That's not mud
Three guesses. Yup, that is an open sewer the Humvee is driving through.
Cat fight!! Sort of.
It wasn't me. You can't prove anything.
Three guesses. Yup, that is an open sewer the Humvee is driving through.
Cat fight!! Sort of.
I can't see the screen very well, at least not all the time.
Sometimes I have to play little tricks to make things easier to read.
One of these tricks is to highlight text so it has more contrast. This
is particularly useful on the web. People have no concept of
accessibility on the internet.
For a couple of months, I've been complaining about the highlight
color on Gnome (Linux) at work. The versions of Linux I use do not come
with very good color schemes or themes for high contrast. All but two
of the themes that EL5 comes with have white text on a light blue
background for a highlight color., The high contrast white theme has
icons the size of dinner plates, slide bars that take up half the
screen and is uuuuugly. The rest of the themes all seem to look the
same. You can't use the inverted high contrast theme because it makes
spreadsheets and other programs unreadable. They are getting better,
but they are miles off right now.
I cannot find a Gnome program for generating themes by hand. All I
wanted to do was change the highlight color to white text with a red
background or yellow background and black text. Something that sticks
Enter Fedora 8. The Gnome theme chooser has a color option. You can
just pick the color you want. You can even save the theme.I'm going to
try to bring the Blue Curve theme that I modified to Red Curve to work
and get it to work with my box there. My luck, the files will not
compatible. That is a pessimistic point of view and I'm leaving that
behind. I want to at least try.
I did run across a theme for Gnome that makes your desktop look just
like a Mac. There is even a program that does that floating icon picker
thing on the bottom of the screen. That might be interesting, but I
hate that thing at the bottom of the screen on Macs. I'm sure people
love it. It is the best thing since sliced bread. I used a Mac for a
little bit many years ago with the beta version of OS-X.
Another accessibility thing that does not work in gnome/X is the magnifier. There are attempts to make it work, but they are counter productive. The default magnification thing just stops after a while. I could only get it to work on like half the screen at once. I really miss the magnifier in Windows. it was so simple and yet, now I know worked elegantly.
So, how long is a 60 minutes podcast? 43 minutes.
I walk a ways past a bayou on my morning commute. Some days it is
hard. Some days I take my life in my own hands. This morning had a
thick fog for this area blanketed over it. The fog here is white at the
sides and a light blue at the top. It is spotty and rarely too thick to
drive through. It is never too thick to walk through. Not that I've
seen. That is, except in the dark in the woods. Even with a light it
can be difficult to keep from walking in to a tree or a fallen log.
People here don't get much experience driving in fog, snow or ice.
When these things do happen, most people take caution. I've never been
hit by a car when it was raining or foggy. I've only been hit in clear
weather. At worst it was overcast, but dry. It reminds me of a
statistic that I heard that people who driver cars with anti lock
breaks and a dozen airbags get in more accidents.
The news spoke of the fog as though it were a plague. The warnings
rang though the mist. I've heard a traffic commentator say something
like "It is a normal day with nothing wrong, so be careful. Cause
that's when the y get-ya." He was joking, but it is a bit true. When
things are 'normal' your guard is down. I know I do it.
As I walked, I took note of how far ahead things went out of vision.
I'm not a reliable judge, but I tried any way. There is not a wall
where you see things on the close side and do not see things on the far
side. Cars simply melt away as they drive on. Some leave their break
lights as a last gasp of existence. Trees and houses simply watch me
pass by. The few people take no notice as I pass.
At my walk's end, the busy intersection is calm. There are many
people going every which way. The traffic moves better than in clear
weather. The people seem more patient and willing to compromise to make
it to their destination. The bus driver takes half a cycle of the light
to just wait for a good spot to pull in to traffic. Well, most of the
drivers do that anyway.
On the ride, I stared out the window at a world packed in gray
cotton candy. Places where there is grass or trees are thick. Parking
lots and buildings make the fog more thin. The ground is wet in most
places. Everywhere there are people. It looks like it should be cold.
It is not. It is seventy degrees or so. It is humid, thus the fog. It
feels thick as swimming in soup. People are sweating, but it does them
no good. Traffic flowed smoothly. It was faster in the fog. Not that
people went faster, but it felt that it had not taken as long because
fewer people were in that dangerous hurry that gets people killed. The
commute was less stressful in the fog than on a clear day. How messed
up is that?
It was quiet this morning. Not really. All the sounds were there.
The fog didn't stop the waves from moving about. People were muted in
some way. They were thinking more quiet thoughts. It showed in their
attitude and actions. It was nice. Hell, I wish every day was foggy on
The fog was still hanging around, though not as thick, at lunch
time. The sun was shining. It was warm, but there was a funny bite to
the air. It was like the atmosphere reminded me of somewhere I've never
PHD: Permanent Head Damage (I like it)
synthespian: I'm not sure if this is a completely fabricated
digital character, or a person who only does body movements to be
digitized into a computer for a film.
What the hell? Cyber Monday is the Monday after Thanksgiving break.
People go back to work and hit the internet for Christmas
complain a lot about not having internet access at my job. I understand
why. The estimates are out of the world on how much this phenomena
Plus, I'm jealous. I used to have internet access at other jobs and
I didn't really abuse it. I used it for work related stuff and I
checked Dilbert every morning. There wasn't much else unless I needed
something right then.
