I sat across from her, thumbing the new DVD-RW dual mode drive.
“This leaves us with an extra DVD drive, you know.” I said, thinking of Zeb’s machine and the DVD’s he is always trying to get us to watch.
“Oh really…” she said, smiling, obviously in on this conspiracy with me. “We can build a robot!”
Conversations in the control room turned from Choppers, to Monster Garage, then on to the Crocodile Hunter.
The story of him feeding the croc with the baby in one hand, and a chicken in the other.
So I piped up, “That reminds me of a forth of July when I was a kid. I had a lit cigarette in one hand, and a lit firecracker in the other hand and I got confused and threw the cigarette.”
The agreed response was. “You probably shouldn’t tell that story.”
My DNS issues are finally on a track to being recovered.
Even though Register.com is still holding a domain with an erroneous DNS server in it’s information, dotster was able to, IN ONE EMAIL, correct the situation by changing that servers IP.
The same information change, required 3 tickets, and two phone calls to register.com for them only to tell me “Sorry, we can’t do that.”
Man, if register.com were able to do that, they’d still have my $70, for this year.
Since Dotster is half the price, that’s not going to keep me awake at night.
So as the root servers scatter this info to the wind, broken things may start working again.
Zeb has taken to checking out ElfQuest graphic novels from the library.
It warms me to know that he’s turning into a geek.
Daks and I picked him up a graphic novel for his birthday during lunch. I wondered if this was such a good idea.
“Aren’t we setting him up to get beat up in 5th grade?”
“Nah, we’re getting it out of his system early.”
“Ah, so by then he’ll be into ‘Scabs that Never Heal!’?”
“Well, those of us that read Grendel and Spawn didn’t exactly fair much better.”
“Yea…well… when I was his age I was collecting Captain America.”
“…”
“No! It was cool though, that’s when he got fired, and he got all weird, and his job was taken by some guy who was all hopped up on steroids… I mean, he was “AUGMENTED” but it was really Anabolic Steroids.”
“Please never talk to me like I would know a Captain America plot line. I find that offensive that you would do such a thing.”
“Oh man…This is like what happened to my friend Ted. I’m the beta geek. He was in a graphic design class in College, and a guy he didn’t know sat down next to him. Well, Ted was an alpha geek. This other guy was a beta geek. The prof said something, and the beta geek interupted with a really loud non-sequiter “OH! THAT’S LIKE WHEN WARF LEFT THE ENTERPRISE AND WENT TO DEEP SPACE NINE, RIGHT TED?” and Ted looked around and said “Uh… I don’t know what you’re talkin about man.”
So, I was being… That Guy.
<@mw> Scientists at Nasa were cautiously optimistic today after its Mars probe, Spirit Rover, communicated with mission control after a two-day silence.
<@hlprmnky> < spiritRover> ALL THESE ARE YOURS, EXCEPT THE ONE YOU CALL EUROPA. ATTEMPT NO LANDING THERE.
Many of you know, of course, that I’ve been feeding my time to a local radio station. That station is
[95.3 FM - KYRS - Thin Air Community Radio Station - Spokane, WA].
It’s a little 100 Watt jobber, that we’re trying to turn into a vast media empire and aid in the groundswell of political outcry.
Also, it’s a good way to pick up chicks. People can’t see your pot belly on the radio.
Currently you can catch me from 12p-1p on Wednesdays. Right now I’m just playing whatever and whenever. Once I get it up and running though, I plan on spinning the geek rock that you debate/band/chess nerds know you love but won’t admit it.
If you’re not within the 20 Mile radius of 8 miles south of Cheney, you can listen live, via the miracle of the internet.
[Here is a link for you to click that may or may not work.]
It will certainly work if you have winamp installed. If not, plug http://64.62.253.214:8920/listen.pls into your windows/mac/unix sound software of choice (iTunes/Windows Media/Audion/XMMS/MPG123/etc/so on/so forth).
I’m getting reverse spammed.
Some spammer is using an open relay on some other machine. That’s commonplace.
But they’re ALSO using an @insubordinate.net return email address for their spam.
I’m getting a LOT of bounce messages due to this. I’m also a little worried about RBL and such. (RBL is a blacklist software that black lists known spam servers and open relays. There are a few similar services out there.)
Anyone have any advice on how to deal with this, or is it a suffer in silence kind of situation?
So, I ran into an old friend from High School today.
When I say I ran into, I mean, watched them order their lunch, and gave Daks a running internal monologue about the anxiety I had over going over and saying hi.
I used to be in a band with the guy. He looks well. He’s kept himself in shape. If it’s possible, he’s gotten taller. He was a great guy. We drifted apart. Truth be told, I ended up fleeing Washington to Tennessee. I think that was just about the last time I saw him. I went out and saw his band play at a local bar. I even went up and said “hi” then. He only had a couple words for me. Who knows why. Maybe he didn’t want to talk to me. Maybe he was busy with getting his gear packed up, and was uncomfortable being on a stage in a bar.
We all have our internal demons. Maybe he was suffering through his.
I watched him grab his sandwhich and go. Perhaps he saw me, perhaps not.
I was sweating. He was starting to leave. I hollared out, “JOE!”. Immediately I wished I could bite off my tongue to keep the sound from escaping from my mouth. Just let it fall there onto the tile of the food court. Maybe it would flop around a bit, like a hooked trout on the beach.
So that’s what it comes down to. Fear of being rejected. That human dillema. Do you wave to the person you kinda know in the crosswalk? What if they don’t recognize you? What if it wasn’t them? What if they don’t want to see you?
So much bullshit, really.
But there I am, in the food court, arm up in the air.
He didn’t hear me.
My 10 year reunion is this year. I’m not sure if I’m going to go. Daks and I talked about it. Sure there are people who I would want to reconnect with. The question is, do they want to reconnect with me?
Someone on television mentions wedding presents being “Two toasters, and a fondue pot.”
I say:
“You know, in all the times I’ve gotten married, I’ve never gotten a fondue set.”
She says:
“We are not amused.”