Data's Blog

Well, as you can see, I’m not much of a blogger. Last post was back in Oct. I seem to do these in 5 month increments.

Lots has happened since the last post linking a video to my grandma’s slide show.

Frogster America has decided to pay me, We have gotten tons of snow, my Grandpa (on my dad’s side) passed away, And in 36 hours I’m flying to California… First time on a plane.

In between all of that, I have been keeping busy with my usual little projects – some of which I hope to start documenting on here soon so that I have a reference for future projects.

I’m mainly making this post as an excuse to try this:

This is a map of my shopping journey today. Testing to see if it will auto update when I add onto it tomorrow.

Seth

Recieved this via email to day – I highly recommend gcfl.net – Free clean funny emails every week day

*************from gcfl.net************
‘Twas the Night Before Christmas’ as written by a technical writer for a firm that does Gov’t contracting…

‘Twas the nocturnal segment of the diurnal period preceding the annual Yuletide celebration, and throughout our place of residence, kinetic activity was not in evidence among the possessors of this potential, including that species of domestic rodent known as Mus musculus. Hosiery was meticulously suspended from the forward edge of the wood burning caloric apparatus, pursuant to our anticipatory pleasure regarding an imminent visitation from an eccentric philanthropist among whose folkloric appellations is the honorific title of St. Nicholas.

The prepubescent siblings, comfortably ensconced in their respective accommodations of repose, were experiencing subconscious visual hallucinations of variegated fruit confections moving rhythmically through their cerebrums. My conjugal partner and I, attired in our nocturnal head coverings, were about to take slumberous advantage of the hibernal darkness when upon the avenaceous exterior portion of the grounds there ascended such a cacophony of dissonance that I felt compelled to arise with alacrity from my place of repose for the purpose of ascertaining the precise source thereof.

Hastening to the casement, I forthwith opened the barriers sealing this fenestration, noting thereupon that the lunar brilliance without, reflected as it was on the surface of a recent crystalline precipitation, might be said to rival that of the solar meridian itself – thus permitting my incredulous optical sensory organs to behold a miniature airborne runnered conveyance drawn by eight diminutive specimens of the genus Rangifer, piloted by a minuscule, aged chauffeur so ebullient and nimble that it became instantly apparent to me that he was indeed our anticipated caller. With his ungulate motive power travelling at what may possibly have been more vertiginous velocity than patriotic alar predators, he vociferated loudly, expelled breath musically through contracted labia, and addressed each of the octet by his or her respective cognomen – “Now Dasher, now Dancer…” et al. – guiding them to the uppermost exterior level of our abode, through which structure I could readily distinguish the concatenations of each of the 32 cloven pedal extremities.

As I retracted my cranium from its erstwhile location, and was performing a 180-degree pivot, our distinguished visitant achieved – with utmost celerity and via a downward leap – entry by way of the smoke passage. He was clad entirely in animal pelts soiled by the ebony residue from oxidations of carboniferous fuels which had accumulated on the walls thereof. His resemblance to a street vendor I attributed largely to the plethora of assorted playthings which he bore dorsally in a commodious cloth receptacle.

His orbs were scintillant with reflected luminosity, while his submaxillary dermal indentations gave every evidence of engaging amiability. The capillaries of his malar regions and nasal appurtenance were engorged with blood which suffused the subcutaneous layers, the former approximating the coloration of Albion’s floral emblem, the latter that of the Prunus avium, or sweet cherry. His amusing sub- and supralabials resembled nothing so much as a common loop knot, and their ambient hirsute facial adornment appeared like small, tabular and columnar crystals of frozen water.

Clenched firmly between his incisors was a smoking piece whose grey fumes, forming a tenuous ellipse about his occiput, were suggestive of a decorative seasonal circlet of holly. His visage was wider than it was high, and when he waxed audibly mirthful, his corpulent abdominal region undulated in the manner of impectinated fruit syrup in a hemispherical container. He was, in short, neither more nor less than an obese, jocund, multigenarian gnome, the optical perception of whom rendered me visibly frolicsome despite every effort to refrain from so being. By rapidly lowering and then elevating one eyelid and rotating his head slightly to one side, he indicated that trepidation on my part was groundless.

Without utterance and with dispatch, he commenced filling the aforementioned appended hosiery with various of the aforementioned articles of merchandise extracted from his aforementioned previously dorsally transported cloth receptacle. Upon completion of this task, he executed an abrupt about- face, placed a single manual digit in lateral juxtaposition to his olfactory organ, inclined his cranium forward in a gesture of leave-taking, and forthwith effected his egress by renegotiating (in reverse) the smoke passage.
He then propelled himself in a short vector onto his conveyance, directed a musical expulsion of air through his contracted oral sphincter to the antlered quadrupeds of burden, and proceeded to soar aloft in a movement hitherto observable chiefly among the seed-bearing portions of a common weed. But I overheard his parting exclamation, audible immediately prior to his vehiculation beyond the limits of visibility: “Ecstatic Yuletide to the planetary constituency, and to that self same assemblage, my sincerest wishes for a salubriously beneficial and gratifyingly pleasurable period between sunset and dawn.”
Received from Thomas Ellsworth.
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Man got a headache reading that 😀

Data

Well, as you all can see, I’m not much of a blogger. Don’t really have much going on.

Any ways, just wanted to let my blog know I’m not dead. Next post will be a list of usefull free software that I use. Seems like every blog has one, may as well do one of my own 😀

History behind it – Several years ago while on vacation, I caught a water snake and brought it home. After some time, it escaped into my cold air return, never to be seen again.

i don’t know how old I was, but I came up with this for the fun of it 😀

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1. I caught a snake, a snake caught me I caught a tiny snake.
Above the dam at the edge of the lake, I caught a tiny snake.

2. I kept the snake, the snake kept me, I kept the tiny snake.
All the way home and into the cage I kept the tiny snake.

3. I lost my snake, my snake lost me I lost my tiny snake.
Out of the cage and onto the floor I lost my tiny snake.

4. My dad saw the snake, my snake saw my dad, he saw the tiny snake.
From behind the board and out the door he saw my tiny snake.

(note following verses were added later, after I found an other snake)

5. I found a snake a snake found me I found an other snake. All the way home and into the cage I still have my snake!

6. The snake escaped and I found the snake in the air duct. I found an other snake, now I have two!

The end –

Incidentally, I can’t remember what happened after verse six – and yes, stanza six stinks… but who cares?

Data