I'm moving to Norway.
It wasn't me. You can't prove anything.
Things I've learned being home sick.
I'm feeling much better. I checked work email and nothing. That worries me. I don't know if I should go ahead and wonder out to Faire or not. I mean, what if this is just the intro and the real whammy is headed my way?
Sometimes things are very important to us. Some things come and go
and no one cares. Some things have false worth. I do not really
need
anything made of gold or diamonds. I do not need anything that
regulated and made precious by someone for the sake of making something
precious. I just don't.
Everything living dies. Nothing lasts. Even gold has a half life, it
is just a very long time. Every molecule and atom will eventually decay
in to something else. Change is the only thing guaranteed. Well, maybe
not. Once you are dead, you are dead. No changing that.
Sometimes I mishandle my priorities. I take some things as precious,
when I should not. I suppose every one does this. However, because I
believe that all things are temporary, when I really want something to
be precious, I push it away. I've done this all my life. I need to find
balance. I need to understand that I can hold on to things for a while.
Yes, everything changes. Everyone and living thing will eventually
leave you if you do not leave them first. It is important to know this
and understand that it is the time spent together that never goes away.
This comes from reading Slaughterhouse Five.
Yesterday evening I chose to walk home on top of the canal across
Westheimer from our house. It took longer, but I was able to walk down
the other side and get out of all the traffic. I could hear the traffic
just fine. It was not as treturous walking on the inside of the bank as
it was on the outside. There are things to watch out for, don't get me
wrong. The bank slopes in a lumpy fashion. It was clearly built in
stages.
There is a huge aria to walk on inside. More in some cases than on
the outside. The last bit of the bank before the water is extremely
steep and dangerous, so I keep my distance. Once you fell in, you would
have a difficult time getting out on your own. I remember walking over
and looking at the water when we moved in. The water was higher and
didn't look very deep. I'm glad I learned that lesson long ago. It
turns out a foot in from where the water was at that time, it just
drops more than five or eight feet.
It is a bit private over there and a bit scary because you could get
mugged and no one on the street would be able to hear you haller or see
anything. That goes for falling in the water too. I let myself picture
camping back there and wonder if any one from the road would notice. If
you kept the light down and had no fire, I doubt any one would know
until they crossed the hill. It reminded me of a time when my family
camped on the beach. It turns out that was a very dangerous thing
to
do. We were blessed and didn't even know it.
This morning I walked on the very top of the bank. I could see in to
the area I had walked the previous evening. It was still dark and the
fog on top of the water was very thick. It was flowing in the breeze.
It had waves and spikes moving like marching ghosts. None of this is
visible from th erode. I felt just a bit privileged. My jeans are
soaked because all that fog means a ton of moisture in the grass, which
is about half way knee high.
My boots soaked through this morning. I swapped to my work shoes,
but my pant legs are still wet. They will be for quite some time.
Normally, they do not dry until after lunch at least.
Now I want to get back up there early in the morning to take some
night shots. Not sure I have the equipment to capture the marching
ghosts. Worth a try.
I had wondered why one particular part of the road always had fog
before the rest of the area. Well, while walking on the top of the
bank, I noticed that area drops about a foot or two overall. That is
good to know. If the fog over flows right there first, so will any
water should it come to that.
The fog had a different affect. It almost hid the fact that there is an area of water in the middle at all. I imagined someone running from the cops and taking off over the top of the bank from Westheimer. If their lights only briefly flashed past the level of the fog, they might be fooled in to thinking the ground was solid as their headlights continued down to the bank right in front of them. Then, the water might be hidden from sight because of high grass for just a second. That might be long enough for someone to cross it and plunge in o the water if they are in a great hurry. I shined my Maglite across the fog a couple times and it seemed feasible. Funny what you think of when walking in the cold clear, wet morning.
I couldn't pop a wheelie. I couldn't ride in a straight line. I could barely get both wheels off the ground on a simple jump.
I have a very low tolerance for broken operating systems these days.
If a machine is broke and I can't figure out what is wrong in like half
an hour, I rebuild it. Today, I had a box that would not boot all the
way in Linux. The first error that I got was something about the
inability to mount local file systems. I checked the fstab, I
booted
in Knoppix and ran fsck. It found something small, but not the problem.
