I was reading earlier when a memory from a time in junior high popped into my head. Like all kids my friends and I used to do the straw and spitball thing to annoy one another during class and eventually it escalated to shooting at the teachers when they weren't looking.

Of course there is always some punk who takes it beyond the boundary. I remember we had a substitute one time and she was writing something on the blackboard. While she was doing that I shot a kid named Dave in my class with a spitball. I was laughing silently when I looked over at him and he looked back at me. He then held up a sheet of paper and stuffed it in his mouth! I remember thinking "WTF???" and he just smiled with a devilish grin.

I knew I didn't want to be on the receiving end of that HUGE spitball so I quickly scribbled "You Win!" on a piece of paper and surrendered like a Frenchman. He smiled and scribbled a note of his own, then held it up. It read "I can't swallow it, so what now?"

I started laughing again and pointed at the blackboard. The Sub. was still going to town writing something long and boring up there. Dave smiled and gave me a thumbs up. I then turned back towards the board to watch the show. A few seconds later a loud, 'THWAP!' hit the board and just about everyone jumped in their seats! Right near the Sub. was a big white blob sticking to the board! Heheheheheheheh

I don't really remember what happened after that, just that the class all burst out laughing and the Sub. flipped and demanded to know who threw it. No one said a word and the laughter semi-died down. It quickly started up again when the Sub. used a ruler to peel the giant spitball from the blackboard and flip it into a trash can.

Heheheheheh, oh man, those where the days.


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@17:42 EST 3.2.2002 Motorcycle Moments
I was staring at the wall the other day, and all of a sudden a bunch of the wacky things I did when I had a motorcycle popped into my head. As we all know, I like to share, so here we go. Oh yeah, this is by no means a complete list of the shit I did :)

Moment 1
My buddy Dion and I were heading to Belmont Park from his house, and during the ride we started racing eachother. It started when we were making the change from the north/south highway to the east/west highway. As we came off the ramp, he juiced it and I was like "that fucker!" so I sped up to catch him. He started to slow down because of traffic (the fool!) while I just zipped between the cars and kept going! We changed positions a few times because of traffic and I remember looking at my speed, it was close to 100mph usually, and climbing to 120-130mph when there weren't any cars.

After a few miles we came to the off ramp we needed and took it. At the bottom was a traffic signal so we had to wait because it was red. I remember looking over at Dion and giving him the thumbs-up. All of a sudden we both heard some loud talking. I remember thinking, "man someone has their radio on loud!" Then the message became clear, it was "Pull over and shut your bikes off and drop your keys on the ground!" Oh shit!

Dion looked at me, and I looked at him, and then we both looked behind us. It was one of the all black Mustangs the Highway Patrol used. We called them stealth cops because you could never see em coming...bastards! After we saw him we looked at each other again and just shrugged our shoulders.

We then followed his orders and pulled our bikes off the road and put our keys on the ground. At that point he got out of the car and came over to us. He asked us the typical "do you know why I pulled you over?" Dion: "oh man, do I have a taillight out?" Me: "not a clue."

He's like, "well lets put it this way, I heard you guys go racing by just as I got off the highway (me thinking: damn Dion and that loud, but sweet sounding aftermarket pipe!) and I immediately got back on and started pursuit. But after getting up to 140mph I still wasn't gaining on you guys too much." Dion/Me thinking, "no shit, cool!"

He then goes on, "do you guys know how fast you were going?" Me:"I'm not gonna lie to ya sir, probably about 110mph" He's like, "no you guys were doing about 90mph." Dion and I looked at one another again, while the cop went on: "Look if you guys were doing over 100mph I'd have to impound your bikes and arrest ya, so how about you admit to 90mph and take these tickets." (wasn't a question, definitely a statement)

So he started writing up the tickets and we started having a friendly chat with the guy. Of course Dion always pushes things, so he asks "Dude, if we decided to run, which one of us would you have gone after?" (Me thinking: dude shut the fuck up!) The cop just laughed and shook his head.

Moment 2
Another time I was racing with Dion down the highway heading to a party. We came to a crossover ramp from the north/south highway to the east/west highway. And once again that bastard shot off like a rocket! I saw him lean the bike over on it's left side and stick his knee out. Since he had a faster bike I knew I had to beat him in the turn and get a better drive once we got on the main highway again.

So I dropped down a gear and took off after him, and was able to get close to him and slide my bike under his to take the inside of the turn. We were so close at this point, I could lift my right foot a bit and tap him on his left elbow (which I didn't). The bad thing was, if my bike lost traction and crashed, since I was on the inside I would have taken him down with me.

I remember glancing over just as he noticed me that close and his eyes going wide! Heheheh, poor bastard I thought he would shit himself. I forgot to mention we were doing about 70mph at this point. So if we had gone down, we would have bounced back and forth off the walls of the crossover ramp quite a few times before coming to a halt. So anyway, he freaks seeing me come under him with only a few inches to spare and taps his brakes and drifts a bit wide. All I remember thinking, was "so long sucker!" and getting on the gas some more since I now had some breathing room.

By the time the turn was ending, I still had good momentum to help me accelerate once we hit the straight, while Dion screwed himself by tapping the brake a bit. So once we hit the straight I juiced it to 100+mph to try to leave him in the dust. But then we came up to the off ramp we needed and I had to slow down :( At the party we talked about it and had some good laughs. Dion was like "Dude, what the fuck, you surprised me! I glanced over and was like 'Oh shit!' and tapped my brake and then kicked myself for doing that!"

Heheheheh, sucker.

Moment 3
A guy I knew bought a ZX10 motorcycle and at the time it was released it was the fastest bike you could get off a showroom floor. It topped out at 185mph! I remember bugging him everyday to let me take it for a spin. He wasn't too keen on the idea because I had a reputation as a crasher...all lies I tell ya! ;)

So one day he relented and tossed me the keys. Sucker. I promised I would behave and just take it down the strip and back...no highway or top speed tests. First thing I noticed getting on the bike was that it was FUCKIN HUGE! So I got this pig fired up and outta Belmont Park where we hung out and heading down the strip.

I figured I would take it easy since the bike wasn't as light and nimble as mine. So I thought oh well, just try to pick up some chicks. This was back when California didn't have helmet laws so it was pretty fun cruising the strip on a bike. Nothing really happened until I was on my way back to Belmont Park. I was sitting at the light which had just changed to red when some guys pulled up next to me in the other lane to wait also. The guy looks at the bike then at me, and says "Dude, you gonna punch it?" Me: "nah, it's not my bike...but ah shit why not, watch this!"

So the light turns green and I punch it! I was expecting a huge wheelie or something, but the bike just accelerrates HARD, and I'm holding on for fear the thing is gonna shoot me off the back! The road kinda curves a bit to the next light so I turn the handlebars and they just swing loose! I'm like 'fuck the steering is broken and I'm shooting down the road with no way to turn!!!! FUUUUUUCKK!'

I then calm down a split second later and just lean a bit to my left and the bike moves in that direction (god I love bikes for that) and at the same time ease up on the throttle. I then feel a little bump through the handlebars and realize I've been riding a tiny wheelie the whole way...hehehe, I'm so stupid! So I stop at the next light because it turned red and that pickup stops beside me again.

The guys in the truck are like "DUDE THAT WAS FUCKIN SWEET!" I look at em and nonchalantly say "yeah it was O K, nothing special." Then the light turned green and I took the left into Belmont Park and gave the bike back. I noticed that my hands were still kinda shaking from the adrenaline rush...god I love bikes!

Moment 4
I was riding home through Balboa Park by the San Diego zoo one day, when I got to the part of the road I loved. It was about half a mile long and kinda twisty. I usually tried to time it so there weren't any cars blocking the two lanes on my side so I could punch it. This is a 35mph zone, but trust me, it's much more fun on a bike going about 80+mph.

So I got to the "starting line" and punched it! I was having a ton of fun hanging off dragging my knee close to the ground and all the other shit you would typically see during a motorcycle race. But then the fun ends when you reach the stoplight :(

So I stopped, put my bike in neutral and sat up and used my gas tank as a drum while playing a tune in my head. I then noticed a flashing out of the corner of my eye and was like WTF? I then leaned forward to look in my rearview mirrors and sure enough, there was the police cruiser sitting right behind me. Fuck.

By this point it had gotten so routine I had all of my paperwork in a special pocket of my tankbag. The two cops came over and asked me if I knew why they pulled me over. I of course replied "Do I have a tail light out?" :) They're like "uh no, you seemed to be driving a little erratically back there and exceeding the speed limit." Me: "Really? damn I didn't realize I was speeding. I thought the speed limit through there was 65?"
Cop: "No sir, it's 35mph."
Me: "Damn, I could have sworn all two lane roads were 65mph for some reason. Live and learn I guess."
Cop: "Where were you going in such a hurry?"
Me: "Well, I live in that building right there, guess I was just in a hurry to get home since I was so close." Pointing at my apartment building less than a block away.
Cop: "Well we have to give you a ticket for speeding."
Me: "Crap, ok if you have to."

At this point I noticed they had a prisoner in the back seat.

Me: "Whoa, what did that guy do?"
Cop #2: "We can discuss that."
Me: "Ok. Wait, since you guys have a prisoner, that means you couldn't have chased me if I ran right?"
Cop #2: "Correct. Why? Were you thinking of running?"
Me: "Nah, I didn't even know you guys were there. I can't even pay attention to the speed limit, so what are my chances I'll even see you guys in time to run?"
Cop: "Hahahahah"
Cop #2: "Haha, good point."
Cop: "Tell ya what, since you're so close to your home and didn't make us chase you, we'll let you off with a warning."
Me: "Sweet! I promise not to speed again!"
Cop: "Sure buddy."
Cop #2: "Riiight, anyway, have a nice day sir."

God I miss California cops sometimes. They get a bad wrap all the time, but the ones I've met seem pretty damn cool.

I'll post more of these at some point.


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@20:50 EST 3.1.2002 Medal of Honor

Here is a actual account of a Medal of Honor recipient:

Rank and organization: Lieutenant Colonel, U.S . Army, 1st Battalion, 15th Infantry, 3d Infantry Division.

Place and date: Near Sigolsheim, France, 26 December 1944.

Entered service at: Glendale, Calif. Born: 23 November 1915, Denver, Colo. G.O. No.: 47, 18 June 1945.

Citation: Commanding the 1st Battalion attacking a strongly held enemy position on a hill near Sigolsheim, France, on 26 December 1944, found that one of his assault companies had been stopped and forced to dig in by a concentration of enemy artillery, mortar, and machinegun fire. The company had suffered casualties in attempting to take the hill.

Realizing that his men must be inspired to new courage, Lt. Col. Ware went forward 150 yards beyond the most forward elements of his command, and for two hours reconnoitered the enemy positions, deliberately drawing fire upon himself which caused the enemy to disclose his dispositions. Returning to his company, he armed himself with an automatic rifle and boldly advanced upon the enemy, followed by two officers, nine enlisted men, and a tank.

Approaching an enemy machinegun, Lt. Col. Ware shot two German riflemen and fired tracers into the emplacement, indicating its position to his tank, which promptly knocked the gun out of action. Lt. Col. Ware turned his attention to a second machinegun, killing two of its supporting riflemen and forcing the others to surrender. The tank destroyed the gun.

Having expended the ammunition for the automatic rifle, Lt. Col. Ware took up an M-1 rifle, killed a German rifleman, and fired upon a third machinegun 50 yards away. His tank silenced the gun. Upon his approach to a fourth machinegun, its supporting riflemen surrendered and his tank disposed of the gun.

During this action Lt. Col. Ware's small assault group was fully engaged in attacking enemy positions that were not receiving his direct and personal attention. Five of his party of 11 were casualties and Lt. Col. Ware was wounded but refused medical attention until this important hill position was cleared of the enemy and securely occupied by his command.

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@3:20 EST 3.1.2002 Words to Live By

Do not believe in anything simply because you have heard it. Do not believe in anything simply because it is spoken and rumored by many. Do not believe in anything simply because it is found written in your religious books. Do not believe in anything merely on the authority of your teachers and elders. Do not believe in traditions because they have been handed down for many generations. But after observation and analysis, when you find that anything agrees with reason and is conducive to the good and benefit of one and all, then accept it and live up to it. ~Buddha

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@16:20 EST 2.23.2002 More fuel for the fire

This is from a poster on a message board, and I totally agree:

This touches a spot on me, that I just have to itch. So I will.

Everyone in America believes that racism is white vs black. That whites hold the all the cards, and that blacks are being oppressed. But look at the facts...

Blacks have their own colleges.

Blacks have their own grants for college

Blacks have the NAACP ( You try starting an all whitey group )

Blacks have the "Black essence awards"

Blacks have politcal groups, to insure that their best interests are taken care of

Blacks have Black History Month. Hey, where is Spanish history month, or Pacific Islander history month?

All the time here in America we are so fucking stuck on being "PC" that we dont see what we are doing. We are creating a society of haters. Minority haters. Racism could have been erased if we worked on peoples minds. How they felt. But now, blacks are given special treatment. I know here in Seattle, there were 2 situations where 2 blacks were shot in 2 different incidents with officers. BOTH justified. But the officers were "racist" mind you. They had to be to shoot a black man. Right? Its bullshit. Am I racist? Nope. But I know where I stand when it comes to my goverment. I am treated less than a black man. When it comes to school loans, or a job, I will ALWAYS be passed down when compared to a black man in the same category. Because laws passed make it like that.

I didnt mean to offend anyone here. That was not my intention in the slightest way. But if your black, and you think YOUR being oppressed, look at it from MY side of the street. You got it damn nice from where I sit.

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@16:13 EST 2.23.2002 Exactly!

I Am Your Worst Nightmare. I am a BAD American. I am George Carlin. I believe the money I make belongs to me and my family, got some midlevel governmental functionary with a bad comb-over who wants to give it away to crack addicts squirting out babies. I'm not in touch with my feelings and I like it that way, damn it! I believe no one ever died because of something Ozzy Osbourne, Ice-T or Marilyn Manson sang. I think owning a gun doesn't make you a killer. I believe it's called the Boy Scouts for a reason. I don't think being a minority makes you noble or victimized. I believe that if you are selling me a Big Mac, you'd better do it in English. I don't use the excuse "it's for the children" as a shield for unpopular opinions or actions. I think fireworks should be legal on the 4th of July. I think that being a student doesn't give you any more enlightenment than working at Blockbuster. In fact, if your parents are footing the bill to put your pansy ass through 4-7 years of college, you haven't begun to be enlightened. I believe everyone has a right to pray to his or her God. My heroes are John Wayne, the Simpsons, and whoever canceled Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman. I don't hate the rich. I don't pity the poor. I know wrestling is fake and I don't waste my time arguing about it. I think global warming is a big lie. Where are all those experts now, when I am freezing my ass through a long winter?

I've never owned a slave, or was a slave, I didn't wander forty years in the desert after getting chased out of Egypt, I haven't burned any witches or been persecuted by the Turks and neither have you, so shut-the-FUCK-up already.

I want to know which church is it exactly where the Reverend Jesse Jackson preaches. And where does he get his money. And why is he always part of the problem and not the solution. I think the cops have every right to shoot your sorry ass if you're running from them. I also think they have the right to pull your ass over if you are breaking the law, regardless of what color you are. I think if you are too stupid to know how a ballot works, I don't want you deciding who should be running the most powerful nation the world for the next four years. I hate those bastards standing in the intersections trying to sell me crap or trying to guilt me into making 'donations' to their cause. These people should be targets. I think if you are in the passing lane, and not passing, your license should be revoked, and you should be forced to ride the bus until you promise to never delay the rest of us again. I think beef jerky could quite possibly be the perfect food. I believe that it doesn't take a village to raise a child; it takes two parents. I think tattoos and piercing are fine if you want them, but please don't pretend they are a political statement. I think Dr. Seuss was a genius. I'm neither angry nor disenfranchised, no matter how desperately the mainstream media would like the world to believe otherwise. I believe if she has her lips on your willie, it is
sex, and it is sex for both of you. This even applies when you are
President of the United States. If that makes me a BAD American, then yes, I'm a BAD American.

Sincerely,
George Carlin

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@12:58 EST 2.23.2002 The Problem with Parents

Read a interesting article this morning. And yep, set me off big time. The reason is the parent in the article. This guy has a kid, but doesn't want to take responsibility for him. Here's a quote:

Until receiving a recent rash of tickets, Shifflett said he'd never heard of ticket-writing in schools. And he doesn't like bearing the punishment for his child's misbehavior.

"To me, it's a lot of money. I'm going to end up paying for it," Shifflett said. "My 15-year-old son doesn't work. They're basically punishing the parent."

Well no fuckin shit buddy! Who the hell should be punished??? I think parents should bear more and more of the punishment for their kids. It would hopefully eliminate these fuckers that refuse to take any responsibility for their kids doing shit they shouldn't be.

Today with all the interference from Social Workers, parents think their kids are little angels that just need the right combination of drugs to be a straight-A student. Bullshit.

What little Bobby needs is a PARENT willing to deal out a good old fashioned punishment! I used to dread getting in trouble because I knew I was screwed when my nanny or mom found out. My nanny would usually sit me in a corner or make me clean something that wasn't all that pleasant. Doesn't sound that bad now, but as a kid it was a major detterent.

My mom, god bless her was more physical. I was real rebellious and prone to talking back. A normal spanking wouldn't do shit, because I was immune to the pain. But a nice smack in the mouth shut me right the fuck up! My mom didn't believe in all this shit nowadays about ADD and other bullshit made up to make kids "special."

I believe my mom did a good job raising me, and the punishments were right on the money for the shit I did. I doubt I'll be talking to a psychologist and have a "revelation" that I was a battered child and sue my mom for all kinds of money. My mom raised me to be strong and proud and willing to take responsibility for my actions. I wouldn't change that for the world.

I vote for getting social workers and drugs off of todays kids and go back to the parenting of yester-year. A more hands-on approach is needed. Parents and kids today are heading down that nice road called denial. None of these fuckers are willing to say "hey you know what, I fucked up and should be punished." They'd rather say "well, my little Bobby has trouble paying attention in school, isn't there some new miracle drug to make him into a child I don't have to take responsibility for?"

