Have a Good Jump Mr. Knievel!

It's a sad day for a boy who grew up watching Evel Knievel jump over buses, fountains, and and an attempt at a gorge in the 70's and 80's.

Mr. Knievel was 69, and was as much a rock star as a superhero to me. He was a true bad ass, and my eyes are a bit misty just remembering the old days. Godspeed Evel!

I'm certifiable

I spent the bigger part of the week in a class learning about security methodologies. I'm now NSA IAM/IEM certified, which means that I've learned a good methodology for undertaking INFOSEC assessments and evaluations.

It was one of the better classes that I've taken for the INFOSEC part of my career.

On another tact, wii got a Wii recently. My arm is sore from playing baseball with the little guy, and it's a lot of fun. Can't wait for some new games for Christmas.

RSVP, Dumbass

Planning a party is sometimes fun. (Even for a 5 year old's birthday.)

Presents are picked, a location is (finally) settled on, and invitations are sent. An email address and an omni-present cell phone number are included - with a request to RSVP.

What's the etymology of the acronym R.S.V.P.? Well, Wiktionary has this to say:

From French, Répondez s'il vous plaît In France.

Simply translated to English, even Texan, it means "Hey dumbass, tell me if you're bringing your spawn to the freaking party or not, or I might not give them or your gimlet ass anything to eat or drink if you show up without letting me know. Oh yeah, don't call me 30 minutes before the party, asking if you can bring three siblings of your little darling - as their father can't watch them because the big game is on and you know, he likes him some beers."

Somehow, I doubt that my definition will make into any "Miss Manners" type books.

The main reason for the RSVP request is so I can forecast the amount of pizza to buy. I don't want to have 6 pies standing by, getting cold to have 3 kids and 3 adults show up. I loves me some pizza, but the fridge won't hold 5 pies.

I'm sure it's going to either be feast or famine. 4 kids will show, or 17. I'm booked for 10. So probably more will show up and I'll end up coughing up $10 per head additional to get them admitted to the place, and will run out of food in 5 minutes.

I just hope the little guy has fun.

Tis the season

Allergy season, that is. Ragweed is rampant in the Central Texas area, and everybody in the family is feeling it one way or another except for the cat.

I spent the day getting ready for tomorrow. What's happening tomorrow you might ask? Go ahead... ask.

Not much. Taking kidlet to a birthday party and an expo put on by the Texas Parks & Wildlife Department. I had to do a lot in prep however. About 2 weeks ago, crossing a railroad track on Duval street near Mopac, I somehow destroyed the right front tire on my Batmobile. Knowing that those tires are as hard to come by as a virgin at UT, I was expecting to have to shell out about a buck fifty each for new front shoes. Ended up that Tire Rack had them online, for $79 each. I got 2. Had one mounted last week, for $28 at a place that a friend guaranteed me wouldn't charge more than $7.

NTB does it for anybody for $11.50. *Shrug*

I got my tires done, oil changed, car aligned - after NTB said that my car wasn't "alignable" I drove a block to Sears who did it.

I'm going to be getting up now in 7 hours to go out in the sun, wearing my Austin Bass Fishing T-shirt, to see what kind of outdoorsy mischief I can find... Then take mini-me to the bday party at the mini-golf place. Yay. I hope they serve beer there.

Mmmmmm... beeeeeeer.

More Old Skool

I remember when Doom came out -- wow. I got the demo - that allowed a user to play one level, and was hooked. My buddy Ed and I would both play almost all night long, then talk about the game after classes at Del Mar College.

I'd been playing it for about a month - mostly all late nights, when I realized that the game was affecting my brain. I was walking down the hallway at the Del Mar Business Building - where 90% of my classes were taught. I came to a corner, and rather than just casually negotiating the turn, and continuing on to whatever mundane location I was going to, I stopped, leaned my head out and checked for monsters. I was shocked. It's like the sort of realization one might have if they found themselves on a blustery afternoon, and realize they are standing in the bedroom wearing women's underwear. (Unless you are actually of the womanly persuasion. That's probably not as funny as it seemed in my head a second ago.)

