmshayloft.com. If you have a ...
    → Jaiku | Latest from echo | 2 Nov 2008 | 3:21pm GMT

    Twitter / echo echolalia: I have never seen guinea pigs so excited & happy about hay *and* pellets! I've been buying it from http://kmshayloft.com. If you have a ...

    Fetched from Twitter / echo 2 weeks, 4 days ago.

  31. echolalia: I need my own Mac and Charlie.
    → Jaiku | Latest from echo | 31 Oct 2008 | 3:05pm GMT

    Twitter / echo echolalia: I need my own Mac and Charlie.

    Fetched from Twitter / echo 2 weeks, 6 days ago.

  32. What did I do B.G. - Before Google? | David Truss :: Pair-a-dimes for Your Thoughts
    → StumbleUpon | echoic's comments & reviews | 28 Oct 2008 | 10:21am GMT

    From the page: "With OpenID and Corporate ID (Youtube is Google, Flickr is Yahoo) I am going to be sharing my information regardless of how much I chose to â€pause†or â€block†or â€remove†information from the web. My information is communal/shared to a very large extent!

    What really concerns me is how this information about me will be used to â€oehelp” me? Will â€oesmarter” searches force like-minded ideas on me? Will they stifle my creativity? Will I suffer the â€Dumbness of Crowdsâ€?

    Will a semantic web shield me from an onslaught of unnecessary information or will it insulate me from possibilities and learning opportunities?"

  33. echolalia: I still haven't fixed up http://echoing.org; I have a major backlog of hosting applications for http://echoes.nu as well. Been busy with ...
    → Jaiku | Latest from echo | 24 Oct 2008 | 6:00am GMT

    Twitter / echo echolalia: I still haven't fixed up http://echoing.org; I have a major backlog of hosting applications for http://echoes.nu as well. Been busy with ...

    Fetched from Twitter / echo 4 weeks ago.

  34. echolalia: A preposition.
    → Jaiku | Latest from echo | 20 Oct 2008 | 3:45am GMT

    Twitter / echo echolalia: A preposition.

    Fetched from Twitter / echo 1 month ago.

  35. Millers Monster Maze
    → StumbleUpon | echoic's comments & reviews | 11 Oct 2008 | 4:43pm GMT

    Check this out: Presidential Corn Maze!


    My sister wants to know who drew this stuff in the corn. Her guess? ALIENS!! HA HA HA!
    (She was kidding. But won't it be interesting to find out who created this piece of corn-related art?)

  36. echolalia: My dog has a coat fetish.
    → Jaiku | Latest from echo | 6 Oct 2008 | 5:41pm GMT

    Twitter / echo echolalia: My dog has a coat fetish.

    Fetched from Twitter / echo 1 month, 2 weeks ago.

  37. echolalia: a492e746-aad1-4969-8e2b-1f284be0eb66
    → Jaiku | Latest from echo | 5 Oct 2008 | 5:41pm GMT

    Twitter / echo echolalia: a492e746-aad1-4969-8e2b-1f284be0eb66

    Fetched from Twitter / echo 1 month, 2 weeks ago.

  38. Banterist - If Hitler Hated Disorganized Closets Instead of Jews
    → StumbleUpon | echoic's comments & reviews | 1 Oct 2008 | 6:36pm GMT

    From the page: "A nation that understands the profound essence of its struggle and feels itself to be the purest embodiment of organizational savvy, will with almost mathematical certainty some day emerge victorious. The Motherland shall inevitably win her rightful position on this earth if she is led and her closets dutifully purged and organized according to the same principles."

  39. echolalia: Lurking in the shadows, she(?) just scared the bejesus out of me! I think she got sprayed; I smelled a skunk when I came out on the porc ...
    → Jaiku | Latest from echo | 29 Sep 2008 | 5:41pm GMT

    Twitter / echo echolalia: Lurking in the shadows, she(?) just scared the bejesus out of me! I think she got sprayed; I smelled a skunk when I came out on the porc ...

    Fetched from Twitter / echo 1 month, 3 weeks ago.

  40. The Verve Online
    → StumbleUpon | echoic's comments & reviews | 28 Sep 2008 | 6:18pm GMT

    From the page: "Welcome to The Verve Online. This website is totally unofficial and is dedicated to The Verve - the greatest band on earth.

    Feel free to browse the various sections. There is a complete gigography and discography, and the extensive lyrics section has been thoroughly checked and is as accurate as possible.

    You'll find news (old and new), photos, videos, a music player and much more.

    I intend to update, add to, and improve the site on a regular basis, so keep checking back from time to time!

    If you've enjoyed your visit, please take the time to sign my visitor book on the left-hand side of this page, adding any comments or suggestions if you wish.

    And if you have a few minutes to spare, why not join us for a chat in the popular friendly forum where you'll receive a warm welcome.

    Thank you for visiting, and I hope you come back soon!



