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

Previously in the echoverse…

  1. echolalia: http://twitpic.com/125mv4 - Mini Meow is not so mini now!
    Twitter / echolalia | 9 Feb 2010 | 2:20am GMT
    echolalia: http://twitpic.com/125mv4 - Mini Meow is not so mini now!
  2. echolalia: ...I hate not having the use of my own computer. Wish the computer issue was the top of the list. Urge to smash stuff happening now!
    Twitter / echolalia | 3 Feb 2010 | 11:27am GMT
    echolalia: ...I hate not having the use of my own computer. Wish the computer issue was the top of the list. Urge to smash stuff happening now!
  3. echolalia: ...and I'm finally able to login to twitpic only to find I must reset other passwords...
    Twitter / echolalia | 3 Feb 2010 | 11:07am GMT
    echolalia: ...and I'm finally able to login to twitpic only to find I must reset other passwords...
  4. echolalia: I finally "break in" to my Twitter web account (a.k.a. clicked "forgot password?") almost twenty minutes later.
    Twitter / echolalia | 3 Feb 2010 | 10:48am GMT
    echolalia: I finally "break in" to my Twitter web account (a.k.a. clicked "forgot password?") almost twenty minutes later.
  5. echolalia: The downstairs computer is nameless, it's not mine. It's currently working so slowly; Sleep'll come before I can check mail. Frustrating!
    Twitter / echolalia | 3 Feb 2010 | 10:27am GMT
    echolalia: The downstairs computer is nameless, it's not mine. It's currently working so slowly; Sleep'll come before I can check mail. Frustrating!
  6. echolalia: Crap, I missed the Lost final season premiere. I've sort of made it a tradition to see the beginning & end of seasons with Mom. ABC'll r ...
    Twitter / echolalia | 3 Feb 2010 | 9:04am GMT
    echolalia: Crap, I missed the Lost final season premiere. I've sort of made it a tradition to see the beginning & end of seasons with Mom. ABC'll r ...
  7. echolalia: Safety Is Sexy!
    Twitter / echolalia | 19 Jan 2010 | 6:46am GMT
    echolalia: Safety Is Sexy!
  8. echolalia: Note to the 'verse: official "NCIS Acceptance Speech" to be given. Gibbs just recommended Australian Shepherds.
    Twitter / echolalia | 7 Nov 2009 | 10:13pm GMT
    echolalia: Note to the 'verse: official "NCIS Acceptance Speech" to be given. Gibbs just recommended Australian Shepherds.
  9. echolalia: I am watching The Electric Mayhem at a downtown venue called The Garage. It's nickel night so between 10 & 12 certain drinks are only $.05.
    Twitter / echolalia | 2 Oct 2009 | 3:00am GMT
    echolalia: I am watching The Electric Mayhem at a downtown venue called The Garage. It's nickel night so between 10 & 12 certain drinks are only $.05.
  10. echolalia: Hey fruitcakes! Season 2 of my favorite series premieres tonight on FOX (@foxbroadcasting). #DOLLHOUSE airs at 9PM EST.
    Twitter / echolalia | 26 Sep 2009 | 12:11am GMT
    echolalia: Hey fruitcakes! Season 2 of my favorite series premieres tonight on FOX (@foxbroadcasting). #DOLLHOUSE airs at 9PM EST.
  11. Don't ignore me, Doris!
    echo (with a lowercase e) | 11 Sep 2009 | 5:21am GMT
    Don't ignore me, Doris!
  12. Don't ignore me, Doris!
    [ the echoverse : all about e ] | 11 Sep 2009 | 2:05am GMT
    I had an interesting encounter at the grocery store this evening. Normally I'm on the other side in these types of situations, so it was actually fun to be involved in this.

    It happened while I was in a different store than usual. The aisles there are set up in a slanted fashion that sort of throws off my compass, making it a bit trying to navigate the place.
    I sort of started moving toward an aisle, but due to its location, people in the surrounding aisles could see and be seen. My eyes briefly connected with those of a blonde woman. I continued on my way.

    "Don't ignore me, Doris!" hissed the now indignant blonde. I spun around as fast as I could because I knew two things: 1) That was definitely aimed at me. 2) If it wasn't, I wanted to gawk while Blonde Lady called Doris out for being ignorant.

    Fortunately for Blonde Lady, she got a good look at me and quickly saw that I was not Doris. Her face changed completely as she began earnestly, profusely apologizing for this case of mistaken identity. "I thought you were someone else!" she declared, full of embarrassment.