Finally, Ed and I were eating lunch one day and I came clean. (Not about transvestitism!) I told him about checking for monsters around the corners and he was shocked! He was doing the same thing!!! Ah, symbiosis. I didn't feel quite so bad or abnormal any more. (Not like either one of us was or is so normal.)

I don't play many games these days. The rigors of work, home life and a nearly 5 year old make it impractical. I don't really miss it - hell, I'm sleepy at 9pm. The pressure of getting up and going to work are a bit different from the choice I made of never having a class before 10am. When I do play, it's usually a benign strategy game, like something from the Command and Conquer genre, or my latest, jigsaw puzzles online. How boring. Nothing like a giant monster coming screaming at you through the CRT, blood dripping from its fangs, making a sound through the headphones that makes you want to scream and run and causes you to pee a little.

Ah, good times.

Old School Nerds

I was reminiscing the other day - the way that old men do... (I turned 40 in July) My nostalgia trip took me to computers. Remembering my first computer - a Franklin PC compatible thing with dual 360K floppy drives and a CGA "color" monitor. No mouse, no modem, no Ethernet NIC... No Internet. How boring. It was an 8088, with 512K of RAM. I learned to use DOS 3.3, and could make that OS sing.

Eventually, I BOUGHT a new computer -- a 386sx with a VGA monitor, and the upgrading began.

I used to read a magazine called Computer Shopper, which I don't think exists any more. It was the ultimate computer magazine for hobbyists. It was about 2" thick, and was about 40 pages of articles and about 400 pages of ads from computer companies that sold either complete systems or parts. Oh, what parts!

It was like being a kid with the Sears Wish Book - I recall poring over the newsprint pages, dog-earing the pages of companies where I could get something for $4 less than some other place. It was crazy - ordering parts from 7 different companies and then (before being able to track shipments online) trying to be patient whilst waiting for the packages to arrive.

You could tell what was going on if I was walking down the hall with "Shopper" tucked under my arm. Somebody'd better light a match.

I remember buying used a 1200 baud modem to get online on BBS's. Paid probably $100 for it. Nothing like the screech of the modem as you connected up at a blazing 12oo baud. Eventually, I ended up running a BBS called "The Circuit Board" in Corpus Christi, Tx. Max speed 14.4kbps, running on a Practical Peripherals modem. Ah, good times. I learned to program a bit in C, got the source code and modded the board to meet my needs. I had fun with it for a few years, until it turned into a job, at which point, I stopped doing it. Most of my users ended up being little 15 year old anarchists and people looking to leech porn pics, which I didn't offer up on the BBS.

The hobbyist in me began to die out, and I wanted to actually use my computer without having to wait for a BBS user to hang up. There was that wonderful F9 key that simulated line noise and dropped the connection.

Eventually, when I was attending classes at Texas A&M Corpus Christi, (or it may have been Corpus Christi State University at the time) I was given a shell account on a DEC Alpha, and the ability to get on the internet. Oh. My. God. What a cornucopia of access that presented to me. I learned to use Lynx to "surf" the web. All in Text. I thought that was so ultimately cool.

I would someday like to present Lynx to a "power" user here at work and see what they can do with it. I was really intrigued by this new "net" thingy. I guess this is before I knew it was the intarwebs.

Not sure what the first time I encountered a true graphical web browser was, but it was at work - using Netscape, and Chameleon TCP/IP on probably a Windows For Workgroups machine. How fun. It took 2 of us to get it to work. We didn't know ANYTHING about TCP/IP - being a Novell shop. If it were IPX or SPX, it would have taken me 4 minutes. We had a fractional T-1 running at 56K. It was SO FAST. When I left we had a 10 meg pipe.

-more later-

Me from Springfield.

Sad / Happy

One of my nephews, Brian is moving with his wife, Taylor to Chicago. Home of da Cubs and da Bears.

Even though I only see them a couple of times a year, it has always been comforting that they lived here in town. I'm going to miss them. They are a very bohemian pair, and I really respect that they are their own people. They had a very cool wedding - the first one that I ever took photos of - at the French Legation in Austin. I've enjoyed seeing them at various venues where Brian's band played.