My cousin was the CEO of a comic book company and played WOW on the
job. How enviable is that statement? A) CEO of a comic book business.
B) Played WOW on the job and who was going to say anything about it?
I'm warring my watch again lately. I seemed to have given it up for
a while. I'm also back to warring my contacts the last couple of days.
It has been so long since I've worn my watch that I misread the time
yesterday by an hour at one point. It is an analog watch. I'm so used
to 24 hour time that I loose track thinking in terms of "quarter till"
and "half past". I like the sweep feel of an analog time piece. I need
one that does 24 hour time. I like the visual queue you get by
imagining the appropriate hand sweeping forward to another time and
counting the number of ticks it goes past. It gives a sense of how long
until something happens, more so than a digital read out. At least, it
does for me.
The contacts have been in my bag for weeks. Every since I got my new
bifocals, I haven't been warring my contacts. That means the whole
Faire season has been glasses.
I forget how much better I can see with contacts. It is not a huge difference, but it is noticeable, especially at night and off toward the horizon. Well, contacts are better as long as they are sitting right. They have a history of messing up after long day. That is normal from what I hear. I don't know how long this little trend will last. I figure until the next time my contacts piss me off.
I remember asking someone in the early eighties "How should we refer to 2001 2002 2003 ...? Should we say oh-one, or two thousand one, or twenty oh-one?" I was a boring child. I tried looking up how people referred to 1901 and 1902. Some people in old movies said aught-one or not-one. That didn't sound right.
Now that we are almost out of the decade, I'm running through my memory and trying to remember how people referred to the years and record it here so the boring kid at the end of the next century can look it up and think "That doesn't sound right."
When referring to huge happenings that take on a meaning of their
own, the year is not in the name that people seem to use. These are
simple happenings that do not need more information to tell people what
you are talking about. Honestly I've had to stop a could of times and
remind myself that 9/11 happened in 2001. 7/7
happened in 2005, I think
In every day speech I've noticed that people just say the full year.
"It happened in two thousand six." Or "It is a two thousand three
model." In writing and blogs it is all over the place. You do not get a
two digit date much anywhere beyond hand written notes. It is really a
non issue. Nobody cares.
I blame the year two thousand issue that was This was the
buzz word of the late nineties. The only thing managers and PR people
like better than an acronym is an acronym with numbers in it.
The place I worked hired a whole floor of people to fix problems and
sign off on old programs saying they would at least function after the
date rolled over. I wonder what percentage of the economy was running
on the "millennium momentum."
The concept of a two digit date reaping havoc across the globe was
in every TV show and news cast for a couple of years. "What's going to
happen when the millennium clock rolls over?" Note I didn't say "ends"
or "starts" or anything like that. That statement is technically
correct because the year two thousand is the last year of the previous
millennium, not the first year of the next millennium. It cracks me up
that it was the most debated and promoted non-issue in history.
I think people just got used to the idea of not abbreviating the
year portion of the date any more.
The true tell will come in about the middle of the next decade. What
colloquialisms will people use to refer to this decade? ... I predict
it will be a non issue and no one will really care. They will continue
writing out the whole year until about the fifties when no one cares
or other such influences. Then it will all begin again.
Well, it went better than I expected. It took all night for
everything to install and then it took me most of the evening to the
the repo links working. The way you get yum to point to the new repo is
by typing it in by hand or using an RPM to force the upgrade of the
files. I did it by hand. It took me several tries to get the auto stuff
back to the auto settings on both of my machines.
The good news is that everything seems to have worked and upgraded.
Most everything is working except Nedit. Nedit never seems to work.
This time Nedit closes down every time I try to paste. That means it is
useless to me.
Flash works, Mplayer works, Firefox works, aMule works, web server
works. Other stuff seems to be flowing well.
The new Gedit doesn't want to set the background to black and the
foreground to white. The default settings are kind of hard to read.
I"m sure there are some other changes that will make my life a
living normal. I'm sure I'll bitch about the troubles it causes here in
the blog. Hey, at least I can post.
We were at JITB this evening woofing down some great American burgers. Elle got a toy. It was an anthropologist kit. It consisted of little tub of play-doe. Nat asked Elle if she could say anthropologist. Elle replied "anrchocolate". I nearly came out of my chair.
I learned several thing from this video. Don't let this guy near your SUV, Security gate, or anything else. If you find yourself chasing down a run away vehicle, take the extra second to sit down in the seat before jabbing on the break. It kind of looks like this guy was hitting both peddles or something along those lines. It doesn't't't look like there is any one else in the car. I cannot tell.
You know, I tried playing the guitar several years ago. I was bad. I didn't practice enough. I don't have very good coordination to start with. There are any number of excuses. I suck at music in general. I enjoy listening.
There are a bunch of folks at my office who are good. They are
engineers too. That kind of pisses me off. It really does seem like
some people got double helpings at the talent fountain in the line to
get born. I've witnessed people juggling infants while riding a
unicycle on a tight rope over a flaming pit of death. I cant barely
walk and chew gum.
