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|Thursday, June 10th, 2010|
In town for the Canadian GP. Navigating is a bit interesting when noone in the car knows how to read or speak French; the road signs, contrary to what some of us had heard, are not bilingual.
Thank goodness for Google maps on my iPhone.
|Sunday, November 15th, 2009|
Standard thing on the one hand where I don't feel like talking about myself because I automatically assume I'm boring. Blah blah psychological explanation for that, whatever.
So since my last post I moved out to an apartment in Waukesha (in August) and got a motorcycle (last month) which I'm fixing up. Living on my own is far less stressing than living with my parents, but I still see them as I'm still working for my dad. Signed up for a gym and have been going three days a week... too early to see differences but I feel better.
I don't know. Same old mental problems holding me back from doing stuff but on the other hand... steps forwards. Money's a little tight but I get by and have enough to do some fun stuff.
|Monday, June 15th, 2009|
|Wednesday, February 11th, 2009|
|On operating systems.
So, I've been a longtime user of Windows 2k... since I first swapped over from 98SE back at the turn of the decade, up until November when I found I couldn't get Fallout 3 to work under it. I'd dabbled with RH or Slack once years ago (never got a GUI working) and Mandrake another time when I had a severe hard drive crash, but in the end I couldn't run the software that was important to me, so it ended up a shortlived experiment. Most of my stuff worked, but no games, and didn't at the time see any major advantages, so I went back. At the time it seemed like something oriented towards programmers than people like me; users, perhaps advanced users, but without dedicated programming experience.
Then in January I got a Dell netbook... cute little thing and, because of the cost and in the spirit of experimentation I ordered it with Ubuntu instead of XP. And you know... did everything I needed it to, nice and painlessly. So I'd been mulling over things... heck for quite a while. My "big" laptop uses an A64, with 32bit WinXP, which seemed silly to me, and it's not like I played games on it. So when I accidentally infected it, I proceeded to get all my important files off of it and installed Ubuntu 8.10. And, you know what? It just worked. No screwing around with finding drivers off the internet or troubleshooting why stuff doesn't work or the rest... install it, let it update, reboot, voila.
... and then I messed up my desktop. Careless and stupid of me; yeah, let's run something off of the files I got off my laptop. Doy. I virus scanned the drives but... XP wouldn't work after that. And I could have reinstalled but... felt like taking a gamble.
Long story short, in the course of a couple hours last night, I got x64 Ubuntu installed on my desktop, got Wine setup, and EVE Online and some of my other Windows-only tools working. No muss, no fuss. It didn't have the codecs to play some of my videos, but it realized this and then... downloaded them.
No sitting and staring at a terminal trying to figure out what arcane unfamiliar commands to use to configure stuff, no writing code to get something to work right, no scouring the internet for the right drivers, no hunting around for twelve codec packages to make everything work right, no prodding directx to install the right version to make my crap work.
I think I'm convinced this time.
|Tuesday, December 30th, 2008|
So. Been meaning to write this for a bit, but only now got around to it. Reasoning may not be completely sound, but bear with me.
So I've been operating for most of my life on the assumption that I'm just not generally very good. Not very smart in fact, or capable, or interesting. Except... well, I forget exactly what caused me to start thinking about it, but what if that's not the case? For example the 'not interesting' part of it would really only be true if people who were talking to me on a regular basis either had very bad taste or were just humoring me... and over a small sample set that might be possible, but over a large enough sample it's statistically improbable. And there's various bits of evidence to attack other parts of the assumption, up until where if I separate these ideas... this evidence, this assumption... from myself, it looks pretty implausible as a whole. But I 'know' it's true.
... but what if it isn't? What if, and this is just a hypothesis, I'm actually fairly awesome?
Mind, it still just doesn't seem like it could be right, but what evidence I have, if I look at it dispassionately...
|Tuesday, December 16th, 2008|
So short term I'm going to keep using the stationary bike; yes, going to find somewhere with a pool too though, because that's a more than worthwhile concept. I just also found that if I move my desk chair and pull the bike thing up to my monitor and put on a DVD... I'm just dumb enough to forget that I'm, you know, exercising. So watched two episodes of Last Exile, then paused and wondered why my legs are tired.
No I'm not making that up.
I may have to reexamine the "eat less" concept however. Hungry...
|Saturday, December 13th, 2008|
Well what the hell, why not post about this. I decided as one of those things to try to do to get in better shape and lose some weight (not that I'm horribly body-conscious or anything, but I do have some extra pounds I wouldn't mind seeing gone) I'd try to start getting exercise again. So a while back I dragged a stationary bike up to my office and have been working on it.
The problem comes... how do I put this. Oh yeah. God, I forgot how much this sucks. There's this fine little edge I have to ride (pun not intended) before my lungs stop working, which I can do... but then what? I know it takes persistence and everything, but last time I couldn't really tell much difference after three-four months of keeping at it daily for 30-45 minutes or so. Heart rate at some ungodly high number the whole time, occasionally breaking a sweat, sure. But I heard that at some point it stops feeling like ass, and it never did.
Don't know, ideas or something? As it stands, it's going to fall to my willpower to do devote something like an hour a day to doing something I don't like and in fact is somewhere between being sore and hurting... for no benefit I can convince myself of other than on an intellectual basis.
|Why hello thar.
It's been some absolutely godawful-long time since I posted on this. So I thought I would. A "hey, this is what's going on in my life" sort of thing.
So I finally, finally graduated back in May. For real, with a diploma and everything. But unfortunately, the job market is... the way it is. Stupid economy. Something like 300 or so job applications out, 4 callbacks and one interview. So I'm still applying for "real" jobs, but in the mean time I'm doing consulting work for my dad's company. Part time, but the pay is decent; cost is passed on to the lawyers and such who hire him so it's all good.