I wish upon them maximum happiness, and hope that they can find the place they need to be. It's with sadness that they are going, but I admire their spirit, and it makes me happy that they are willing to embark on an adventure.

So to Brian and Taylor - I salute you and wish you a great adventure!

Yay

I finally got to go fishing yesterday. I got maybe 10 minutes of fishing between 2 different lakes. Frapping rain.

Weather woes

DAMN. More rain.

The day after my 40th birthday, a day scheduled off for a day of fishing, and I get up to find that the rain is coming down again. Shit. A low pressure system is stalled over Central Texas AGAIN. What the hell? Is this what it's like to live in Seattle? The only "rain gear" I have is a battered golf umbrella stashed in my trunk.

As soon as Academy opens, I'm going up to buy a rain poncho, and I'm going fishing. I don't give a crap if it rains, I don't give a good shit if I get wet. I have put aside fishing for about 2 months now for this shit, and I'm TIRED of it. Most of the lakes around here are closed because of the high water levels and debris in the water.

Nothing funny to write. I'm just trying to keep the cussing to a minimum. On a fun note, yesterday being my birthday and all, we went shooting which was muchly fun. I started getting back in the groove a bit, compensating for some "off" sights on my pistol, and putting together some decent groupings for not having shot in about 3 years. Next time, I'm going to rent an M-4 (M-16) for 8 bucks plus the cost of ammo. I can't wait.

The Classics

I've taken a keen interest in making sure my 4.75 year old clone is exposed to the classics. I think that it's very critical in any child's life to make sure they have a good education and that includes watching cartoons that were my favorites when I was growin' up in South Texas.

I was in the kitchen cooking, and 2.0 was in the living room watching Boom - a cartoon channel that shows oldies but goodies. Tom & Jerry was on, all pretty innocuous, right? Cartoon on cartoon animal violence never hurt anybody, right?

I am not paying micromanagement level attention, and then I hear the song "How Dry I Am." 2.0 is in the other room, laughing at the way the cat was walking after drinking out of the jug marked "XXX." So what MGM presented to my young-un is a cat getting shit-faced, then being chased by a VERY stereotypical black woman. We're talking "Mammy" from Gone With the Wind.

I seriously doubt that anybody outside of Trey Parker and Matt Stone could create such a cartoon these days. People would be shocked. I guess it all comes down to being from a different time and place.

Oh well, back to watching cartoons with him while dinner cooks. I keep saying "Oh, I love this one!"

PS: nothing like explaining to him why Droopy's fleas were smoking cigarettes.

Wii are not amused

I'm not a gamer. Or a gomer as my keyboard wants me to type.

Yesterday, I thought "hey, on the way home, I'll swing by Worst Purchase and pick up a Nintendo Wii." Yeah, a likely thought. The young gentleman who is barely shaving scoffed at me like I was a naive schoolgirl asking for tickets to see the Beatles on their first invasion tour of America. "Uh, they sell out in like, minutes." Ok dude. Sorry to harsh on your buzz.

I said "Ok, well that doesn't make any sense - the hype should be over -- the Wii has been out for months." And was told that they only get 4 or 5 units a week. Ok, I began wondering, just how hard is this quest going to be? I thought it would be simple to just get online and order one, and that would be that. Sheah, right, and monkeys might fly out of my butt.

I might have better luck getting an Iphone. Yes, I spelled it incorrectly, as a direct slap in the face of any jerk-off who put his life on hold for X days to stand in a queue (yeah, said like a Brit) to get one of these shiny, pretty little things. Are we monkeys? Are we so dazzled by shiny bits of technology that we are willing to stand in line for DAYS to get one? Excuse me, waiter, I'd like a break.

Maybe instead of getting my son a Wii to play with, I'll start him off with a .22 caliber rifle. I bet it'd be a WHOLE LOT more fun... (Maybe not for his mom) and he'd get street cred at the daycare. By the time he's 10, he'd have a whole arsenal at his disposal. Instead of going to WallyWorld to buy the latest game, he and I could try out hand-loading of armor piercing ammunition.