I messed with some other settings. The machine took ages because of
redundant BIOS bits.
By the way, my spell checker saw the word 'fsck' (file system check
program in Linux) and promptly suggested the word 'fuck'. We are
dealing with reality I suppose. It is a word and has a proper spelling.
I'm trying to think what this is a symptom of.
None really hit the nail on the head. I think it was the best thing
to do in this case to be honest. That error is at the root of OS.
I
could boot in level 1 (the most basic machine level). Level 2 and
anything above would blow a gasket. I could mount the OS and the
root
(/) from anywhere except when booting Linux. When I tried an upgrade
option, the installer for Red Hat told me the system had not shut down
properly, even out of run level 1, which did shut down properly, but
must not have thrown some switch somewhere that says "Hey, I shut down
properly. Don't freak out."
We are finally getting to the point of automating this setup
business. There was not even a real written document when I started. I
managed that. Jake came along and automated several steps. The only
trouble is one script does not fit all. It is a complex process to set
things up on a network these days. I remember when it was Net/BIOS and
an Ethernet driver.
Both the Linux (completely redone) and Windows (not touched) worked
when I was done.
Then came a Windows 2003 server. I couldn't get the NIC working to
save my life. Twice the recovery failed. I installed Windows from the
top. No NIC. Can't figure out the name of the motherboard without
tarring the box apart. Guess what I get to do in the morning.
A couple of videos of cops knocking the snot out of people acting like idiots on motorcycles.
Mongo road an elephant at Faire for the first time just today. Glad this came after the fact.
Work was nuts Friday. Isn't it nuts every day? I'm not sure. I block
it out when I go home and recall it when I get back to work. I find
that things go more smoothly doing this. I took off early Friday
afternoon. I had worked some extra and no one was really waiting on
more for things. All my test boxes had been stolen by people. The one
thing I was working on had hours of work left on it before I got to a
good place. So, I took off.
Nat and I showed up Friday evening to a new and disproved camp site.
Only the large was there and a bunch of land pimples. We ended up in
Diz's tent. We need a new tent I think. Several pieces to it are
missing. The large was not in it's normal place. We were just to the
East. It threw off the entire weekend. Fair started implementing an old
rule that requires people to show their tickets before being aloud to
camp. It was a bit annoying, but worth it. It keeps some of the
carloads of people looking for drugs and to steel shit out of the
campsites. Well, or the most part.
We set up. I walked around the grounds once. We ate a bite from
somewhere. The rest of the evening is a blur. People came in and out of
the tent. We had some great talks of thing that have happened and some
things that need to happen. Plans for next season, next week, next day.
All blurred together. It was great.
I ended up not warring garb. I still had a ball. I'm tired of warring the same outfit every time. I need to get some more cloths. nothing outlandish. Just some variety.
Went in Took a million pictures. Ken, Johny and Breanne were messing with people big time. Johny and Ken would round around and kidnap women from their group and ransom them off to th\e crowd. It was all in fun. Most every one took it in stride with a smile. Couple of serious concerned faces. Goodness it was fun.
Monica, Nat's mom, caught me and said hi for part of the two hours she gets to enjoy all of Faire. She works and only gets some time off while the haunted house retools for the more adult oriented show on the latter half of Halloween weekend. I feel quite important.
Saturday evening Was Friday evening all over again. The drum play outside the large attracted some jerks, but they were dealt with. More great conversations. My blog came up in conversation. Love that. We laughed at the pictures we all took.
Fell out of bed. Declared that I was not going in, nor was I going
to hurry taring down camp. I sat around, ate breakfast, got the car
packed, was ready to snooze the afternoon away, and a bunch of friends
of mine showed up at Faire and wanted to go play. So, I went in waring
regular cloths for the second day in a row. There is a reason I do not
go in on Sundays. I get tired quickly and basically waste a ticket.
That happened again today except I did have fun with some work buddies.
No pictures. Remember, I had packed the car already.
We went back to camp and entertained the neighboring group while
tarring down the Large. We had more fun today than we have ever had
before in my experience taking down a tent. We laughed and made
references to cartoons and music. We told stories of past adventures
among the group.
