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Friday, May 29, 2015

Tell me... is that a gap in your teeth or do you have a watermelon seed stuck?

Holy shit!

You know...

It never ceases to amaze me these days how many "famous" people have gaps in their teeth.

Some of them, understandably, grew up poor and probably weren't able to have them fixed.

Others, I don't understand.

Myself, I had some bad "crowns" put on my front teeth and I went till I was almost 25 years old when I finally got them replaced with real crowns.  My original "crowns" were stained horribly and were not worth showing anyone.

Now, when I'm looking at the headlines in the news at various "stars" & "celebrities", a bunch of these idiots have real large gaps between their teeth!

WTF work hard as hell on your body when your teeth look like a fucking hillbilly!?

Seriously...
  • Do you keep the gap so that you can sluice your tobbakkie juice without much effort?
  • Are your fucking jaws wired shut to keep you thin and you use the gap to drink from a fucking straw?

Often (more than often), I read through some of the celebrity websites' headlines.

This I do for multiple reasons:
  1. Hey, it's like reading an obituary.
    1. I like to see if any of the actors I like or grew up watching are dead.
      • Jack Lemon, Walter Matthau & Robin Williams' death actually shook me up.
        • Unlike that bastard Leonard Nimoy with his fucking Spock ears and finger thingy he does.
    2.  It's like gossip and it's fun to see who killed their career.
  2. My family loves movies and it's nice to be able to chat with them about what future movies actors are going to do.
  3. Hugh Jackman is a hunk!
  4. Kardasians might be the trashiest and weirdest fucking family in the world, but the girls do have nice figures to look at. (I have never seen the show... only pictures)
  5. Ummm...
    • Wolverine is a hunk?
      • Or does that fall under Hugh Jackman being a hunk?
 Well, I suppose...

As for the follow up on the fucking tooth gap thing...
  1. If you're rich, it doesn't matter what people think, right?
  2. You're just a freak in the first place, and there's nothing you can change about it.
    • Steve Buscemi
    • Mike Tyson
  3.  You're a model or another person with a good looking body.
    • Most people don't look at your face anyway.
    • Paper sacks don't discriminate against the poor or rich.
    • If you're ugly, you're ugly and a paper sack still works.

    Wednesday, May 27, 2015

    Love in an elevator... Loving me up as i go down..... Zzzzzz

    The past few days I've been more crabby, sarcastic and meaner than usual (with everyone that's not my family).

    Last night, if people paid attention and listened to me, I'd probably started a fight.

    Today when I got up, things were awesome and a few hours later I realized I was in a pleasant manic state...

    Unfortunately, this dropped back to my nasty state again and I was actually feeling aggressive beyond control.

    Months ago, I told myself I wasn't going to take Seroquel because it messed with my body pressure...

    Today, I took it anyway.

    Did it help me emotionally?
    Yes.
    Did it mess with my body?
    Hell fucking yes!
    I took one tried to work a little bit more, then went to pick up my daughter from school.

    Sitting there waiting for her I fell to sleep.

    Not a just little bit, almost a stupor.

    I had a bit of a time getting alert enough to drive us home.

    Luckily, speed where we live is about 25mph, so driving slowly didn't look out of the usual.

    When we got home, I went to bed and slept about 6 hours.

    Now I'm trying to wake up some more and might spend the entire night awake.

    Lord knows I am not taking that stuff again!

    I just feel sick right now

    In the throws of my minor mania this morning, I bought some candy and what not.

    Ate quite a bit of it all at once, being the fat fucker that I am.

    That didn't make me feel sick alone... I don't think.

    My energized state moved into a hugely nasty mode.

    Now I was pissed and really agitated.

    After a while, I realized that I needed help, so I took a Seroquel.

    Now I feel nauseated and really fucking sleepy.

    We'll have a gay old time! (Without the same-sex-ness)

    Actually, not a gay or happy or pleasant time...

    We're going, extra, Extra, EXTRA, EXTRA MANIC!

    w00t!

    Being manic can be the greatest fucking thing in the world!

    Yet...

    It can also be really hard to deal with.

    Seriously, when you're manic, you're ability to control inhibitions is severely limited!

    Last time I got this way, it was near fucking impossible to stop for weeks.

    Today, I don't feel that it's going to last very long.

    Also last time, I missed my medication for 3 or 4 days in a row!

    I only missed my medication last night.