    Elaine (site owner)"

  41. echolalia: http://twitpic.com/ckv4 -
    → Jaiku | Latest from echo | 24 Sep 2008 | 5:37pm GMT

    Twitter / echo echolalia: http://twitpic.com/ckv4 -

    Fetched from Twitter / echo 1 month, 3 weeks ago.

  42. TheStar.com | Business | Corn-based ethanol distills other concerns
    → StumbleUpon | echoic's comments & reviews | 23 Sep 2008 | 8:52pm GMT

    From the page: "Effect on agriculture markets, land and water use are now hot-button issues for the industry"

  43. Google Chrome — so far, not so good
    → [ the echoverse : all about e ] | 3 Sep 2008 | 2:29pm GMT
    I'm already annoyed enough with Google Chrome to post about it. Like Safari before it, this browser, for some reason, will not allow me to scroll using the up and down slider thingy on my laptop's mousepad.

    I uninstalled Safari — without bothering to look for a solution — after I discovered it wouldn't allow me to scroll in this fashion. I shouldn't have to look at any documentation to be able to move the page up or down in the manner of my choosing!
  44. 10 Things to Factor into your HTML - Tech Soapbox
    → StumbleUpon | echoic's comments & reviews | 19 Aug 2008 | 12:01am GMT

    From the page: "These little things all help with SEO, usability, and how fast your site loads (which can never be under-emphasized).

    Over the years the list has gone and grown, and so here I share it with you (in no particular order):"

  45. Happy Belated Birthday, ECHOVERSE.ORG!
    → [ the echoverse : all about e ] | 17 Aug 2008 | 12:44pm GMT
    ECHOVERSE>ORG is celebrating four years of existence. In typical echo fashion, I'm late to the table: e/verse turned 4 on August 13th.
    Hopefully I'll be able to cobble together a new layout as a present to this, one of the online representatives of my universe.
    I believe I have a tagline as well, though that could change.
    As usual, there is much to be done in addition to reworking the view. Perhaps I'll edit this to include a list... or not.
    Take life as it comes.
    xoxo,

    echo
  46. Poor little Oliver.
    → [ the echoverse : all about e ] | 15 May 2008 | 7:26pm GMT
    My smallest cavy (a.k.a. guinea pig), Oliver, has been a bit ill. Baxter, his much larger brother and roommate, has successfully avoided this ailment.

    "Oscar" — that's his nickname — first exhibited symptoms last Friday. I notified the piggies it was time for a treat; usually Oliver starts whooping, running about, standing up and generally expressing excitement. [Baxter is a tad more sedate.]
    However, this time the little guy remained in the igloo, and even declined the cherry tomatoes, which he loves, even when I put it right under his nose. He turned away. Well, that's an obvious sign of sickness.

    I removed him from the house and discovered he was shivering. He body also had that limp feeling a sick piggie gets. Scary.
    I wrapped him in a towel and tried to warm him up. His doctor couldn't see him until Monday... I should rephrase. He and Baxter hadn't met their doctor yet; since they arrived here in September of 2005, they never needed to.
    Dr. D. couldn't meet and examine them until Monday, and good exotic pet vets are hard to come by, so I phoned my sister, who was upstairs in bed due to an unrelated malady.

    She came as fast as she could, frantic, and immediately set about finding the name of the antibiotic we'd need to get at a pet store. Knowing the proper ingredient is essential as there seems to be a lack of medicine and supplies of the treatment type marketed specifically for guinea pigs. I've always found that annoying as hell. Luckily, we're in the future, so this sort of thing can be investigated online. I'm digressing.

    While researching, she began questioning me, and almost launched into a lecture, but then cut herself off with, "Oh, you've never had two GPs [at the same time in the same house] before!"
    Now, I know you have to separate a sick GP from the others, however, I didn't have a particular location or 'sick bay' to put little Oliver in.
    She emptied out a case of beer, lined it with a towel, and arranged one of our space heaters to face him. I suggested putting him on the hospital bed — the mattress covering conducts heat.

    - unfinished entry due to fatigue, followed by the upgrade to PHP5, which caused some brief downtime [05/16/2008 1:38PM] -
  47. I've been poisoned by Starbucks!
    → [ the echoverse : all about e ] | 15 May 2008 | 11:27am GMT
    Mom picked up some Coffee Frappuccino at the store yesterday. [Note: I prefer Mocha, and it's possible I've never tasted this flavour before.]

    I drank one — maybe around noon? — didn't notice anything unusual, then drank another right before it was time to pick my sister up from work. As the drive went on, I began to feel like tossing my cookies, so to speak. Mags, who came along for the ride, might have noticed I was a bit quieter than usual, but probably chalked it up to any one of my various other ailments.

    After picking up H.R.H. The Queen, we stopped at Mags's apartment so she could grab something. While waiting in the car, I noted my queasy feeling, and QB said I was a funny colour.

    As soon as I got back to the house, I took some Alka Seltzer, which made me feel much better. I listed the things I ingested, looking for a culprit. The Frappuccino was briefly a suspect; I eliminated it due to a lack of evidence. This would change.