I bet if he ever went postal -- nobody in the media could ever claim that it was because he was addicted to video games.

"Unthinkable"

I heard this term the other day in a teaser for a news story on the radio. "And in a few minutes, a story that involves the unthinkable."

Ok, I have a very vivid imagination. I can conceptualize nearly anything. Don't taunt me with an absolute like "unthinkable." Of course, it got the creative gears turning. What could the story be about? Cannibalism? Nah. Something to do with a kid being hurt by a loved one? Probably. It's unconscionable, but not unthinkable. I don't choose to think about it because it makes me so angry and sad. Of course, I never heard the story, but the term stuck in my mind.

Fast forward about 2 days. Some muscle head "professional" wrestler kills his wife, son, and then himself somewhere around Atlanta. I simply can't fathom what could make a father kill his own son. I'm saddened by this. If he would have killed himself, and left the others alone, it would be sad, but by a factor of 10 less than the situation as it stands.

This is the sort of thing - that just thinking about it makes me want to leave the office, go to my son's daycare and pick him up, hug him, and come back to work.

Maybe it is unthinkable. Simply because I won't let myself.

Oooohhh... HDTV

I recently bought a device called the Pinnacle PCTV-HD Pro. It's a USB stick that you attach to your computer, and an antenna or cable to the other side of the stick and you can watch TV on your laptop. Not just any TV, HIGH DEFINITION TV.

I've been avoiding HDTV for a few years. It was too expensive. WAY too expensive. Well, last night I watched the last game of the NBA finals on a laptop - in high def. First, I'm not a basketball fan. You could go so far as saying that I dislike basketball. The ONLY reason I watched was not that San Antonio was playing and they are a semi-home-team for Austin, but because it was the only feed on that was HD at the time. (Doctor Who was on PBS, but in standard def. Yech.) I mean, why watch something that is cerebral, that I love, nicely acted by Christopher Eccleston, when I could watch a bunch of sweaty mans run back and forth a wooden floor chasing an orange ball.

I am now totally engrossed in HDTV. As Mike Myers as Wayne Campbell in the movie Wayne's World said, "It will be mine, oh yes, it will be mine." I'm only afraid that now HD will become my Moby Dick, my holy grail, my obsession.

First off, I have to build a mental justification model for the upgrade. My experience over the last 20 years in the IT industry gives me great comparison models to use. "It's like EGA versus VGA" and "It's going to reduce eye strain" (That one is used to justify the purchase of LCD monitors to replace CRTs.)

I suppose that since my truck will be paid off next month that I cannot allow myself to spend the $481 per month that I'm not paying for it on things like, oh I don't know, paying off credit card debt, and instead will go into debt for a new TV and an upgrade to DISH network.

Well, I gotta save this post now and go check the Circuit City and Best Buy webpages.

Neighborhood Ninnies

I was going to use the name of a former Neo-Fascist group popularized in the 30's and 40's in Germany, but I don't think I want to go that far.

Friday, I got a letter from the Municipal Utility District that provides water and trash service for my neighborhood. In the envelop was a photograph of my house. In that image, you can see my trashcan, and slightly tall grass - maybe 1" longer than normal, and a WET driveway. The date on the photo was 5/31/07. It had rained 6 out of 10 previous days, including a very hard rain on the 28th. Yeah, I'm going to mow wet grass. NOT. Now to call and yell @ them, if they are still in the office.

Soapy Woes

Man if there's one thing that I can't stand, it's when you're in the shower and you pick up the bar of soap, and it snaps in half, giving you 2 half soap bars. They remind me of those ridiculous little soaps that my mother used to have at home - that you were never to use, because they were "fancy" and they smelled of lavender or some such bull-tacos.

This post is inspired by Scott Adams Dilbert Blog: http://dilbertblog.typepad.com/the_dilbert_blog/2007/06/for_the_love_of.html

Of course, his entry is far more entertaining, as he is a far funnier guy than me.