Off to bed. Showered and clean. Now we pass out and deal with the
means of paying for Faire.
I always wondered how the shopping carts got so messed up. I mean, they are tubular framed cages for god's sake.
These have got to be contractors. The radio chatter just doesn't sound military enough. The names at the end are a bit hinky as well.
I remember some 100% civilian member of congress giving some person who represented Halliburton a trainload of shit about abandoning a truck that had a flat tire. Well, here is why you just might want to abandon a vehicle with a flat tire in a combat zone.
Came home, ate and tried to find some stuff I'm going to need for work. I got basically nothing done. I might have mowed or done something constructive. I can't keep my eyes open.
A motorcyclist who posted footage of himself on YouTube performing "lunatic and grossly irresponsible manoeuvres" at up to 130mph was today jailed today.
Sandor Ferenci, 28, performed wheelies, skids and raced on the opposite side of the road around Banbury, Oxfordshire, and then put the footage on the video-sharing website.
Ferenci, a carer, then inadvertently spilt the beans to police ab More..out the YouTube footage after being reported by a member of the public who saw him performing wheelies and other stunts on his Yamaha R6 bike on the A422 Banbury to Brackley road on June 10 this year.
When officers called at his home after the complaint, and before they had a chance to say anything to him, Ferenci asked them: \u201cIs this about the YouTube video?\u201d Police then discovered that he had posted the video clips of himself on the internet.
The footage, which was played to the court, had been filmed by a friend from various angles including from a footbridge. It shows the bike performing wheelies, wheelspins and skids, causing the tyres to smoke, the bike undertaking other vehicles and driving at excessive speed.
Brian Payne, prosecuting, said it was impossible to attribute an exact speed at which Ferenci was driving, but police have estimated he may have reached up to 130mph.
Judge Terence Maher - disqualifying Ferenci from driving for two years at Oxford Crown Court and ordering him to take an extended driving test before he is allowed on the road again - told Ferenci that he had carried out \u201clunatic and grossly irresponsible manoeuvres at considerable speed\u201d.
Sgt Bryan Smith, of Thames Valley Police, said: "It's important to qualify that we are talking about public roads and they are there as a transport network, not a race track or show ground.
"It's incredibly dangerous. A trophy video has been used on the internet and it could incite other road users to behave in the same way."
We spoke of this video today at teatime. The big boss brought it up. Hope it's the correct video. It lead to a brief mention of the blog and a long discussion of jerks who have no regard for human life.
This hole is on the north of Westheimer. I cross the street now to
avoid the mud pit that is a construction area that will soon be a set
of apartments. I tried to use my walking stick as a scale. I have no
idea what is in the hole so I could have electrocuted myself in the
third picture. Didn't Think of that until I saw the picture. The first
picture will tell you how frigging dark it is early in the morning. The
cover is next to the hole. I tried picking it up to move it, but it is
either heavy or the grass is holding it in place. This thing is right
next to the road, but hard to spot unless you are looking for it.
Imagine if a hole like this were in the middle of the road. It would be
fixed in fifteen minutes.
I am going to forget about this hole at some point and break my
neck. I just know it.
I forgot how good a movie Hopscotch is. It was made in 1980. It was all cloak and daggers then. Now it is all bits and bites. There was something so much more romantic about the old way of spying. That is why most new movies about spying are about the good old days. That and the freedom of Information act.
It would be so nice to be this good at evading the best efforts of
society to get one's aim. It would be nice to have the knowledge to get
away with it. To make it look easy. To laugh a bit along the way and to
get the girl. I'm a very minor cog in a machine just like every one
else I know. It would be nice to be this good. I'm far too loyal to
ever know. To be honest, that is the way I like it. I prefer playing
games that mimic reality to reality itself. I like my games and movies
interesting and my reality boring. That is just me.
I'm at the stage of having removed everything from Firefox. The
jittery videos stuff still happens after the Firefox program has been
up for a long time. The conclusion is that Firefox has a problem. You
must rest it every couple of hours of heavy use. It does not survive
being left on over night. There is a resource allocation problem.
Upping the amount of resources is only a temporary fix. Now the waiting
game begins. Waiting for a better choice to come along or for Firefox
to get their crap together.