    I found the whole incident to be hysterical. I accepted her apologies, of course, but I couldn't quite articulate the feelings I had. I wanted to say something like "I know exactly how you feel! Don't worry, you just made my day, Blonde Lady!" But it couldn't come out of my mouth because "Don't ignore me, Doris!" was echoing in my head.

    I had to turn away from the situation quickly because the laughter inside me was about to burst out. Don't ignore me, Doris!

    cheers,
    Doris... "Oh my god, you're not Doris!" a.k.a. echo
    "Don't ignore me, Doris!!!"

    NABLOPOMO
  13. 09/09/09
    echo (with a lowercase e) | 9 Sep 2009 | 11:38pm GMT
    09/09/09
  14. Skin whitener advertisements labeled racist - CNN.com
    StumbleUpon | echoic's comments & reviews | 9 Sep 2009 | 9:00pm GMT

    From the page: "Skin whiteners were once targeted only to women. Now the products are a hot commodity for men."

  15. 09/09/09
    [ the echoverse : all about e ] | 9 Sep 2009 | 5:29pm GMT
    Dates, numbers, repetition, oh how I love thee. Did you know that 09/09/09 is the 252nd day of this year? And 2 + 5 + 2 = 9 making today 'nineier' than any other? Related to this day: There won't be another date composed of single digits for 1001 years. 09/09/09 only happens once in a lifetime.

    Why did I bother mentioning this? It was in an e-mail advert I received today. Reading about it made my OCD happy. The rest of me is somewhat certain nothing special will happen today.

    Apart from the date itself, of course.

    cheers,
    echo
    "I am the center of the echoverse."

    NABLOPOMO
  16. that really was the end of tomorrow.
    echo (with a lowercase e) | 8 Sep 2009 | 5:32pm GMT
    that really was the end of tomorrow.
  17. that really was the end of tomorrow.
    [ the echoverse : all about e ] | 8 Sep 2009 | 2:42pm GMT
    Despite my pledge to begin anew at this daily writing thang... Well, I'm sure you can imagine. Actually, I'm not certain you can figure it out for yourself. (Not knowing you, how am I expected to vouch for your astuteness?) In case you haven't, I'll do one of the things I do pretty well — get wordy with it.

    I bungled my participation in the National *log Posting Month (NABLOPOMO) project. Too much life in my life, I suppose. Besides, my beloved Vincent remains powerless.

    But Vincent is a poor excuse for my inability to post every day, especially since he's been on the fritz for more than a month, and I managed to pump out an entry a day for many days without him. I desperately need to get him fixed; I'm working on a website for other people and the majority of my go-to code snippets are stored on him.

    So, I've been working sans my own templates. (Advanced thank yous go out to the following for past and future reference: tutorialtastic, w3schools.com, the folks at Codegrrl, Dee and Jem. Though she is last on that list, she certainly isn't least — Jem runs tutorialtastic, contributes to Codegrrl and frequently posts about coding in her own blog.)

    It is both liberating and annoying to type the doctype declarations, xhtml base code, css base code, "<?php"
    this, "echo" that and all the other tags that I've lazily saved on Vincent's hard drive. Every once in a while I prefer to start from scratch in order to keep myself from getting rusty...
    This is not one of those times.

    Speaking of that other website I'm slowly working on: PSP is not on this machine, therefore I've downloaded GIMP for my image-related needs. I'm simultaneously experimenting on my own and with the manual.

    And that's about all for this entry.

    cheers,
    echo

    P.S. I'm going to sign up for NABLOPOMO again. Maybe this time I won't fall of the writing wagon.
  18. Why Bother with Relative Font Sizes? - jemjabella.co.uk
    StumbleUpon | echoic's comments & reviews | 5 Sep 2009 | 6:40pm GMT

    From the page: "1em / 100% isn't 10pt, it's 12pt / 16px"

  19. HTML vs. XHTML - jemjabella.co.uk
    StumbleUpon | echoic's comments & reviews | 5 Sep 2009 | 6:12pm GMT

    From the page: "My personal conclusion is that the choice between XHTML and HTML is completely irrelevant. Whether or not you add little forward slashes to the end of tags is not going to make or break a website. The important thing is coding semantically, for validity and compatibility, whichever doctype you use. Choose a strict doctype over transitional, and give your browser the best mark-up you can deliver."

  20. CAPTCHAs - jemjabella.co.uk
    StumbleUpon | echoic's comments & reviews | 5 Sep 2009 | 6:09pm GMT

    From the page: "Generally, I can see the point of CAPTCHAs. They do help to reduce spam at some sites, but at what cost? If I, a fully able human being with perfect eyesight and a decent browser, have problems seeing captchas or getting the letter combinations right, what hope do those with poor eyesight or other reading/visual disabilities? Must they be relegated to a silent corner, never allowed to join a website or post a comment again, for fear of angering the giant CAPTCHA making machine monster thingy?"