New way to distract me

You SHOULD be able to IM me with this little widget. Maybe it works, maybe not. I hope I'm not sending you a virus.

A strange omen

I have no doubt that my kidlet will travel a similar path to me, although, I figure he will have moments of ethical dilemma... This is a 4 year old normal male child who is firmly ensconced on the couch in the living room, watching the movie Wargames. He LIKES it. I'm sitting there picking apart the technical details, mainly how every key stroke on a computer makes a beeping sound as one types.

My favorite line so far is from the 2 tech guys at the company David visits near the beginning of the movie: "Mister Potato Head! Mister Potato Head! Remember you told me to tell you when you were acting 'rudely and insensitively'? Remember that? You're doing it right now."

What a great movie... a true blast from the past. I also love how the monitors have fluorescent lighting around them. Tres cool.

Back to the kid. Here is the timeline:

• Has own computer - already has one.
• Compiles a kernel - age 6
• Finds a vulnerability - age 8
• Does "something" interesting - age 9
• Becomes a person of interest to FBI, CIA, NSA - age 10.

I guess I should start saving for the lawyer expenses.

The Littlest Geek

Yesterday afternoon, the little guy and I were flipping channels, and he said "Hey, what's that?!" and I realized he was talking about a show on Discovery Science Channel about Mars. He's a space geek!!! YAY! There's another one in the family.

Ooops

I accidentally won an auction tonight on eBay. Well, I guess in a few days I'll be the proud owner of a brand new Pflueger Supreme 8040MG spinning reel, replete with gold accents and 10 bearings and various other bits of bling. Woot!

I bid on a lark, after watching about 12 of these puppies go for around retail price for a week - and I actually lucked out and got a brand new one for 30 bucks under retail, and if I figure in taxes, I'll still be saving around 30 bucks.

Oh, I wonder if I could "accidentally" buy a 42" LCD HDTV and have it installed sometime next week, or maybe a 18'6" boat and have it accidentally left in the garage...

Go Forth, and Do... Important Stuff

I think it's time for me to weigh in on the war in Iraq. My position on this issue has changed significantly in the past year. What happened you ask? I read a book. A very important book. It's called Chasing Ghosts. Click on that for a link to Amazon.com to purchase it. The book is written by Paul Rieckhoff, a former US Army platoon leader in Iraq. I read the book straight through - I couldn't stop reading. Essentially, this Iraq thing is another bureaucratic cluster-f%#!, not unlike our expeditions to the beautiful far east in the 60's and 70's.

Why don't we take the Billions of dollars that we are spending... nay, wasting in Iraq, and do some Important Stuff? Finish the space station. Go to Mars. Improve the lives of those in the US who live in abject poverty. Fund NPR and PBS. (My love of exploration and science makes me wonder if we would have bases on the moon had it not been for the Vietnam war sucking away so much money from the US coffers.)

I know that the war in Iraq has put us in an intractable situation - we are damned if we stay and damned if we pull out. The only thing I know for sure is our damned "leaders" are damned for what they have done. There is far too much corruption in government, whether that be corruption in the way of taking bribes and kickbacks, to basic moral corruption. Since when does it not mean anything to just "do the right thing" all of the time?

I'm a big history buff. I believe that in World War II the U.S. did the right thing - at least most of the time. Our motives were good. I'm proud of all of the soldiers and sailors and Marines that served and especially of those who gave their lives. World War II was a case where fighting and dying was for the greater good of the entire world. Can we say that about Iraq? I'm so angry every time I hear about a soldier being killed - no matter which side they are on. We are all somebody's son or daughter, father or mother, brother, sister, aunt, uncle, cousin or friend. I can't see the moral imperative that brought us to this point where people are being sacrificed.

All that said, I don't know what the answers are. There are simply people that will never get along and try to kill each other because they believe in a different deity that nobody has ever even seen. Some of them just believe a bit differently about the same deity. Why is it that the great forces of religion that teach peace and love always lead humans to destroy each other?

