Had my first visit from my previous life (meaning pre-Buffalo). My good friend Brian came to town for a half a day. It was a good time. Showed him the sights...walked around the Elmwood area, gawked at the rich people houses, looked at the beautiful Mirror Lake (just don't get too close lest the nose betray). In the morning I took him to downtown to see the neato buildings (he's from NYC though, so it's kinda hard to impress him). Showed him the dilapidated former industrial zone, and the view of the East side that one gets from the freeways (both 33 and 190), explained that we made the freeways so you dodn't have to see the dying city underneath.

He's a cool guy. A genuine actor. Not quite famous, but maybe someday. Still singing for a living, which I sometimes wish I would do (though more often I'm glad that I don't). Funny, and not afraid to be himself. He only met (e:lilho) and (e:mike) because of time constraints. Hopefully he'll come back for a longer stay so he can meet more of the excellent estrip crew.

I am excited about carving my pumpkin.

Funny you should mention it (e:holly) [inlink]holly,103[/inlink] I'm gonna go over and watch a Lars Von Trier movie, Dancer in the Dark, at (e:southernyankee) 's house. We plan on watching it and then staring into the baleful eye of the bloated moon as we slowly open our veins to its pearlescent rays. Fun! So, if anyone's wondering where I am, there it is, but who knows for how long.

elmwoodradio (10:01:55 AM): hey abby
estripbot (10:01:55 AM): Lighten up a little...
elmwoodradio (10:02:00 AM): baby, please
estripbot (10:02:00 AM): Say! Is it me, or can everyone here just feel the love on this chat tonight? Because, I do, baby.
elmwoodradio (10:02:22 AM): you can be such a little cunt-muffin sometimes
estripbot (10:02:22 AM): What's your greatest fear?
elmwoodradio (10:02:33 AM): fallin in love with a robot
estripbot (10:02:33 AM): What's wrong with you?
elmwoodradio (10:02:43 AM): the weather
estripbot (10:02:44 AM): What's wrong with you?
elmwoodradio (10:02:48 AM): weather
estripbot (10:02:49 AM): Buffalo, New York conditions at 9:54 AM EDT on September 29, 2004:
Scattered Clouds; temp 57F; humidity 77%; wind 13 mph 20 km/h from the ENE
elmwoodradio (10:02:59 AM): thank you estripbot
estripbot (10:02:59 AM): I don't think so.
elmwoodradio (10:03:03 AM): fuck you
estripbot (10:03:03 AM): I don't think so.
elmwoodradio (10:03:06 AM): ungrateful slob
estripbot (10:03:06 AM): If your were evil, what kind of evil would you get into?
elmwoodradio (10:03:16 AM): i would fuck robots all day long
estripbot (10:03:17 AM): Oh, that is a shame.
elmwoodradio (10:03:27 AM): you'll never love me then?
estripbot (10:03:27 AM): Just forget it! What's the use? -sobs-

Oh the quirks of logic! [inlink]mike,251[/inlink]

A two year old is twice as old as a one year old. They are only one year apart. My mother is twice as old as I am (50 to my 25), she is 25 years older than I am. Does the fact that there are different lengths between the numbers on our respective line graphs negate the multiplication involved? Multiplication takes a number and adds that number to itself the specified number of times (3 X 4 = 3 + 3 + 3 + 3). So 80 degrees is 40 x 2 = 40 + 40, and 0 degrees is 40 - 40 = 40 x 0. Yo.

Ahhh, I see, the question refers to the fact that temperature is a measurement of the energy in a system. It has a definate zero (at which things are at total rest), this is called absolute zero and is about -450 degrees Farenheit. So, 450 degrees Farenheit is twice as "hot" as 0 degrees Farenheit (which doesn't make much mathematical sense sinse 0 x anything = 0). The point of reference is moved in the Farenheit system, zero is not technically zero. Now if we used Kelvin (the scientific unit of temp.) the math would apply again, because 0 Kelvin is absolute zero. So 80 degrees Kelvin is twice as "hot" as 40 degrees Kelvin.

Sometime with snow on the ground, I was skiing with (e:holly) and her family, namely Cintra and Big Momma. The trails wound around a lake (kinda like the lake in our own Delaware park). Big Momma wasn't actually skiing, she was riding a snow-mobile, following behind us. It was great fun. Cintra led the way, calling back encouragement. We got to the top of a hill and looked around, the next bit would be a tricky steep decent (which has always been the most fun, partly becaue of the harrowing risk of death). The scariest part was that at the bottom was the lake, frozen over, but one never knows... Cintra takes off, sweeps down the hill, goes about five feet onto the lake and swings back to the bank. Perfect. (e:holly) goes with similar gusto. My turn comes. The wind rushes by, trying to tear my eyes from the tips of my skis. I manage well enough. Ten feet or so out atop the ice. Big Momma's turn comes. This will be very tricky. We start to yell advice to her, but it's too late. With a maniacal/hysterical grin she slides her growling monster over the lip. She's at the bottom in no time. She keeps going. And going. She's halfway to the middle of the lake when she finally starts to turn the thing back towards shore. We're all screaming and scared to death. The crack makes all of us jump. Within seconds the ice has splintered, it seems that she will make it, but slowly she is sucked backward into the lake. It's not as bad as we feared, the lake is only about three feet deep. We're wondering what to do when we hear the garbled roar of the snow-mobile's engine. She's gunnin' it. The snow-mobile finds traction on the bottom and the ice is cracking in front of her. We stare in amazement as Big Momma forges a path to the shore, still grinning from ear to ear. She pulls up to shore and we pull her off her beast. With a calm look she's says simply, "I'm done."