    As I laid down last night, I continued reading the Mortal Engines books, and read until almost midnight.

    Then decided to listen to a radio show, and kept falling to sleep during the show, so I pulled off the headphones, and tried to sleep.

    Eventually I fell to sleep and slept pretty damn deep for the first time without any medical sedation. (sleeping meds, pain pills, or benadryl)

    Now I feel pretty damn wonderful.

    Perhaps this is how normal people usually feel?

    I don't always wake up excited and ready to do things!

    Maybe reading the Mortal Engine books is what's keeping me going...

    Once I got started on those, I realized that this author wasn't sugar coating the characters, going too deep into romantic relationships or into the technology of the books.

    You should totally check out those books, and be amazed at how things turn out.

    In the books, not everything is sunshine and roses, and I like it!

    Even though, in the first book one of the sweetest characters doesn't make it, so I was pretty damn shocked...

    Yet, it was a relief that this wasn't a picture book type of story.

    And!!!

    No fucking Vampires, Werewolves, Wizards, Witches, Knights, Warriors, Aliens, Fantasy, Shit, etc.

    One of the lead characters is fucking hideous looking and goes completely ape shit sometimes.

    I don't know if the author goes cruising around the web looking for information on his books, but I really like them!

    I loved him in Christmas vacation!

    Last night, Big Miss had her last band concert for the school year last night.

    I was sitting on the low bleachers, because I am tired of climbing, then having problems trying to climb back down.  My knees pretty much only go one direction.

    Across the gym from me, standing all night, was a person that I recognized, but I didn't register in my mental database of people I met.

    Well...

    I recognized him just as we were leaving...

    It's Griswold's boss from Christmas Vacation:

    Pretty cool, huh?

    Here's the REAL kicker!

    I watched him a bit more, mostly because of who he was with.

    It appears that he's the husband of our CPA!

    So, I'm going to send her an email sometime and tell her I loved her husband's role in Christmas Vacation!

    Tuesday, May 26, 2015

    Why can't she be sick some place else?

    It never seems to fail...

    Whenever I'm either feeling a bit down or want to really listen to music loudly, Ellie is home sick.

    Some of my music she hates, but she doesn't understand that I'm working or feeling and really want to do this.

    My office door is closed 99% of the time.

    When she's in the bedroom, I close that door too.

    It just never seems to fucking amaze me how much I resent that she's home when I'm trying to work.

    I can understand during summer break that they're all home when I'm working...

    It just seems to piss me off whenever she's home on a sick day.

    Yesterday, on a holiday, she just pissed me off.

    She was out getting her nails done, and when she returned, Little Miss and I were shopping on Amazon to let her use the $50 gift card from her birthday and playing games on her Kindle Fire.

    Well, Ellie flipped out and went ape shit because we weren't outside working on our day off!

    Just pissed me off to no fucking end!

    So, it seems that I need to take days off during the week, whenever I'm feeling OK to do things...

    The problem with that, is whenever I'm feeling good like that, I usually have a shit load of things from work to do.  So taking the day off just isn't feasible.

    I need/want to build a box around my old 12v power supply so that I can protect everyone from shock and install some power supply posts for better usage.

    For years & years, whenever I needed to use it for various things I had to manually solder in the wires, instead of using banana posts or clips, etc.

    Well, I have a power bar with 6 sets of power posts on it.

    It's actually a great thing to have.

    The other option, is to take the "project" power supply I got from another HAM and get it working, so that I can have it to use too.

    This other power supply has 35 Amps available instead of 10 Amps.

    Either way you look at it... 10 vs. 35 Amps is pretty awesome power, and unless I'm trying to run some serious radios & power, I don't need anything beyond the original 10 Amps.

    My "new" radio, which is actually an older 2 meter radio, only needs 8 Amps to run at 50 Watts of output.

    50 Watts of output is a butt load of power for 2 meter!

    If I lived in a flat area, this would be awesome, because I could be able to communicate with someone 50+ miles away...

    Well, anyway, I should probably build and install another antenna at the house here, because I want to be able to use my original Baofeng and this new radio at the same time...

    Well, not transmit at the same time, but to listen/scan with them at the same time without manually switching antennas.

    The Baofeng can be tuned way up/down the frequency range it supports and transmit on pretty much every frequency.


    Friday, May 22, 2015

    You call that an antenna?

    MY FUCKING FEET HURT!