Now both fire trucks are wrecked. I remember a buddy of mine who worked in a steel shop working on a fire truck. He said they got to driveit around the parking lot and blow the siran. What had happened was rust and neglect to the body. They should have painted the truck many years ago. Now they were putting in some new brackets and a bunch of flat body panels, then painting everything bright red.
I used to live somewhere that had yellow fire trucks. I don't remember where that was now.
I've read about the religious laws that govern Muslims. I may comprehend why a very few young men would want to go out in a bang feeling like they had done something for a cause larger than themselves. But this guy is probably sober. He has money in a country where even modest amounts of money will get you all kinds of goodies. Then, he acts like this. This is what happens when people consider life and living beings as disposable. Use one up and get another. It is sad.
Keywords:
Sometimes Firefox takes a little half second nap ever about ten or
fifteen seconds. This is annoying on its own, but when playing videos,
it is a pain in the ass.
Click on a Flash video. YouTube, LiveLeak and any number of other
places use these players. I've poked around on the internet and found
that I'm not the only one who has this trouble. No one is doing any
forensics. Here goes.
Not exactly. The problem goes away when you restart Firefox for a
while. This means it is some kind of resource issue. Something gets
tired of holding up its end of the log and shit starts sagging.
So, how do I know it is just restarting Firefox that fixed it?
Because I put FlashBlock and NoScript right back in Firefox. Restarted
and the problem is still gone. Bad news. It would be nice if it had
broken again. That would have told me that one of those two extensions
was the culprit and it would be little effort figuring out which.
I also removed Grease Monkey extension. I have in the back of my
mind that this guy just might be the bad guy. I don't think so because
it is a more rare extension and too many people complain about this
problem.
I have not put Grease Monkey back on the machine. It is time to wait
and continue with my normal hammer of the box until the problem
represents. Then, run without one of the extensions and repeat. Then
run without any extensions and repeat. Then Try a different browser. My
God, this may stop me from using Firefox all together. Switching is not
bad. Hell, I have IE 6 working to a point under Linux. Someone else did
all the leg work, but I installed it and that counts in Windows.
Natalie will get a kick out of this video. It looks like they used one of the many backside projection screens with a computer or video feed played in mirror. I bet all those projectors for sale at Dell and other places have that functionality. You don't even have to modify or play with the video.
The term middle class means you are caught in the middle when things
go
bad.
You are the one left holding the bag.
When things are good, you get too little to move up.
You are the one too rich to
get help and to poor to wait it out.
You are the one who cannot afford
the attorney to enforce your rights.
You hate taking hand outs because
you know it was another middle class person who gave.
You work for your meals and the lazy winers get it for free.
Your kids want the new iPod and you worry about the water bill.
Everything costs more every year and your paycheck stays the same.
You don't have time for poetry.
Suppose that every
day, ten men go out for beer and the bill for all ten comes to $100. If they paid
their bill the way we pay our taxes, it
would go something like this:
The first four men (the poorest) would pay nothing. The fifth would pay $1. The sixth would pay $3. The seventh would pay $7. The eighth would pay $12. The ninth would pay $18. The tenth man (the richest) would pay $59. So, that’s what they decided to do.
The ten men drank in the bar every day and seemed quite happy with the arrangement, until one day, the owner threw them a curve. “Since you are all such good customers,” he
said, “I’m going to reduce the
cost of your daily beer by $20.”Drinks for the ten now cost just $80.
The group still wanted to pay their bill the way we pay our taxes so the first four men were unaffected. They would still drink for free. But what about the other six men? The real paying customers? How could they divide the $20 windfall so that everyone would get his ‘fair share?’ They realized that $20 divided by six is
$3.33. But if they subtracted
that from everybody’s share, then the fifth man and the sixth man would
each end up being paid to drink his beer. So, the bar owner suggested
that it would be fair to reduce each man’s bill by roughly the same
amount, and he proceeded to work out the amounts each should pay.