  21. If you’re thinkin about my baby it don’t matter if you’re black or white.
    echo (with a lowercase e) | 31 Aug 2009 | 3:48pm GMT

    If you’re thinkin about my baby it don’t matter if you’re black or white.

  22. tomorrow.
    echo (with a lowercase e) | 21 Aug 2009 | 12:54am GMT
    tomorrow.
  23. the end of tomorrow.
    echo (with a lowercase e) | 21 Aug 2009 | 12:54am GMT
    the end of tomorrow.
  24. the end of tomorrow.
    [ the echoverse : all about e ] | 20 Aug 2009 | 2:25pm GMT
    Perhaps you've noticed; perhaps this is your first time here. It may peradventure be that both are true of you, my dear reader.
    How much strength in nonsense can we gain from the title of this entry? I'll leave that up to you while I explain.

    This month I decided to participate in the writing project known as NABLOPOMO (or National *log Posting Month). CliffsNotes version: For an entire month, one adds an entry to her online journal daily. Whoever is in charge over there sets a theme for the month. Chosen themes are there to help; using them is not compulsory.
    The best part? I passed this personal test for eight glorious days. Despite my suspicions that I have too much of nothing to say, I was able to force myself to meet the deadline — MIDNIGHT EST — eight days in a row, even though my fibromyalgia and/or insanity was flaring up. I made sure I had my column posted by midnight, no matter what the article contained.

    Then I ruined it. I was too achy and exhausted to write anything on the ninth. Those feelings echoed throughout the week, eventually gaining a partner in keeping me from this log: having to stretch some of my medications and ultimately running out. This is also known as my doctor went on vacation, I had no way of knowing she'd be out, the on-call doctor refused to fill my prescriptions, and nobody could do anything about it. In other words I was fucked.

    My participation in this project began to fail. Going over the past 10 days or so, you will find signs of life. An anniversary message and even some comments. My OCD was pleased to find the coincidental matching of numbers for the dates and IDs of entries, which is why, among other things, you'll find the title "tomorrow" (and not much else) filling the void where my daily writing should have been published.

    All of that just to say: I'd like to restart my daily rambling today. The end of tomorrow... as a placeholder, at any rate.

    Cheers to Brock, a fellow who stopped by and took the time remark on my echoverse.org anniversary note. Unfortunately, he (or she — I shouldn't make assumptions based on names) did not provide a link, so I can't show it to you.
    I can show you the link to fellow "head case" and mysterious observer AJ a.k.a. the alien-joseph.

    cheers,
    echo
    "I am the undertow of the worst driven cow."
  25. tomorrow.
    [ the echoverse : all about e ] | 19 Aug 2009 | 8:01pm GMT

    NABLOPOMO
  26. tomorrow.
    echo (with a lowercase e) | 19 Aug 2009 | 7:55pm GMT
    tomorrow.
  27. tomorrow.
    echo (with a lowercase e) | 19 Aug 2009 | 7:55pm GMT
    tomorrow.
  28. tomorrow.
    [ the echoverse : all about e ] | 18 Aug 2009 | 7:57pm GMT


    NABLOPOMO
  29. BellaBuffs: Dynamic Page Titles & Dream
    StumbleUpon | echoic's comments & reviews | 18 Aug 2009 | 3:38pm GMT

    Another BellaBuffs tutorial, this one by way of Julie. This one shows you how to change the page titles using PHP.


    From the page: "This tutorial requires that you have a basic understanding of PHP includes (more specifically of using the function to include a header and footer file). It is also best if you are at least a little familiar with BellaBuffs and you should know a bit what the â€oeif…else” function does."

    From the page: "This tutorial requires that you have a basic understanding of PHP includes (more specifically of using the function to include a header and footer file). It is also best if you are at least a little familiar with BellaBuffs and you should know a bit what the â€oeif…else” function does."

  30. Making BellaBuffs work better for you... Part II & Chicken Scratches
    StumbleUpon | echoic's comments & reviews | 18 Aug 2009 | 2:52pm GMT

    Part II of "Making Bellabuffs Work Better For You" has Stephanie (of greydove.org breaking down some of the code a bit more for PHP newbies.

    You may want to look at Part I before you proceed.