Oh yeah, here's the article that set me off: Shouldn't be a Parent!

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@7:48 EST 2.23.2002 We Were Soldiers

When I first saw previews I was like "eh, I might go see it" but after reading the review by a soldier I respect, I'm keen on seeing it. Review

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@22:08 EST 2.22.2002 Double Standards?

Yep, I ranted about this crap a few days ago, and you know me, I don't let shit go. So here's some more fuel for the rage I got boiling inside me :)

I'd classify these as "Hate Crimes" but then again, I think those should be abolished. I think existing laws should be enforced before we start adding crimes based on "hate."

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@11:29 EST 2.21.2002 Where's the Outcry?

I don't see Jesse Jackson or Al Sharpton stirring up boycotts or rallies to help this guy out...why not? Fuckin Hypocrites!

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@8:27 EST 2.21.2002 Books Kids Shouldn't See

Not sure where the hell I came across these book covers, but they are funny in a sick and twisted kinda way. Protect the Children!

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@9:19 EST 2.16.2002 New Suit

I'd definitely buy one of these suits if they were available: Super Suit

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@9:31 EST 2.15.2002 iHate Apple

I'm not a big fan of the cult-of-personality that is Apple or as I call em The Steve Jobs Cult.

Anyway here is a iParody about em:

Cult Training

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@8:46 EST 2.15.2002 Where do you stand?

Heya, if you get a second take this quick quiz to see where you stand. I wasn't surprised, but I think some of you might be...but who knows.

Quiz

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@16:10 EST 2.14.2002 Peapod, only way to go!

It was only a matter of time: Check Out Rage!

I've been near that point when people ahead of me pull out the check book for a $4 purchase.

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@15:44 EST 2.14.2002 Memories

I was a bit bored today, so I went through some old emails I had stored away. Seems I've been a wise ass for a long time. I've copied some of the better quotes from these emails below:

Email exchange with a friend discussing my usual preparation for playing paintball:
"My friend in NY usually watches Full Metal Jacket while he cleans and preps his gun. He is usually reciting the poem from the movie "this is my rifle, there are many like it, but this one is mine..."

I usually just gear up and stare at myself in the mirror and repeat over and over, "you are a absolute badass! But chicks still dig your sensitive side"

Response to my buddy's comment about how he's so tough he rips tags off mattresses at Sears:
"I usually pick up those tags and make diapers for midgets. I then make them run around as living targets so I can hone my paintball skills, the ones that avoid being shot, I then kick in the ass :)"

My one friend commenting on Netscape back when they were semi-relevant:
"Netscape's solution to most security breaches is to limit functionality. So you have a product that doesn't do shit, but is secure."

Unknown poster on a newsgroup:
"I always wanted to be an assassin. The idea of lining up some poor slob who shouldn't be consuming air and water in the first place in my sights and ending his worthless existence always appealed to me."

Old Bill Gates quote:
"The one thing Apple's providing now is leadership in colors," Gates said as he pointed out a red-colored Intel-based personal computer on display. "It won't take long for us to catch up with that, I don't think."

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@15:08 EST 2.14.2002 Oldie but goody

This is an extract of an National Public Radio(NPR) interview between a female broadcaster and US Army Lieutenant General Reinwald about sponsoring a Boy Scout Troop on his military installation.

Interviewer: "So, LTG Reinwald, what are you going to do with these young boys on their adventure holiday?"

LTG Reinwald: "We're going to teach them climbing, canoeing, archery, and shooting."

Interviewer: "Shooting! That's a bit irresponsible, isn't it?"

LTG Reinwald: "I don't see why; they'll be properly supervised on the range."

Interviewer: "Don't you admit that this is a terribly dangerous activity to be teaching children?"

LTG Reinwald: "I don't see how; we will be teaching them proper range discipline before they even touch a firearm."

Interviewer: "But you're equipping them to become violent killers."

LTG Reinwald: "Well, you're equipped to be a prostitute, but you're not one, are you?"

End of the interview

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@7:20 EST 2.14.2002 My words are:

Swede, Political Correctness, Pravda, and Euro trash.

Check out this guy's words: Looney Tune

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@15:37 EST 2.13.2002 Ladies! The perfect gift for your man!

Ladies, are you looking for something special to get your man this Valentines day? Well look no further!

http://www.manties.net/

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@15:24 EST 2.13.2002 Comprehensive List!

My buddy sent me this list, which seems to be the most comprehensive one to date:

http://www.warwolf.com/list.htm

I've started a thread in the forums listing my favorites. Here's the link for that: http://www.warwolf.com/ubbcgi/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_topic&f=3&t=000007

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@16:51 EST 2.12.2002 Some Damn Funny Stuff!

If you don't mind foul fuckin language, watch these Macromedia Flash Movies! Good stuff! Just get past the opening rap or mini-game to the actual episodes and the fun really begins.

Episode 1: http://www.bullseyeart.com/website/content/muffy/muffyEP1.html

Episode 2: http://www.bullseyeart.com/website/content/muffy/muffyEP2.html

Episode 3: http://www.bullseyeart.com/website/content/muffy/muffyEP3.html

Episode 4: http://www.bullseyeart.com/website/content/muffy/muffyEP4.html

Episode 5: http://www.bullseyeart.com/website/content/muffy/muffyEP5.html

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@7:46 EST 2.12.2002 Forums!

Heya, by popular demand I've set up a area for people to post comments and stuff. Check it out here: http://www.warwolf.com/ubbcgi/ultimatebb.cgi

Or click the link to the left under Pictures, called: Forums

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@12:00 EST 2.11.2002 Grrrr, those f*ckers!

The article speaks for itself:

http://www.utb.boras.se/uk/se/projekt/history/articles/ww2/ww23.htm

Of course you know I gotta make a comment ;) All I gotta say is, I wish I could be as arrogant and self centered after helping Hitler keep going for two extra years. Thanks you fucks!

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@11:51 EST 2.11.2002 Heheheh, It's about time!

A few months ago you might remember how I vented about my last job. Well, if not let me recap.

I worked in the US office and had 3 teammates that handled support, and 3 managers officially, but only one I listened to in reality. All three were swedish, which wouldn't be a big deal if it hadn't been for the warnings I received when I first started at that company. The warning was, "if you aren't swedish, don't expect a promotion or expect to be treated as a equal." Nice.

Sadly, that warning proved to be oh so fuckin true!

Let me breakdown the "team" as it was before I got laid off:

Shadow-boss (Swedish), supposedly works for another company within the main company, but still has way too much say in the main company's affairs. Wouldn't be bad, if he actually contributed plans that weren't along the lines of 'just do it, and we'll fix it later.'

Direct-boss (Swedish), was a replacement for the guy (American) who originally hired me. Initially, he showed a lot of promise but then Shadow-boss, started exerting way too much control and shit went downhill fast from there.

Pseudo-boss (Swedish), was a support guy who's been with the company for a long time and started in the Sweden office. Moved over to the USA to take over support for the few remaining Macs. Before he showed up, we were well on the way to finally getting those pieces of shit out of the company. But now that he's arrived, I noticed more Macs than before. Even users that had been using PCs happily, are now using OVERPRICED, underpowered Mac laptops...good waste of money there. This guy also seems to have the most vacation days of anyone I ever met. We (the Americans) always joked that he was taking our vacation days on top of his. I mean seriously, every two weeks the fucker is out for 2 weeks. Not sure how the fuck he pulls it off, but it's definitely a swedish perk, since I haven't seen anyone else take that much vacation.

Network-boss (Swedish), was the second guy hired as a replacement for my original hiring boss. This guy is in charge of making sure our email, servers, internet connnections are all running and stable. So far 'stability' isn't one of the words used to describe the network today. We constantly joked about all the money poured into the network since he was hired, and how it's more fragile than when he started. It also didn't help that he didn't care when his changes caused a ton of work for us. He also wasn't too keen on people questioning his conclusions. He'd storm off like a child when you would question his actions. Of course being swedish he was always right about everything. I guess the state of the network is proof of that ;) The odd thing was, we got along fine outside of work, but couldn't stand working with one another...odd.

Support-guys (3 Americans, 1 Irishman), we were responsible for keeping the end-users up and running. This job wasn't made easy because of shit done to the network behind our backs and without informing us. We'd constantly be barraged with calls every week after a network change fucked a lot of users and they couldn't work. We'd then have to try and find out what the fuck happened, which would mean going to Network-boss and trying to get him to admit that he or Euro-Network-boss changed something. Fun.

We also had to support a thousand plus users at offices all over the world, using the phone, which in a lot of countries sucked for quality, or a piece of shit remote program that was in use since before I started there. This POS program seemed to get worse with every new version...incredible, but par for the course considering it started its life on the Mac. God, I hated that fuckin program!

So as you can see, there were seven of us in the US office, and only four that did support. Let me just repeat that so you really see the big picture: 4 guys, supporting 1000+ users all over the world. Sure there were guys in Europe, but a lot of times we'd end up having to help them with their stuff on top of doing ours.

So anyway to the main point of the post and the corresponding title. After September 11th, they had a series of layoffs and let 2 of us support guys go. Now that would make sense if we weren't swamped by the workload already. But instead of fighting to keep all of us, and having a Pro-active IT team, Direct-boss decided to roll over like a french puppy and let them cut his team. So that left THREE managers and TWO workers in the US office...good planning there.

So now you have TWO guys supporting the world and being asked to come in on weekends and work nights. Of course those nights and weekends, wouldn't be paid for. And as if that wasn't enough to break their spirits, they were told that they wouldn't be getting pay raises in the forseeable future, nor any of the other perks other departments routinely get. Nor was there any possibility for promotion and in fact to them it seemed like they were being demoted over time.

This was evident in our daily joking sessions at lunch when they would say it's only a matter of time before they were asked to "clean the bathrooms, and vacuum the floors." Also the contempt the swedes showed them became more overt. Meetings would constantly take place and only swedish would be spoken and decisions made, that would then be passed on to the Final-two to be carried out. Of course since they weren't involved, the plan would fall to shit, because the Swedish-three didn't know the details of how the end-users were setup.

So anyway, one of the Final-two gave his notice a few weeks ago and left on his terms instead of being humiliated and treated like a second-class citizen in his own country. And today, the Final-one gave his notice and will be leaving on his own terms in a few weeks.

Of course Direct-boss was flabergasted that these two guys would quit. I guess you really can't smell the shit from atop the ivory tower.

To the Final-two, I say GOOD LUCK, and don't look back. You don't have to be second-class citizens anymore!

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@9:08 EST 2.10.2002 Man...

Man o man, just when I think there are no truly good people in the world, I come across someone like this:

http://www.quadcitytimes.com/search/story.php?file=/rednews//2002/02/27/stories/whitten/story98.txt

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@8:03 EST 2.10.2002 Oh yeah!

Here's my new god: http://www.tubcat.com/

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@7:59 EST 2.10.2002 Good Quote

Here is a quote I read today that hits the nail on the head:

"I contend that we are all atheists. I just believe in one fewer god than you. When you understand why you dismiss all the other possible gods, you will understand why I dismiss yours."
-- Stephen F. Roberts

If you want to check out the discussion thread that came from, head over here: http://cgi.fark.com/cgi/fark/comments.pl?IDLink=113914

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@19:40 EST 2.9.2002 Give me a break!

The article below is one of the reasons I never want to own a home in the USA. Fuckin PC is going to far when it makes it seem you don't actually OWN the home, you're just renting it from the state and the handicapped.

I remember listening to a host of talk show in California talking about the shit he went through with his house. He lived in one of those cliff homes, and had a long set of stairs going up to the house. I think he said it was 20-30 steps, maybe more.

Anyway, he was doing some work on the inside, and they took the molding around the bathroom door off. The state inspector happened to see it, and mentioned that according to the law, he now had to widen the door so a wheelchair could fit through. The host was like "Are you fuckin kidding me? I don't have any friends in wheelchairs and I don't foresee any in the future willing to climb those stairs!" The inspector insisted it was the law, so he had to widen the doorway a couple of inches.

A few inches doesn't sound bad, except it also meant he had to move a wall that ran the length of the house on top of that, so that the door would overlap. Guess who gets to pick up that bill? Nope, not the hypothetical handicapped guy!

Being handicapped sucks, but for such a tiny percent of the population, it seems the majority is being forced to conform to the minority...and that sucks.

I think making public places accessible is fine, within reason, but I think it should be up to individual homeOWNERS to do what they want. After all they are the ones paying for the place.

Anyway, I'm off to a party so I gotta wrap this up. Here's the link to the news article that set me off: http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,45146,00.html

Hopefully this party will make accomodations for me by painting the walls blue, since white represents the man keepin' a brother down! ;)

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@9:28 EST 2.9.2002 Aaaaarrrrrrgggg!

I totally agree with this guy...this people need to be eliminated from the gene pool!

http://shayne-michael.com/c-12.htm

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@7:40 EST 2.8.2002 If you got the bandwidth...

I found a neat video on demand service for broadband users. You can click this link and go take a look: http://www.intertainer.com/partners/msn/index.html

It'll run a bandwidth check to see if you can use their service. If you can, I think you might like it.

I'm off to watch the Ali/Foreman fight!

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@5:47 EST 2.7.2002 If true, holy shit!

Man, sometimes I wish I had the power to eavesdrop on anyone at anytime. I would love to know if the stuff in this news post were true or not.

http://newsmax.com/showinsidecover.shtml?a=2002/2/6/232740

Sign me up for Project HP btw ;)

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@5:11 EST 2.7.2002 Happy Birthday Ronnie!

I'm a little late, but I'm sure he'll forgive me! But anyway, Happy Birthday Mr. Reagan!

In honor of his birthday, here is a link to some of his best quotes:

http://rightwingnews.com/article.php?sid=1210&mode=thread&order=0

Take a look at em, good stuff. Here's one of my favorites:

"A recession is when your neighbor loses his job. A depression is when you lose yours. And recovery is when Jimmy Carter loses his."

Heheheh

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@19:28 EST 2.5.2002 Heheheh, so true!

For years I thought it was funny and sad the way actors now days walk around with a ton of bodyguards trying to look important. Seems Charlton Heston agrees: http://entertainment.yahoo.com/entnews/st/20020131/101248920007.html

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@19:28 EST 2.2.2002 Gun Fun Round 3

Well, my buddy Rob called me last night and wanted to plan some range time for today (Saturday). Since I can never pass on that stuff, I agreed to go. I called him on Saturday morning around 11am, since I knew his lazy ass wouldn't get up before 2pm and also because I would probably take a nap if I didn't leave the house soon ;)

So we arranged to meet and then go pick up my buddy Stuart and then head to New Hampshire. So Rob picks me up, and I tell him where we need to meet Stuart, so as we drive I try to explain exactly where that spot is. He's like "shit, why didn't you say so, we can get there faster this way!" Long story short, we fuckin ended up adding about 9 traffic lights to our journey.

Then on the ride up, we missed a turn, and had to backtrack, and just when we think we're good to go, Rob spaced on another turn and we gotta backtrack some more.

We finally get to the range and in the past we start with some "warm up" guns to get the juices flowin, but for some reason, we all just said fuck it and went straight for the heavy hitters. I got a Thompson Submachinegun (Tommy gun) because I've been playing a game recently that has this gun in it. Another friend, was whining because he says the gun is too accurate in the game, and I said he was full of shit :) So to prove my point, I told him I'd rent it and send the target out as far as it would go at the range and see how well I did. If you click the pictures link below, you'll see that I was correct, even firing semi-auto instead of single shot, I was still able to keep my shots in the prime areas.

Stuart had picked up a MP5-K 9mm submachinegun for his first choice and was hammering away a few lanes away. After I had gone through a clip or two with the Tommy gun, Rob walks in with one of the workers there, with a fuckin M60 Machinegun!!! He's carrying a belt of ammo and when people catch a glimpse of this shit, they all stop what they are doing and come over to watch the show.

Rob went first and was having a grand old time, then it was my turn, and then Stuart finished off the belt of ammo and that was that. The worker was there the whole time unfortunately. I say that because, my buddy Chris who lives in Virginia and I always joked how, when I got to shoot it, I should reenact the scene from Aliens, where Vasquez yells "Let's rooooooocccckkkk!" and just empty the whole belt downrange. Alas, I couldn't do that with the guy there :(

After that, Rob went and got a new version of the MP5, called the UMP-45. It fires a larger caliber round compared to the MP5, which means it has a bit more kick. But it was still a sweet gun and easy to keep on target.

It was at this point that Rob looks at me and say "lets have a contest, we'll each shoot a clip of 25 rounds and the person with the most points wins." I'm like "ok." So Rob goes first and when he's done we pull in his target, he doesn't do bad, 3 or 4 shots were in the red and the rest were spread out around it.

So we mount a fresh target and send it out the same distance. I take aim and fire a few shots slowly, then as I get the feel for the gun, I start firing faster. As we pulled in my target, I looked over at Rob, and he looks at me and says "fuck you." I didn't know why he said that until I turned and looked at my target. At that point I started laughing my ass off...shit I'm still giggling like a schoolgirl now! All 25 of my shots went through the red bullseye!

We ended up renting a bunch of other weapons for the rest of the day, got my favorite pistol the Desert Eagle .50 that was made by the Israelis. Man when they make a gun, they make a gun to stop someone with one hit. I guess living in a constant state of war, means you don't have time to be all PC like the knobs we have here in the USA.

I ended up renting a rifle because Rob wanted to fire something heavy duty and they didn't have any ammo for the Benelli shotgun, which was a bummer. I ended up renting a M1A1, which is a older rifle still in use by the Navy SEALs due to it's reliability and accuracy. Rob once again brought up the "contest" and they ended with similar results :)

All in all it was a kickass time, and I highly recommend you go if you ever get the chance. Don't be a lemming and believe all the shit propaganda the news tries to pass off as fact. Go fire a gun yourself before you decide they are evil and should be banished. Once you do, you'll see they aren't the self-motivating death machines the news and anti-gun people portray them as.