And so: The fifth man, like the first four, now paid nothing (100% savings). The sixth now paid $2 instead of $3 (33%savings). The seventh now pay $5 instead of $7 (28%savings). The eighth now paid $9 instead of $12 (25% savings). The ninth now paid $14 instead of $18 (22% savings). The tenth now paid $49 instead of $59 (16% savings). Each of the six was better off than before. And the first four continued to drink for free. But once outside the restaurant, the men began to compare their savings. “I only got a dollar out of the $20,”declared the sixth man. He pointed to the tenth man,” but he got $10!” “Yeah, that’s right,” exclaimed the fifth man. ”I only saved a dollar, too. It’s unfair that he got ten t imes m ore than I!” “That’s
true!!” shouted the seventh man. ”Why should he get $10 back when I
got only two? The wealthy get all the breaks!”
“Wait a minute,” yelled the first four men in unison. ”We didn’t get anything at all. The system exploits the poor!” The nine
men surrounded the tenth and beat him up.
The next night the tenth man didn’t show up for drinks, so the nine sat down and had beers without him. But when it came time to pay the bill, they discovered something important. They didn’t have enough money between all of them for even half of the bill! And that, boys and girls, journalists and college professors, is how our tax system works. The people who pay the highest taxes get the most benefit from a tax reduction. Tax them too much, attack them for being wealthy, and they just may not show up anymore. In fact, they might start drinking overseas where the atmosphere is somewhat friendlier. David R. Kamerschen, Ph.D. Professor of Economics University of Georgia For those who understand, no explanation is needed. For those who do not understand, no explanation is possible. Bottoms up! |
I love simplified examples like this. It makes you think. It makes
me even more upset about people saying "Where is my tax break?" when
they don't pay any frigging taxes in the first place. Wonder why the
rich flea Europe? Wonder why shakes in the middle east only visit
Europe and the U. S. and don't take up residence?
I found this bit of wisdone here.
Keywords: TRF, Texas Renaissance
Festival, drugs, fight, camping, partition, drum circle
It pored rain last night. The ground was very wet on the way in. I
crossed Westheimer to avoid the constructions site. The strategy seems
to have worked. Though wet, boots are pretty much wearable. I wore my
flashlight around my neck because it was dark. In the mornings, the
West bound lanes are far more empty than the East bound lanes. I can
walk in the street for much of my trip.
The rain is supposed to stop before the weekend. That is a
good thing. Faire is up again this weekend. We plan on going. It will
be muddy, but manageable or so it sounds right now. It requires a bit
more planning. I still cannot find my pouch. I have no idea where it
is. I looked this morning, but nothing so far.
Nat was on a forum discussing Fair and things that happen at Faire.
People were pissed that a fight broke out at the drum circle. People
were pissed at all the infants (sarcasm) looking for drugs or offering
drugs all over the place. Underage drinking came up. It started in to a
"I've been camping longer than you." one-up competition.
The word petition came up. I hate to say it, but the guy who owns
Faire is all about the money. If camping becomes a headache, he will
just say "Go camp somewhere else." and we will all be out on our asses.
I suggest taking a more laid back approach and start calling the cops
on people who offer you drugs. It is all a sorted web.
There are seventy acres of camping at TRF. There are usually two
cops on duty. The closest emergency room is something like thirty miles
away. There are a bunch of drunk East Texas red-necks walking around
int kilts who have nothing to loose,. There are ravers who want the
next thrill, even if that is getting the piss knocked out of them by a
gang of red-necks. There are a million teenagers who are rebelling
against their middle class parents. They want to get drunk, laid, not
pay any consequences, boys and girls. There are predators of every
variety.
It is not the cops fault. They do a great job out there. It is not a
fault of Faire. They provide grounds and security. It is not the
patrons. They show up and have a good time. Most people agree on the
definition of showing up. It is the term 'good time' that causes
conflict.
It is just people. It is dark. It is smoky. There are camp fires all
over the place. Most people are in tents that are sprinkled over the
grounds higgldy-piggldy. People might invite you in for a drink or a
bit to eat or just to rap for a while. There are people from all over
the world. Rich. Broke. Republican. Democrat. Every Religion and a
couple made up on the way there. There are new people and there are old
timers. There are some wonderful friends. There is an endless supply of
wanderers. Up to this year there was some amazing barbecue.