    SORRY TO KEEP BITCHING ABOUT IT!

    They fucking hurt!

    It's been a real pain the ass the last week or so.

    At work, I was given sole responsibility over the Linux part of our application.

    Coding for it isn't hard.

    What's been a HUGE pain in the fucking ass has been getting the fucking .NET libraries statically linked up for use on a 32-bit system.

    64-bit systems!?

    That's a piece of cake!

    Their fucking stuff works for it.

    When trying to utilize their shit for 32-bit, it fails.

    I've setup about 4-5 different Linux servers & workstations from RedHat 6.5, 5.5 Fedora 16, SUSE, in both  64-bit & 32-bit.

    Not only have a become a fucking ace at running installations, I also know how to use "yum" pretty damn well too.

    Although... I think Linux, in many ways, is limited in its current configuration for getting software, drivers & other components fully operational without either half assing it or leaving it "working", while it could be "excellent".

    It reminds me of the mentality of some of the guys in India I worked with.  They would get things "working", but never really beyond, "it works".

    When I've worked on new technology and components, I not only show them that "it works", "it works and brews you the best, fucking and damned best coffee in the fucking universe!"

    This let down process, while I am getting experience from it, it a HUGE let down.

    Seriously, after over two weeks worth of work, I don't feel that I'm any closer to getting the fucker ready to go.

    Like Edison... I know a lot of ways to "not make a light bulb".

    FUCK my left foot HURTS!

    It's actually fucking throbbing and pulsing!

    I took 3 of my "comfort/break through" pain pills.  Only because the fuckers really don't do a fucking thing!

    Gosh fucking damn, am I in a fucking, fucked up, fucking mood. (There... 4 fucking times in a single fucking sentence and it makes sense... at least to a fuckhead like me!)

    Being in this mood, or rather before I got to this extent, I was going online to finally setup online access for our Bank Account(s).

    You get asked shit like, what's your SSN, bank account, phone number, birth date, how many pubic hairs does it take to wrap around your pecker... (*snicker*  that one actually make me laugh out loud)

    The point about the damn online Bank access was that no matter how many times I put in the CORRECT information the fucking thing wouldn't work.

    So, Ellie called them, and while she was on the phone I went and laid down.  (I was already getting to this pissed off state.)

    Unbeknownst to me, I got a call on my cell phone from the fucking bank person about my account, and to get  a paper so that I can setup my fucking online account.

    I didn't want to deal with it right then, but the bitch on the phone felt I should have it...  Fuck her...

    So I was polite, got up, got a pen and paper, and wrote it down.

    Then after I hung up, I tried to go online with the bastard thing, and it was still fucked up.

    I figured WTF?

    I'll get the checkbook..

    Again...

    Unbeknownst to me Ellie's friend Sally showed up, and wouldn't shut up enough so that I could talk to Ellie about it...

    So I just tossed the checkbook to the table and went and laid down.

    Now here I am sitting in my fucking chair in the office, because I didn't want to try and write up all this shit from my cell phone.

    So take that you dumb fucker!

    Thursday, May 21, 2015

    I couldn't sleep very well. All I could smell was my woody...

    Yesterday, I called the local hardware/lumber store and got prices for 1"x4"x8, 1"x6"x8' boards in cedar & pine.

    They had a tight knot cedar, which the lady on the phone said, in her opinion, was stronger than regular pine.

    As part of my regular routine, I picked up Big Miss from school, then we went on various errands.

    Stopped at the pharmacy, dropped off refill requests.

    Went to health food store for more Rhus Tox & Belladonna. (30x strength)

    Then we went to the hardware store, bought 100' of a para-cord like rope, 4-20' pieces of 3/8 rebar for me to weld up tomato cages, and 6 of the 1"x6"x8' cedar boards.

    On the way out of the lumber yard, I realized I needed food for my birds, Bender & Fry.

    So I stopped at the feed store right across from the lumber yard.

    Then we went back to the pharmacy to pick up the Rx, and then went home.

    We unloaded the car, and I went back to work and Ellie went shopping.

    After I got frustrated trying to get the damn freakin'  code to build the static i686 library I needed, I went and cut the boards for the bed frame.

    I bought the boards because, after sleeping on the new mattress for a few weeks, I realized my original estimated strength of the 1/2" cedar paneling wasn't good enough to handle a 26" span.  The paneling was dipping between the spans and making my back hurt, which affected my sleep... really badly.