As the stats show, more people are killed by doctors each year, than by guns...think about that the next time you go visit a doc :)

Sleep tight.

http://www.warwolf.com/GunFun3.htm

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@19:43 EST 1.21.2002 More Venting

Recently here in Massachusetts on the news they showed a story about a small boy who was killed when the sliding door on his mom's minivan slammed shut on his head.

What seemed to have happen, is that his mother was dropping off at school, and as she pulled up to the curb, she hopped out without putting the minivan in PARK. So as she jumped out, it kept moving forward. At the same time the kid in the back, slide the door back and started getting out. Just about the same time he was getting out, the minivan slammed into a telephone pole. The front end of the minivan was crushed in big time...it wasn't a little dent. At which point the sliding door slid forward and crushed the little boys head. As I said earlier, tragic.

But what sent off this rant, was the fact that they reported there was "a investigation into why the door slammed shut." WTF, I can solve that fuckin mystery right now. The minivan SLAMMED INTO A FUCKIN POLE!

If you've ever dealt with a sliding door, you know that when opened fully the door, semi-locks open. With a little extra tug, it'll slide forward again and close. If a minivan SLAMS INTO A FUCKIN POLE, that easily approximates more than a extra tug needed to shut the door!

The only thing that has saved me from losing my mind over this is the fact it's the police that started this "investigation" not the mother. Considering it was the mother that left the minivan in drive that caused it to roll forward and slam into a telephone pole. At this point, I think the "investigation" should be closed, and the mother should just move on and grieve.

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@19:13 EST 1.21.2002 PC bastards & a Rant

I think the Politically Correct Thought Police shit has gone too fuckin far! It seems anything and everything now days is "offensive" to someone and the PCTP come running to squash it! FFS people, if it offends you, tune it out, look away, plug your ears, but don't take away peoples right to be offensive :)

There is tons of shit that bugs me, but I don't crusade to have it stopped/banished/made illegal/etc. I just tune it out and go about my business.

Take for example the town that tried to ban people from dressing as Santa Claus and riding on the Fire truck during a parade...because TWO families out of the entire fuckin town didn't like it. WTF??? Is Santa going to drop down the chimney and murder your family? No! Is he just some fat bastard in red clothes? YES! So fuckin get over it.

I personally have zero use for religion, yet my every waking moment isn't spent trying to abolish it from the world. I just tune it out and go about MY business. If someone comes to my door trying to get me to attend a bible meeting or some shit, I don't call the cops and a lawyer to sue, I just say "no thanks" and shut the door. Easy, see?

I was glad to see that commercial recently showing all those people saying "I'm an American!" It's about fuckin time. All this PC: Asian-American, African-American, Native-American, etc. can blow me. If you are a citizen of the USA, you are a American period! Don't try to make the USA into the country your ancestors came from, since they most likely came hear for a reason. I love how most blacks think of Africa as this wonderful paradise, when in fact most of the continent is still stuck at primitive levels. Most of the bastards here if given a free ride back to the motherland, would be in for a major shock and most likely would be scrambling to hop back on a plane to the good old US of A...even though the "man" is keeping them down ;)

No one is keeping anyone down. You make your own destiny. So shut the fuck up, and take responsibility for your own actions and stop trying to blame/censor others.

Have a nice day.

Oh yeah, here is a link to some of the PC shit that set me off: http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,43521,00.html

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@7:32 EST 1.15.2002 Poor Mac Users

After reading this article: (http://www.pbs.org/cringely/pulpit/pulpit20020110.html), I really do feel bad for Mac users. They are like battered women. They know they should leave but they keep going back hoping things will get better. I can't imagine being one of those people blindly following the whims of a ego maniac.

Take the time to read the article, and you'll understand what I mean.

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@11:37 EST 11.26.2001 Merry XMas?

Since no matter what I do, my brain keeps going, thinking up weird shit, I decided to post some of the latest.

I don't know about you, but everyday I think about new terrorist attacks. I don't think what will happen IF they happen, I think more about the HOW and WHEN they will happen. Even thinking the way I do, I don't wake up with "night terrors" or live in blind fear, it's more of a morbid curiosity. I remember reading awhile ago, that the government was talking with Hollywood about possible terrorist scenarios. I also read recently that some people suspect Osama has about 40 or so backpack nukes in the USA already. After my brain processed this info, it came up with a few ideas of how they could be used in terror attacks.

You need to understand that just blowing shit up isn't the goal, you need to make people change their lifestyles and jump at shadows. Take the anthrax letter attacks for example. John and Joan Public initially had nothing to fear since all of the letters were going to high profile individuals. But I remember seeing people going through the trouble of putting on gloves, examining mail before bringing it into the house etc. A few simple letters and it changed hundreds, maybe thousands of lives around the country.

Anyway, enough backstory, on to the possible terror scenarios my brain cooked up while I watched TV or played games, and even while napping! Damn you brain!

Scenario #1: The End of NYC

Most people will agree that New York City is the symbol of America. If I was Osama, it would be a priority target. How would I accomplish that though? Well if I had backpack nukes (BPNs), it would be relatively simple. Keep in BPNs aren't full scale nukes in terms of destruction. They were designed for blowing up large targets like dams and stuff like that. As you can imagine from the 'backpack' part of the nickname, they are quite small and easily transported.

Now if you wanted to wipe out NYC, it would be relatively easy. (At least according to my brain) What you would do is detonate a few of the BPNs in strategic areas around NYC. The Empire State building, and Wall Street immediately come to mind. As the world and USA reacts to these attacks and aid starts coming in, you then initiate the terror part of the equation.

That is, use more BPNs to take out all of the bridges and tunnels leading to the island. This would have the effect of creating total chaos. The only emergency aid available, at least initially would be local agencies. At the best of times this is never enough, during something like this, forget about it. Without a presence to keep people calm and under control, I think riots, looting, etc. will be popular.

Scenario #2: Drink of Death

Once again, people in the know have mentioned that there are plans to contaminate our water supplies. I'm not to sure how they would be too successful with this. For one, most people I know, don't drink tap water anyway its all bottled. Of course if you could contaminate THAT supply, we're pretty much fucked. Also, I'm not sure what you could put in the water that would survive being used to make coffee.

But if I was gonna do it, I wouldn't target the water, I would target the coffee. Coffee to americans is like tea to the Brits. If all of a sudden people didn't get their coffee, shit would hit the fan.

Ah hell, lost my train of thought, once I get back on track I'll update.

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@6:09 EST 11.20.2001 It's a Miracle!

I had a craving the other day for a Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwich while ordering my groceries online. So I took a virtual stroll down the aisles and came across SQUEEZABLE jelly!!! Holy shit, I've been waiting my whole life for this! No more having the jelly fall off the knife as you take it from the jar, or using a spoon to scoop it out and then trashing the bread as you try to spread out the "lump O jam" you get.

Now with the miraculous squeezable jelly bottle, you just squeeze and get a nice even spread of jelly on the bread. Oh yeah, and now you don't have to worry about getting peanut butter in the jelly jar or vice versa since you only need a knife to get the peanut butter on the bread.

Now if they could only come out with squeezable peanut butter I could die a happy idiot.

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@0:37 EST 11.5.2001 This Just In!...

I'm still falling asleep every few hours with that dog here! Does anyone know of a weird allergy or anything related to dogs, that makes you extremely tired?

Before this dog showed up, I was doing ok for the most part, maybe taking a nap every other day or so, now I'm taking naps 2 or 3 times a day. Freaky.

This dog still outclasses me in the laziness arena, she only goes for walks, because usually after we get back I give her a treat...if it wasn't for that, she'd just hold it in. Oh well, she's still a funny dog.

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@7:05 EST 11.2.2001 Oh yeah....

For those of you who know me this is old news, for those of you who don't, this is "news".

About a month ago I was laid off along with a bunch of other employees. These layoffs were a result of the September 11th terrorist attacks in NYC. The company I worked for was mainly a travel company, and since the attacks, people haven't been traveling much.

Even before the attacks and subsequent layoffs, I was trying to find another job. The reason for this was that I was extremely unhappy there after my return from Hong Kong. The reason for this was the fact that my boss, treated me like I was the biggest slacker in the company. Every five minutes, he would come in and ask me what I was doing, and a few times even grab my mouse from me to see what was on my computer screen. Luckily I'm more in control of my temper now days, because in the past, crap like that would have caused me to hurt him :)

I'm not sure where he got the idea I was a total shit employee, maybe it was the fact that I busted my ass in Sydney, Australia for twenty-one days to get two offices setup correctly. My first week there, I even did a 43 hour marathon trying to get one office setup to meet the assinine one week schedule they gave me.

Or maybe it was when I first started working for him, when I noticed that the departments I was responsible for were in total chaos because of the previous IT Support guy, and gave him a plan to redo all of the machines so they wouldn't have so many support issues.

I think I really showed what a "slacker" I was when I setup a new office in Portland (with the help of a teammate who was also laid off) and when that site when live, they had very minor issues related to work I had done. And most of those were because of his constant, "hurry up and do it" mentality.

I think I started to lose respect for him, when that "this has to be done yesterday" mentality of his kicked in. Most legitimate managers plan things out and think about the long term. Not there baby!

For example, just before I was canned, we cleaned up the server room and re-racked a bunch of servers. If I had been responsible for that project, I would have used Dells free software to plan out what servers go in which rack...not my boss baby! We just eyeballed it and wasted time when shit didn't fit.

He also lost points when he let one guy who has the "manager" title, but hasn't earned the right to lead, take off that night, even though it had been planned weeks in advance. So most of us stayed until 12:30am with a few staying until 3:30am, while this guy came in at 7:30-8am or so to make up for missing the "fun" we had the night before. Needless to say not a good way to manage.

I think I lost all hope/respect for my boss while I was in Sydney. I was still kinda strung out from the 43 hour marathon when my boss complained to me that it was taking too long to get the offices redone. He compared me to the guy who was redoing the South American offices. This is the guy who's servers reboot spontaneously, has the admin logon and password show up in the 'Registered To:...' window, and also lost a few years worth of financial data in one office. Meanwhile, I think out of all the offices I have redone, only one person lost a few files.

Go fuck yourself comparing the two of us like that. I was one of the best guys you had, and instead of a "thanks for the hard work" and a handshake, all you gave me was a "push G on the elevator, and exit through the double-doors" Hey thanks!

What's that? You want to hear other ways he lost points with me? Well saddle up cowboy, this is a long ride.

How about all the times, he never stood up for us when people made bullshit demands. For example, every day around 3pm all of us in the direct end-user support team would go down to the first floor and grab a soda and snack, and take a 10min break. This was a needed respite to get away from the ringing phones, emails, and people stopping by. Someone had a problem with that, so now he told us we couldn't do that anymore. If we wanted a break, we had to do it in the tiny kitchen area next to our offices. That was BS because people would still come down to find us if we didn't answer the phones, or he would come by with some "emergency" which usually meant a executive couldn't print out some stuff on a non-supported ink-jet printer.

I got tons more, but I just realized, I'm so happy to be outta there, I'm not even gonna finish my rant. In closing I will say that department is destined to fail under his leadership the way he's running things now. He is pushing away all the workers who know what the fuck they are doing. I was glad to hear he kept a guy who is known throughout the company as a "nice guy, but useless as shit" and even earlier in the year made him a manager! Woohoo, current the US IT Support stands at 3 Managers, 2 Workers...you do the math ;)

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@6:21 EST 11.2.2001 Dog's Life

Well, it's official, I'm leading the same life as a dog. I'm watching my buddy's dog while he's off in Paris for a few days and I've noticed a ton of things the dog and I have in common.

First, is the fact that we both enjoy a good long nap. Second, we both aren't keen on going outside, unless it's really necessary. Third, we enjoy snacks.

I went into my bedroom yesterday, and found the dog sacked out on my bed, I started petting her, next thing I know it's a few hours later when I wake up.

Most dogs when you say "walk!?" will get excited, grab the leash, jump up on the door or something, this dog just kinda looks at ya, with a "yeah, whatever" kind of expression. I love that.

Not a 100% on the snack thing, but I think she enjoys them more than her full meals...but then again, don't we all.

Well, that's it for this edition.

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@21:21 EDT 10.17.2001 Luckily He's Gone

After the 1993 World Trade Center bombing, which killed six and injured 1,000, President Clinton promised that those responsible would be hunted down and punished.

After the 1995 bombing in Saudi Arabia, which killed 5 US military personnel, Clinton promised that those responsible would be hunted down and punished.

After the 1996 Kohlrabi Towers bombing in Saudi Arabia, which killed 19 and injured 200 US military personnel, Clinton promised that those responsible would be hunted down and punished.

After the 1998 bombing of US embassies in Africa, which killed 224 and injured 5,000, Clinton promised that those responsible would be hunted down and punished.

After the 2000 bombing of the USS Cole, which killed 17 and injured 3 US sailors, Clinton promised that those responsible would be hunted down and punished.

Maybe if Clinton had kept his promise, an estimated 6,000 people would be alive today.

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@7:03 EDT 10.13.2001 Avoid Malls on Oct 31st

Rumor I read:
I have a friend here at work whose sister-in-law has a friend who was dating an Afghanistan man before Sept 11th. He stood her up on Sept 9th, so she went to his apartment and it was cleared out completely. Then the next day she received a note from him that he was sorry he had to end their relationship this way. The note also said not to fly on Sept 11th and don't go into malls on Oct 31st. She's turned this letter over to the FBI. > Seeing how the first date was correct, I don't think we'll plan on taking our kids trick or treating through a mall on Halloween this year.

Not sure if the above is legit or not, but the source I got it from, is pretty trustworthy and if they give it credence, I figured I'd pass it along.

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@6:59 EDT 10.13.2001 Kinda Sums It Up

Miss America and Miss Afghanistan
by Mary Betz

On the left is Katie Harmon, Miss America, wearing the swimsuit she chose for the competition.

On the right is a typical Afghan girl, wearing the heavy smothering burqua as required by the oppressive Taliban regime.

Miss America is a junior at Portland State University, hoping to eventually get a Master's degree in Bioethics.

Miss Afghanistan is forbidden from receiving any education at all, and cannot read or write.

Miss America has worked as a lab assistant at both the Oregon Health Sciences University and the University of Puget Sound.

Miss Afghanistan is forbidden from working.

Miss America's father is an engineer. Her mother is a teacher.

Miss Afghanistan's father was shot by a gang of Taliban militants.
Her mother begs for bread scraps since she cannot work or remarry.

Miss America wowed the judges by singing a Puccini aria, "O Mio Babbino Caro."

Miss Afghanistan is forbidden from singing or even listening to music of any kind.

Miss America will be traveling the nation nonstop during her reign.

Miss Afghanistan cannot leave her house without a male family member, cannot drive, and cannot be out after dark.

Miss America is an advocate for breast cancer research.

Miss Afghanistan cannot be treated by a male doctor, and for all practical purposes has no access to medical treatment of any kind.

Miss America can date, marry, or divorce anyone she chooses.

Miss Afghanistan will be stoned to death if caught in the company of a male outside of her family. She is likely to be sold into an arranged marriage to a man who already has two wives.

Miss America wears sunscreen on the beach to keep from burning.

Miss Afghanistan cannot live in a house with windows unless they are painted black. Since she must wear a burqua outside, her pale translucent skin has not seen a ray of sunlight in years.

Miss America could have been disqualified if her swimsuit did not meet pageant standards.

Miss Afghanistan can be flogged if the holes in the mesh covering her face are too large.

Miss America will decide how many children, if any, she wants to have.

Miss Afghanistan will be pregnant 3-4 times more often than Miss America. Unfortunately, her babies are 25 times more likely to die in the first year. One out of four will not see their 5th birthday.

Miss America is majoring in speech communications at PSU.

Miss Afghanistan is forbidden from speaking in public.

Miss America is 21. Since the U.S. life expectancy for women is 80, she's still a very young woman.

Miss Afghanistan is also 21. But since the life expectancy for an Afghan woman is 43, next year she will be "over-the-hill." Besides having a shockingly short life expectancy overall, Afghanistan is one of the only countries in the world in which women have a shorter life expectancy than men.

Miss America is a beautiful, intelligent woman and everyone knows it.

Miss Afghanistan could be a beautiful, intelligent woman...but nobody will ever know it.

God Bless Miss America

God Help Miss Afghanistan

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@0:23 EDT 10.10.2001 Osama at 14

Thought you might get a kick out of this picture if you haven't seen it already: http://www.lucidlogic.com/jon/binladen.jpg

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@18:24 EDT 10.9.2001 What the??? Another post? Yep :)

Another advantage of this new posting tool is that I can now let other people post stuff with ease. So if you ever feel like posting something drop me a line at news@warwolf.com and I'll see what I can do.

Granted if I don't know you, I'm gonna have to take the "who the f*ck is this person? and why do they want to post?" attitude. Of course if you got some funny stuff, or some rant you just want to get off your chest, send me some samples and I'll see what I can do.

Keep in mind, this is the site love built, but anger keeps it running ;)

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@18:13 EDT 10.9.2001 Some Changes

As you may or may not have noticed, in the past I've promised to submit stuff on a pretty regular basis. I never fulfilled this promise for a number of reasons, mainly the pain it is to manually modify the page just to post a few blurbs.

I've found a link to this program called NewsPro and so far I like it. It should let me post stuff easily now, from anywhere without requiring the tedious manual edits.

Of course, we'll see how long this lasts.

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@15:16 EST 12.31.2001 Happy New Year!

Here is some light reading for ya before you head out to party tonight. Stay Alert, Stay Alive!

http://www.hackworth.com/31dec01.html

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@1:16 EST 12.28.2001 More Jokes: Osama style

Osama bin Laden has a heart attack and dies. He immediately goes to hell, where the devil is waiting for him. "I don't know what to do here," says the devil. "You are on my list, but I have no room for you. You definitely have to stay here, so I'll tell you what I'm going to do: I've got a couple of folks here who weren't quite as bad as you. I'll let one of them go, but you have to take their place. I'll even let YOU decide who leaves."

Osama bin Laden thought that sounded pretty good, so the devil opened the first room. In it was Manuel Noriega and a large pool of water. He kept diving in and surfacing empty-handed. Over and over and over. Such was his fate in hell. "No," said Osama bin Laden, "I don't think so. I'm not a good swimmer and I don't think I could do that all day long."

