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Tuesday Too # 23

Tuesday Too1.) Do you have a friend like Mr. Potatoehead? In other words do you have a friend that trouble seems to follow like a bad penny? Tell us about that friend or one of his/her bad pennies?

2.) Was there something you really meant to accomplish, or really wanted to do that you didn’t do last week? How come you didn’t do it?

3.) Pretend you’re in the market for a therapist. What would be the therapist’s most desirable quality? Why that one?

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“If you don’t learn to laugh at troubles, you won’t have anything to laugh at when you grow old.”

–Edward W. Howe


“Designated driver, on the information highway.”

Train Derails Outside D.C.

The Capital Limited Amtrak train derailed in Kensington, approximately 10 miles from D.C.’s Union Station this afternoon at 2:15. At this time it’s known that at least 6 cars and possibly 8 are derailed and lying on their sides; 194 people were traveling southbound on the train from Chicago to Washington D.C. At least 6 people are critically injured, and have been taken to area hospitals. Many others with injuries are being treated on site. Fire and police rescue teams are still helping passengers climb out of the cars.

If you’re concerned about a friend or family member traveling on that train, here’s the Amtrak for information number: 1-800-523-9101


“Designated driver, on the information highway.”

Potatoehead Pancake

I thought Mr. Potatoehead was a friend of yours; surely you’re not going to eat him?

Of course not. I’m referring to the time I saw Mr. Potatoehead’s face in a pancake; it was quite like the experience of the woman who saw Jesus in a taco shell. I’m just kidding; what I’m really referring to is the time Mr. Potatoehead, disguised as a pancake, entered the local Denny’s restaurant.

Potatoe Mentality

Why was he disguised as a pancake?

The regulations on driver’s licenses require Potatoes to be at least able to see over the dashboard; however, pancakes are eligible to drive when they are capable of stacking. Mr. Potatoehead at the age of twenty five, knew he was not going to reach the required height, and thus had come up with the ingenious idea of passing himself off as a pancake.

But why go to Denny’s?

Since we did not thoroughly understand the nature of pancake stacking, we though it was a good place to start. Trouble began as soon as we entered the establishment. Pancake pandemonium broke out of the kitchen, screaming obscenities and hurling scrambled eggs at not only Mr. Potatoehead, but at the innocent clientele as well. The once docile patrons, now tipped over chairs and upset tables in their mad rush to escape the flying eggs. Knives and forks began to rattle like sabers, and Pancakes leapt off of plates and began jockeying for life saving positions. Mr. Potatoehead’s plan; however, ingenious had unwittingly started the Pancake Revolution.

I never heard of the Pancake Revolution?

It’s been kept under wraps for a very long time. As a matter of fact, the Pancake Revolution marks the beginning of the end of species specific regulations. Now that’s a wrap fact in a manner of speaking, even though speaking of spoken is verboten.

“Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.”

–Jules de Gautier


“Designated driver, on the information highway.”

Blogathon 2002

Eve @ Creative Doubt has just posted the first of 48 posts in 24 hours. You go girl!”

What’s going on with you?

Baltimore’s Artscape 2002 is what I’m going to do. Last year it was great; so my expectations are high. The other things I’m going to do is start a new painting, and put the abstract for my thesis online.

Every exit is an entry somewhere.”

–Tom Stoppard


“Designated driver, on the information highway.”


What groove?

Groove Workspace, which is highly encrypted (not easily hacked) desktop software for file sharing and collaboration. My brother is writing the security white paper for Groove. Files can be updated/changed/shared immediately by anyone within your selected group. The personal trial version allots you 3 share spaces, which means you can share whichever files you choose with three other computers/people. The purchase version allows you an infinite number of share spaces.

Why would I want it?

I don’t know, but I can tell you why I want it. Art Attack Central is a partnership; I do the design work and my partner does writing/content development. First, rather than sending updates/changes via email, we can instantly share/work on the files when both of us are online. Secondly, if I make changes to a files we are sharing, my partner’s files will be immediately updated when she gets online, and she will be alerted to changes made on those particular files.

“Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.”

–Arthur C. Clarke


“Designated driver, on the information highway.”

Another Elliott Tale

I was online this morning searching for safety netting.


The second Elliott incident, that occurred while I was away was not as minor as the first. Abbott was sound asleep in bed. The bed is right next to a tall oak dresser. On top of the dresser is an old brass lamp, which we turn on and off by turning the light bulb. Elliott, bored with all this sleeping non activity, decided to jump up on top of the dresser. The lamp fell off, landing on Abbott, and turned on. Abbott leapt out of bed, and Elliott careened out of the room. Abbott dashed out the door after Elliott, and saw him race to the third floor, where he made an attempt to land gracefully on the railing, which is round and not flat. His landing was not efficient; Elliott dangled precariously from the railing, and how he held on I don’t know. Abbott bolted up the stairs, grabbed him up, and saved him from a three story fall.