    So these 1"x 's were bought to span the 26" span, and basically create smaller 7 1/2" spans for the paneling.

    These cedar boards are what is called S1S2, which are supposed to be planed on only one broad side of the board and both edges.

    Since these weren't going to be visible, I just cut them and installed them without any finish.

    Well, in the middle of cutting the boards, I realized that instead of being 1"x6", they were 1"x8".

    These wider boards work just fine, and created a smaller span of 4 1/4" instead of the original estimated span.

    Ellie helped me to flip the new mattress up on its edge, and pulled up the original cedar panels, placed three 1x's on top of the 26" spans with two screws to keep them from moving (not necessary, but Ellie insisted), and we put everything back down.

    At first the whole house strongly smelled like the new cedar boards.

    This isn't a bad smell.  In fact, most people enjoy the smell of cedar.

    Well, then trying to sleep with that strong odor was a bit too much for me.

    I laid awake for almost two hours before I fell to sleep.  Every night, usually, I listen to at least one CBS Mystery Radio Theater shows.  These shows are approx 60 minutes long when commercials haven't been edited out. (Radio commercials for grocery stores and food products are pretty funny to listen to, and stupid too.)

    It seemed to me, that every time I woke up, it was because of the smell of the fresh cedar boards.

    The boards are kiln dried, so it's not like they're green and could potentially squeeze out sap or water.

    But, I kept smelling the freakin cedar!
    BUT!!!
    That's a pretty big butt. -Pearl (Finding Nemo)
    When I did sleep, I slept good.

    In fact last night and this morning, were the first time since we got the new mattress that my back didn't hurt me at all!

    I'm looking forward to going to bed again tonight!

    I bet, that I won't hurt sleeping again, which means I'll get up, better!

    For me though, I just hope the smell of my fresh Wood won't keep me up tonight...

    Unless Ellie's in the mood!

    Wednesday, May 20, 2015

    Am I "Beck-Sliding?"

    Last week I upgraded my HAM radio license to Extra.

    Since then, I've been trying to fill the void created by the sudden stop of my license study.

    I mean, I was studying and prepping for the exam practically every waking minute of the day.

    This I did, in between dev builds, QA time, waiting for meetings, after work, in the bathroom, after dinner, watching movies, before falling asleep and often right after waking up.

    I would have to classify this, after reading it, as obsessed.

    For those of you who play an instrument, sport, other repetitive type of activity, you develop muscle memory.  Muscle memory is where you don't even think about doing it, it just happens.  Martial artists & fighters in general learn different movies and repeat things over and over.  This way it becomes easy to recall and you don't realize it's happening.

    This is what I wanted to do for my Extra class exam.  I did the same thing last year for the General class exam.

    The huge/major different for Extra class license, is the level of knowledge and math skills required.

    Now, one thing to understand about me, I am a championship test taker.

    In the 80's California started statewide testing for schools.  During this time, we used to spend a few weeks studying and practicing these types of tests.

    I got good at scanning questions, reviewing answers and making the right choice 99.9% of the time.

    Much of the right choice was because of what I knew, and much of it is that I am a calculated risk taker... generally.  Not that I could become a professional gambler, but I know when I can bet well, and other times when I should just stop and walk away. The rest of that time, I don't always listen to either voice, and wind up losing.

    My test taking skills were so good that from Elementary School to Jr. High School, I went from generalized classes to advanced classes. (For the modern times, Jr. High School for most of us through the early 90's was still 7th-9th grade.)

    In 7th grade, my first year in Jr. HS, I was put into Pre-Algebra.  I liked it, but was a terrible student.  While I could do the complex math with a calculator, I couldn't do basic math without one.  The freaking teacher would allow us to use our calculators for homework, but not allow us to use them on the tests.  While a novel idea, it sucked.  I struggled with completing the tests in time, but understood how to do the work!

    My other classes outside of mathematics really stank, except for PE... but unless you're a complete moron, PE isn't a hard class.  The only exception here was the next year and the one after, when I got introduced to wood shop.  I love working with wood.

    The second year (8th), I felt that I was dumped into an elective class that was only available because the others were full... typing... what a total suck ass class!  HOWEVER, without this skill, I would've had a hard time getting office type jobs, like data entry.