The devil led him to the next room. In it was the Ayatollah Khomeini with a sledge-hammer and a room full of rocks. All he did was swing that hammer, time after time after time. "No, I've got this problem with my shoulder. I would be in constant agony if all I could do was break rocks all day," commented Osama bin Laden.

The devil opened a third door. In it, Osama bin Laden saw Bill Clinton, lying on the floor with his arms staked over his head, and his legs staked in a spread-eagle pose. Bent over him was Monica Lewinsky, doing what she does best. Osama bin Laden took this in disbelief and finally said, "Yeah, I can handle this."

The devil smiled and said, "OK, Monica, you're free to go."

Joke #2
Osama bin Laden calls President Bush and says, "Mr. Bush, I had a vision last night. In my vision, Muslims had taken over the United States. Beautiful domes were added to all of the important American buildings, and banners proclaiming 'Allah is Great' flew from each dome."

President Bush says, "You know, Binny, I had a dream the other night too. I dreamed we restored Afghanistan to its previous glory. It was once again a progressive country, with women able to walk through the cities, and return to work. People were healthy and well fed. You know, I saw signs throughout the country too!"

Bin Laden says, "Yeah? What did they say?"

Bush said, "I don't know. I can't read Hebrew."

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@21:49 EST 12.22.2001 Motivational Doll!

Heheheh, this has to be one of the coolest things I've seen in awhile.

http://www.sideshowtoy.com/cgi-bin/category.cgi?category=military_figure&item=3401&type=store

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@21:34 EST 12.22.2001 Good Jokes

Here are a few jokes, I think are pretty damn funny.

Joke #1
An elderly couple goes to bed. After a few minutes, the old man cuts a fart and says, "Seven points." A few minutes later, the wife lets one rip and says, "Touchdown! Tie score." So the old man blasts another and says, "TD! I'm ahead 14 to 7." The wife again breaks wind and says "It's good! Tie game."

The old geezer tries but can't muster another fart. He waits a few moments and then decides to give it everything he's got, but there's a awful wet sound. The wife asks, "What the hell was that?" "Er, halftime. Switch sides."

Joke #2
A burglar breaks into a house one night and turns on his flashlight to find an expensive stereo. As he approaches it, a voice behind him whispers, "Jesus is watching you." The startled burglar turns and shines his light on a caged parrot in the corner of the room. "Was that you?" asks the burglar. "Yes," answers the parrot. "My name is Moses. How do you do? Squawk!" Amused at the talking bird, the burglar asks, "What kind of people name their parrot Moses?" "Squawk! The same kind of people who name a Rottweiler Jesus."

Joke #3
One day at a mortuary, an embalmer says to his boss, "There's a problem with the new arrival -- a jumbo shrimp's sticking out of her privates." "That's impossible," the boss says. "Show me." They go to the table, the guy flips back the sheet, points, and says, "See?" The boss takes a closer look and says, "You idiot, that's not a piece of shrimp. That's her clit." "Hmm," says the embalmer. "Sure didn't taste like a clit."

Joke #4
A Civil War soldier awakens in a field hospital. He looks at the doctor and says, "Something is wrong, Doc. I can't feel my legs!" "I know," says the doctor. "We had to amputate your arms."

Joke #5
A genie sees a bear chasing a rabbit and calls out to the bear, "If you stop chasing that little rabbit, I'll grant you each two wishes." The bear agrees and says, "Ok, I want to have the biggest penis any bear ever had." The genie nods his head and it is done. The rabbit says, "I would like a motorcycle." The genie shrugs and grants the rabbit his wish. The bear says, "I want all the bears in the world to be female except me." His wish is granted. The rabbit gets on his bike, revs it up, and says, "I wish this bear were gay," and peels out.

Heheheh, and that's all folks. Hopefully they amused you as much as they did me.

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@9:54 EST 12.15.2001 WTF was he thinking?

Not sure when he went insane, but its very clear he has. Take a look at this pic, and you'll see what I mean.

http://www.warwolf.com/images/misc/michaels.jpg

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@12:05 EST 12.14.2001 Stripper Files: Case #1

This encounter takes place way back in 1988 when I moved to San Diego. I was a young lad of 18 years and fresh outta high school. At this point I had zero clue what the hell I wanted to do with my life, I just knew that living in San Diego, it would involve the beach and chicks in bikinis.

I ended up getting a job at Subway Sandwiches, working the fucked up 9pm to 2am shift. By "fucked up" I don't mean the hours, that time frame was the best. What I mean is, that was when you had all the fucked up people come in for food. Usually it was people either going out, or ending their night out that came in and usually they were pretty drunk. Of course usually so was I :)

You see, since I didn't have to work until 9pm, my buddy John (who worked with me on that shift) and I would head to the beach and talk someone into buying a case of beer for us. We'd then hang out on the beach trying to avoid getting spotted by the cops while we'd drink the beer. If we didn't meet some friends or girls to share the beer with, we'd take it to work with us and store it in the walk-in cooler and finish em off there. Needless to say, lots of good times were had by all.

Anyway, back to the stripper encounter. One night around 1am or so, I was cleaning up out front when I heard the door chime that usually indicates someone came in, so I looked up and saw nothing. I was like "wtf?" and went back to cleaning. About a minute later, I hear a female voice say: "can I have a Roast Beef sub?" I almost jumped and hit the roof because it scared the shit outta me, since I still didn't see anyone!

Just like in a horror movie, I said to thin air "hello?" to which I got the reply "Hi! How are you tonight?" me "Ok, I guess, freaking out a bit since I can't see you" to which she replied "I'm right here" and I see some fingers appear on the counter and this little face appear...it was a fuckin midget!

She ended up pulling over one of the stools and hopped up on it, so she didn't have to do pull-ups to see over the counter. She was real chatty and started talking up a storm while I made her sub. She was telling me how she was a stripper at this club nearby. In my mind I was like "yeah, uh huh, sure, ok" but no harm no foul I guess so we talked for about 10min. During this time my buddy John came out and was blown away also! It turns out he has a midget fantasy, and this was one step closer to the realization.

Of course it was obvious to both of us later, that she was hitting on me, she was telling me I should come over to her place after work for some drinks and crap like that. I don't know, even if she wasn't a midget, she didn't really do anything for me, so I passed on the offer.

So for the next few weeks, she would stop in once or twice a week trying to get me to come over and each time I would politely decline. At this point, I still didn't believe she was a stripper and so to prove it to me she gave me free passes to get into the club. I was gonna pass on that, until I told my buddy John about the tickets. Next thing I know, we're hammered outta our minds and at a strip club!

After watching a few strippers perform, out comes the midget to do her act...I remember thinking, how unlike most midgets she didn't have a stumpy body, but looked more like a normally proportioned woman, shrunk down. Ok, so she proved she was a stripper, but I still wasn't interested. In my mind, it just seemed weird messing around with someone that barely came up to my chest.

I think she picked up on my reluctance, and tried to use my buddy John to sway me to come over. How did she do this you ask, well, a few times after we saw her perform, she would come in after work with a few of the other strippers from the club for some subs...god bless em! And she'd be like "why don't you two come over for drinks after work tonight?" Instantly, my buddy John was "SURE! We'll be there!" Mentally, I was thinking, "you fucker, while you're making time with MY dream girls, your fantasy midget will be keeping em away".

Luckily, that was one of the nights we had a ton of beer in the walk-in and John passed out. So I got him mobile enough to get to my apartment so he could crash on the couch. Heheh, dodged the bullet that time!

Long story, short, never did go over to her place, and she stopped coming around. Then one day she came in with a guy who was riding a sportbike. I remember looking out the window thinking how fucked up that the guy was zipping around with his little daughter on the back of his bike. When she took off the helmet and I saw who it was, it just reaffirmed my choice...it just kinda weirded me out. I'm the last person who could give a shit what people think, but it just struck me as odd.

End: Case #1

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@10:25 EST 12.14.2001 Pic O' the Week!

Happy Holidays!

http://www.warwolf.com/images/cccard11.jpg

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@17:47 EST 12.13.2001 Strip Club = Employment?

A friend of a friend recently put in a good word for me at a new strip club opening here in Boston soon. I was hoping to get a job working as a doorman or something part-time initially.

Filled out the application on Monday, but haven't heard anything yet. While I was there, 3 fat guys came in and applied also. They must have been 300+ each. While I got the "we'll keep your file on record" spiel, they got to hang around to talk to the manager.

All I can say is: fat doesn't equal muscle people! In a club the last thing I'd want is a fat bastard trying to squeeze past patrons to respond to a emergency, or not being able to run up a few flights of stairs (this club is multiple floors). But oh well...people equate fat bastards as tough guys for some reason. I never have.

They may have a lot of cushion to take body shots, but those facial features are wide open ;)

Next post, I'll relate some past experiences with strippers I've had over the course of my long life. I think you'll enjoy em.

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@17:37 EST 12.13.2001 WotW: Jerkin

Word of the Week this week is: Jerkin

It's amazing how much joy this word brings me. No! Not physically you fuckin perv, I meant it makes me laugh for some reason everytime I see it.

I think it started with listening to that radio show: Loveline with Dr. Drew and Adam Carrola. Adam was talking about how he was "sherkin my jerkin" and for some reason it was pretty damn funny!

Then the other night while playing a online-only game, set in medievel times, people were talking about how they got quests for "a really nice jerkin" and man I almost pissed my pants laughing! I think I was the only one in the group juvenile enough to be laughing about it...not to the group of course, but my apartment echoed with it. Granted I knew they were talking about a vest/tunic type piece of armor, but it still struck me as damn funny.

Stay Tuned! My childish and assinine posts coming soon!

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@15:11 EST 12.7.2001 Pic o' the week!

Here is a funny picture I ran across this week. Makes me laugh everytime I see it.

http://www.warwolf.com/images/motto.jpg

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@15:02 EST 12.7.2001 18 Million!

Just read a interesting tidbit to help you sleep at night:

There are 18 million potential delivery vehicles to covertly introduce a nuclear device in the United States. That's the number of cargo containers that arrive in the United States annually. Only 3 percent of them are inspected by U.S. Customs, and bills of lading do not have to be produced until they arrive at their final destination.

Nice! I knew there was potential, but fuck I didn't think it was this bad.

You can read the whole article here: http://www.newsmax.com/archives/articles/2001/12/6/162922.shtml

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@14:55 EST 12.7.2001 New Blood

I read this article on Wired a few weeks ago: http://www.wired.com/news/gizmos/0,1452,48575,00.html and ever since I've been obsessed with human/crocodile hybrid blood.

As you may or may not know, I love scuba diving and anything that could potentially increase my time underwater is a good thing. My only concern is if there would be a depth limit with this blood or not. It would suck being limited to only 20 feet or so.

I've tried to find info on how deep they can go, but I haven't had success. I'd also like to find out if they move around a bit underwater or just sit there. I could care less if all I was able to do after the gene therapy was hold my breath for a few hours and sit still in 10 feet of water.

I guess I could make money doing that shit though...imagine going to a fancy restaurant and seeing a big glass aquarium with fish and stuff and me sitting in there just chillin! Since it's a restaurant I probably would forego the speedo and stick with a wetsuit or something else. Plus with a speedo I'd have to wax my bikini zone, or so they say ;)

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@8:30pm EST 09.16.01 Essay

from the Seattle Times...

By Leonard Pitts Jr. Syndicated columnist


They pay me to tease shades of meaning from social and cultural
issues, to provide words that help make sense of that which troubles
the American soul. But in this moment of airless shock when hot tears
sting disbelieving eyes, the only thing I can find to say, the only
words that seem to fit, must be addressed to the unknown author of
this suffering.

You monster. You beast. You unspeakable bastard. What lesson did
you hope to teach us by your coward's attack on our World Trade
Center, our Pentagon, us? What was it you hoped we would learn?
Whatever it was, please know that you failed.

Did you want us to respect your cause? You just damned your cause.
Did you want to make us fear? You just steeled our resolve. Did you
want to tear us apart? You just brought us together. Let me tell you
about my people. We are a vast and quarrelsome family, a family rent
by racial, cultural, political and class division, but a family
nonetheless. We're frivolous, yes, capable of expending tremendous
emotional energy on pop cultural minutiae, a singer's revealing dress,
a ball team's misfortune, a cartoon mouse. We're wealthy, too,
spoiled by the ready availability of trinkets and material goods, and
maybe because of that, we walk through life with a certain sense of
blithe entitlement. We are fundamentally decent, though- peace-loving
and compassionate. We struggle to know the right thing and to do it.
And we are, the overwhelming majority of us, people of faith,
believers in a just and loving God.

Some people - you, perhaps - think that any or all of this makes us
weak. You're mistaken. We are not weak. Indeed, we are strong in
ways that cannot be measured by arsenals.

Yes, we're in pain now. We are in mourning and we are in shock.
We're still grappling with the unreality of the awful thing you did,
still working to make ourselves understand that this isn't a special
effect from some Hollywood blockbuster, isn't the plot development
from a Tom Clancy novel.

Both in terms of the awful scope of its ambition and the probable
final death toll, your attacks are likely to go down as the worst acts
of terrorism in the history of the United States and, indeed, the
history of the world. You've bloodied us as we have never been
bloodied before. But there's a gulf of difference between making us
bloody and making us fall. This is the lesson Japan was taught to its
bitter sorrow the last time anyone hit us this hard, the last time
anyone brought us such abrupt and monumental pain. When roused, we
are righteous in our outrage, terrible in our force. When provoked by
this level of barbarism, we will bear any suffering, pay any cost, go
to any length, in the pursuit of justice. I tell you this without
fear of contradiction. I know my people, as you, I think, do not.
What I know reassures me. It also causes me to tremble with dread of
the future.

In days to come, there will be recrimination and accusation, fingers
pointing to determine whose failure allowed this to happen and what
can be done to prevent it from happening again. There will be
heightened security, misguided talk of revoking basic freedoms. We'll
go forward from this moment sobered, chastened, sad. But determined,
too. Unimaginably determined. You see, there is steel beneath this
velvet. That aspect of our character is seldom understood by people
who don't know us well. On this day, the family's bickering is put on
hold. As Americans we will weep, as Americans we will mourn, and as
Americans, we will rise in defense of all that we cherish.

Still, I keep wondering what it was you hoped to teach us. It occurs
to me that maybe you just wanted us to know the depths of your hatred.
If that's the case, consider the message received. And take this
message in exchange: You don't know my people. You don't know what
we're about. You don't know what you just started.

But you're about to learn."

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@5:13pm EST 09.15.01 My Nightmare

The other day I woke up shaking. You see I had a dream or more accurately a nightmare. Below is a description of what I "lived" through during this hell my brain generated while I slept.

The dream started out with me sitting in a tiny garage type structure in Cambridge looking towards the Boston skyline. Not sure exactly what I was doing there, but I was getting dressed in my wetsuit for some reason. While I was doing that, I had the TV playing the news. I remember they had just announced that Logan airport had just reopened. I remember around this point hearing a few jets, but they seemed louder than they should have been. I decided to go up to the roof and see what the hell was going on.

As I got up to the roof I remember seeing a commercial airliner fly over head and crash into Boston! I was like "you fuckers, don't you dare do this again!!!!!" A few seconds later, I noticed a few more jets and they were just plowing into any buildings they could randomly! At this point I was joined on the roof by a lady (no idea who it was) and I remember trying to shield her view of the Boston skyline. Just as I turned my back to the city and was standing in front of her, I noticed a jet heading for our building. I was like "Oh shit!!!" I remember scooping her up into my arms (easy since she was only about 5 foot something) and running to the edge of the roof and jumping to the building next to us and running till I reached the edge of that roof. At this point it was about 15 feet to the ground, and without slowing my pace I launched us off the roof.

As we had started the jump down, I glanced to my right and saw the plane coming and it's wing tip just passed over our heads! As my feet hit the ground, the plane started to explode to my left and the shockwave picked us up and threw us. I curled into a ball as well as I could to cushion/protect the lady I was carrying. We slammed into a wall, and due to adrenaline the impact didn't seem to phase me at all. So I stood up and started running away from the flames.

The nightmare ended when I turned around and looked at the Boston skyline. All I saw were buildings on fire or gone, and still more planes all over just falling out of the sky.

I woke up right after that scene. After I woke up I kinda regretted having a brain that could generate such vivid and terrible images. The story above I wrote quickly without all of the detail in my dream....trust me, some of the stuff I "saw" isn't fit for print.

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@8:52pm EST 09.13.01 Moving

People that know me, know that emotionally I'm dead inside ;) But after checking this out, I had tears in my eyes. Also, note the two Palestinian women, then refer to my last post.

World Support

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@8:41pm EST 09.13.01 Restraint!

Ok, I know we all want blood....I know I do. But I think some people need to calm the fuck down! I'm talking about the people harassing, threatening, etc. Arab-Americans. I normally don't use that bullshit politically correct "X-American" but in this case it makes a point. I usually refer to anyone and everyone living in the USA, as a American. I don't use the Native-American, African-American, etc. to me you're a American, period!

Anyway, these people are living in the USA and as the saying goes they are innocent until proven guilty. Just because some crazy, cowardly fucks came into our country and killed and injured all of our fellow citizens, lets not go ape shit and attack our fellow Americans because their skin-color is different, their religion is different, etc. Don't get me wrong, if someone cheers and claps when they show the attacks, by all means unload all your anger on that sick fuck! But don't threaten families, and send bomb threats to their schools and other sick shit I've read has been going on.

We are the UNITED States of America. Save your anger for the true enemy.

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@12:05am EST 09.12.01 Holy Fuck!

I remember talking to a friend this morning about the plane that crashed into the World Trade Center. We thought it was a tiny propeller plane and we made a few jokes about it. In my mind I was thinking it was something goofy like the idiot that crashed into the Statue of Liberty a week or so ago. I then went into the one lunch room to get some water and saw that a TV was on with the news. Once I saw the pictures of the first tower, I was like "oh fuck, this 'crash' isn't some idiot." As I watched, all of a sudden the second jet came into view and crashed into the building!!!! At that point, I had to lean against the wall. I was just blown away.