There are some other issues that I have with my genetic situation.
There is an old joke. What is the best way to live a long life. Answer,
choose your parents well. It is the truth to this day.
If science has really figured out how to trick a skin cell in to
thinking it is a stem cell, the rules might change. That is still in
the "some day" category though. I just don't think this stuff will help
me out. Maybe Elle's generation will benefit.
In Unix there is a command called 'ps'. It tells you what is running
on the machine. It lists each process out with some useful details. The
primary use for this command is to figure out what to kill. This is a
metaphor for life. Someone needs to come up with a way to figure out
what really is going on in your life and allow the removal of bits and
pieces that cause problems.
There is more to a human life I suppose. Things get too out of hand
and you think "God, one more straw and my back is going to break." That
can be the truth. Something needs to give.
I'm not there right now. I'm in a good place. Things are under
control as long as Nat and I can keep the bills paid. It has been a
long time since I felt comfortable where I was. These moments are
fleeting and far between. It doesn't matter if things are on the edge
of a cliff. Just so long as you know where you are and you are OK with
For the moment, I'm OK with all of it. Not even. I'm great with it.
I hope Nat feels the same way.
I know, I know, I'm opening myself up for the other shoe to drop. Well, I hope it doesn't. I hope the other shoe lives it's own life and leaves me and mine alone. Things are good. Things are bad. Things come and go. People come and go. It is life. Up and down.
I walked around the top of the parking garage and talked to myself. This was not different than many other days where AI have no other plans for lunch. It was cool and quiet on top of the garage. The ground level was windy. The top of the garage was calm with only a gentle breeze, cool as it was. The sun was warm. The sound of my boots squeaking didn't even bother me that much as I passed.
I wish Nat was there. I don't remember the last time she and I just went for a walk. How many opportunities does one have to stop and smell the roses?
So, I'm upgrading both boxes to Fedora 8. I didn't even know it came out until night before last. While looking for information that might help my notebook woes, I found out that my primary OS had a major upgrade.As I type the RPM system is breaking it's back making sure all the software on the system is the proper version.
It wasn't that long ago for the last upgrade. I'm not sure, but it
seems like it was only about 8 months since the last major version of
Fedora. From what I can tell the changes are not that vast. I think
they are just promising upgrades every so often and cranking them out.
I wonder where they got that idea.
Wish me luck.
This is an inevitable step in evolution. That, and it is just plane cool.
Let me start off by saying all printers suck at this point. Not in their print quality. That is top notch. No, they all suck because they have become a cash cow of big corporations that use them as a staple income. It has come to the point where ink-jet replacement ink is worth $5200 an oz. Note: I'm pulling that number out of my ass. There have been times people have bought new printers on sale because it was cheaper than replacing the ink cartridges. At least the cartridges are the majority of the failures of the printer. When you replace the ink in most ink-jet printers, you are replacing the print head and most of the complex stuff.
Laser printers are complex, hot, messy expensive hogs. They much electricity and supplies. The one in my office has a bad cleaner brush. This means it makes dark prints with a constant spear all down one side that makes every print offal. It is useless for anything other than proofreading or instructions, for which I rarely use a printer these days.
We have a working printer at the house. We got it because we needed a fax machine. It was cheaper to get a scan/fax/printer thing. I'm not sure we ever even used the fax. It copies too. What a great way to waist print cartridges. This printer is HP. It seems like HP is one of the more expensive replacements.
I heard a rumor years ago that Wal-Mart was threatening to come out with their own printer line and charge $2 for new cartridges. Sign me up. The monopoly by comity that is the desktop printer industry has taken it's toll and needs to be knocked back in to line with reality. this sort of thing has gone one for long enough. I would call for a break up of the industry, but they are all in on it. How do you break op fifteen companies? It is highway robbery.
It's like a club of rich billionaires that all milk the private tit
for more money that they just spend on better milking machines. Isn't
it against the law to refill cartridges? Doesn't HP have the patent on
their cartridge and refilling said cartridges?
The real solution here is not to use printers any more. I've not
gotten Nat to bet on this pony, but I'm working on it. We print things
for Elle and we print maps with directions to get places. I'm not
what else get printed at the house. I'm tired of ranting on this
subject. It is old and done. It's just too bad no one will do anything
It is a green conspiracy I tells ya!!! Oh, wait it is a corporate
conspiracy!!! Wait, no. Maybe it is a government conspiracy. No, they
couldn't pull anything this complex off without a scandal biting them
in the ass. Maybe it is just a bunch of stuff that happened. ... No,
that doesn't justify my getting so pissed off about it. ...
Did I say we had three folks named Chris at work? I should stick to my rule of not blogging anything about work.
I wasn't supposed to be at work today. I had scheduled to take a day of vacation. Sometimes it is scary to go to work when you hadn't planned on going in. Just watch the uncut version of Clerks to know what I man. If anything good happens, you don't think about it. If anything bad happens you blame yourself fro coming in.
I don't think anything bad happened. I suppose that is the worst.
I'm upgrading the web server so my pictures and assorted links for the things i created will be down for a bit. It has already been running for hours, but that is normal for a Linux upgrade. It is not hung up, I hope. It is checking dependencies.