I think what happened in India in the 40's when Pakistan came to be might be a good pattern for others to follow. If you don't like the religious affiliation of those around you, MOVE. Go somewhere else. And quit picking on each other like 4th graders. Just leave each other the hell alone, and pray to whatever or whoever you want, but like I tell those around me - I don't care what your religious beliefs are, but just don't spill any of it on my shoes. I believe what I believe, and don't have a problem with your particular thing - just keep it to yourself.

Oh yeah, and use some of that Iraq money to help the veterans who are so seriously fucked up from all of the stuff that's happened to them, in this war as well as the last Gulf war, and try to make things right with the thousands of widows and widowers and the children who've lost a parent.

Bravo Zulu Capt. Schirra

CAPT. Walter M. Schirra, USN Ret.
March 12, 1923 - May 3, 2007



High Flight

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee
No 412 squadron, RCAF
Killed 11 December 1941

Aloha

Today, being Good Friday and all, I set out to make it a personally good Friday. I took the day off, and went fishing. The main thing I caught was a medium sunburn - on a nice overcast day, and I DID catch a fish. Just one, but at least it didn't look like a baitfish.

He went back into the water, and swam away none the worse for wear. I may be feeling the effects of this sunburn for a few days. Yech. Oh, the fish is at arm's length. I guess I should have put a ruler up or something - since it looks like King Kong holding a minnow. I think it was about 12" long - weighed maybe a pound and a half. It was fun.

Nearly 40 years old...

Well, the clock broke. Probably because I turned 40 on July 19th, 2007. *Sniff*

I WIN! I WIN!!

Ok, I got up at Oh-dark-thirty on Sunday (and what does the Oh stand for? OH MY GOD IT'S EARLY -- for you movie geeks). I assembled my implements, 4 Diet Dr. Peppers in a cooler, and my mosquito repellent and made for the lake.

It was a fine day, well, not really. It was dark. It wasn't even quite a day yet. Met up with my friend at a local distilled petroleum distributor, and went up to the lake for an orgy of fish catching. Well, not so much of an orgy as an "adolescent clumsy try" at fish catching.

As it turned out the weather was crappy, and I caught the only fish of the day - maybe 15 minutes after arriving and getting all rigged up. The funniest moment was 2 grown men, trying to thread fishing line through the guides on their fishing rods, and very much looking like two old blue hairs trying to jam thread through the wrong end of a sewing needle. Hey! It was fracking dark out there! Note to self: next time park closer to the street light in the parking lot.

My monster fish was as I describe it, a "cute" bass. Not a keeper, I've seen bigger fish in aquariums in normal sized homes. It went back into the lake, to tell it's brethren to avoid the chartreuse glittery worms that look like something Elton John would go fishing with. Still, as I stated above, I caught the only fish of the day, ergo, I win.

Skunked

My main rememberance of the term skunk involved an illegal substance that some of my counterparts in high-school utilized on their off-time. Mine involves something that occurs in my off-time - but nothing illegal. Just depressing.

Since I started back to fishing, I have caught a total of zero fish. Zip, zilch, nada. Nothing to write home about. Nothing at all to write about, yet here, I sit, writing about it. Odd. I have successfully purchased about 3 to the power of 7 different categories of lures, spoons, spinners, crank-baits, buzz-baits, torpedoes, plastic worms, plastic salamanders, weights, hooks, line, poppers, doodads, geehaws and so on.

I know people can catch fish. I've seen it done. I saw a 8 year old boy catch 3 last week. I know he did because he yelled loud enough for half of the county to know. Hell, for that matter, I think I once or twice caught a fish in my innocent youth. I know that Opie from Mayberry used to catch fish on a cane pole with string, a safety pin and a hunk of bread. It CAN be done. I wonder if the IRS will allow me to list my fishing equipment as a loss if I don't catch a fish in 2007? Maybe the government will give me a subsidy for not catching fish the way they pay farmers not to grow crops?

Damn, I'm going to be rich... then I can buy more plastic worms.