I'm still pretty numb from all this. I've never been to the top of either building, but I've seen them many times on trips to NYC. I can't believe I never will again.

In terms of the dead and injured, I am in shock. Just thinking of all of the people torn between the choice of burning to death or jumping to their deaths is just fucking horrible. I almost lost it when I read about the man and woman who were seen holding hands during their jump. This whole situation screams for payback! If the USA just rolls over and does nothing, we'll be the red headed step-child of the world, which means a lot more shit of this nature.

Here is a pic of what we lost. I plan on being around long enough to see what grows in it's place.

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@8:05pm EST 09.10.01 Hot Shot City!

I was checking out my usual sites and came across some of the funniest posts I've ever read. These are user reviews of David Hasselhoff's Best Of CD. If you got time, I recommend checking them out by clicking here.

Oh yeah, and if you want a sample of this CD click here.

The song "Hot Shot City" is particularly good.

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@8:05pm EST 08.14.01 WarWolf Action figure

I was messing around with a few next generation search engines and I came across a WarWolf action figure! Sweet, now I just need to find the bastard!

Oh yeah, here are some links to the new search engines, if you get into that sort of thing. My cable is out, so I got nothing better to do:

Wisenut
Teoma
Lasoo
Vivisimo

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@7:10pm EST 08.14.01 A Real Jackass

Well, it's finally happened! The current American trend of blaming everyone/everything but the actual cause of the problem is taking root with kids and not just adults looking for a payout. I was just reading about the star of the MTV show Jackass, leaving the show to work on some movies. At the bottom were links to related stories. The one I clicked on was about this kid who was lighting his hand on fire and when he rubbed it on his T-Shirt it went up in flames and he got burned. Even the though the show strongly warns viewers not to try these stunts at home, this kid didn't listen. And this little jackass' attitude is that the show is at fault. Wake up kid!

If you watch a show and it warns you before each skit "Do Not Try This!" and you go out and do it anyway, the blame is all yours, and no one else's. Of course he now thinks the show should be on at 2-3am because kids like him are up at 10pm. Fuck that! Just because he was a jackass, doesn't mean everyone else should suffer.

Just for the record, when I was a kid, I did the exact same stunt as him...this was before MTV: Jackass was on the air. I also did a lot of other stupid things. The difference is, my mother wouldn't coddle me and tell me it wasn't my fault if I got hurt. She'd bandage my wounds and ask me "Hurts huh? gonna be a idiot and do that again? That's what I thought." The thing is, I thought of and did some pretty wacky shit, without the TV to give me the ideas.

God bless America! And I blame that kid for making me write this update! Where is my lawyer?????

Link to the article

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@6:55pm EST 08.11.01 Old Friends

The other day I started thinking about friends I knew in Junior High and High School. That thought process kicked in after I received a email from classmates.com. I forgot I had signed up with them a long time ago. So I logged in and started looking at some of the schools I attended when I was a kid. I ended up sending out a bunch of messages to old friends. So far I've gotten replies from about six people so far. They are spread out all over the place, Arizona, Florida and Illinois. Quite a few are married, been married, etc.

There are still a few people I hope I get in contact with. As always, I'll keep you posted, so stay tuned ;)

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@6:29pm EST 08.11.01 China vs. Taiwan

I've been reading a bit about China's preparations for their war games and it's made me wonder. They have moved a awful lot of troops and equipment to the regions that would make a very good jumping off point in the invasion of Taiwan. The main region Fujian has had all the roads to it's capital blocked to civilian traffic along with the roads leading south to the Dongshan Islands. They have been preparing for these war games since April and have said they were to simulate how the People's Liberation Army would "smash at anytime any plots by the Taiwanese independent separatists." Beijing has also stated that this will be their largest military exercise to date. Also their current fleet is mostly designed for amphibious assaults and support of troops after they land on the hostile shores.

I haven't read about Taiwan going on high alert or taking any precautions and what I have read, makes Taiwan's attitude seem along the lines of 'yeah, yeah, they do this all the time.' I don't know about you, but when would you attack? When your opponent is geared up and ready for you, or when they don't give a shit? I also haven't noticed the U.S. sending any of our fleets into the area either.

Of course, it could all just be harmless posturing. But given China's recent actions, I think it would be real easy for them to just go for it and take over Taiwan before the world could react. Of course they might hold off until the 2008 Olympic games are over and then strike. They wanted those games in the worst way and now that they got them, I don't think they would risk losing them.

I have a feeling we'll see what happens before the year is over.

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@9:18pm EST 08.04.01 Gun Range

Well, I got a chance to go to the gun range again. Man I love that place! Went up with 3 different friends this time and they all had fun also. The token lady (just kidding) in our group had never fired a gun before. After today she has fired guns most people never will. We fired a Beretta 9mm pistol, Desert Eagle .40 pistol, MP-5 submachine gun, AK-47 assault rifle, and a Benelli 12 gauge shotgun. Oh yeah, they gave our lady shooter some pistol that fired bullets so small, I was afraid I would poke my finger when I was loading the clip and draw blood. I have no clue what type of gun it was...it looked big and impressive, but I don't think it would do much as a defensive weapon.

We rented two lanes, and switched back and forth to try the different weapons. By far the favorite of the group was the MP-5. The only problem with it, is that it would go through a whole clip of ammo in about 5 seconds. I barely had time to snap one picture before they finished! I was hoping to fire a M60 on this trip, but unfortunately, they didn't have any of the special ammo for it :( Oh well, maybe next time.

There were a few funny moments. My buddy went full auto with the MP-5 on a new clean target. After the 5 seconds and the clip were used up, we pulled in the target. If the target had been a person, he would have torn the guy's groin apart. There were tons of holes below the waistline and nothing else on the target was touched. I looked at him and said "that what you were aiming for?" He's like "nah, I was aiming for the heart." At that point, I started laughing my ass off! Good times!

Oh yeah, go here to see pictures from the range.

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@3:42pm EST 07.29.01 Gallery Updates

I went in and updated the pictures in the galleries today. I was using the new .png format, but it didn't compress the images enough. I didn't realize this because I have a DSL connection at home and rarely surf using a modem. But my relatives are all stuck on modems for a bit longer so I gotta take that into consideration. Anyway, I converted all of the pictures to .jpg format and compressed them 15%. There doesn't seem to be any loss of quality and the files are a lot smaller now. Enjoy.

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@9:51am EST 07.15.01 Shark!

I got a chance to slip away one Sunday in Sydney to go diving. One of the consultants said he'd arrange it. So we traveled to Manly at around 7am and got ready to get on the boat that would arrive at any minute. Since things are done differently in Australia, you don't walk out on a pier and get on the boat. Oh no, you put on all your scuba gear and then swim out to the boat, then board and store your gear until you get to the dive site.

So we were standing around for about 15min all geared up, I had on my usual 3mm wetsuit and my big titanium dive knife was strapped to my leg. After reading all the stories about people getting chomped by sharks in Australia, there was no way I was getting in the water unarmed! :) Another group waiting for the boat, got a call letting us all know that the boat was broken down and if we wanted we could go dive with another group heading out to dive with Grey Nurse Sharks. I told Brian (the consultant) sure, let's do it! So we left our wetsuits on and packed the rest of the gear in his truck and drove south to La Perouse, near Bondi Beach.

Since I hadn't eaten anything since lunchtime the previous day, I was getting pretty hungry, so Brian pulled over at a small neighborhood restaurant so I could run in and get something quick. I was a little nervous about going in wearing my wetsuit. I just sucked it up and went in…it was pretty funny! I was thinking it was just a small place with 1 or 2 people, but as I walked in, there must have been about 15-20 people in there, and they all pretty much stopped doing whatever they were
doing and turned to check me out. Here I was standing in a tight-fitting black wetsuit with grey stripes and a big old knife strapped to my right calf! I just grinned and walked up to the counter and ordered a breakfast sandwich :)

So I got my sandwich hopped back in the truck, with Brian laughing his ass off, because he saw the people's reactions through the window. We drove down to the area where the boat would anchor to pick us up. After swimming out to the boat and climbing aboard we sped off to the dive site. Once we got there, everyone hit the water and went off to the cave where the Grey Nurse Sharks were supposed to hang out. They say there are usually 15+ of them swimming around the area. I had seen one of these sharks on my first dive in Cancun….or so I thought.

Since this was Brian's first dive in a long time, he was having some problems. By the time I got him sorted out and we descended to 40 feet we had lost the group. I made a best guess for a direction to the cave and we took off. At a few points, we got caught in some really strong currents. They would start off coming towards us and virtually halting all of our progress. I motioned to Brian to head towards some boulders so we could get out of the current. All of a sudden the current changed and started shooting us right at the boulders! I was like "oh shit!" but luckily before it smashed us into the rocks it changed direction again and halted us a few feet from the boulders. Whew!

By this point, I was a little disoriented but still had a feeling we could find the cave if we followed the drop off to our right. So we started off again, and came upon another pile of boulders and in the distance I noticed something kinda big moving in our direction. At first I thought it was a school of fish because there were a bunch of little yellow shapes zipping all around. I glanced at Brian and he made the sign for shark! I was like "Oh f*ck!" and turned back around as the shape got closer and yep, it was a shark with tons of teeth heading right at us! Luckily, it was moving slowly instead of aggressively, and I think it was just coming to check us out. About 10-15 feet away it veered off and started to circle us. I estimate it's size at around 6 or so feet. Not huge, but big enough when you are down there with it. It then dawned on me, that I had messed up. What they call a Grey Nurse Shark in Australia, we call a Sand Tiger in the States. I thought they were referring to Nurse sharks, which are harmless, Sand Tigers are also, for the most part, unless you get to close and piss em off. Sweet.
The nurse shark I thought we were going to see.

What we saw instead...yep, "that's what the diapers are for" ;)

Brian and I lowered ourselves down near the rocks and just watched the shark watch us. I checked and I had plenty of air left, but Brian was getting a little low, sigh :( That meant we might have to leave the "safety" of the rocks and head back to the boat soon. I wanted to wait at least until the shark took off before we headed back. Since most sharks attack from the bottom at things on the surface, that is the last place I wanted to be…but since Brian was getting low on air, we would soon have little choice.

After a few minutes the shark got bored of us and swam off with it's entourage of fish. It was wacky the way the school of fish would stay so close to the shark, we could barely see the back half of the shark, since there were so many fish. At this point I motioned to Brian we should start heading back to the boat. I was gonna try and get as close as possible under water before we surfaced. Of course we were still kinda lost so I checked my compass and made another guesstimate.

We swam for a few minutes then Brian's air got too low to continue and we had to surface. Shit. When we surfaced I looked around for the boat….couldn't see it. Once again, shit. Luckily on my second sweep I spotted it, it was only about 70 yards or so away. We started swimming towards the boat, but I tried to keep my kicks relaxed so that I wouldn't give the impression of a wounded animal on the surface and a prime target for sharks. We both made it back on board without incident, and I was already planning to schedule another dive for Saturday next week. Brian was planning on signing up with me…of course he's going to buy a knife before then ;)

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@8:14am EST 07.15.01 Pictures

Well, I woke up this morning and finally converted most of my pics to .png format and posted them to the site. You can find the links on the new Galleries page.

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@6:47Pm EST 07.09.01 Site REvamp

Well, I've been messing around with FrontPage 2002 and it has a lot of cool new features. Unfortunately, it also has a few bugs and issues with the way I have my site set up. So I figure what the hell, I might as well revamp the bastard and see if I can turn it into the site love built. Stay tuned...or not.

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@7:24am EST 07.08.01 Sydney Trip

During my assignment in Hong Kong I had to go to our offices in Sydney, Australia. I was excited to go, but after my experience there, I'm kinda torn. On one side, it was a neat experience, and on the other I worked my ass off, and my boss appears to think I just sat on the beach the whole time. I'll give you the info about my trip and you decide.

The initial plan was for me to go there for seven days and upgrade our two offices to Windows 2000 and move users to our new central Exchange 2000 server. So, I flew into Sydney at 6:30am on Monday and met a co-worker from our Bangkok office who was also there for a week. We went to the hotel and dropped off our bags, then went to the main office. Near the end of the day, I was super tired, so we grabbed some food near the hotel and crashed early. The restaurant we went to was pretty cool, it was called Phillips Foote (I don't know why either) and you go in and pick your steak from a cold display like you would at a butcher shop. So I picked a nice fillet and the guy put the raw fillet on a plate and handed it to me. I'm like "Uh, can I get it a little more cooked than that?" That's when I found out you cook your own steaks on the grill...cool! Of course since we were both tired, we were like "HURRY UP & COOK!" Once they were done though, oh boy that was some good eatin!

The next day we went back to the main office and I started making plans for the upgrade. Since the office was small, I figured I could wipe and reinstall the server overnight and then do the clients the next day. That would mean at least a 24 hour day....no problem. Of course that's when the problems began. There was a bug in the way my predecessor setup the NT4 Server and it made copying files from it extremely slow, long story short, I ended up working 43 hours straight before taking a 2 hour nap and then working another 12 hours. By this point, the country manager is like "Go to the hotel and sleep! I insist!" By this point it's Thursday or so (my whole time sense was shot by this point) and I still hadn't finished one office and I was scheduled to leave Sunday morning. The other office had twice as many computers, so you do the math.

I talked it over with the country manager and my boss and we decided it would be better to extend my stay another week. When Saturday rolled around, I decided to take a short break and went for a scuba dive (good story about this, I'll post it in a bit) in the morning. Then later that evening I went back to the office and worked some more. I also worked on Sunday. Monday was a Australian holiday, so I went into the office and worked. I used this time to plan my upgrade of the bigger office.

Tuesday I started that migration and it went a bit smoother but like the office, the slow internet connection made downloading patches and files a major time suck. By Friday I had both offices at about 90% in my mind and figured I could finish them remotely from Hong Kong. So I said my goodbyes and went to the hotel. I woke up real early on Saturday and started thinking about all of the minor things left to do. Then I thought about the fact that there was nothing really for me to do at our Hong Kong office, and the fact that either way they are paying for my hotel, so I might as well stay and work in Sydney, or go to Hong Kong and try doing stuff remotely. Considering my hotel in Sydney was cheaper and it would be easier for me to fix problems and sit down and train users on the systems, it was a no-brainer.

I called the country manager and talked it over with her and she agreed, and called the country manager in Hong Kong and let him know I'd be staying another week. Since I was planning on leaving, I had given back the keys to the offices, so I couldn't get in to work or use email, phone etc. I also had another dive planned with a co-worker for Saturday morning so I went on that, and then spent Sunday checking out some sites in Sydney.

On Monday, I went to our big office to meet with people there and go over the changes, and also to fix minor problems that had popped up. Then at lunch time I went to our other office to do the same. I did this all week, big office in the morning, small office in the afternoon. By the time, I left I had worked out all of the major kinks in the systems and things were running smoothly. I tried to get 2 dives in on the Saturday before I left, but the boat broke down, so I only got one dive in :(

I was pretty happy with the way things were running, but then I got the recall from my boss, saying I had to be back in Boston by the end of the month (a week). This was way before my assignment was completed, since there were still 4 or so offices left to upgrade. So I flew to Hong Kong for a week, packed up all my stuff and flew home.

So to recap, I spent about 21 days in Sydney, Australia a country I've never been to, but always wanted to visit. Out of those 21 days, I maybe had 5 days off to do some site seeing. Let's not forget that a bunch of those days I worked over 16 hours a day and some I didn't even sleep. Now I'm back in Boston, and have to consider the possibility I'm going to be fired. Fuckin Sweet.

Oh yeah, here are a few pics of me and Brian the consultant during our last attempt at a dive:

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@7:24am EST 07.08.01 Cell Phone Rant

I've been reading about a lot of this cell phone regulation lately. I can't say I disagree with it. As you may or may not know I just got back from Hong Kong and that place will make you hate cell phones big time! Everyone there has a cell phone, and when I say everyone I mean EVERYONE. You'll see kids around 8 years old with them and people all the way up to their 80s-90s. They all have one thing in common, their phones are set to ring at the highest volume and use the most annoying sound!

Also most users seem to have no concept of politeness. I don't know how many times I've watched people at restaurants answer their phones and chat away for 10+ minutes while their dinner companion stares around the room or their plate. Trust me, these aren't important business calls either. I've had it happen to me too the few times I've gone out with people while I was there. Normally I could give a shit if this happens, except they have the ring so loud it can drown out your conversation and then they usually let it play a lot longer than they should. Then once they get the fuckin thing answered they talk loudly....let me just repeat, LOUDLY! It's like you are sitting right next to them.

Another thing that pisses me off about cell phone users is that they'll slow way down or come to a complete stop to focus on their fucking phones. I can't count the number of times I've almost knocked someone over because they come to a complete stop in the middle of the sidewalk. Fuckers. Or even if they do keep walking it's at a snail's pace because their brains can't walk and talk at the same time.

I remember reading a article about pending legislation in Canada to install cell phone jammers in certain public places, like restaurants, movie theaters, etc. I hope it passes. Shit, I hope they make a portable jammer you can carry around yourself. I'd have mine on all the time. Don't get me wrong, I like cell phones but I hate the ignorant/inconsiderate users that think owning a cell phone gives them special rights. Just like some people with kids (but that's another rant for another day).

Before you think "he's never had a cell phone, so he doesn't understand" let me just tell you I've had a cell phone for a few years. In that time, I've done everything possible to be considerate to people around me. For example, my ringer was set to vibrate twice then beep if I didn't answer. Not all phones can do this, but all phones have a volume control. It goes up for loud, down for quiet, not so hard to figure out is it? Next try to find a place away from the crowd, so you aren't blocking walkways or disrupting people around you. If you're on a sidewalk, move next to a building or something, don't stand in the middle like a rock in a fast moving stream! Next is conversation volume. Talk softly, use a normal volume or even lower, the people on the other end will hear you usually. If they don't they'll tell you, if that happens raise your voice a bit. I've done all of these things when I had my cell phone, it's not that hard. Keep in mind it could save you injury and even your life.