    Cut to today. I grabbed the third bottle of coffee drink from the fridge, fully intending to relish every swig. The flavour seemed kind of off, but silly decaffeinated me blamed that on the minty toothpaste & mouthwash taste still lingering in my mouth. Idiot.

    After polishing off about ¼ of the 9.[whatever] oz. beverage, my stomach started to turn. It was then that I noticed a ring around the inside of the bottle's neck, located at the highest point of where the liquid had been. The ring, the taste, both evocative of sour milk. Good god, is this stuff spoiled? YUCKO! HAVE I BEEN DRINKING CURDLED MILK?!
    I looked at the expiration, oh, excuse me, the "best taste by" date: MAY 05 08.

    Damn it. And we've been unable to locate the receipt. Figures.
  48. I have photography to do.
    → [ the echoverse : all about e ] | 8 May 2008 | 12:00pm GMT
    This place needs cleaning up. It has needed clean-up for quite some time. My problem is largely based on not wanting to use an old photograph for a new layout. Since I haven't gone on one of my amateur photo shoots lately, I have nothing to base the visuals on.

    That means you, my poor visitor who has somehow stumbled upon this e-log, you have to view this crazy ass "design" from... ??? Damn, web.archive.org isn't working at the moment, so I'm not sure when I threw this baby up. (Ha, "threw this baby up", that ought to pull in some interesting search results!)

    So, my mission, and I've chosen to accept it, is to take some photographs and look at existing pictures — just in case an 'oldie' is worth anybody's time.
  49. dot org - the ring
    → [ the echoverse : all about e ] | 3 May 2008 | 3:20am GMT
    The dot org webring (for personal .org domains) recently got a makeover to go with it's new backend. (I finally moved dot org off of RingSurf's servers.) It isn't super-fabulous, but it is new, and that's something...

    For the record, the .nu waves webring (for personal .nu domain owners & hostees) will undergo a similar transition.

  50. It Never Pays To Answer The Door!
    → [ the echoverse : all about e ] | 2 May 2008 | 3:11pm GMT
    It never pays to answer the door!
    Some bird just tried to sell me magazines. At least I think that's what she was pitching... Her rapid-fire delivery seemed, at first, anyway, to be soliciting a sponsorship or donation for charity. She was far too perky for this time of day, and tried to work some sort of pseudo-grrrl power angle that involved throwing ketchup at her male competitors. Seriously.

    It may technically be morning, but it's way past my bedtime. Lack of sleep made me take the polite route; instead of the preferred 'not interested', I told her to come back when the people who make purchasing decisions are here.
    Well, I'm not here, metaphorically speaking.
  51. The Radiator, The Cellar, and that damned furnace!
    → Digging to the rhythm and the echo of a solitary siren. | 24 Nov 2007 | 11:30am GMT
    "I'm afraid of what's in the cellar."
    Look here, fruitcake. Or go to the shoddy "main" page.
  52. E-Z PASS NO CASH: The E-Z PASS Anniversary!
    → Digging to the rhythm and the echo of a solitary siren. | 30 Jun 2007 | 5:02pm GMT
    It has now been (a little more than) five years since E-Z PASS first captured the hearts of me and
    and that was our day in new york.

    pictures to come.

 
  • A funny walk down memory lane, circa 03/12/03 12:07 PM -0500
    → Digging to the rhythm and the echo of a solitary siren. | 5 Jun 2007 | 9:31pm GMT
    Mephistopheles of Morning Television
    by Good Time Charlie

    Well, I have something I must report to you.

    This evening, as most respectable little boys and girls lay snooze, my
    domestic partner and I happened to catch eye of a most disturbing sight
    indeed. There, on our late night telly, an obviously intoxicated Al
    Roker, clad in a three button white suit and aquamarine shirt a' la Miami
    Vice danced the Batusi in perhaps the lewdest and most vulgar fashion
    either of us had ever witness. Legs twisting, arms flailing, and his
    thick pelvis gyrating as if to maintain the movements of a hoola hoop, The
    weather man in question strutted about like a possessed rabid rooster in
    heat.
    The coup de gras, however, came when the overzealous fat man snatched the
    drink away from a horrified Conan O'Brian so that he could take a gaping
    mouthful of the liquid inside only to spray it all over the unfortunate
    television host like an elephant might spray his companion on a hot day.
    The stunned Irishman could do little more than sit motionless behind his
    desk in apparent awe of the shenanigans taking place before him.

     I hate Al Roker. I think that he is one of the most useless and annoying
    characters found on television today. And what exactly is his job anyway?
    He is certainly no reporter. I think one would have a difficult time
    calling him a meteorologist based on the fact that he gives only the the
    most vague and general of weather reports. He announces the birthdays of
    a few hundred-plus year old relics and holds the microphone for a few
    "lucky" lookers on out in Rockefeller Center and that's about it.
    Worthless.

     Yet, I have digressed from the original reason for this report. (I'm
    quite stoned, so you'll have to forgive me and my oh, so verbose writing.)