Say a prayer for me and my box.
That turtle is biting the shit out of those cats. I wonder what the cats did to the turtle.
I acquired an old notebook from a friend. It had Wincrap 98, 266
MHz, 256mb RAM.
The cat likes the bag.
I put xubuntu on the box. It
runs surprisingly fast for such an old box. It does not recognize the
sound card. No online radio. No reading articles aloud. Drag. It isn't
going to do what I wanted it to do. One of these days I'll get some way
to make it work. It or another system.
I had to shoe the cat out of the bag three times. He might smell the
cats the owner has.
That cable is my wireless-less system. I had a hard time finding
wireless connectors for my last laptop from several years ago so I
started packing a 50 foot Ethernet cable. Works like a champ.
I'm downloading Fedora 8 live CD and install DVD as I type. I don't
know if Fedora will fix anything. It's worth a try. It seems like
yesterday that I updated to fedora 7. They are squeezing them out
faster than Catholics these days.
I have nothing else to add.
Nat was not feeling well at all. She still made a ham, and two kinds
of awesome mashed potatoes. We went over to Adam and Laurie's place for
Thanksgiving dinner. It was a blast. I took some pictures and managed
to leave my camera at Adam's place.
They are in the middle of a move. Soon, they will have a better,
bigger place. It has a huge game room. I haven't seen it yet. I would
help them move, but they higher movers. I like that. It is good to have
friends who higher movers.
Every one had their kids there except us. Elle had plans with her
father's side of the family. That's fine, but Nat and I not to mention
the other kids missed her. I'm sitting here right now blogging and
surfing the net. Nat is taking a nap trying to feel better. I know Elle
would not enjoy being here, yet I wish she was here. We get her back
Sunday some time.
Mike (Ranger) flies RC aircraft, or at least he used to. He was pretty good. Watching him and his friends made me respect how difficult it is to fly one of those unstable birds.
Just taking off and landing in that confined space is difficult. This person has had years of practice. I respect that.
I would still vote for Hillery today.
If you want Bill Clinton with balls, vote for Hillery. If you want
Jimmy Carter with a bit more charisma, then you want Obama.
I'm less sick of all the hype than I've been in the past. There are
ways to avoid the constant drone of bullshit that spews forth from the
news outlets. The MSM seems very distracted by the stats voting
their favorite brand. The states keep trying to one-up each other.
Pretty soon we will have to vote for toddlers. I just don't put much
weight in the primaries. I suppose they are good to let the losers know
they do not have the backing of the party.
Hillery said the other Democrats are taking bullets straight out of
the Republican play book. She did the same thing a couple of days ago.
She is still the best candidate to me. That is a sad statement because
I think she will suck as a president. I have an odd feeling she will
end up being another Nixon in some way. There are just no better
alternatives for me right now.
Are there any Republicans in the race? I remember Republican candidates. You know, back in the day.
I dreampt that the Goblin King
shop was destroyed by a tornado. In
fact the whole block of stores was flattened. Nat and I were there and
hid behind a cement wall. It was all that was left. There is no cement
wall in the shop, only in the dream. Someone was trapped under the
floorboards. They had gone there to escape the tornado only to get
trapped. We found this person and had to call for help.
I like GK. I like the shops next to GK. I hope this is just some silly dream and not some kind of omen. Perhaps this was spurred by the news story about the ghost closing a door in that building that was demolished. The authorities brought out cadaver dogs to search the rubble just in case.
Some story to go with the picture. hmmm.
So, I spent the frigging whole day trying to get a script to log in
to multiple computers and build software over multiple platforms
without having to mess with it. This is because programming is best
driven by laziness. That or play Wow until you drop. I forget the
rules. It was in expect
which is a pain in the ass on a good day.
It was pissing me off. I had a bunch of people in my office talking
shop and confusing me with some stupid jokes. I still got the script to
work. Well for the most part. I still need to run through a full test
across all the platforms tomorrow. I need to set up a million tests to
run over the long weekend. I need to do some web publishing. Normal
stuff. I know for a fact that I'm not going to be in the mood to do
I ended up at Whole foods
with Adam. The whole time I'm trying to not look like a gay couple as
Adam keeps asking me about shit he holds up to me. The funny thing is
Adam was completely oblivious to my plight. Adam did look at home in
He dropped me off at home and picked up the turkey roaster thing we
got for Christmas a couple of years ago. You can almost take a bath in
it. We are headed over there for Thanks Giving dinner sometime Thursday.
Nat had dinner waiting for me. ... How cool is that? Her back has
been hurting her and she has not been feeling all that great. She still
took the time and effort. What a gal. She spent the day messing with
I called my parents. They are visiting relatives at the moment. My
mother passed around the phone. Now, they are in the car headed for a
flea market of some kind. My uncle Ron had that long distance phone
conversation tone. I don't know how to describe it. People used to get
this tone when talking long distance. I've done it myself. It is a
"what I'm saying better be important because this phone call is costing
someone money" kind of tone. My mother and I might as well have been
across the street. I hadn't heard that in a while.
I must admit I envy them going to a small store on a Monday. I don't
care if it is because all but one of them is retired. I am so looking
forward to the time when I'm retired and blogging all the time. Blogs
will be passe by then. The new thing will be community cyber
connections. I"m probably going to be too old fashioned for that sort
of thing. I haven't made up my mind yet.