Why do say that? Because so far we have, Road Rage, Air Rage, and I predict we'll be seeing Cell Phone Rage real soon. I can't tell you how many times I've seen murderous looks cast at the inconsiderate cell phone users in various places. I've even wanted to grab a cell phone from a user a few times and smash it against the wall. This guy had a high pitch ring tone that made fingernails on the chalkboard sound pleasant, and the fucking phone went off every few minutes and each time he would study the display to see if he wanted to answer it, usually he didn't. Not to mention he was in a meeting with 3 other people. Most people would turn off the ringer, or even the phone and check messages later...not this prick though. I finally, got up from my desk and took a early lunch....it was either that or let my Cell Rage loose.

Oh yeah, back to the NY legislation against use of cell phones in cars. The reason I'm for it is because as you read above, most people can't handle cell phones when they are walking, I doubt they could do any better driving. Maybe if people put more effort into governing themselves and making a effort to fix the problems above, we wouldn't need the Gov to step in. JMTC

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@9:17am EST 07.02.01 I'm Back Baby!

Well, my exile is finally over and I'm back in the good ol' US of A! (stay tuned)

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@11:45am EST 04.05.01

While surfing some of my usual sites, I found a interesting link that figures out your temperament. I went through the whole thing which was short and painless, and was surprised by the results. As I read through the Description at the end that explains me, I couldn't help but laugh at a few of the points. They nailed me exactly!

Anyway, if you got the time go take the test: here

And if you're really bored, read the results of my test: here

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@10:13am EST 04.05.01

It's been awhile since I posted a update. Wasn't really on planning this one, but I felt I should put down my thoughts on this whole US/China spy-plane thing.

First lets look at what details we know so far. First, supposedly our plane was in international waters and the two Chinese fighters flew out to intercept our plane. One of the Chinese spokesmen even mentioned this happening in international waters. Ok, so we've semi-established that all of the planes were in open airspace.

Now let's look at the aircraft themselves. Our plane is a big heavy slow moving plane with 4 propellers. Their plane is a small agile fast moving fighter with twin jet engines. Now how many of you really believe our pilot purposely tried to run into their plane? If you think it was intentional, put down the bottle of glue and beat the shit out of yourself. Have you ever actually been on a plane?

If you have you might have heard of a little thing called turbulence. Most of the time it's random, but it can be caused by other planes flying close by and creating turbulence for the planes behind them. As an example, when Boeing 747s take off and land, they have to make other planes wait a little longer than normal since the plane causes a lot of turbulence in the air. Usually planes are stacked so that they can land one after another at two minute (not sure of the exact time) intervals. When a 747 is involved they add another few minutes to the interval to allow the air to settle down.

Ok, now that we established that, lets look at where the planes hit each other. Our plane had damage to it's nose and one of the propellers, while the fighter supposedly had damage to it's rear. If this is true, the fighter was flying in front of our plane and probably causing some turbulence behind it. While a fighter isn't as big as a 747 it is still capable of disrupting the airflow behind it, making it harder for any planes behind it to maintain control. This would also effect the plane in front to a certain degree, if the fighter was close enough to hit/be hit by our plane, I have to imagine things were a little bumpy for both planes.

Also, think about the fact that you are on a plane up a few miles in the air. Are you really going to try bumping another plane and falling out of the sky? What kind of stupid shit is that????? I don't think either pilot was trying to hit the other, since they both probably realized how fucking retarded you would have to be to do something like that.

In my opinion, it was just a bad accident. I think the fighter jockey tried buzzing our plane and some turbulence fucked up a maneuver that would have been a good story for both pilots if they hadn't collided. You and I both know that back at base, both sides would have told the story. Chinese side: "today I buzzed a American plane, I got so close I could tell what color the pilot's eyes were..." American side: "some hotshot buzzed us so close today, I could tell what color the pilot's eyes were...

Instead, the two planes collided, and the fighter went into the sea, while our plane ended up in the wrong hands. Now the US crew is being held hostage for the ransom of a apology. And the fighter pilot is MIA. They say he parachuted from his plane, if that's the case, I see a few scenarios there. First he hit the water and passed out and drown, or second he hit the water, inflated his vest and was picked up. If he was picked up, why hasn't China said so? you ask.

For any number of reasons. If it looks like their pilot was killed, they get sympathy instead of hostility for holding our crew hostage. It'll also help stir up their people so they'll support the Chinese leadership in any action they take. Yadda, yadda, yadda.

Mark my words, once things are settled, the pilot will make an appearance. Just my two cents.

Update: Interesting article and another

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Yep, Hong Kong

Well, I'm officially in Hong Kong now. I've been here for about 3 days...I think. I'm still trying to get used to the date time change. While it's 10am Saturday here, it's 9pm Friday back home. I'll be here for another week or so, then I'll be flying home for a bit. Then I'll be hopping a plane back to Hong Kong and living here for a few months.

Considering this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, I splurged and picked up a digital camera. During my stay here I hope to record my adventures via words and pictures. I'm going to try and post daily crap on this page (like I always say I'm going to;) and more in-depth stuff in the new section I created called the Hong Kong Chronicles.

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Drunken Quotes

Since alcohol brings out the best in most people I've decided to share some of the best quotes I've heard when I'm out drinking. I'll probably put these on a separate page at some point once I get enough. I'll try to give credit where credit is due, but since these happened when alcohol was involved, that's not always possible.

"I like this music.....It's good for fighting." - WarWolf
response to a question about the latest Britney Spears tune playing during a party.

"What is this? It looks like a Battered Women meeting." - J-Man
comment about the quality of women at the bar we were at.

"Hey, you look like Delta Burke before she got fat!" - WarWolf
believe it or not, but this was meant as a compliment. Luckily the woman I said it to, knew that Delta was a hottie when she was younger and only ballooned up when she got married.

"Good Christ I'm a mess....I don't know whether to scratch my watch or wind my ass" - Grumpy
a classic from Grumpy's past

"It's Long Island Thursday!" - WarWolf
fake event to get people drinking Long Island Ice Teas. Can substitute any day of the week to meet your needs.

WTF! I can't think of any others, I had a bunch yesterday, but then I went out drinking last night, and my melon is empty now. Oh well, once my friends remind of some, I'll post em. Toodles.

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Hong Kong or Bust!

On Friday my old boss (OB) asked me if I wanted to move to Hong Kong, China. As always my first response was to start laughing and ask "are you serious?" When he told me he was serious and that I should think about it, I've done nothing but think about it since. I've been compiling a Pro and Con list and so far I haven't really found any Cons that will make me turn down the offer. Here's the list I've come up with so far

Pros:
It's Hong Kong!
It means a big raise
It's a promotion
Holy shit, it's Hong Kong!
No girlfriend to leave behind
I'll be setting up a new "hub" office

Cons:
It's Hong Kong!
Gotta give up my apartment
Gotta give up my DSL line I went through so much trouble to get
Leaving my friends

At this point I'm thinking of sub-letting my apartment with my computers and DSL line. I'm thinking I should be able to get pretty much the whole amount I pay for rent and utilities. Plus the location is great. We'll see though.

In terms of moving to Hong Kong, it should be a great adventure. Not only will I be based in Hong Kong, but I'll also support all the other offices in the region: Korea, Jakarta, Japan, Thailand, and Australia. In terms of the promotion piece, it sounds like once they make the office into a hub like our offices in Boston and Amsterdam, I'll take on a manager role and build the IT team there. Of course I could be way off, since we haven't really sat down and worked out all the details. Ok, enough of this post, now I'm going to post the fun one ;)

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Two posts in one day?

Yeah, yeah, I know but I had a lot of stuff I wanted to share with you, and I'm not ready to go back to bed yet. If you haven't read the post below yet, do so now since I might reference it....or I might not. I don't plan ahead when I post this stuff, but I don't want you getting lost ;)

First up is a link to a site that had me laughing my ass off: Prisoner's Dictionary check out Drug Charge and Cell Gangster, two of my favorites. My teammates and I are in a competition to see who can use the most prison terms in a day :)

I'm still working on my Top 10 page and Rant page. Neither page is complete yet, so relax, most likely it'll get more harsh and filthy before I'm done ;)

It looks like I'll probably be working on Christmas, which is no big deal since I hadn't made any plans. The only problem I have with working that day is the fact that the restaurant downstairs at my work won't be open, so I'll either have to pack a lunch or buy something the day before. Of course if I have enough work to do, I'll switch into my machine mode and probably not eat or drink anything all day until I get home.

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Woohoo! Just finished my laundry, that means the rest of this Sunday is for finishing this post, taking a long nap and watching the Simpson's!

Oh yeah, lot has happened since my last post. First in keeping with my usual December schedule, I lost my current job. I hadn't really noticed the trend until my mother pointed it out, but it seems all the bad shit in my life happens in December. I've been unemployed 2 or 3 times, spent 10 days in the hospital for a nearly fatal blood clot in my lung, and Christmas is in December....let's not forget Christmas ;)

Actually, I have nothing against Christmas, X-Mas or whatever the hell you want to call it to remain PC nowadays. It's just in my family we've never been big holiday fans. To us it was a day off and that was that. Sure we would go to my grandparents house for lunch or dinner and crap like that, but it was mostly about kicking back and relaxing for me. I'm a firm believer in vacations being for relaxing....not going here or there and sticking to a schedule, so that when you come back, you're more tired than when you left.

Anyway, back to the whole job loss thing. I woke up on Monday morning and headed into work semi-early, since there were a few things I wanted to get done before everyone started calling me for support. The funny thing was I had chosen to wear one of my polo shirts with the company logo on the breast. Yay Team! A short while after the 9am start time, I hear my boss bellow my name across the room. You never know if it's good news or bad until you reach his office. He's like "come with me", so I was like "sure, but if you need me to carry something I can't help ya, I pinched a nerve or pulled a muscle in my shoulder" to which he replied, "no, it's nothing like that."

So we started walking away from his office, and I noticed the new head of the IT Support group for our parent company was with us. Even though I didn't officially work for him, I still respected him and followed his orders when required. Since he's been with the parent company he has accomplished a lot, mainly helping IT Support focus on computer support (which we are trained in) and less on stuff we aren't. Remember my rant on supporting phones a long time ago? Gone! He got rid of that stuff and gave it to the company that supplied us with the phone system in the first place.

Anyway, back to my firing. The three of us finally found a room and we all sat down. That's the thing I love about my current boss (at the time), he doesn't beat around the bush. He basically told me that they needed to trim costs, and that they didn't need a full time IT Support person. First thing that popped into my head was "Shit that $1 I have in savings isn't going to last long!" A few seconds later though, he told me that they liked the work I had done and that they didn't want to totally lose me. So what they had planned was to move me back over to the parent company to replace another guy they were going to let go that day.

At this point, we all got up and headed out. My old boss (yep, I transferred allegiance that quick :) asked me to move all my stuff down with the other IT Support guys by 1pm. I was semi-stunned as I walked back to my desk, but then I remembered my $1 in savings. So I sat down and fired off a quick email to my old boss about the Salary Review I was supposed to get after I finished a major project. He replied that I should talk to my new boss, so I went downstairs to see him.

When I first arrived, we spent time discussing my new role and which departments I was going to support. It was a lot! It seemed I would get 3 or 4 new departments, and semi-support my old company on top of that. So by my quick calculations, I went from supporting 70-80 people to 300-400 plus, Nice! ;) To make matters worse, the new departments are in a shambles due to the lack of quality support from my predecessor. Daunting yes, impossible no.

The only problem was my old boss going on the assumption that they didn't need a full time IT Support person. He based this on the fact that I didn't get a lot of support calls. That isn't because computers are suddenly trouble-free, it was because I performed a lot of preventive maintenance to keep things running smoothly. It also allowed me time to work on more intensive projects, like the email server (which still needs a lot of work), domain layout, and the full migration to Windows 2000. Another problem, was the assumption that even with all the new departments, I would still have time left to work on these major projects for my old company.

At this point, I don't think I'll have my new departments in shape until February at the earliest. That is including working lots of weekends, and taking a lot of trips to the other offices. I discussed all this with my new boss for awhile, and then I brought up the Salary Review. I gave him a number of reasons why I should get a increase: more responsibility, more traveling in the future, more experience with major systems that will benefit the company, reliability and flexibility, etc. He said he would discuss this with my old boss and get back to me.

I explained to him that while I loved the job, spending every day worrying about finances is distracting. Don't get me wrong, I'm not living a life of luxury, I'm actually trimming my monthly costs, but it still seems that the day after payday, I'm broke and hoping the next paycheck arrives soon. I think part of the reason is that I took a pay cut when I started at this company. That is fine if the rest of the world doesn't keep moving onwards and upwards in terms of price. While I went backward, my rent and other expenses kept moving forward. I have even talked with a friend that runs the restaurant in the building about working part-time at night as a cook. Considering my main job requires that I be on call 24/7 and frequently work late hours, it pretty much screws any options for earning extra cash. It's a classic case of Damned if you do, Damned if you don't.

Holy hell, I really need to update this page more often, writing novels like this really kicks my ass!

Chapter 14: So this past week I've been working with my new departments. On Tuesday, I sent out a email introducing myself and asking them to send all their support requests to me and any outstanding issues. I clicked Send, and then leaned back in my chair. I barely reached the "full recline" position you get on a airplane, when I heard the chime of incoming email. I looked and I had 5 new Task Requests already!

These requests ranged from the standard, "help my keyboard doesn't work right" to the painfully comical, "4 months ago I asked for this..." or "I sent this request to your predecessor 3 weeks ago..." Man I was in it deep. My current task list in Outlook scrolls off the page! Every time I mark one as complete it seems I get two more....sweet.

After my first week, I've started to get things rolling in the right direction, thanks in no small part to my teammates, who have helped me out a lot. Thanks guys, and someday when I'm not broke, I'll have to buy you all a drink. That'll probably happen around the time we have our IT Support Kickoff ;) (private joke, you'd have to work with us to understand it)

Ah what the hell, I got time!

It is a tradition at this company to have a yearly kickoff trip for each department. This used to be the case for IT Support. One year they went to Iceland, another to Costa Rica, etc. January will be my first full year at the company and we have yet to go on a single trip. We have been promised one since April, and still haven't gone. First we were going to be going to Miami, but that didn't happen. We then were told we were going to Malta and that the tickets had already been issued, nope, no tickets and no trip. Recently there was talk about going to Jamaica but that got nixed also. Needless to say, the IT Support Trip has replaced "when hell freezes over" for us. When people bring it up in context, you never know if they are tears of laughter or sadness ;)

To add insult to injury, every other department has gone somewhere or done something. Meanwhile, IT Support keeps things running smoothly, even though most of us are underpaid, and under appreciated.

posted by WarWolf at 4:40 PM 0 comments

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Once again, I haven't kept my promised frequent update schedule. There are a number of reasons for this. The major reason was the fact that I switched my DSL service and that brought my server down for a few weeks. Another reason was a major project I had at work. Lets see now, which one is more (cough) interesting. Ah what the hell, I tell ya about both.

First lets talk about my DSL install. For about 2 years I had DSL service through Epoch Internet. They provided terrific service and support, the only downside was that it cost a shitload of money. This new service is a lot cheaper, it's saving me about $200 a month. What really sucks, is the fact that I'm still broke a day or two after payday.

Huh, damn, thought I would have more to say on that subject, guess I was wrong.

My other bit of news, was a major project I was working on at my job. At my company we were sharing a Exchange 5.5 server with our parent company. While this wasn't a bad thing, it was kind of a pain in the ass. My company had needs that couldn't be met by Exchange 5.5. So my boss gave me the edict "setup a Exchange 2000 server."

Considering this software is pretty damn new, no one I knew could tell me much more than I could tell myself after loading it on my home server and playing around. It's a lot easier and way more powerful than Exchange 5.5 if/when everything goes well. Needless to say, if everything went smoothly (which it didn't) I'd have the server up and running and everyone moved over during a two-day weekend.

I had originally planned on doing the switch over in early October, but I didn't have all the pieces I needed. I was waiting for a server (major need there) and some quiet time to work out the logistics. As I said earlier, this product is real new and not many people know anything about it. I scoured the web and newsgroups to learn as much as possible about Exchange 2000. I was going to buy a book but unfortunately, the fact that I'm broke all the time nixed that option.

So I called on my mastery of trial and error and got to work. After a few weeks of preparation I was ready to do the migration over the long Thanksgiving weekend. I would go in on Thursday, call the network guys from the parent company and have them do some routing tricks so any email coming in would forward to our new server. After a few hours of them trying to get that working, I decided to go for the easier solution I had recommended earlier, which was to switch the outside DNS to point to the outside address of the new email server. After I did that, I had to wait a few hours for the change to propagate throughout the world. At this point it was about 11pm or so, so I went home.

Early on Friday morning, the change still didn't go through so I hung out at home and messed around with my computer and every few minutes I would check to see if the DNS change had gone through. When it finally did, I thought "woohoo! it's all downhill from here!" Boy was I in for a big fuckin surprise! I had told my boss that there was one thing I couldn't test before we actually switched the DNS, and that was receiving Internet email.

So here I was, I had a brand new email server, that wouldn't accept incoming email from the outside world. I could send emails to other users on the same server without a problem, and I could send messages out to the world, but I couldn't receive anything from anybody not on the server. Hell I couldn't even get messages from our parent company in the same building. Why are you so cruel lord???????

So I feverishly tried to solve this problem from home as best I could, when finally I decided to try the IT Support secret weapon, the Reboot! To accomplish this, I had to head into the office. So I hit the shower, got dressed and raced into work. Rebooted the server and still couldn't get external email. I got ahold of the one of the network guys from the parent company to see if he could figure it out. After trying for a few hours he was at a loss also. I hit the web, newsgroups, tea leaves everything trying to figure this shit out. My only saving grace was the fact that my boss was in London so I didn't have him breathing down my neck making things worse. Unfortunately at times he goes for the duct tape solution, but that isn't my style. If you're going to do something, do it right. The parent company's network is full of legacy duct tape solutions and they are paying the price daily. My nice new network, done properly from the beginning is working real well. (Pat on the back? Don't mind if I do).