    Al Roker, despite his atrocious participation on early morning television,
    should not be to blame. After all, he is only following the insipid
    formula of his predecessor- his Caucasian counterpart- the ebullient
     buffoon known as Willard Scott !!!

    He is the real one to hate. His ridiculous laugh, his unnatural love of
    the aged, his equally useless weather reporting. He is an evil that
    should go the way of the Dodo!

     Your sister, however, has never heard of him in her life. I'm shocked by
    this. I mean, like him or not, I have always considered Willard Scott to
    be one of those ubiquitous, low grade television harlequins that every
    American recognizes.

    I hate his stupid mug. Always up in the camera like he's going to come
    through the screen and attempt to give me a slobbery kiss.

    Back wicked demon!! I rebuke thee!!!

    Anyway, we just wanted to know if you had ever heard of him.
    Awefully long email just to ask a simple question, eh?

    I am attaching a photograph of the offender that I'm sure you'll laugh at
    as much as we did.

    Love Always,
    -Max Ex Mick

    xoxo

    Re: Mephistopheles of Morning Television
    by echo

    Number 1: Do I have your permission to reprint this e-mail on the Internet?
    Number 2: Jennifer is insane. She knows who Willard Scott is. Her memory
    has to be jogged in some way unkown to me, for at the moment, I, too am
    stoned. Therefore the run-on sentence thing is getting out of hand.
    (This is why I write things over and over. Jenn thinks it's funny that I
    proofread my e-mails and often go through drafts, etc. I AM A WRITER.
    WELL, I DO THAT. Just as I can be verbose. Something you & I have in
    common.

    Let's get back to Willard Scott. I know he started it, but can you be
    more specific about what it is that triggers such emotion in you? When
    Hammond's brain finally clicks and she recognizes who we're talking about,
    I'm sure she'll have a very passionate stance on this matter.

    Damn if I'm proofreading this. No retyping, blah blah blah. My left arm
    still hurts from a certain incident that is just not worth going into.
    What I'm trying to type here is,

    I'll message you later,
    Love ya more than my luggage,
    Kara Lynn

    °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°
    the sky turns green
    where i end and you begin
    http://www.echoing.org
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  • On Vox: QotD: The Main Cast
    → Digging to the rhythm and the echo of a solitary siren. | 24 Apr 2007 | 2:37pm GMT
    View echo’s Blog

    Who are the most frequently mentioned people on your Vox blog? Submitted by Amirul B Ruslan.

    » Read more on Vox

  • QotD: The Main Cast
    → over water | 24 Apr 2007 | 2:37pm GMT
    Who are the most frequently mentioned people on your Vox blog? Submitted by Amirul B Ruslan. I don't know what to call them anymore. They used to have a fun group title... I guess that means I have to count them up and give the cast a new, pos...

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  • How appropriate.
    → Digging to the rhythm and the echo of a solitary siren. | 15 Mar 2007 | 2:51pm GMT
  • Merlin induces hysteria.
    → Digging to the rhythm and the echo of a solitary siren. | 6 Mar 2007 | 7:44am GMT
    Last night, something terrifying happened to Merlin. His legs started giving out, causing him to fall several times.
    Boy, did he have us all upset (that includes Merlin himself).
    The first incident happened when I let him in from outside. As my mother and I watched in horror, he fell on his side and started kicking his legs hysterically to try to get back up. I can't really describe what it looked like. When he was able to right himself, he was scared - totally freaked out.
    Seeing that happen, along with his reaction, made everyone panic, which in turn made him even more nervous.

    Mom immediately thought it was an epileptic fit. I knew it was not. My beloved Boko, our late canine family member, had epilepsy. So I know an epileptic fit when I see one. This certainly was not - Merlin was quite aware of what was going on, his eyes weren't glazed, and the "fit" lasted much less than a minute. I can understand Mom wanting to label it as something familiar...
    If it wasn't epilepsy, what the hell was wrong with his legs?
    He seemed to be asking us the same question.
    Arthritis? Did he get hurt outside? Are we going to have to get a dog wheelchair? Because I totally would. If he ever needs one of those, he's getting it.
    He was clearly uncomfortable. He wouldn't lay down, stand or sit still for long. He kept moving around to test his legs. This caused more falls.

    On the advice of a veterinarian (not his), we gave him some baby aspirin. (Boko had arthritis as well, and we used to give him aspirin.)
    He started to feel better. He was also getting tired, and that kept him from moving around so much.

    We took him to his vet today. She got a good look at how he was walking and acting (taking into account the adrenaline rush he gets when he goes there), took his temperature and discovered he has a fever.
    She thinks it's a virus, and that it's making his body ache. There's also a chance that he slipped outside - it's been pretty icy.
    He is now on two prescriptions; she's holding off on doing blood work and other tests to see if he responds to the medication.
    Already he seems to be feeling a bit better. Best of all, he isn't falling all over the place.
    We're to call the doctor tomorrow and the next day to keep her apprised of the situation.