I haven't mentioned it at all in here, but I've taken up playing EVE Online. LOL internet spaceships and all. It's quite fun; there's a lot of depth in the game itself; a lot like a good tactical/strategy game, plus I've fallen in with a bunch of RPers and found other interesting people as well. I'm still working on cars and stuff; now that I have an actual income it allows me to do fewer... fiscally-derived shortcuts, let's say. I got a TIG welder for my birthday back in April with is awesome.
On the personal side; well, there isn't a heck of a lot of one to be honest. Part of it's me and part of it's where I live, regrettably. I recently decided to not be depressed and angsty about this, which sounds totally bizarre when I say it. "I'm going to decide to feel some other way" as if I can just decide what emotions on any given day. But I did, so there it is. I still need to change things, meet more people and all the rest... but that'll come eventually.
I guess that's going to be it for a brief catching up. I've been tending to operate under the assumption that my life isn't too interesting, that people don't want to hear my thoughts and stuff... but, you know... isn't that kind of a self-defeating mindset anyhoo? So I'm going to be trying to use this more.
|Thursday, January 17th, 2008|
So, uh... evidently my aunt is dying, basically of cirrosis of the liver. 3-6 months or something.
|Wednesday, November 21st, 2007|
|Sunday, November 11th, 2007|
|Wednesday, November 7th, 2007|
|Not related to anything, but...
This is actually from a forum I'm on. Thought it hilarious though.
In his book, "Sled Driver", SR-71 Blackbird pilot Brian Shul writes: "I'll always remember a certain radio exchange that occurred one day as Walt (my back-seater) and I were screaming across Southern California 13 miles high. We were monitoring various radio transmissions from other aircraft as we entered Los Angeles airspace. Though they didn't really control us, they did monitor our movement across their scope.
I heard a Cessna ask for a readout of its ground speed."90 knots" Center replied. Moments later, a Twin Beech required the same. "120 knots," Center answered. We weren't the only ones proud of our ground speed that day as almost instantly an F-18 smugly transmitted, "Ah, Center, Dusty 52 requests ground speed readout." There was a slight pause, then the response, "525 knots on the ground, Dusty." Another silent pause.
As I was thinking to myself how ripe a situation this was, I heard a familiar click of a radio transmission coming from my back-seater. It was at that precise moment I realized Walt and I had become a real crew, for we were both thinking in unison. "Center, Aspen 20, you got a ground speed readout for us?" There was a longer than normal pause.... "Aspen, I show 1,742 knots" (That's about 2004.658 mph who don't know)
No further inquiries were heard on that frequency.
In another famous SR-71 story, Los Angeles Center reported receiving a request for clearance to FL 600 (60,000ft). The incredulous controller, with some disdain in his voice, asked, "How do you plan to get up to 60,000 feet?
The pilot (obviously a sled driver), responded, "We don't plan to go up to it; we plan to go down to it." He was cleared.
The pilot was sitting in his seat and pulled out a .38 revolver. He placed it on top of the instrument panel, and then asked the navigator,
"Do you know what I use this for?"
The navigator replied timidly, "No, what's it for?" The pilot responded, "I use this on navigators who get me lost!"
The navigator proceeded to pull out a .45 and place it on his chart table.
The pilot asked, "What's that for?" "To be honest sir," the navigator replied, "I'll know we're lost before you will."
|Friday, June 8th, 2007|
Heh, first thing I entered in there.
|Wednesday, April 11th, 2007|
... so it's snowing. Quite hard in fact. Evidently not as hard as Chicago and whatnot, but still.
Springtime in the midwest...
Duhr. Modem -> switch is unsat; the modem does the whole DHCP thing, but only gives out one (internet accessible) address. Thus the need for routers, which have fucking NAT.
*edit* Actually, it doesn't do DHCP either.
Yeah... this is the first conn we've had that'll hook to anything other than a dedicated PC, and it's been a long-assed time since my networking classes. Go ahead and laugh, it's okay.
|Tuesday, April 10th, 2007|
|Sunday, March 18th, 2007|
So, whee, going down to Georgia tomorrow to help my dad pack up to move back here. Probably won't be back until next weekendish, and won't have an internet connection other than leeching off of his (soon to be former) workplace.
Just in case anyone starts wondering where I am.
|Friday, March 16th, 2007|
So, my mom heard from the vet. She (Catyote) had food in her stomach, wasn't stressed and there was no signs she'd been attacked or anything. Enlarged heart; evidently a freak thing approximating a heart attack. He said that it would have been quick, relatively painless, and that there was nothing we could have done.
She was a good cat.
So one of my cats died today. She was fine last night, and then this morning my mom found her lying in the middle of the room, dead. No idea what happened.
|Thursday, February 15th, 2007|
|Obligatory Feb 14th post.
So, I suppose I really should post more often, or something, but nothing too much of note is going on in my life. For those of you who know what this means, I ordered some aluminum U-bends to make into a peripheral port intake manifold; a likewise built 12A will be going into my daily driver RX-7. For those of you who don't, yay, car stuff.
I'm in the job hunting stage of things, and have been submitting resumes to all sorts of motorsports and other engineering companies. None of whom seem to have the common courtesy to let me know one way or the other about anything, grr.
And as for whatever you want to call that one holiday; Valentines Day or Singles Awareness Day or WTF-ever... bugger it. I know, gosh, I should be all depressed or whatnot by being single and having no romantic prospects, and in truth it'd be nice to have people to hang out with. However, I came to the conclusion a while back that I'm probably best off staying single. To stereotype bmyself, it leaves more money and time for car stuff, and in all seriousness the last few attempts at being otherwise turned into unholy messes. So to hell with it; giving up on the whole idea means I don't have to worry about it, which seems to make me rather happier.