I finally figured out the problem, and man was I ready to kill someone at Microsoft. The problem was found under a setting for Exchange 2000 called Internet Message Format. In this area is the Default format icon, when you open the properties for this it asks for the "SMTP Domain" I had put in the format: 'companyname.com' Makes sense right, my company's SMTP domain is companyname.com. So after trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with the server, I came back to that piece. I was comparing my home server to the one at work, and I noticed at home instead of the format: companyname.com I had *

Once I put a * in the box, bingo mail started flowing in like the Mighty Missisip! One fucking asterix was all it took!!! I mean what the fuck, instead of having a generic "SMTP Domain" in that dialog box, put in something that kind of explains, that that is for incoming domains. After reading the newsgroups I noticed tons of people having the same damn problem, and we all are looking at DNS issues. I'll have to make sure I post my findings when I get the chance.

By the time I got incoming mail working, I was behind the schedule I had set for myself. At this point, I had been up since 7am that morning and had my first food since the previous evening at around 6pm or so I was surprised to find myself full of energy. I figured what the hell, I want to get this project finished on time and ready to go for Monday when everyone comes back to work. So I pulled a all-nighter I caught about a hour or two worth of sleep on the couch in our rec. room over the 24 hours I was in the office, and the 36 hours or so that passed from that Friday morning til I got home at 7-7:30pm on Saturday night. Over this period all I had to eat was half a pepperoni pizza and some crazy bread from Dominos. I also downed about 3 cans of Dr. Pepper.

I was kinda surprised I wasn't more fucked up staying up all that time and eating so little. I'm not a "gym guy" or into any kind of regular exercise. At most I'll pop in my Navy Seal workout tape for a few days during a year and bust my ass trying to keep up with the instructor. Last time I did it, I made the mistake of gulping a ton of ice cold Gatorade in the lull between abs and legs. At the end of the tape I felt the burn, and got a little nervous since I kinda liked the pain I was feeling. All of a sudden, I had that little voice in my head pop up and say "walk quickly and calmly for the bathroom, now!" Good thing too, since I puked my guts out. I've been afraid to do the tape ever since.

Whoa! Helluva tangent there eh? Anyway, back to the main story. I had been up about 26 hours or so, when I had to run down to the server room. As I was waiting to catch the elevator back up to my floor, I was surprised to find that it wasn't on my floor. I was like "who the hell is in the office at this hour?" All of a sudden I hear the ding! of the elevator and the doors open. In the center of the elevator floor is a little brown mouse, sitting there looking at me. First thing I thought was "hmm, guess my mind is going from lack of sleep, there is no way a mouse is in the elevator" So I kinda stood there for a second or two, then I asked the mouse if this was his floor. Nope, no answer, must have been a real mouse. As I got on the elevator, he scampered off towards the 5th floor kitchen area.

Hmm, just looked at the clock. It's 12:35am as I'm writing this and I have to get up early tomorrow. That's it for this post. I was planning on setting up two new sections on the site today. The Rage Page and my Top 10 list. Not sure what will go on either, but I think the list will be of people that get on my nerves (you know who you are) and the Rage Page will go into detail about the number one person on that list. We'll see though :)

posted by WarWolf at 4:40 PM 0 comments

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If you read my last post, I ended with "If I survive, I'll post the pics and details in my next update." Well I survived and I have the pics and details if you feel like reading on.

On Sunday some friends and I went up to New Hampshire to a shooting range. Yep, you read right, a shooting range! I bet some of you now think I'm the devil or some kind of psycho military wannabe or some shit. Blow me. Just because I went to a gun range and rented different types of guns and shot at some paper targets, doesn't mean I'm going to go to my local Post Office and shoot the place up. As the saying goes "guns don't kill people, people kill people, and stupid people kill themselves." End of sermon.

On to the fun stuff. I woke up on Sunday (the lord's day ;) and met some friends and we drove up to NH. The ride was going well, until Mapquest once again (story for another time) pooch screwed the directions! So instead of arriving around noon-1pm like we planned we got there a hour late. The range was located on Gay Street, off of Queen City Ave. The irony of a gun range being on/near these streets wasn't lost on us and provided tons of entertainment. At one point we ended up on Dixwell Street, which we pronounced "Dick Swell." So here we are looking for guns on Gay street, driving down Queen City Ave. and making a turn onto "Dick Swell." Funny funny stuff, of course if you don't find it amusing, I'm going to play my "guess you had to be there" card.

Finally after 3 phone calls to the range for help, we finally made it. Now I've been to gun ranges before, but even I was a little blown away when we walked in. It was like that scene from Terminator when he's buying guns...they had everything! I had a agenda though. I'm a big fan of the movie the Matrix and I wanted to try out that pistol the Agents used. It's called the Desert Eagle, and it makes Dirty Harry's .357 revolver it's bitch! I also had heard they would let you rent machineguns. So I wanted to fire one of those.

As we looked through the cases at pistols, I didn't see the Desert Eagle :( but I did see the Beretta which was another pistol I wanted to try. They also had a few MP5s on the wall which I wanted to try, but later. Right now I wanted to fire the pistol for a bit to get back into the swing of things. After the guy behind the counter gave us a briefing on the safety features of the pistol he took us into the firing area. We hung our paper target and took a few shots to warm up. While I was firing the Beretta, the other guys had gone and rented two more pistols and another firing lane.

I soon got bored with the pistols and went back to the counter, time for a machine gun. As I got to the counter I said to the guy, "I'd liked to rent the suppressed MP5, please." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the customer next to me kinda jump with a 'what the fuck...' look on his face. Priceless :)

The guy behind the counter gets the MP5 off the wall, and walks back to me and asks, "ever fire one of these before?" It was my turn to have the 'wtf' look on my face. I replied "Uh, no." So he ran me through the basics of loading it, and how to turn on the safety and the different firing modes. The selector had the following: safety, single shot, double shot, full auto. Once I saw full auto, I smiled and looked at him and asked "can I get TWO boxes of ammo?" I should have asked for four, since that's how much I used up.

So he led me out to the firing range and watched as I fired off a few shots. After I fired my first shot I thought the gun was jammed. That shot barely made any noise (I had ear protectors on) and didn't recoil perceptively. I then checked the gun, but it wasn't jammed, so I fired again. Same thing. I was like "holy shit, no wonder the world's elite counter-terrorist squads use this gun!" I then switched to two shot burst and fired...now I felt a little kick, but not much. The guy saw I was ok and headed back inside to the counter. At this point I said "rock and roll" and flipped to full auto! Wow! I went through the rest of the clip in seconds! All anyone could really hear was a weird muffled sound and ching, ching, ching sound of the empty shell casings hitting the floor. Once I was done I looked up to see people from the other firing lanes looking at me to see what the hell I was doing since the noise was so strange. Heheh :)

As I was reloading, my buddy came over with a big empty shell casing. He's like "what fires this?" I told him I didn't have a clue. At that point I thought he dropped the casing and went back to his lane. As I had another buddy setup in my lane firing the MP5, we both hear this fuckin super loud BOOM! We look at each other with the standard "WTF?" face. My friend who asked about the big empty shell casing comes running over laughing his ass off saying "You've got to try this!!!"

We go over to his lane and there it is, he had found the big Desert Eagle pistol that the Agents from the Matrix had used. He shows us the bullet the gun fires and holy shit was it big! He's like, "try it, try it!" He didn't have to pressure me, I was ready to give the thing a try. So I loaded it up, and took aim at the target. He said "watch out it has a kick." I pulled the trigger and the gun recoiled so violently it almost bent my arm back and over my head! Holy fucking shit that thing had a kick! Of course at this point I busted out laughing since it was so damn ridiculous! It took us a long time to shoot off all the ammo for that gun. By the end we were all sore.

Before we left my buddy arranged all the guns nice and neat on the table (forgot the Beretta) so we could snap a pic of what we shot that day. All in all it was a fun day and we definitely plan on going back at some point. I told a bunch of people about our adventure and it sounds like we'll have a large group going next time.

(I didn't post the names or pics of my friends, since I didn't want people to vilify them for shooting guns. I on the other hand could give a shit what people think. I know guns aren't evil and I have fun trying to get the center of a paper target)

If you want more entertainment, check out this movie of a guy firing a un-suppressed MP5. I didn't get flame from mine :(

posted by WarWolf at 4:39 PM 0 comments

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Well quite a few things have happened since my last update. I took a few days and flew down to Cancun, Mexico for some scuba diving. This trip was a total impulse one. Donal (Irish intern where I work, who is now back home) and I were talking one day about scuba diving in either Belize or Cancun. Next thing I know we had tickets, a hotel reservation and very little time to get ready.

Our flight was scheduled for Saturday morning, so of course we got hammered out of our minds on Friday night. I think I got home around 3am and had to wake up at 5:30-6am to get ready to go to the airport. I was still pretty hammered which made getting ready kinda fun. I spent quite a bit of time just laughing at stupid shit I was doing. For example I went to hop in the shower and I had a mental flashback to when I bought my wetsuit. It's not the buying part that's funny, it's the fact that when I got home I tried it out by filling the tub with cold water and climbing in :) Imagine a 6 foot guy in a black wetsuit sitting in ice cold water in a tiny tub and you'll see why I was laughing my ass off.

Long story short, I made it to the airport, Donal made it and we both made it to Cancun. The first thing we did after checking into our hotel was hit the beach. As soon as we jumped into the ocean we both surfaced with a "what the fuck" look on our faces. The water was so warm that it felt unnatural. I started looking around for some kinda power plant with run-off or something that would explain why the water was so damn warm. I guess it really was the sun since I didn't see any evidence otherwise.

We went back to the room showered, changed and headed to the restaurant for some dinner. The first thing that happened when we looked at the menu was we panicked. It listed all the food and the prices. I saw a burger for $60, a milkshake for $38, etc. It took a few moments to spot the "all prices are in Pesos" down at the bottom. Whew!

The next day our scuba diving adventures began.

Scuba Diving Day 1 (No Name & Aristos):

Arrived at the dive shop, filled out the paperwork and picked up our rental gear. Since I didn't have a lot of experience in the water at this point, I wanted to work on my skills. I chose to wear my thick wetsuit even though I only needed a thin one since the water is so warm. No big deal really, since I just need more weight on my belt than everyone else. At this point everyone was asking for 10-12 pounds of weight, so when I got up to the window, the look on the guy's face when I said "40 pounds" was priceless!

The first dive spot was a short boat ride which took us right by our hotel (still couldn't see what was making the water so warm, even from this vantage point). This first dive was going to be 60 feet max. We all got suited up and jumped into the water one at a time. Another funny moment was when we started putting on our gear. I looked around and most people were using rental fins. These are the fins I remember from when I was a kid. They were like those old baby blue fins I used to use in the pool, but now they were black and a little more comfortable. I then pulled my fins out of my gear bag and they were almost twice as long as the rental fins! These were also brand new fins that had only been on the market for a few weeks (I had my pair sent directly from the factory). As I jumped in the first thing I realized, was that the current was STRONG! I luckily caught the guide rope in my left hand before I shot out of range. I then noticed a weird feeling on my right foot. I looked and saw that my fin strap had come loose and that I was in the process of losing it to the current. I reached down quickly and cinched the strap tight and then grabbed the rope with both hands and started my descent.

I was amazed at how tightly I had to hold onto the rope and also the fact that I could clearly see the bottom. It was so clear that I didn't think it was really 60feet below, until I saw the divers that went before me...they were tiny! At that point I realized I wasn't in Kansas anymore. At the bottom the current was practically non-existent. Everyone in my group made it down safely and the dive master took us on the tour of the reef. We were 10 minutes into a 30+ minute dive when I looked at my air gauge. We were supposed to surface when we reached 1000psi in our tank. I was at 1100psi! I was like "holy fucking shit, how did I go through that much air already???" So I swam up to the dive master and showed him my gauge...his reaction was pretty much the same as mine :)

At this point, I thought we would swim around for a few more minutes (till I hit 700psi or so) then surface. The dive master had another plan. He made the signal that meant we would switch our gear. As we started the switch I was calm and collected. Then the realization hit me, that I'm 60 feet underwater with no oxygen tank holding my breath! As soon as I got the dive masters tank on and was breathing air again, I was thinking "now that was pretty kick ass!"

We continued our reef tour and joined up with another group from our boat when a 5 foot nurse shark swam up looking for a hand out. As the dive master from the other group gave the shark pieces of fish he had, we all got a chance to pet the shark....cool shit! The shark's skin was very rough like a high grit sandpaper. Once we surfaced we had another funny moment. Donal asks the dive master the following: "Was that a catfish?" I burst out laughing and the dive master just smiled and said "no, that was a nurse shark." It was a honest mistake, but since I grew up in Pennsylvania near a river with tons of catfish I knew there was no way that could have been one, hence my great amusement at the question.

At this point the captain fired up the engines and we headed for the second dive site for that day: Aristos. Not too much different from the first dive site, but still it was another chance to go below the surface. There was a large grouper fish that kept following me and checking me out...yep I was flattered :) After this dive we headed back to the dive shop and made plans for the next day. We made arrangements to shoot down to Cozumel island for the day.

Scuba Diving Day 2 Cozumel (Santa Rosa & Paradise Reef):

We had to get up a little earlier than normal to meet the dive master who was going to drive us down to Cozumel. It would take about 2 hours or so to get to the boat that would then take us to Cozumel island. Donal and I rented a underwater camera for this trip since Cozumel has a reputation for fantastic scenery.

Our first dive that day took us down to 85 feet along a reef wall. It's the most incredible feeling floating over the edge of the reef and looking down and seeing nothing but the wall going down into the depths. You feel like you are flying and that at any moment you'll fall, it's a weird sensation. Donal had the camera on this dive and snapped a few shots:

The dive master on this dive also had a professional camera setup and snapped a few shots. This is one of me swimming through one of the tiny reef tunnels:

I definitely plan on going back to this dive site again....it was incredible!

Our next Cozumel dive was a shallow 40 foot reef dive. Lots of fish and other things to see, but most of the time was spent just wandering around aimlessly taking pictures:

The dive master also snapped another shot of me, and Donal the bastard swims right in front of the camera! :)

After this dive we headed back to Cozumel and had lunch at a local restaurant there, real good food and I even drank a ton of the flavored water they serve there! Yep, I live life on the edge. We then hopped the ferry back to the mainland and then took the van back to Cancun.

I was beat after we got back so I crashed for a few hours while Donal chatted up the local Irish contingent that happened to be in Cancun. When I woke up we went to the local shopping mall and handed in our film to one of those 1 hour photo processing places then went to McDonalds for some chow. Big mistake! Right after I finished my burger I got pretty sick, we got our pictures and hightailed it for the room. Just as we left the mall it started raining. I didn't care I just wanted to get back to the room and a little rain wasn't going to stop me. Donal on the other hand pulled a delicate flower routine and wanted to hang out under a awning until it stopped. I said "seeya at the room and ran like a crazy man for the room." About 20 minutes later Donal comes in soaking wet saying "rain didn't stop." I just laughed and ran into the bathroom again :(

Scuba Diving Day 3 (C58):

Our last day of diving and I still feel like total shit. The first dive for today sounds awesome! We are going to be diving a 200 foot long Mexican Navy freighter that was sunk to make a artificial reef. As we take the boat out to the dive site, I spend the whole time trying to keep my insides under control. The deck of the wreck is at 80 feet and the bottom is at 100 feet. From the surface we can look down and see the deck clearly...goddamn I love the clarity of the water in Cancun!

We suit up and head down. Once we reach the deck the dive master signals us to hold onto something. At first I didn't comply because there didn't seem to be a reason to hold on. Next thing I know I'm sliding across the deck, so I kick like a demon against the current and find something to hold onto :)

Once our group is all together the dive master launches himself off the deck over the side rail and heads down to the bottom and the rear of the ship. Once again I get the feeling I'm flying/falling as I dive over the rail in pursuit. We swim down under the stern of the ship by the giant propellers and rudder then come up to a open cargo hatchway on the port side of the ship. We then enter and take a tour of the ships innards. I think to myself, "Yep, wreck diving is fun!" After the inside tour is done, we swim up a stairway to the deck again. We then swim to the bow of the boat and as we peek up over the edge, we get hit with that strong current again!

I was tempted to do a cheesy imitation of the scene from Titanic where the chick holds her arms out while standing on the bow, but the current is too strong and no one has a camera to capture it anyway :( We then spend a few minutes swimming around the bow and then head up to the control room and play around in there for a bit. Then it's time to surface.

Once on the surface, I feel like crap again. To add insult to injury the waves have picked up a bit so we are getting tossed around a bit. As soon as we reach the next site I'm puking my guts out or as I told everyone "I'm chumming the water for ya, so you have a better chance to see some big fish!" :) I passed on the last dive and just fell asleep on the boat. After a hour or so we headed back to the dive shop.

The next day we got on a plane back home and two weeks after that I was able to keep things in my stomach for more than a few minutes. I still plan on heading back to Cozumel again, the combination of warm water that is crystal clear and incredible underwater scenery can't be beat!

Well, I'm off. Heading up to New Hampshire with some friends for some off the beaten path type fun. If I survive, I'll post the pics and details in my next update.

posted by WarWolf at 4:39 PM 0 comments

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Woohoo! I still have a job! Not that I really thought I would get fired over my last post, but ya never know, ya know?

In other news, I'm now scuba certified. This was something I wanted to do for a long time. The main thing stopping me was money. Money for the gear and money for the travel. Luckily, I now make almost enough to pay for this new hobby. I say almost because I get "creative" with my finances. Actually, not creative, more like healthy denial :)

Anyway, back to the main point of this post....Scuba Diving. I went to Hawaii way back in 1986 or so. The hotel I was at offered a scuba day trip. All you had to do was a quick lesson in the pool, then hop on the boat and go to the dive site. At the time, everything seemed perfectly safe. Now that I've had real training, I realize all of the ways I could have ended up dead.

First we dove as a group instead of buddying up and making sure we always watched out for one another. Once we hit the water, the group followed the dive instructor. I on the other hand did my own thing and followed at my own pace. The water in Hawaii is very clear so they were never out of site, but if anything went wrong I would have been on my own.