    It's working so far, but we can tell he doesn't feel well. My poor baby :(

    I was kind of bracing myself for the worst. I cannot express in words how relieved I am. He's sick, but it's something treatable, something non-fatal. Phew.

    I'm telling you right now:
    I LOVE MY MERLIN SO MUCH, I CANNOT HANDLE LOSING HIM.
  • Tick, tick, tick, tick.... Call 911!
    → Digging to the rhythm and the echo of a solitary siren. | 12 Feb 2007 | 12:30am GMT
    I'm having a horrible day, physically speaking. I phoned my mother, who was downstairs, from my bedroom. I was trying to relax in bed, but I had to ring Mom to give her a list of items I need from the store.

    During our conversation, she yelled, "HEY!" followed by the unmistakable noise of Merlin moving the kitchen table about.
    "The dog's moving the table. I know why he's doing it."
    She went on to explain that one of the burners on our gas stove was continuously ticking. Normally they make that clicking noise when the pilot light is going to ignite the flames. I don't know about you, but that sounds to me like gas was be steadily distributed into the air.
    Mom was so blase about the whole thing. Obviously none of this concerned her in the slightest.

    I got off the phone with her, called Jennifer to order her downstairs to investigate and possibly alert someone of this potentially explosive situation.

    Jenn came running back up to tell me to get fully dressed, we'd probably have to go outside. I went to the top of the steps and immediately smelled something. (Maybe that was all in my head, but I definitely detected an odor that was awfully gas-like in nature.)
    After yelling this out, I proceeded quickly to the kitchen to check things out for myself. Mom had gone ahead and lit the offending burner, which I suppose would keep gas from filling up the house.
    The dog was acting very nervous.
    He knows when something isn't right. He was trying to warn us, for Christ's sake! That's why he was moving the table; it was his way of getting this message across.

    Mom, on the other hand, was sitting there as if nothing was wrong. She even blamed Merlin's anxiousness on me, and told me to put him outside - not for safety's sake, but to stop him from pacing, shoving the table, etc.
    She also told me something I previously did not know. This has happened to the oven before!

    I started opening windows and doors for fresh air. Jenn & I were quite upset, questioning Mom, pointing out why this was such an extreme safety violation.
    Interspersed among all of this were my pleas to Jennifer to call someone.
    "Call someone! You have to call someone!"
    She asked me for the phone number to the fire department. The phone book only has 911 listed for fire-related incidents. Though she didn't want to call 911 for this, it was our only choice.
    Mom didn't want anyone to be called, remained nonchalant and kept trying to convince us that things were fine, we're overreacting. I should qualify that: she was indifferent about the stove, but vehemently against any sort of authority making a visit.

    Furthermore, she started closing the windows and demanded I shut the front door because "we're not heating the neighbourhood!"

    Jenn phoned 911.
    Meanwhile, Mom lit a cigarette in the kitchen! She could have blown up the place!

    I returned to the front door and held it open. I saw a firetruck approaching...

    A cute fireman came into the house to inspect the stove. He was followed by a man in a special uniform and hat. I can only assume he was in charge or perhaps some kind of fire inspector as I was too concerned about the ticking stove to get a good look at his uniform. Or to submit queries unrelated to the matter at hand.

    The two men checked everything for us. It turns out there wasn't a gas leak.
    They unplugged the oven to make it stop ticking. Special Uniformed Hat Man took a lighter and waved it around different areas of the oven to prove we aren't in danger of an explosion and/or fire.
    As he did this, Jenn stepped back. He said, "Gee, you're not very trusting, are you?"
    Forgive us, sir, we were raised by a Safety Director. Things going up in flames always seemed imminent, what with all the warnings Dad imparted throughout our lives.

    Mom couldn't believe we didn't trust her judgment regarding the burner not being a potentially lethal problem.

    While the firefighters were here, they voiced something that Jenn and I know quite well, whether Mom wants to take it to heart or not.
    It's better to be safe than sorry.

    Damn straight!
  • A Peach Card
    → Digging to the rhythm and the echo of a solitary siren. | 2 Jan 2007 | 7:19pm GMT
    This is going to come out wrong due to my current state of mind. I feel apologetic about it because I wish my words would be a fitting tribute of some sort...

    Peaches, it's my uncle's name. He's actually my great uncle and we never called him "Uncle Peaches" - just Peaches, everyone called him Peaches.

    He was a simple man. He was a great artist. For every special occasion he would create a personal card just for you. The back of it always had the date with his card signature:
    A Peach Card


    When I was a young girl, I loved Unicorns and Pegasuses. I thought I was the first person to come up with the idea of the two merged into one, a Unisus or a Pegacorn.
    Peaches made me a poster with the four animals - a unicorn, a pegasus and because I couldn't decide what to name the mixed breed, a pegacorn and a unisys. What a fond memory I have of him.

    Peaches died just after Christmas. The viewing is today.