Oh, ya, Thanksgiving.
I still don't know what we are doing for Thanksgiving. Our options
There may be even more options that I cannot think of at the moment.
I got a couple of texts from my mother yesterday. They were at uncle
Jacks place. It is a ranch of sorts. "I get to shoot goats in the butt
with a bebe gun. and ride a four wheeler. I'm happy." Then I get "Jack
has a dog named Mouser, She brings the eggs in from the chicken coop
and lays them on the mat at the back door." Those are scary to get from
your mum while she is on the road.
If we decide to do the Faire thing I envision a lot of sitting
around and shivering. It is to get cold over the T-day break. It will
be wet and none of the normal folks will show up. I can only speculate
that there will be fewer folks inside the faire too. I predict a lower
than normal turnout. TRF just isn't what I think of when I think
If we do the cook yourself thing I have a feeling that no one will
sit down and eat at the same time. I predict lots of snoring and
watching of TV. Not a bad combo, but not what Nat expects.
If we do the Adam and Laurie thing, we will have kid's table. Adam and I spoke of this earlier and it seemed to hit a cord that we would have a kid's table. We both felt like parents for a moment. It was strangely pleasant for a couple of dads talking about having a kid's table at Thanksgiving dinner. (I'm grinning ear to ear and tearing up typing that statement.) I picture Elle and the other kids giggling and making a mess on the table. I feel all parent like.
The company I work for has like seventy people at the moment. There
are two of several names. There are three of Chris, and Kelly. I had an
idea that Chris was so popular. Not Kelly. All spelled the same way
too. There is only one Michael. There is only one John. There are
folks named Jennifer. I'm flabbergasted.
There are a bunch of Chris handled folks at Safe Haven. Some are
Christoffer or Christopher. Some are Christin. They are all Chris.
It wold be more surprising if we had another guy named Kelly. I knew a woman named Kellie who married a guy with the last name of Kelley. I think that is how they spelled the names. His CB handle was Cracked Axle because he blew an axle rounding a corner. We called him Crack on the radio and the cops freaked out.
I put up some pictures. Nat backed a cake in the shape of a castle this morning. it was a tin given to us by Adam and Laurie for Christmas a couple of years ago.
The other set of pictures are from a couple of different days at Faire.
They were on the camera, so I put them up.
I would kill for one of these.
Or, something like it. It is high definition and shoots straight to
video. It would be just the thing.
Sounds pretty basic. It costs too much. I'm thinking I would like to buy something cheap enough that if I did loose it, I would not be afraid to replace it. Otherwise, I will not use it. I know it.Some day.
Now that we know why one barrel just doesn't always do the job. We give you the vehicle mounted Gatling mini-gun on a vehicle that looks like a normal SUV. Take your kids to soccer in style and give that shit head who just cut you off six thousand brand new assholes.
Let's see just how far we can get before we get pounced.
mmmmmmmm Kitten popper. Momma might have something to say about this.
Chuck sounds like someone who knew his dream and made it happen. Hell of a job.
Taken just before we started erecting the tent. Dizz is next to the
trailer. The Italian woman is in the chair. There are two lanterns
making that big blob of light to the left. The candle that "has a
purpose" is on the ground between the two women.
Click for the full 640x480 pic. The phone that took a better picture
was another $100 at the time we got our phones. Someday.
Short bursts. This weapon doesn't seem to put up with very much before it begins to glow hot. They used to surround the barrel of machine guns with cooled oil to keep this sort of thing from happening. Now, the barrels are just easily replaced.
(That might get me a couple hits)
Thursday evening Nat, Elle and I went out to Faire camp grounds to
help Dizz put up the GP Large. Nothing interesting about that. We did
the same thing last week. Chris and Bree came out. There was another
Italian woman there who apparently was getting married Friday (today).
Chris knows what's going on and is good about keeping focused. It's
nice working with him. "Kelly, stop fucking off and hammer in a stake."
Something like that.
Bree is good natured. She smiles and cracks jokes. She also helps.
It is fun working with her.
The Italian woman helped greatly. I was worried because she
complained about being cold so much. She got up and pitched in without
a word. I like that.
Nat was on the spot even though her back hurt. She aggravated it she
worked so hard. She is not able to run around Faire throwing stuff at
people. She gets paid to do so in the parade. She needs to rest up for
Elle was right there saying "I can help Kelly?" She doesn't quite
have the order of questions down. She is so cute. Elle did hold the
flashlight a couple of times. Good girl. It's funny when she goes to
had someone a flashlight, she ends up shining it right in their eyes,
Dizz is always working it seems. She is a hardy mountain woman. She
over did it a smidge last night.
Satan was there. The same one mentioned in yesterday's blog. He came
over to make sure everything was OK. He already had the shower and
kitchen set up at his camp. Showoff. =]
I drove several stakes. I'm not sure I did a very good job. I'm not
sure I got the angle correct. I'm not sure I didn't bust any of them as
I hammered away. I did like the sparks as they flew. I did get some
aggravations out and it kept me warm. It never fails that some of the
stakes will need to be moved. Sometimes you end up hammering them all
twice and one four times before the tent is in shape.