    From the page: "After writing my article Making BellaBuffs Work Better for You, I realized while coding my own fanlisting (TWO ON TWO) that, while I am experienced in programming, not everyone who maintains fanlistings are. How would, for example, a PHP newbie know they canâ€t include quotation marks in their customized text? How could someone who doesnâ€t have five programming manuals on their bookshelf realize simply trying to include a link in their introduction would cause the script to break? How can such things be achieved painlessly? Well, it requires a bit of specialized knowledge. And so, I welcome you to Part II of Making BellaBuffs Work Better for You…"

  31. Making BellaBuffs Work Better for You & Chicken Scratches
    StumbleUpon | echoic's comments & reviews | 18 Aug 2009 | 2:42pm GMT

    This is a lovely little tutorial that covers some simple things you can do with PHP to "unique up" your fanlistings that run on BellaBuffs. Though the article targets BellaBuffs in particular, anyone looking to learn a little bit of PHP could benefit from reading this tutorial and its successor.


    From the page: "The theory behind the idea is that you should be able to have a one static version of BellaBuffs on your computer that you can upload into any fanlisting directory you have, the subject being anything from M.A.C. makeup to World of Warcraft. This way, you're not bloating up your computer with unnecessary index, about, button, etc. files. The only unique file you will have to store for each listing is prefs.php, the file that keeps each listing's exclusive text."

  32. tomorrow.
    [ the echoverse : all about e ] | 17 Aug 2009 | 7:57pm GMT


    NABLOPOMO
  33. tomorrow.
    [ the echoverse : all about e ] | 16 Aug 2009 | 7:57pm GMT


    NABLOPOMO
  34. tomorrow.
    [ the echoverse : all about e ] | 15 Aug 2009 | 7:57pm GMT


    NABLOPOMO
  35. tomorrow.
    [ the echoverse : all about e ] | 14 Aug 2009 | 4:00am GMT


    NABLOPOMO
  36. tomorrow.
    echo (with a lowercase e) | 13 Aug 2009 | 8:10am GMT
    tomorrow.
  37. Happy Birthday, echoverse.org!
    echo (with a lowercase e) | 13 Aug 2009 | 8:10am GMT
    Happy Birthday, echoverse.org!
  38. Social Media Today | What Does Your Twitter Avatar Say About You?
    StumbleUpon | echoic's comments & reviews | 31 Jul 2009 | 6:28pm GMT

    From the page: "Celebrity stalker: A photo of a well known figure, whether used deceptively, in parody, or merely to show oneâ€s admiration for an actor, singer, politician, etc. Itâ€s like Halloween 365 days a year. Youâ€re Barrack Obama, Britney Spears or Rick Astley. (Rick Astley? People do crazy things.) I guess itâ€s all in good fun, but would you want someone using your picture and claiming they were you? Itâ€s kind of creepy."

  39. Ask an Academic: Babysitters as Bad Girls: The Book Bench : The New Yorker
    StumbleUpon | echoic's comments & reviews | 30 Jul 2009 | 6:12pm GMT

    From the page: "Why have so many people had it in for the poor babysitter? "

  40. Adventures In Babysitting: How Did Something So Innocent Become So...Lurid? - Stoneybrook, ct - Jezebel
    StumbleUpon | echoic's comments & reviews | 30 Jul 2009 | 6:07pm GMT

    From the page: "Does this indicate a shift in our attitudes towards young women, or merely a calcification of gender roles? Maybe both. And maybe also something less palatable. Nowadays, it seems like oftentimes the moms who employ a neighbor as a sitter is eager for a responsible older girl's influence on her daughters - as opposed to the quotidian care of a nanny, who presumably doesn't have the same wisdom to impart. I know as a teen nerd, I was in high demand in my neighborhood as a "good influence" - and the fact that I was always free on a Saturday night didn't hurt, either. I get that, especially in a world rife with questionable influences. But the contrast between the babysitter and the actual employees - even when some people tossed the terms around with optimistic interchangeability - sometimes felt weird. "

  41. Writer's Block: Looking Back
    Digging to the rhythm and the echo of a solitary siren. | 20 Apr 2009 | 1:34am GMT
    Apparently my first post was heat-related. You must be so hot, little friend.
    For those not interested in clicking that link, I've quoted the post below:

    [echo] (</a></b></a>echoic) wrote,
    @ 2001-07-26 04:50:00
    "It is 4:50 AM and 81 degrees in this room - despite the fact that I have several fans going. It's too bad my Patton (Vornado-style) is in another room. It is currently being utilized by the alien-joseph as a sleeping aid.

    My foot hurts, how about you?"

     
    The "little friend" I refer to is one of my guinea pigs. The Internet Archive tells me it's Fred I'm referring to... I feel sad that I had to look it up to be sure I wasn't talking about Franco.

    Looking back evokes so many different emotions.