    My favourite memory of him is the time he said this to me, without any prompts and after I hadn't seen him in a while: "I don't care what anybody says about you, I still love you."
    He said it because he wanted me to know it, that regardless of all of the bullshit happening in our family, he wasn't against me personally, and wasn't choosing sides. His feelings condensed to one simple sentence that spoke volumes and meant a lot to me. It still does.

    He was one of the good ones.
  • Tiger's Eye: The Ring
    → Digging to the rhythm and the echo of a solitary siren. | 15 Dec 2006 | 10:13am GMT
    [x-posted from elsewhere]

    My father always wore two rings; I can't recall ever seeing him ring-less. One was his wedding band, the other a beautiful tiger's eye ring.

    When he died, I wanted the tiger's eye ring to be passed to me. I didn't (and still don't) care about any monetary value it might or might not have - to me it is worth so much more than that. It's priceless.
    I wanted to keep it, possibly putting it on a chain so I could wear it around my neck. It would be a way of keeping a part of him always near me. Obviously he's always with me in spirit, but the ring is something tangible and so definitely his.

    I don't remember exactly how this went down because I was still in shock over losing him. I'm pretty sure I've said this before, but in case I haven't: His death was like a nuclear bomb, almost completely obliterating the events right before and after it from my memory.
    So this part of the story is taken more from my sister's than mine.

    Apparently I didn't tell anyone I wanted the ring. Why would I? Why the hell would I be thinking of and/or speaking about his possessions at a time like that? The most I can pull from my memory is vague - possibly forming this idea when me, Mom and my aunt (from my mother's side) were in the funeral home making arrangements and we were talking about what he'd wear in the casket. Or maybe it was after the funeral, when the director gave his personal effects back to us and Jennifer was here. I'm not sure. And I guess it doesn't really matter.

    At some point I discovered Mom was giving or had already given the ring to Jenn. From the way she tells it, I went ballistic. That sounds right, I'm sure I did.
    "You're giving that ring to her?! I can't believe you're giving her that ring!"  Hysterics and words to that effect. You get the gist.
    She wanted it for the same reasons as I. The detail that altered her wish from mine: she was returning to L.A. and wanted to have something of Dad's out there with her.

    While I understood this, I suspected her of, well, losing things. On the other hand is me, someone who cannot throw anything away, someone who may "lose" stuff in her room, but a precious item misplaced in the blue cell means it can be found again. This ring is irreplaceable. If she lost it, that would be it - gone, daddy, gone. I don't know if I said this aloud. I might have just being carrying on about her getting the ring.

    The extreme vocal protests upset my mother. She didn't want this to become an issue between me and Jenn, a problem that we'd continue to fight about. It was also leaning toward being another "jewelry incident", and believe me, we don't want one of those. Yet another vague recollection: me bringing up a previous jewelry incident. (There are a few - very basic - parallels*)

    I don't know how the argument ended. Me telling her to take the ring to avoid another incident? If yes, did I use a bitter tone of voice to invoke guilt or just bitterness in general?
    Was it the other way around? Her telling me to take the ring? Probably not.
    However it happened, she "claimed" the ring and had a much better reason for being the one to keep it.

    This is where the fractured memories all come together in a way that don't complete the picture in a logical, easy-to-explain-it-away fashion.

    It stands to reason that if the ring wasn't with her, one of us would tell her to calm down, it's here, it's safe. Leaving her free from being all twisted up inside about losing it.
    However, she still believed it was lost forever... until Monday (12/04/2006).


    I was sitting here in front of the computer, probably frittering and wasting the hours in an offhand way. I heard Jennifer get up and start the process of getting ready for work. This pegs the time as 11:50-ish AM.

    Suddenly, suddenly, all of a sudden, she comes in here, brandishing a ring with a look on her face I cannot describe.
    "Is this Dad's ring?" She was speaking with a tone I am also at a loss in describing. The words were coming out really fast. You have to tell me, is this Dad's ring? Is it? Is this his ring? Does it look like it? My God, you have to tell me...

    She went on, explaining why the answer was so important:
    Since Dad died, she has not dreamed of him. But the previous night, she had four dreams in a row, all of which were about Dad. All four were basically the same.
    Dad coming up the steps, heading into his bedroom while Jennifer was saying something to him like, "Dad, wait. I have to ask you a question." After responding, possibly saying something like "Give me a minute," he would then disappear after going into the bedroom.

    In each dream he was wearing different clothing, his dialogue differed a bit, but it always played out the same way - him coming up the stairs, going into the bedroom, then vanishing.

    When she woke up and had to get ready for work, she went into Mom and Dad's bedroom to return something she borrowed.
    Something caught her eye. Sitting on the dresser, where Dad kept going in the dreams, was the tiger's eye ring. It was just there.

    And that's when Jenn came running in here, asking me if it was his ring. It sort of looked like it, but it was hard to tell because he was always wearing it. The only time she or I had held it (at least recently enough to remember) was right after he died.
    We inspected it closely. It was far too big to be Mom's, or any other lady's ring. What are the odds that we would have two rings with the same features, anyway?