Alone along with my thoughts

Nobody else is here in the office - it's Friday afternoon and they have all gone. I'm sitting here, about to explode because of the chore I have to do - enumerate all privileged users on about 130 servers. Yech. I did finally write a macro in Excel to convert "domain admins" into a list of users and insert that into the sheet.

I'm looking forward to this weekend - many things are planned: basketball and gymnastics for my little guy, fishing early on Sunday with a buddy, and then a birthday party for one of Mini-me's peer group at Charles E. Cheese's Pizza Emporium. Maybe I can fit in some domestic chores, it seems that I probably need a front end loader to clean out the garage, and I'll of course need to do laundry, dishes, etc... etc... Man, that stuff really cuts into fishing time.

Obsessive Complusivity

I don't wash my hands 300 times a day, and I don't check the door 34 times to see if it's locked... but I do have an OCD issue that I am aware of: not remembering if I closed the garage door. It's SO annoying. I've been sitting at my desk in the morning at work, and just had a gnawing uncertainty whether I closed the door or not.

Today I was about 1/4 of the way to work, and turned back to go check. I do this usually once or twice a week. Every time, so far, it's been closed.

I think I'm going to install a webcam in my garage - so I can check it and see if the door is indeed closed. Maybe I can do it such that I can check it from the internet access on my cell phone as I'm driving to work fretting about somebody getting into the house and letting my cat escape... the cat who hasn't been outside since I brought her in about 9 years ago.

AHHHHH!!! Did I unplug the iron this morning?!??!???!!?!?

Holy Frijoles

It's been a long long time since I've posted. I'm using a larger font so it appears that there is more content than there actually is.

Nothing much new in the way of news - other than my new hobby - fishing. I've been spending as much of my tax refund on buying stuff as possible. I have a bit to go, but I'm sure I can burn through the rest of it before long. Too bad I can't afford a boat.

Study, study study, ouch. My brain...

I've decided that I need to get my nose to the grind-stone, get down to brass tacks, roll my sleeves up and every other proverbial cliche, and get off my ass and study for the CISSP exam.

I'm driving to work this morning with 1 earbud from my MP3 player jammed into my ear - listening to a CISSP lecture by a SANS instructor with the thickest Brooklyn accent one can imagine. It made my 10 mile, 45 minute commute that averaged about 12 miles per hour bearable.

I'm such a geek though, other people sing along to music on the radio, and I'm shouting answers out and arguing with an .MP3 file on my player. Maybe I should look into the mental health benefits of my health plan. At least I'm not wearing a diaper and driving cross country to attack somebody. (yet)

Welp, I'm feeling better.

Finally recovering from my recent issues - after 2 visits to the doctor, 3 to the pharmacy and several days spent at home, I'm back at work, working hard. Yay!

I have been thinking a lot lately about writing, and I am going to spend some time in the near future working on some articles with my writing partner, but I'd like to do some fiction as well. I guess the first thing I need to do is get the outline of the few stories I have floating around in my brain onto paper (electrons, who writes long-hand these days?)

I finally started doing some study for my CISSP certification. If I am going to take the test in March, I better get my ass into gear and study. I wish I had one of those CIA sleep learning systems like they used to teach spies foreign languages. Probably my luck would be like Homer Simpson's and instead of learning about computer security, I'd have an amazing vocabulary because the CISSP tapes were depleted and they sent me tapes on powerful speech.

Well, as Stewie Griffin would say: "Damn you, you vile retched woman."

Back to work.

OUCH

It hurts!!!!!

Impressive!

I just got back from visiting my nemesis - my family physician. NO, I haven't been taking my blood pressure meds. Huh? Since you made me mad.

I went with trepidation about an issue that I won't go into to protect the squeemish. My doctor said that my condition was "impressive" and then gave me a megadose of medication for it. No, you perv, it's not an STD. Nothing like that, just a run-of-the mill thing.

Ok, back to lunch now.

Been a long time...

Since I ... er, posted on my blog.

Not a whole lot going on these days... just working and stuff. Took off 3 days, and ended up not coming to work for 11. YAY!! Sandwiching in holidays with weekends, and a day of national mourning that I was unfortunately not able to spend sleeping was pretty cool.