The corners of the GP Large are coming apart. It turns out the
stress is a bit much for the canvas. The metal rings that hold the
poles to the canvas are coming out of their mounts. It looks bad, but I
bet with some care it can be repaired. It may need to be replaced. I'm
not sure how much effort that is, but it does not look easy. This is
the last weekend for the big tent this year. Next weekend is
Thanksgiving. Many people intend to treat this weekend as last weekend.
The camp grounds are going to be packed.
It was cold and dusty. We had the cars high beams giving us light
along with a couple of lanterns. I also used my MagLight. At one point
I noticed the beam was dimming a bit. It wasn't the bulb or the
batteries. There was an inch of dust on the lens. This must have
happened one of the times the light ended up on the ground. The
disadvantage of a flashlight in general is that has to be handy to be
handy. I still say it was a good purchase. It never fails that there is
just not enough light in all the right places when putting up one of
those tents. I have a head lamp that doesn't work either because I'm
constantly shining it in every one's eyes.
Remember the RV fire from last week? There was a moment last week
where a bubble burst. The fabric of our collective Faire happiness was
There was a moment where I sat behind the car looking at the night
sky. It was freezing and I huddled up looking though a slit between the
hood of my jacket and the neck of the jacket. The sky seemed removed a
bit. There were tons of stars and a large number of planes flying
around. Thee was also a radio tower off to the North. There was a glow
to the South East that was the faire ground. There is a fourth wall
feel between the camp ground and the Faire.. The camp is the camp and
the faire is the faire. Last week when you could see and smell the
smoke from the burning RV climbing the night sky, glowing red on the
bottom, and falling on the camp, it broke the magic for a moment. It
made everything, the whole magic world we have made for ourselves shake
a bit. That monster in the air that was a real fire that could hurt
people. The smell of burning plastic and wood that rammed it down our
throats. For a moment I felt both the magic and the break. It was
strange. Then I watched the sky for a while.
On the way home I asked "Shouldn't we be on the Toll Way by now." We
had been on the Toll Way for like five minutes. Just as the words past
my lips, we past a toll booth. Nat was like "Are you OK?" I was just
plane tired. Elle was of course passed out in the back seat the whole
time. Nat managed to get us home without damage.
We didn't get home until 1:30 or so. I was so out of it that I sat
down to play with the cat for a second, to distract him from running in
to Elle's room while she got ready for bed, and fell asleep against the
wall. I just brushed my teeth, washed up a bit, and went to bed. Got up
in the morning and went to work.
When I got home I noticed the amount of dust on my boots was the
same amount that I normally carry home after a full weekend. This means
the terminal dust load on my boots it achieved within a couple of hours
at least. I bet with farther experimentation, it happens within several
I nearly dropped the coffee pot this morning when I felt a sharp
pain in my upper forearm. The joy of pounding the sledge into the stake
and watching the dust fly, feeling the ground shake was well worth it.
I was worried about typing last night, but that is OK.
It turned out that several people were up late last night. Some
didn't get to bed until 3:00 or so. They were playing video games or
something along those lines. Every one seems to be in good spirits
At noon, it felt like 10:00 or so in the morning. My built in clock
was off all day.
I did break the $10 bill I was saving in my pocket for next
weekend's camping fee. It was a noble cause thought. Cinnamon Pop-Tarts.
We, like every other software development team, use a code
repository software. This means we check out copies of stuff, modify it
and then check it back in. The changes are all zippered together.
Conflicts are noted and handled as they come up. This is the only way
multiple developers can work on a project at the same time with out
things coming to blows on an hourly basis.
Sometimes I have to log in as a functional user ( a non existent user only used for specific tasks ) The couple of times I have to check in some code, I'm supposed to put my name in the check in to make sure we know who committed the change. I cannot get myself to remember. I do not know what the deal is. It must be simple habit. It is not a hard fast rule. It is just a good idea really.
My computer at work has Red Hat Enterprise Workstation 5.0. It has
been up now for 30 days. That means without a reboot. I do everything
on it. I don't hold back. I dare say that a Wincrap box would not have
lasted this long. Especially with only half a gig of RAM to work with.
The machine has slowed down, but not any more than happens around
day three. It won't beat the VMS system at my old job. That server
stayed up over a year without a boot. The performance never wavered. It
sucked start to finish.
Mom, you remember Satan. He was at our wedding.
Yes, they are parked next to our car. They were in the GP large.
When life deals you 40mm high explosive rounds, make a mess of the countryside.
Driving is a privilege, not a right. They don't test intelligence to get a license.
It hurts telling this story. I don't know why. It is something that
happens to me all the time.
This past weekend, I road up to Brookshire Brother's (a small
grocery store near Faire) to get some things for Saturday night. I
think it was honey we were after. When we checked out, we went through
the self check out line. Heath and Byron made it through without
trouble. I was picking up a case of water for Nat and I.
I went through the routine of swiping my product and touching the
screen. When I went to pay I had to lean in and cup my hand around the
little screen to read it. My hat brim hit the screen. I would have
taken it off, but it was helping to shade the screen. This is pretty
normal for me.