    One of the first things I asked when she came to me: "Is this The Happy Death Cross?" By that I meant, is this Dad's version of THDC?**

    I immediately began looking for photographs of him so we could compare the ring we were now looking at to the one on his hand.


    And of course, every single readily available picture had his right
    hand obfuscated in some way. The one photograph I have of him on the computer that actually features his right hand is blurry.
    Jennifer had to go to work soon. We were
    pressed for time and couldn't go through other pictures to do further comparisons. We kept looking at this ring from various angles.

    We would have to ask Mom to be sure that this was, indeed, his tiger's eye ring and not some other ring that just happened to look like it. We discussed some of the things in the bulleted list above.

    I put it on the dresser that's in here and told Jenn to step back.
    That's got to be his ring, look at it from the distance we'd normally
    see it. It's definitely his, isn't it? 

    Was this really his ring? Did Jenn lose it on the plane? Or did she not lose it, like she thought?

    Jenn had to go to work and I had to wait for Mom to come home so I could ask her about this. I was almost certain she would tell me she had taken it away from Jennifer to keep us from fighting about it.

    Instead, she hit me with a shocker.
    She doesn't know where it came from. It was just there. Unexpectedly and without any explanation. Just there.
    But how did it get there?

    Did he bring it back?
    Or had he     come to Jennifer in dreams just to show her where it was?

    Whether he brought it back or not is something none of us can verify. But having those dreams, then his ring showing up on the dresser out of the blue are facts I cannot ignore. It's too big to be a simple coincidence.
    I believe the second option I presented is true. I believe he was showing Jenn where to find it. Possibly to ease her mind, maybe to give us all a sign or both... Maybe I just want to believe...

    When I told my mother I suspected this could be The Happy Death Cross sign I've been hoping for, she told me I sounded like the nuts on my father's side of the family. Well, yeah. I'm a nut, and I'm certain a large portion of that comes from the DNA I share with them. Let's not forget the exposure I've had to these people for most of my life. In fairness to the lunatics on Dad's side, I have to point out that Mom's side is chock full o' nuts, too. And a lot of my insanity is of my own making.

    Craziness aside, this whole ring incident is awesome. Awesome as in, I am in awe.
    It would be different if Mom said she had it all along. But no, she doesn't know how it ended up on the dresser.
    She's not a believer in things of a supernatural(?) or ghostly(?) nature. She likes her sci-fi to remain on the TV screen. She's also not the type to make something like that up. (Trust me, I grilled her extensively about this.)

    The ring has been authenticated.
    It is without question the ring my father always wore on his right hand.

    Now I am left to wonder:
    Is this the sign I've been waiting for?
    Is my father in heaven?

    One last note: My sister wrote about this in her journal. To avoid "contaminating" my written account of these events, I have yet to read her post. I shall do that now that I've posted this.

    *After asking if I could have it, an elder gave a ring to someone else.
    **The Happy Death Cross is a part of family mythology (on Dad's side).

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  • Tiger's Eye: The Ring
    → over water | 6 Dec 2006 | 9:29pm GMT
    My father always wore two rings; I can't recall ever seeing him ring-less. One was his wedding band, the other a beautiful tiger's eye ring. When he died, I wanted the tiger's eye ring to be passed to me. I didn't (and still don't) care about any...

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  • QotD: Google Me
    → over water | 29 Nov 2006 | 10:48pm GMT
    Have you ever Googled your own name? How did you feel about the results? Submitted by elen. Yes. I remember the first time I searched for my first name and found a radio station's domain. That was in the early days of Google. When I try my full...

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  • [cell] What is up with my foot?
    → over water | 17 Nov 2006 | 3:00pm GMT
    Because "foot" sounds better than a "footer" in the subject... I can't figure out what's up with the footer display. On the site index (http://bluecell.echoverse.org), instead of appearing at the, well, foot of the page, it is floating right bene...

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  • Vox Hunt: They Get Me
    → over water | 17 Nov 2006 | 8:34am GMT

    The Queen Bee Blooober in AC Jenn bites lip

    Show us the person who knows you best. Big Sis > The Queen Bee > Blooober > Jennifer.

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  • Vox Hunt: Great Smile
    → over water | 17 Nov 2006 | 7:58am GMT

    jennzahandechoCEC1.jpg jennzahandechoCEC2.jpg the queen bee and the captain Queen Butterfly and echo echo, GTC and the two Queens Queen Bee, Queen Butterfly and The Captain echo, The Captain and The Two Queens

    Show us a great smile. Here are some great smiles from great times. Well, that great smile part refers to the other people appearing in the photographs. Unfortunately, years of dark liquids and smoke have turned my teeth a wretched shade of.....

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  • QotD: Pickup Artist
    → over water | 14 Nov 2006 | 4:40pm GMT
    What's the worst pickup line you've ever heard? Submitted by ShellEy. I can't recall hearing a good pickup line. Nor can I single out any one of the myriad pickup lines as the worst. They've all been horrible.