If anything happens to camping, I guarantee we will cut our attendance back to one or two weekends a year. We might indeed find another place, time and reason to camp. It will not be as good or even close to the same experience. here is hoping that the wonder does not end for a few jerks who think they are something special.
Something I've learned about Prophecies Is either no one remembers
them, or they are self fulfilling.
According to The Book of Revelations the anti-Christ is: The anti-Christ will be a man, in his 40's, of MUSLIM descent, who will deceive the nations with persuasive language, and have a MASSIVE Christ-like appeal....the prophecy says that people will flock to him and he will promise false hope and world peace, and when he is in power, will destroy everything.. Do we recognize this description?? |
Got this in an email today. It is one interpretation of the book of
Revelations. I think the best answer is Osama bin Laden. I wonder who
it would have best fit ten years ago. One hundred years ago. A thousand
years ago.
Define 'everything'. Am I correct when I say that Islam did not
exist when this book of the bible was written? What is the wording of
the book?
All my friends who are cops, beware. Even the innocuous civilian might turn on you, or in this case put it in the wrong gear on you.
Only a few snapshots. No cool pictures. I would have to get pictures from other folks to get the good ones. Enjoy.
Sunday morning one of the young couples was about to put in their contacts. They are one of the good couples. That is, they fit. They make a cute couple. They even use the same contact solution.
They use the hydrogen peroxide stuff that has to sit for six hours to devolve. I've heard it works well and I would use it too if I wore my contacts every day.
Both their little containers got knocked over and the fluid did not
work properly. One of them put in the first contact and it burned like
fire. I had some regular contact fluid, even though I cannot ware my
contacts at Faire any more. The dust is just nuts. Most people can get
away with it with a bit of care. Some folks put their contacts in at
home before they come out and do no take them off until they go home
again. That is an option for some I suppose.
So many people ware glasses of the modern variety at Faire for just
this reason. For non-participants it goes pretty unnoticed. People who
work there seem to find ways around it.
My feet hurt to the point that it worries me. One of the early signs
of diabetes is foot pain. The soles of my feet start to hurt if I stand
in one place too long. My ankles start to hurt if I sit for too long.
My knees start to hurt if I lay funny, or sit Indian style. Indian
style sitting is for the young. My feet may go numb if my pants are too
tight when I sit Indian style.
Standing around is what kills me. Walking is not so bad, but I have
to go at a pretty good pace. The walk of death (from camp to the front
gate and back) feels good if it is not too hot. By the time I get back
to camp, I'm ready to sit down, but feel better.
Hopefully I just need some new insoles on my boots.
I had no idea my newly acquired wood splitting knowledge from Ike
would come in handy so soon.
I was passed out in the large after walking Faire on Saturday
afternoon when I hear this thump thump thump noise coming from our
camp. Accompanied by cussing. Manic "Die! die! Die!" cussing. I stumble
from the air mattress and the oven of a tent, stumble to the
court
yard between the pit (kitchen trailer) and the GP large. Shawn
and
Tim are there pounding on a single piece of wood. The wood looks
like it has put up quite a fight. They have been hitting it with an ax
for twenty minutes.
I would love to say that I split that sucker in one swipe. It took
me a dozen. I used the ax to make a slit on the grain. Then Used the
wedge and sledge to split th wood. Their trouble was they had the log
on the ground. When They hit it, it just bounced. I set it on a high
dry spot and leaned it up against a large log. No one cuts logs flat
enough with chainsaws to sit them up on edge so you can split them.
Nat said she was proud of me. <smiles> Thanks Dad for the
instruction.
I'm very distracted by taking pictures. I left the real camera at
home this weekend. I will take the real camera to Faire this season if
I can. I do so enjoy snapping pictures up there. The snaps from this
past weekend are just that. Snapshots. Nothing special. I had to modify
some of the pictures to get contrast. Some look a bit cartoonish. They
are better now than they were before. The smoke and dust were so thick
that the flash lit up the floating particulates better than the subject.
Every one else got the good pictures. I lugged the camera around and
only got normal snaps. I missed Heath sleeping on the cooler for
one.
Oh, well. Next weekend.