The second problem was the depth I went to. Currently the recommended maximum depth is 130 feet (39 meters) for recreational diving. Even then it's recommended that you don't go below 60 feet until you complete a xAmount of dives. Anyway, while I was off doing my own thing, I started following the reef slope down. I remember looking down and the reef just sloped down into darkness. I did two things at that point. First I looked at my depth gauge and saw that I was at 100 feet. Second I started using my overactive imagination and freaked myself out! I imagined all kinds of sharks and sea monsters coming rushing up for that darkness and turning me into a snack.

At that point, I headed back to the group. Even though I was scarred for life by the movie Jaws, when I finally did see a small reef shark, it didn't even phase me. I just watched it swim around for a bit then lost sight of it. I then stayed near the group for the rest of the dive and survived the whole thing despite my stupidity.

After that I was ready to move to a nice resort and be a dive instructor myself. My title at work is Network Engineer, so you can see how that dream panned out :)

Fast forward to the present. I started taking scuba diving lessons at East Coast Divers. These guys are great and I learned a lot during my training. Phase 1 training consisted of two classroom sessions and 4 pool sessions. Phase 2 training was diving in the ocean up in the Cape Ann area of Massachusetts.

I breezed through the 2 classroom sessions and only had trouble with calculating the dive tables.

Scuba diving is what they call a equipment intensive sport. To get all the equipment you'll need can easily run you $2500. That's for everything though, including air tank, buoyancy compensator (BC), regulator, etc. But the good thing is you can rent all of that stuff.

posted by WarWolf at 4:38 PM 0 comments

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Holy Sh*t a Update!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know it's been awhile but I've been kinda busy. As I mentioned in my last post, I had a few more interviews with that company. Well I ended up getting the job and I was right, the company rocks! I work there in the IT Support role and unlike most companies, you really do get to try/learn everything. So ice up the toilet paper because this is a long spicy post!

Since I like to share so much, I've broken down the company by Pros and Cons. Let's start with the Cons shall we?

Cons:

One of the major drawbacks to the job is that we have to support the phone system. I hear you out there going "oh boohoo" but trust me, supporting our phone system sucks. I have training/knowledge/experience supporting computers not phones, but consistently phones are the biggest time wasters of my day. When there is a problem, it's never something straightforward, it's always some obscure issue that sucks a hour or two out of my day. Don't get me wrong, I'm not some old guy stuck in my ways, I'll gladly learn new things. But our current system in no way parallels or takes advantage of my computer skills. To add insult to injury, the office I work in has 500+ employees and 7 IT Support guys, meanwhile our office in Bogotá has 1 support guy and a DEDICATED phone guy for 20+ employees.

The second and last Con is something that just came up recently. First a little background. As a IT Support guy, I'm called on to fix computer problems. Sometimes these are problems on computers used by CEO's, finance people, human resources, etc. And sometimes the Word or Excel file is one that lists sensitive data, like people's salaries, and crap like that. In most cases, I have established a trust with the people, so they don't get worried about me taking the info I see and making it public knowledge. Also, being in IT Support means I have access to servers and most importantly the email server. Knowing the passwords to these servers means I can easily open up a users mailbox and read their email without them knowing it. But as I said above you develop a trust and part of that is not reading people's email without their knowledge. I also have a moral issue with it as well.

Anyway, back to the Con. Recently to do my job I needed to change my access rights so I could create/delete public folders from our email system. As I looked at the way the existing rights were setup, I set mine up exactly like my two bosses, and a guy that isn't part of IT Support, but supposedly needs these rights. A few days later, I get a email from one boss accusing me of changing my rights so I could read peoples email. Needless to say, I got more than a little pissed. At one point I told them if they didn't trust me to fire me on the spot. As mentioned above, if you don't trust your IT Support guy you should get rid of them, since they have access to everything. They didn't fire me so I took that to mean they trusted me and that the access rights thing was a big misunderstanding.

Now here is the real kicker, after having them accuse me of reading peoples email it seems they are doing it to me. Kinda hypocritical don't you think? While I don't have 100% irrefutable proof, I have enough evidence to give a strong impression that my email is being read by them. What's the evidence you ask? Here ya go, I send a tiny application to a guy (and only that guy) in another department. He replies that it doesn't work correctly, before I get a chance to fix his problem, he gets a reply from one of my bosses with a suggested fix. He swears he never sent a email to my boss asking for help with the problem.

Another time, I was getting a reprimand for not checking the status of our servers and one of the comments sent my way was "you didn't have time to check the server, but you had time to send so&so a email about..." Again, these are a few of the things that lead me to believe I'm being monitored. If they are monitoring me without telling me, who knows who else's email they are reading.

Now on to the Pros of the company. Yes there really are Pros, and more than enough of them to put up with the two Cons above.

Pros:

The first Pro (strange as it may seem) are my two bosses. At some of my past places of employment, I had the old "do as I say, not as I do" type of managers. These are the type that would give you a last minute project that had to be done before you went home, then they would take off early that day instead of staying to help out or answer questions. So you stay til 1am and get it done, only to come in 5min late the next day and get a reprimand for showing up late.

But the two guys I report to here, rock! These guys consistently lead from the front. They'll give you a assignment that you think totally sucks and makes you think you are being punished for something. But then you finish it and head out the door at 10pm or so. You figure you'll swing by their office and leave a note that you finished (and get points for staying late ;). Surprisingly enough they'll be sitting there plugging away on a project that makes yours look like a cake-walk in comparison. The next day you'll come in to find they pulled a all-nighter to get it done. They are also the type of managers that back you up. What I mean is that while they may occasionally beat you up a bit, they won't tolerate anyone else doing that to you. Group Hug guys! ;) [update: it's been suggested that this Pro is a Cover Your Ass (CYA). That is total bullshit, I really do respect these guys. It's only the email monitoring thing that pisses me off about them.]

The next Pro has to be the rest of the people working at the company. You'll be hard pressed to find a company this big, that still seems like a tiny little startup. Just about everyone knows one another and even if they don't they'll still include the stranger in their reindeer games. I have yet to run into anyone in my daily duties that totally annoyed me. I can't stress enough how cool everyone here is. [update: my "totally annoy.." comment above has met some skepticism. It's true though, no one totally annoys me, but there are a ton of people who partially annoy the hell out of me ;) you know who you are]

Another Pro is the opportunity for travel. When I first started I was scheduled to go to our Barcelona office for a week to setup the LAN there. Unfortunately, the trip was cancelled at the last minute when we found out the internet connection wasn't in place. Another time I was semi-scheduled to move to Sweden for 3+ months to help out there because they were shorthanded. That fell through also :(

I did finally succeed in going to Bogotá, Colombia though for a week to setup that office. It was the first time I traveled internationally and it was a great experience. (I'll talk about Bogotá more in another post, and yes I'll post it in less than 7 months)

The building we are in is a Pro also. Part of the company philosophy is not to have cubicles. So no matter where you go, you won't see little gray walls, instead you'll see large team rooms with views of the outside. They also don't skimp on the seating, everyone has those high priced ergonomic chairs that feel great when you sit on your ass all day :)

There are quite a few more Pros I can list, but I'm worn out from typing all of this stuff. Come back shortly (no not another 7 months) and I'll try to get some more stuff up here.

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Well, I've had two more interviews at that company I mentioned in my last post. Both of them seemed to have gone really well. The more I hear about this company the more incredible it sounds, I have yet to hear any downsides to it. This is the type of job/work environment people dream about....I hope the dream comes true for me! After all this time, if I don't get this job it would be a terrible blow. I've had a few calls about other jobs, but in comparison I couldn't even consider them.

In other news, I received the final Windows 2000 (W2K) CDs from Microsoft. After I got them, I wiped my server's hard drives and did a nice new install. Everything went smooth, no weird errors, crashes, etc. I then did a clean install on my workstation. Same thing, smooth sailing on the install. I've only had a few weird things happen so far. I can't run the Open GL screensavers without them crashing out to the desktop. I think its probably due to the beta drivers for my Matrox G400MAX video card.

As I was testing out my USB scanner (which works great in W2K) I figured I would scan in some photos from my past and share them with you :)

Before I give you the link, I figure I should preface these pics so you don't think I'm a total freak. Most of these pictures are from what I refer to as my "Summer of Drunkeness." This is the summer I spent in New Hampshire after I moved back from San Diego. I hung out with my friends from high school at their rented beach house. Basically we all worked during the day and drank all night. Actually I was the only one who worked at night, I worked as a bouncer at a bar called Tequila Jack's. Most of my time was spent drinking for free there though, since the manager would take pity on me because my friends were having fun while I watched them from my post, great guy! :)

This bar usually had cover bands playing and a wandering photographer, and it was this guy that took all of these pictures, since my friends and I could barely think let alone take pictures!

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Woohoo! Had a great interview today for a kick ass company! It has everything I am looking for, great co-workers (only met one so far, but he's pretty cool), good work atmosphere, plus I get to work with current technology, and also get to learn a bunch of new stuff. They encourage people to expand their knowledge, which is pretty damn cool.

Hopefully I'll hear something in the next few days one way or the other. Of all the jobs I've interviewed for, this one is the best! Keep your fingers crossed! :)

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I HATE GIGEX!!!!!!!! I think any company that uses Gigex for their demo downloads should be taken out and shot! For those of you who don't know what Gigex is, let me explain. Gigex is a company/service that guarantees downloads. You usually download a tiny executable that you then click and it connects to their server and starts the download. It will resume the download if you lose your connect and stuff like that. So far it sounds cool right?

Its cool until you actually have to use it, then you end up pissed and frustrated cuz you can't download the latest game demo you have been waiting for! Out of the 3 or 4 files I have tried to get from Gigex, I haven't had one successfully download. Case in point the new MechWarrior 3 demo. Tried downloading it at work and at home. The work one sat their for 20 minutes trying to connect to the server, while the home one connected on the first try and started the demo...then hung at 93% of the 36MB download. I figured I would go play some X-Wing Alliance while their servers cleared up. I needed to reboot into 98 from the safe confines of NT, so I figured since Gigex can resume downloads from lost connections, I could shut it and then resume at a later time. Imagine my surprise when the piece of shit wouldn't resume!

I finally gave up on the Gigex download cuz I knew sooner or later other sites would post the demo...hopefully bypassing that Gigex POS! Few minutes ago I found the demo on Gamespot and it took less than five minutes to download.

From here on out I am boycotting Gigex! Not exactly sure what that means, but I"m pissed! Hopefully playing a little MW3 will calm me down :)

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Are you politically correct? If yes, stop being a mindless sheep! I just read a speech Charlton Heston gave at Harvard and it sums up that mentality very well. Heston's Speech

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Still love IE5! Man am I a nerdling or what? I keep trying to find websites to go to just so I can use it....man that is pretty lame :)

Went to the bank and Post Office this morning. It was kinda funny. A few months ago I used to walk that way to go to work, but my new job has me walking in the opposite direction. Anyway, I used to pass this gorgeous lady every morning on my way to work. She reminds me a lot of Julia Roberts. My teammate at my old job used to give me shit all the time because I would never say anything to her. Don't know why, but I just couldn't get up the courage to say anything.

The funny thing is that I haven't seen her in months, then on the one day I have to go to the bank in a long time, who do I run into? That's right! My dream girl! So what do you think I do? That's right, I make my deposit and haul ass outta there! Just call me the king Nerdling! Don't get me wrong, I can usually strike up a conversation with women at bars and parties and stuff...but I'm out of my element at the bank or on the sidewalk. Oh well, someday.

In other news, I'm trying to convince my friend to start a endurance racing team with me. The only thing stopping us is we don't have a spare sportbike to convert to a racebike, a pickup truck to haul it to the track, leathers, and a ton of disposable income ;) But I'm confident that once we overcome those problems, we can do it!

I've also been reading a lot lately. I just read the latest book by Richard Marcinko - Rogue Warrior: Option Delta. This guy just kicks ass, and shows how to be a true leader. I also read Charlie Beckwith's autobiography. This is the guy primarily responsible for the creation of Delta Force. Its a good read.

Last night I just finished Elizabeth Moon's - Once a Hero. Its another good book. It starts a little slow but the last half had me glued and I couldn't put it down.

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HOLY SHIT! I finally got Internet Explorer 5 downloaded and installed and man does it rock! The install went without a single problem (except the actual download, seemed like everyone was downloading it) and the reboot went fine. I have been running the IE5 beta for a few months now and I was totally expecting the final to freak out and trash my system because of that....color me surprised!

My favorite feature so far with IE5 is the Radio. Just the other day at Best Buy, I was looking at getting a radio to listen to music at my desk. I'm so glad I didn't piss away the money for one now! Yeah I know Real Player lets you tune into radio stations, but Real Player makes it a real painful experience. Just as you get into a song Real Player gives you that frickin "net congestion" message. So far I have been listening to the IE5 Radio to WFNX a local radio station for about 6 hours now and I have yet to have one interruption in my feed. Like I said, DAMN IMPRESSIVE! Oh yeah, this isn't a shitty mono signal either, its in stereo. It looks like its only using 1-2Kb/sec too, so even you modem guys should be rockin.

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Man this week has been so damn hectic at work! So much stuff is going on, but luckily a lot of it is very cool.

As I mentioned in my last post, I have been on a total Star Wars jazz. It finally peaked on Saturday night when I watched the Trilogy in one sitting. The only time I moved from the couch was to switch tapes or to answer the door when the pizza guy arrived. Sure, I could have gone out trying to find the girl of my dreams at some bar, but damn, I had Princess Leia ;) Sure she wasn't to smokin in the first two movies, but c'mon in Return of the Jedi when Jabba made her put on the dancer-suit, she was rockin!

The other advantage of not going out is I woke up the next morning, with money in my wallet, and no strange food purchases from my drunken walk home :) Don't judge me! You know you have done it too! You know what I'm talking about. The bar closes and you start the walk home, all of a sudden you get a craving for a 7/11 microwave burrito, or beef jerky, or pumpkin seeds. Hell I remember one time waking up with 2 large pizzas. One on the pillow next to my head (guess I wanted it to be comfortable) and the other sitting on my chest. Those two pizzas made for a great breakfast/lunch/dinner combo the following day.

Not too much else to say right now, so I'm gonna sign off. Later.

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Not too much going on this week. I've been on a Star Wars kick though. I am on a mad quest to purchase a FULL suit of Stormtrooper armor. I have found 3 sites that sell full suits, and holy shit they look so kickass! One guy has Star Wars stuff and other cool stuff from other shows/movies. The other guy has some really cool stuff, but it comes in a kit, so I would have to put the finishing touches on myself, but he also has the lowest price I have found. The main reason I want the armor so much, is cuz chicks will dig it ;)

I also found a kick ass site for replicas from other cool Sci-Fi movies. Its at: Sci-Fi Replicas man, that pulse rifle from the movie Aliens is real tempting! So is the Predator mask from the movie of the same name. Anybody have a ton of cash they aren't using so I can buy a ton of this stuff?

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Well, first day back at work, after a 5 day weekend. Oh yeah, it was as fun as you can imagine. The highlight of my day was when a package arrived for me. You will never guess in a million years what was inside! Go on, Guess! Alright, inside were two replica helmets from the movie Star Wars! I had forgotten I ordered them in a moment of boredom, with a recently cashed paycheck sitting in the bank.

The Tie Fighter Pilot helmet is pretty kickass, but is a little too big. The Stormtrooper helmet is pretty cool, although it is waaaay too small :( Oh well, its not like I was going to sit around wearing them all the time right? ;) Here are some shots I ganked from the manufacturers website

Pretty sweet looking ain't they? I am thinking about picking up the better quality versions at some later date, but for right now these things are pretty kickass just to look at. If anyone out there feels like doing some Star Wars skins let me know when you get them done. I would gladly run them on my server. I'm thinking one team would be Stormtroopers=Light armor, Boba Fett=Medium armor, and the Dark Trooper from the game Dark Forces would represent the Heavy. For the opposite team, use your imagination...I don't care, the rebels never did anything for me (well, except the time Princess Leia dressed up as one of Jabba's dancers ;) the Stormtroopers were always my favorites! Time for bed, trying to decide if I wanna wear one of the helmets to bed or not. Just kidding folks, I'm whacked, but not that whacked!

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Well, I have today off. Planned on doing a bunch of stuff I have put off for a long time. Namely, cleaning my apartment, doing the dishes, etc. Well, I got out of bed around noon, and just jumped into Tribes to check something, next thing I know its 3pm and I still haven't done anything! You know what the kicker is? I feel like taking a nap now!!!

Oh yeah, a interesting new bug has shown up on my server. Every now and then, stuff will disappear. One time it was a inventory station, another time it was the whole damn hallway object on the Tiny Avengers map....it was like blink: OUTSIDE!!! Both teams dropships were still there, the pyramid was still there, etc. But they were floating above the ground. Weird stuff.

Check out my War World site for info on the latest tweaks I have made to my server. I have tweaked the Medium Armor and renamed it: Strike Armor. But its more than just a name change ;)

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Well, I finally finished Monolith. This is another map that people either love or hate, just like Prisoner of War. I also finished Tiny Avengers....this is one of my favorite maps so far. It is so kickass running around ant-sized. I keep expecting a mouse or spider to show up at any minute! Its a cool feeling.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot. I redid the Blood Horde custom skins .vol file. It now includes the logos for the Flag and buildings. Looks pretty damn sweet!

Still having the problem with the server restarting every now and then. I had hoped it would be fixed with the Tribes 1.2 patch, but if anything, it seems worse :(

Well, I am off to bed, dog tired.

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As you can see I tweaked the site....again! The last one just wasn't doing it for me. I like the minimalist approach personally, so this version reflects that. You came for info, not flashy graphics right?

Hows this for info: A bunch of us in the Server Corps. are planning a mini-campaign for next weekend or the following. Once we get the details worked out I will post info here and on the main Tribesplayers message boards.

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Work in Progress

I'm still working on the new look and feel for the site that anger built. What you see right now, isn't the final look. This is just some crap I threw up to make the site look like someone uses it.

Over the next week I'll get the new look up and running, so we can get back to business.

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Test Post

Test of this Blogger system, which seems to work a-ok so far. Just gotta tweak the colors and layout. Still messing around with it.

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