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  • 53 Weeks Later...
    Digging to the rhythm and the echo of a solitary siren. | 3 Dec 2008 | 10:43pm GMT
    'Tis been 53 weeks since my last LJ update. Having said that, this won't be much of an update.

    I'm going to install Dee's vs.tweet, but not here. That's going to run over on echoverse.lj.com.

    You can find sporadic updates over at the main page of echoverse.org. Further options on locating me shall be forthcoming.

    Hey, does anyone else think it's time I updated my photo? Well, I don't care if you do, I'm going to do it at some point. The one currently being shown is from 2005!

  • 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.
  • 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.

     
  • I'm having computer troubles. Of various kinds. Some don't even involve *my* computers!
    Jaiku | Jaikus from echo | 11 Jun 2007 | 5:00am GMT
    echo

    I'm having computer troubles. Of various kinds. Some don't even involve my computers!

    By echo 2 years, 8 months ago in The Crazy Diamond Mine Add Comment

  • 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
    °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°
  • Something strange is afoot with my computer. I'm off to browse Cockadoodledoo...
    Jaiku | Jaikus from echo | 27 May 2007 | 7:41pm GMT
    echo web-scull

    Something strange is afoot with my computer. I'm off to browse Cockadoodledoo...

    By echo 2 years, 8 months ago in The Crazy Diamond Mine Add Comment

  • For some reason I can't seem to get an activation code sent to my cell phone. Hmmpf!
    Jaiku | Jaikus from echo | 27 May 2007 | 7:36pm GMT
    echo

    For some reason I can't seem to get an activation code sent to my cell phone. Hmmpf!

    By echo 2 years, 8 months ago in The Crazy Diamond Mine Add Comment


  • Jaiku | Jaikus from echo | 27 May 2007 | 7:32pm GMT
    echo

    Singing through text... I have "In The Ghetto" stuck in my head now!

    Comment from echo on "Say it loud and sing it proud today..." Don't you just love musical quotes? "We're all part of a masterplan!" by 2 years, 8 months ago

  • Yeah, added some people as "contacts" and discovered finding "jaikuable" fruitcakes aren't as easy to collect as I suspected.
    Jaiku | Jaikus from echo | 24 May 2007 | 10:29am GMT
    echo web-song

    Yeah, added some people as "contacts" and discovered finding "jaikuable" fruitcakes aren't as easy to collect as I suspected.

    By echo 2 years, 8 months ago in The Crazy Diamond Mine Add Comment

  • So, I'm just going to randomly pop around, adding folks as contacts. Cool? Well, even if you aren't down with it, I'm doing it anyway.
    Jaiku | Jaikus from echo | 24 May 2007 | 9:42am GMT
    echo

    So, I'm just going to randomly pop around, adding folks as contacts. Cool? Well, even if you aren't down with it, I'm doing it anyway.

    By echo 2 years, 8 months ago in The Crazy Diamond Mine 3 Comments

  • Ha, now my twitter feed is available here. More messes from me! WOO!
    Jaiku | Jaikus from echo | 24 May 2007 | 9:39am GMT
    echo

    Ha, now my twitter feed is available here. More messes from me! WOO!

    By echo 2 years, 8 months ago in The Crazy Diamond Mine Add Comment

  • "Say it loud and sing it proud today..." Don't you just love musical quotes? "We're all part of a masterplan!"
    Jaiku | Jaikus from echo | 24 May 2007 | 9:37am GMT
    echo

    "Say it loud and sing it proud today..." Don't you just love musical quotes? "We're all part of a masterplan!"

    By echo 2 years, 8 months ago in The Crazy Diamond Mine 8 Comments

  • Well, apparently this place is like twitter. I'm supposed to use this area to constantly update about my whereabouts and what I'm doing...
    Jaiku | Jaikus from echo | 10 May 2007 | 1:24pm GMT
    echo

    Well, apparently this place is like twitter. I'm supposed to use this area to constantly update about my whereabouts and what I'm doing...

    By echo 2 years, 9 months ago in The Crazy Diamond Mine Add Comment

  • Joined Jaiku
    Jaiku | Jaikus from echo | 10 May 2007 | 7:30am GMT
    echo jaiku-new-user

    Joined Jaiku

    By echo 2 years, 9 months ago Add Comment

  • On Vox: QotD: The Main Cast
    Digging to the rhythm and the echo of a solitary siren. | 24 Apr 2007 | 2:37pm GMT
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    Who are the most frequently mentioned people on your Vox blog? Submitted by Amirul B Ruslan.

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  • 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
    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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  • ---&gt; 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.
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  • 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.