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  • QotD: A Tip About Tipping
    → over water | 14 Nov 2006 | 4:29pm GMT
    What's your method for calculating a tip? I look at the first two or three numbers on the bill. I move the decimal point in my head to make it 10%. Rounding the numbers up or down (depending on the situation), I multiply that figure by 2 to get ...

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  • QotD: My Fictional Counterpart
    → over water | 12 Nov 2006 | 3:03am GMT
    What character in a book can you connect with or relate to the most? Submitted by Eating A Book. My feelings have been summed up by another. Read the answer on Yukino's Vox

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  • QotD: They Play My Jams
    → over water | 5 Nov 2006 | 7:45pm GMT
    What's your favorite radio station, past or present? Presently I avoid FM radio whenever possible. In fact, I'm not sure if the radio in The GrapeMobile has any "tuner presets." Her (yes, my car is female) stereo is XM capable, but that's too p...

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  • ---> echoic.livejournal.com
    → this is how I come and go | 5 Oct 2006 | 5:32pm GMT
    Back in January of '05, I opened another one of these babies here at livejournal.
    It can be found here: echo_la_lia

    I keep this around for archival purposes.

    Just thought you should know.

    cheers,
    e
  • Memories Fade
    → this is how I come and go | 23 Dec 2005 | 7:17am GMT
    I'm going to post this everywhere. Found it on Trendwhore!Myspace.

    (Thanks to
    -- that was written by someone else.

    Here are my remarks:

    Make me remember anything; my memory sucks. How we met, something funny we did together, the "time we...", whatever you can think of.
    Besides, this is pretty cool. So do it. Do it now.
  • my purse, which can also be used as a weapon
    → this is how I come and go | 4 Feb 2005 | 9:10am GMT
    I say that so often that I'm getting a bit restless. Although many purses (or bags, as some call them) may be used as defense mechanisms, mine are a cut above the rest. Currently I'm on #4, and my accessory arsenal continues to grow. But still no pursings to report! There has been mention of pursable offenses, however no-one seems to make good on their threats. Bastards.

    I want to use my purse as a weapon! I know it all sounds very violent. That's because it is. But you should see these babies. They have metal parts! Combination locks and keys! Straps and handles enabling one to 'handily' switch between close-up _and_ perimeter defense/offense positions!

    I should upload photos. Next up - my cd case, which can also be used as a weapon.
    See more progress on: use my purse, which can also be used as a weapon, as a weapon
  • like a fish needs a bicycle.
    → this is how I come and go | 4 Feb 2005 | 8:28am GMT
    I have always been a clumsy sort with very poor balance. For those and other certain reasons, I have never learned to ride a bike.
    There have been attempts, I assure you. They just always worked out terribly. Not being able to ride a bike is just silly, so one of my goals is to ride a bicycle footloose and fancy-free before I'm thirty.
    Then I can move on to another -cycle.
    See more progress on: learn to ride a bicycle
  • PLEASE PRAY AND/OR SEND POSITIVE THOUGHTS FOR MY FATHER
    → this is how I come and go | 31 Jan 2005 | 9:15pm GMT
    My father is going into hospital again tomorrow. He will spend the night there and the next day, he is going to have QUADRUPLE BYPASS SURGERY. He has a 75% chance of making it, but he believes that today is going to be his last day at home. His concern is obvious to me: fear of dying during the operation. I, too, am afraid. I know this sort of surgery is done all of the time, but it would really help if you could pray for him and/or send positive thoughts/vibes/feelings - whatever fits into your personal beliefs.

    I'm kind of a "religious freelancer"; I don't associate myself with any particular faith, but I do believe in a higher power (or powers). I also believe in the power of prayer, whether the person thinks of it as a "prayer" or not. For instance, if someone hopes for something, and I don't mean for a new car, money, or materialistic things - I mean for the important things in life. Like if you hope for someone to recover from an illness or for a friend to finally have the strength to leave an abuser - thoughts like that. I consider that a prayer.

    Prayer, wishes, hoping, thinking of someone - it really does help. I also know that everyone else who has been praying/hoping/thinking/wishing/etc.for the best has already helped.

    Thank you in advance,
    a very nervous echo.
  • there are people out there like that
    → this is how I come and go | 24 Jan 2005 | 12:36am GMT

    What is your weird quotient? Click to find out!
  • Similar to the death clock; it's a fun quiz.
    → this is how I come and go | 24 Jan 2005 | 12:23am GMT

    I am going to die at 58. When are you? Click here to find out!
  • I'm a LOSER!!!
    → this is how I come and go | 24 Jan 2005 | 12:16am GMT

    I am 88% loser. What about you? Click here to find out!
  • The Nerd Facto
    → this is how I come and go | 23 Jan 2005 | 11:38pm GMT

    I am nerdier than 45% of all people. Are you nerdier? Click here to find out!
  • AN OLD PEPSI SIGN!!!!!!!
    → this is how I come and go | 23 Jan 2005 | 11:07pm GMT
    AN OLD PEPSI SIGN!!!

    Thank you, jennzah.