TRF added a feature. It is a climbing wall in the shape of a castle tower. That is too cool. The only trouble is, I want to go up in the tower and take some frigging pictures. Alas, it is hallow with no way to get up the middle. They could have put a spiral stair case up that thing and charged people to take pictures. BAH!!!!
My friend is a camera man on one of the news 13 helicopters. He told me all about it This past weekend at Faire. I just walked over and asked him to talk to me out of the blue. He told me about the vacation he and his wife are headed for this week. He told me about cool opportunities he is working on and he told me about his new job at Channel 13 flying in one of the helicopters operating the cameras. He seemed to really enjoy it. He described some of the nuances of 95% boredom and 4% exhilarating excitement and 1% terror. He didn't put numbers on it. I made those up.
Lord Phoenix was not on board the chopper that crashed Monday.
He took a bunch of our wedding pictures. He is a just plane cool guy. His wife is nuts, but he likes her just the way she is. The rest of us do too.
I get news alerts at work because I don't have internet and the radio doesn't work worth a darn. I don't have time for it anyway. I get the following email.
Channel 13 Helicopter Crashes In Woods
Followed by the this in short order.
Pilot, Photographer Die In News Helicopter CrashRight after the first mail, I called a couple friends trying to get
hold of Phoenix because I do not have his number. I forgot to get it at
Faire. I got a call back from Johnny who said he got hold of Phoenix.
Things were good. He had been at work, but on the ground taking care of
things there.
Anyway, "whew!!"
What do you get when you mix Mountain Dew and Perrier? Probably Fresca. I've never tried it.
Before Faire
This morning was beautiful as far as the weather goes. The traffic
was civil. I'm hitting the dark walk in again. During Summer I keep in
the light time of the morning. As Fall comes on, I walk in the dark
more and more. It is perfectly natural. honestly, I prefer the
dark
because the glare is lower and people have their lights on. This makes
the vehicles much easer for me to see.
This morning someone honked at me. I have to say it is the most
present honk I've had in years. It was a proper use of a horn. As I
approached the corner of a dark intersection, I had my head down
because there is no sidewalk and the ground is rough. There is no
light, so I have to concentrate. Now, I always and I mean always stop
at the corner and look for people turning right before I continue
across the street. I even heard a vehicle coming. I had planned to stop
and look with both eyes, I just hadn't yet.
The vehicle coming up on my left tapped their horn. I went
ahead
and stopped to look. It was a pickup towing a huge trailer. They were
turning right and probably noticed that I was both looking down and
warring earphones. They thought that if anything did happen, they would
not be able maneuver their vehicle in an emergency manor and wanted to
warn me of this fact.
Proper use of horn. I didn't think to shoot them a thumbs up or even smile or react in any way other than a sleep drone commute stare. I wish I could let them know that I appreciate their effort.
Nat and I got in the car and headed north on the beltway to Fair on
Friday evening. We pulled in. Nat had run up to the camp grounds
earlier to drop off some stuff and start setting up. I really don't
think she got anything done that she couldn't have done after I got off
work. It worries me that she insisted on running up there and spending
the gas.
We pulled in to camp, parked and unloaded. I remember schmoozing for
a bit, have ing a drink or two and meeting some people who I am
supposed to know, but have no clue who they are. I knew some people
would not bee there and was sad, but happy for those who did make it
out.
The tents go up like popcorn. I had my Friday night walk. I go
around the back all the way against the back of the big camping area.
There are four if memory serves. There is a new road this year that
lets people cross a ditch to get to the back forty. Some folks got
stuck last year. Or was it the year before? The new road almost threw
me off.
I got to bed. That is, I listened to several people talk for a long
time while I dropped off. That is fun in a way. People know you are
there, but don't seem to care. We camped in Tony and Diz's tent. Thanks
by the way.
Friday night brought hotdogs and chicken off the grill. This year,
the contribute or go hungry rule is being enforced more vigorously. It
is about time. Heath and Nicki Have been footing far too much of the
burden.
Got u up in a good mood. Didn't have breakfast until late. I got in
a bad mood. I think it was something as simple as Nat asking me to
carry her keys. That was just a little too much responsibility for me
at that moment.
We went in to Faire and walked the place like four times. Nat
stopped by her old employer and found that she may work again this
year. We shall see. We went to Sherwood. Nat hadn't been there in a
while. I had an apple turnover with ice cream. Man, that hit the spot.