The lady behind the counter wanted to come out to help me. Heath and
Byron told her that i was legally blind. She happened to be standing on
Byron's def side. He told the lady that he was legally def. Then Byron
pointed to Heath and said he was legally pregnant. (Hope I'm not giving
up too much info here.). We all chuckled it off as we walked out. I'm
glad to have people around me who can joke about it.
I was able to get through the menu and check out. I wonder what the
lady was thinking at that point.
Not five minutes later, there was a painful situation where I had
ask a convince store clerk to come out from behind the counter to show
me where something was. He was a trooper about it. I told him that I
have bad eye site and thanked him for the extra effort. I was in there
for a while. When I walked out the door, Byron was on his way in to
That is the painful part of the story. Now, for the triumphant bit.
Normally, theses situations are painful. This one was too. I was
able to laugh it off with the help of friends. I was still able to have
a good time the reminder of the weekend. I even had it together enough
to get the tent we borrowed back in the bag. That is a big thing for me
That is the first time I've had two in a row like that and not gone completely off the deep end in to depression. I think it partly having friends near by who understand me. Mostly it is Nat's influence. She has made me stronger.
For some reason, several of the married couples at Safe Haven had
problems or disturbances this weekend. Ken and Jen, Randy and Simone,
and Nat and I all had slightly public spats. Tony and Dizz had a scare,
not a fight. Let's just say, Tony is over seas at the moment.
I just don't know what to do. I'm worried about Nat and I. Yet, I
want to help our friends at the same time. I have to devote all my
strength to our relationship. The others are on their own for the
I have to admit that witnessing how the other couples act around one
another helps me identify when I'm being a numb scull. Speaking of numb
scull, Nat said I was being hard headed Friday night and I bopped
myself on the head with my MagLite. It left quite a goos egg. Every one
asked me if I was OK when I had ice on my head. That felt reassuring.
Faire is a pretty wild place. I've only touched on some of the
goings-on that happen every day out there. It is difficult for a
married couple to stay focused. It has to be done though. I mean, you
can't treat your relationship with kid gloves all the time. All parties
must bot trust the other and be trust worthy themselves.
Saturday evening, we were sitting around the camp fire bullshitting.
A couple of people who have motorcycles hopped on and tore off like
something was wrong. We are all looking at each other. Then someone
runs up to tell ever on that Randolf's shop is on fire. We all raise
our gaze to the South East to find a rising cloud of black smoke rising
from a spot that could very well be That area.
Everyone freaked. Calls started puring in and out. The people in a
camp not far off have a bunch of lights and music playing. They have
the lit up pyramids made from blue translucent canvas and aluminum
scaffolding. They also have one of those propane torches that hot air
balloons use on the top of one of the pyramids that they set off every
so often. They got it cleared by the cops. It was going off during the
fire. That wasn't helping nerves.
Chris made it to the patrons area and called Dizz. It was an RV, not
a shop. No one was hurt. It turns out to be an electrical fire in a
brand new RV, it's maiden voyage as a matter of fact. Hey, the fire
alarm worked. Can you say lawsuit?
Eye witness reports say it went up like a match head. There was
nothing left but a pile of ashes, axles, and a puddle of plastic.
While it was happening, I half expected to see George (Faire owner)
We took Elle this weekend. We stayed in a separate tent from the
young and sexy people. We borrowed a tent to stay in. This is because I
have not been able to get our tent back in the fucking bag it came in.
It is really pissing me off. I did manage to get the tent we borrowed
back in the bag, but that was not the bag it came in. It was an
I just didn't feel comfortable in the big tents if Nat and I were
not camping there. I go in when invited, but I still feel like I am
invading someone's bedroom.
It all boils down to respect. If I don't have a reason to be in the
tent, I don't want to be there. I understand how the nomadic tribes
came up with the whole cut off a hand for steeling. That's all that
came under the tent flap. CHOP!!! Let me tell you, some folks at camp
would like to go back to the old ways. People are tired of shit
disappearing. Dizz was half tempted to set up the other GP Medium for
people to park their motorcycles. That's a bit much really.
The red light on the dash as got to be the traction control. That's the only thing I can think of.
Nat and I went out to the camp grounds Thursday evening to help with the tents. It was fun. I hadn't seen the camp grounds without a bunch of cars, RVs and tents all over the place. It looked pretty in the MagLite, spotlight, and headlight lit forest of wondering shadows. They washed over one another and danced for our amusement every time someone crossed one of the trails of light. It was highly magical. The darkness was not glum. It was an adventure. There are so many lives touched by this patch of mowed farm land. The spirits were out watching us. The moonless forest in the sea of dark surrounding us left us to our tent pitching duties.
We are but one group of people among many. There are families like ours that we do not even know. The village, nay city (we got a Quickie-Mart place out there this year) have a common goal of enjoyment. We are drama queens, metrosexuals, rocket scientists, homeless, doctors, firefighters, cops, homemakers, thieves, teachers, parents, ... rennies ... all.
I road the bus this morning. We were trucking along. We got to
Kirkwood and I thought "Shouldn't we be farther along?" At that moment
I heard the traffic report that said "The light at Westheimer and
Highway 6 is out ..." We had passed through that intersection only
minutes before and I didn't even realize it. How cool is that?