Maybe he learned his lesson?

NOT! While I was cruising the net this morning, I heard him jump out in the hallway. There’s nothing to jump to in the hallway except the railing. I almost turned my chair over in my panic to get out there. My heart pounding, I called his name softly as I watched him walk smartly down the rail, towards me and the newel post. When Elliott reached the relative safety of the post, I scooped him up. The only thing he’s learned is how to land on the railing, and I’m not sure he’ll make it every time. It occurred to me that perhaps I should put a trampoline at the bottom of the stairwell, but I’m afraid that would only encourage him. I’m thinking of getting a cat trick training book. Elliott and I will go on the road together, and make a fortune entertaining our way across the country. When we reach Hollywood, he’ll decide to settle down, and become the kitty cat therapist he was meant to be, and I will become a stunt woman.

Rich has started the Monday Top Five.

“All that I desire to point out is the general principle that Life imitates Art far more than Art imitates Life.”

–Oscar Wilde


“Designated driver, on the information highway.”

Tuesday Too # 22

Tuesday Too1.) Do you think pornography is dangerous? Why, or why not?

I find this a tough question, because on the one hand, I’m against censoring, but on the other hand I find sites which promote rape as porn quite frightening. I can’t open my internet mail without at least one porn solicitation waiting for me to click. They send mail to whoever; of course there’s the, “Don’t Enter the Site, if You’re Under 18!”. Excuse me, but the sites don’t know how old I am if I click on enter. I thought about snuff films. Do they lead to more snuff films, and then I found this on the Skeptical Inquirer. Even though I respect their logic, I’m not sure about this one.

I find the world of instant information fantastic, but it’s still the beginning of this new world, and we don’t know the consequences down the road, or just around the corner. Hmmm… I guess it was such a tough question that I can’t really answer it completely. I don’t think that’s because I’m a fence sitter; I think it’s because all the evidence is not in. However, I will say that I think it’s dangerous for children who don’t understand what relationships are about.

2.) What do you think about people being held in jail without charges, without access to a lawyer, or a phone call for an indeterminate period of time?

See this!

3.) How do you feel about this US program?

Very scary. It makes me glad I don’t look like I’m from the middle east, and I wonder who they’ll want to know about next month/year/decade?.

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“When I retire I’m going to spend my evenings by the fireplace going through those boxes. There are things in there that ought to be burned.”

–Richard Milhous Nixon


“Designated driver, on the information highway.”

Off line Tales

ElliottOf course, Elliott created havoc for Abbott. The first relatively minor incident (more trouble for Abbott than Elliott) occurred on the first night I was away. Elliott was nowhere to be found. Abbott searched the house many times without success. Elliott was softly singing high above the kitchen counter, peering out from an upper cabinet. In fact the cabinet is so high up, you need a ladder to reach it. Abbott is partially deaf, and thus was unaware of the kitty cat soprano singing up above his head, as he paced the kitchen wondering how he was going to explain the loss of Elliott. Finally in desperation he called his daughter, asking her to help him search the premises. And remember I said softly singing; Elliott has a very tiny voice. After completing another search of the house, the two stood in the kitchen considering what might have happened and what could be said? Apparently, at that very moment Elliott decided to give one more demonstration of his singing ability, and was thus rescued from his 6 hour perch.

What else happened?

I’ll have to tell you later; gotta run. My off line life is way out of hand.


“Designated driver, on the information highway.”

Early Tuesday Too

Tuesday Too1.) What is the most important thing going on in your life this week?

2.) Tell us about your quintessential faux pas.

3.) Why would you most likely be nominated to speak your mind, and what is it you’re going to say?


“Designated driver, on the information highway.”


I met/saw Eve and Leah yesterday. Of course this meeting happened, after a missed exit, winding up in downtown Boston, and having to traverse the city to get back to Newton. Lucky for me they were still waiting for me even though I was a half hour late. It was great, I’ve got a picture, and will post it upon my return. You are on your own for the Tuesday Too this week, as this is most likely my last access to a computer until the 19th.

Change of Plans

Okay, on the computer again. I’ve made up some questions; I’ll post them tomorrow morning before I leave for Cliff Island. So if you’re hell-bent on doing the Tuesday Too, on whatever day, they’ll be up in the AM.

“Society has always seemed to demand a little more from human beings than it will get in practice.”

–George Orwell


“Designated driver, on the information highway.”