Nat's Mom's work is not accessible like it used to be. I wonder if that
was by design. I'm sure it was. I'm glad if it was.
I ended up tuckering out early and heading back to camp for a nap in
the heat. I don't remember when. I wasn't the only one. Scary how old
the camp is getting.
I took a bunch of pictures Saturday evening. They all sucked. The
eat if you contributed rule was enforced with a higher volume Saturday
night. Nat parked on the stack of coolers in front of the pit. More
people than I have ever seen showed up at the fire for a drum circle.
Some girl danced in her underwear with a flaming hullo-hoop. That was a
new one.
I tried to go to bed, but the group was sitting on our bed. The
moment I fessed up that I wanted to go to bed they moved and let me.
Again, I lay there and listened.
This morning (Sunday), we all awoke to some prick revving his engine
and racing down the road in front of all the tents. It was the only
sound. The cops seem to know this guy. We got breakfast and
decided not to go in. We took nearly the entire morning packing
up and shooting the shit with friends. The camp ground cleared out
except for people staying until Monday morning. There were more than
the normal amount of people staying to Monday because of Columbus day.
What a frigging stupid holiday. We need one day for all famous people.
We got home, emptied the car. ... Oh, Here we are. I'm passing on
putting the pictures on the net tonight. I worked on them for a while
and ran out of gas. I need to look at my Twitter and email notes that I
sent myself to blog more later.
I'm dog tired and sunburned from Faire this weekend. Please forgive. I'll get pictures up ASAP. Unloaded the car and took a shower. More gory details to come.
I always thought Kari Byron was cute. This video does not harm that cuteness one bit. She took one for the team.
Sometimes regulation is all kinds of bad. At some point in the early
nineties, our government voted in something they thought was wort
while. A bill came along that said something to the effect "banks have
to lend to minorities in order to boost minority ownership of private
housing." This is really bad. Not that it has anything to do with
minorities. It has to do with a mandate that says banks have to lend to
people who may not be able to afford to pay the money back.
The real trouble is that the rules cannot be written to say anything
like "People who are a minority get a lower interest rate." or
"Minorities get a discount." This is considered not politically
correct. This is why the term Affirmative Action has fallen from favor.
People who do not qualify for the discounts scream bloody murder.
Rightly in my opinion. Politicians say something like "There needs to
be a sense of balance." In other words, "We need to hide the
fact that
some people get a break and some don't." Now, even the banks do
not
know which loans are bad.
Bankers complied. They had little choice. Instead of just handing
out money to some people so the banks could turn a prophet on others,
the brilliant bankers came up with plans that let people get in to a
house and hope to heaven the buyers would be able to refinance the loan
after the bank sold off the debt to someone else. This is where Fanny
and Freddy come in. Fanny and Freddy ended up getting stuck with most
of the bad and many of the good loans. Remember, we don't know which
are which any more. Fanny and Freddy can't sell anything off because no
one is buying.
This is not so much a case of too much regulation. This is a
case of really horrible mandates for the purposes of political
correctness that cause far more damage than they fix. The purpose of
business is to make money. Any time you inject something that is not
fit for that purpose, you are throwing a wrench in to the machine.
Some highly intelligent person figured all of this out and said we need to insure all this stuff so when it all goes bely up someone will get stuck with the bill. See earlier post.
My aunt Judy and uncle Ron were in town this evening. Nat, Elle and
I joined my parents in having a meal at Mom's Cafe. Elle hadn't felt
good all day. She was a trouper and a very good girl all evening. We
ended up moving out from under a hyper ceiling fan. Not until after the
sun was through shining in my eye through a mirror no less. That is the
sun over my mother's right ear in the picture below.
Hey, who cares. We had fun catching up. Hadn't seen aunt and uncle
since the wedding. I thought the meatloaf was good. I brought home some
fried squash. Life is good.
Keywords: ironman,
targeting, animated gif GIMP
I made a poor attempt at building an animated GIF of Ironman
targeting a bunch of bad guys behind human shields. Just for grins and
giggles mind you. I used GIMP. It worked more or less. The frames are
in as much order as I could get them.