Nat has to go through the same intersection later so I sent her a text. I got in about ten minutes later than I normally get in. That made me exactly one hour early. I like getting in early It takes some of the stress off the morning.
Some things are better left to the imagination. Some times the dream is better than reality. Sometimes it is better to let go of what you know and let a little bit of bliss in.
Santa Clause .
The Sun stands still and the Earth moves.
How many people died before doctors figured out to wash their hands and instruments between patients?
Daemons are as real as angles.
Your dreams cost.
It takes work to be free.
Freedom is not anarchy.
Some things are worth dying for.
Some things are worth killing for.
McDonald's is just another fast food place. They are simply good at it.
There is nothing between us and space but air.
Mom and Dad are regular people.
There is no perfect song.
Free software will never out perform pay software because of the need to blame people for your mistakes.
Some of the most beautiful dusks are pollution enhanced.
A bear is just a big fuzzy pig.
Raising kids is hard, scary, painful, rewarding, wonderful.
Peace is not the opposite of war. Loosing is.
No matter how good you are at something, there is someone better standing in the wings.
The light goes off in the fridge when you close the door.
If no one looses, no one wins.
Sex is not the end all-be all of existence, until you are not getting any.
You get more energy when you eat food with less energy in it.
A dark, cold, snowy, forest can be heaven or hell on Earth.
A hand to hold, a full belly, a warm dry place to sleep. Priorities.
The most important thing to figure out in life is what is really important.
I think my feet are getting bigger. I have two older pare of shoes
that fit just fine a couple years ago. They are too small now. They are
both 10 ½. Normally I ware 10 ½ in shoes and 11 in boots. My toes hit
the front now. What the hell?
People tell me I'm nuts. Your feet don't keep growing, right? Maybe the shoes shrunk over the years.
Not a train wreck, but tells you how my work day felt.
It's Nat and my Anniversary. Light posting.
I'm sick. I frigging hate this. It hasn't gotten in my lungs yet. I
stopped this time and went straight to the doctor on the first cough.
I'm leaking and oozing all over the place.
The whole family got checked out. Nat hasn't been feeling very well.
Elle spent the weekend with Bill. Nat and i went to Faire. Chris (Jade)
was feeling like crap Sunday night. I don't think we all have the same
thing. Nat and I both drank an all natural fruit drink that said it had
plenty of Vitiman C. It gave us both the shits. Nat felt bad most of
the next day. I recovered prety quickly.
Sunday evening was highly dusty. Nat and I both helped take down the
GP large tent. We got stuck late because of the traffic out of Faire.
Today I stayed home from Work because I have a bad cough. Did the
doctor thing. Paid a fortune for prescriptions. Now I dog tired and
broke. I'm not sure I'll make it back out to Faire. I just plane can't
Written Friday 2007-11-02
We are going to have a light Christmas this year. We are broke. We have huge bills to pay. Folks better be happy with a card. It is all over the news that retailers expect slow movement. I saw Christmas lights and specials up at Sam's last night.
Nat and I are not going to have any more money next month that we do
this month. We are going to have all the same bills. We are still going
to be broke. We just have to put our collective foot down and say that
we are not going to participate in the madness.
For a Pagan, Nat goes crazy over Christmas. I've noticed that about
Pagans. They like Christmas. Christmas is based on a bunch of collaged
Pagan holidays and rituals.
I say that Christmas has not much to do about gift giving. The idea
is nice. People seem happy to decorate and make a whole season out of
Christmas. It has become so commercialized that I just can't take it
Don't get me wrong. I remember opening presents Christmas morning
and playing myself to sleep that evening. Those are great deep colorful
memories that I cherish. Maybe we should have a kids get a gift day or
Tradition aside, Christmas is about worshiping Jesus and thinking
God for the savior. People justify the gift giving by saying it
represents the gifts given by the three wise men.
I rant about this every year. I kick off my Christmas rant earlier
every year. Funny that.
Can't say they don't know how to party in Australia.
nose dived plummeted tanked
fell 350 points or so today. People blame oil prices. It is the
realization that we are in a recession. Joe on the street frigging
knows it. I know it. People who are out of work know it. People getting
thrown out of their house know it. The only people who don't know it
are the 'experts'. Perhaps they are afraid to say it.
The big discussion at lunch today was that too many of the people
getting thrown out of their house should have known better that they
were getting in over their head. I'm not so sure. I was asked if I
wanted some kind of funny loan. I said no. I got a fare interest rate
for the day I asked. I got pretty fare terms that day too. I may have
gotten in a bit deep. If anything happens to or finances, we are done
for. I prey that does not happen. I prey to hit the lottery. Why not?
Nearly everyone I speak to on the subject just assumes things are
going to get worse before they get better.
Do you suppose anyone will learn the lesson of don't bite off more
than you can chew? Maybe. Then, the next generation of idiots comes
down the pike. Do you suppose the brokers who packaged these things up
knew they were selling crap? Do you suppose the banks all over the
world knew they were buying crap? Do you suppose any one who sold these
loans to individuals might have stretched the truth while passing them
out like cookies?
Not on even money. Not a one.