    My hands have primarily been on a keyboard, touch typing for the last 20 years!  So, while I can't hand write worth a damn, I can out type 80-90% of the people I come into contact with.

    Going back to testing, I suppose the crowing achievement of my time in High School, period, was when I took the Golden State Exam for Geometry.  I got so good with geometry, and would not only always pass a test, but usually be the first one done.  So when this test came up, my Geometry teacher threatened to break my arm if I didn't take the test. (Good ol Mr. H.)

    The day before the test, I only took an hour or two to read forward into the book about some of the formulas & concepts of things I didn't know, yet.

    I took the test, and went on with life until the next school year.  During my advanced algebra class, the teacher was handing out the certificates from the Golden State Exam, by passing the papers from the front of the row to the back.

    As the tests got passed back from the front, all I heard was "damn"...

    My test results said that I "Passed with Honors".  So, not only did I pass, but I kicked ass!

    I know by now, that my Geometry teach is probably dead, but I'll never forget him.

    Lastly, I suppose while still on the topic of school, I need to give a HUGE shout out to my 11th grade English teacher.

    She knew I was smart, and that I was also enrolled in Creative Writing.  However, going back to my habits out of grade school, I was a bad student.  I didn't like doing homework, and failed to actually take notes about when and what homework needed to be done.

    Now that I think about it... my folks were always working when I was in grade school, and they never followed up with me after school about homework.  In fact... it feels like they let me down by not following up with my homework/school studies.  My younger sister is a much better student and didn't need this type of follow up, so I suppose it must be my being a bonehead.

    This English teacher though... When it came to the quarter semester, she gave me a B, when I deserved a D.  She looked at me and said, "You're going to earn that aren't you?"  I could only answer "Yes, Ma'am."  At the end of the Semester I kept the B, and the next quarter and final Semester, I earned and kept an A.

    Also during this time though, my writing assignments became very dominate throughout the rest of the classes, because she often read them through ALL of her classes that year.  At one point, a snarky girl in the class said "Jared isn't the best writer in the class..."  The teacher retorted, "He's the best writer out of ALL my classes this year."

    Now that I've covered my favorite part of the teenage, pimply parts of my life, let me return to the Extra class test studying.

    I'm good at memorizing and remembering things that might seem forgotten... If I can remember that I knew something or that I did something, but not the details of it... I can sit down somewhere with my eyes closed and after a while of thinking about it, I can recall almost the entire incident or information that I need.  Sometimes, like when it came to the school details above, I can even remember the entire scene like watching a movie.  I can remember where I was sitting, who was sitting where in the classroom, what the teach was wearing, the weather outside, and often what things smelled like at that time. (perfumes, etc.)

    When I studied the tests, I started out with online flash cards from HamExam.  I started by learning the answers, and then after a while, I would go back to the actual theory and read about why the answers were what they were.  HOWEVER, I also got to a point where I knew keywords or number sequences, or answers that would only have certain words or not have certain words.

    Understanding that I only needed to correctly answer 37 out of 50 questions, I expected that I could miss some of the questions.  Since the questions on the tests are pulled out of each theory area, there are perhaps 2-4 out of each section.  If I knew more about one area than another, I could miss those questions and still pass.

    Two weeks before the test, I stopped failing all practice tests.

    The day of the test, I knew almost ALL the questions and that several of them, I had a 50/50 chance of answering right, because I knew the numeric sequence, but not the final part of the wording, because it would've helped if I studied more of the theory in that area.

    Now that I passed the test, let me "SLIDE" back to where I started off at.

    Last week, since the test, I've been bored during my "slow" times.

    I started playing logic puzzles and backgammon again.

    The last few days, those have been boring me pretty badly again too.

    So, I started back into reading the news sites again.

    One of these is The Blaze, Glenn Beck's brain child.

    Does this mean that I follow Glenn Beck religiously or at all?

    No, not really at all.

    I did once though.

    At the height of my emotional turmoil with Bipolar Disorder, I was listening to Glenn Beck and other similar radio show hosts.  I even had a subscription to the The Blaze internet TV site.

    Ellie knew I was doing this and finally told me it might help my stress if I stopped.

    It took me a bit, but when I finally stopped, my stress did drop a LOT.

    I still keep an ear to the ground and do not regret the history and other things that I went about learning because of Glenn Beck.

    What I'm getting a little bit concerned about... is that I'm starting to get bored enough to start reading The Blaze again, and looking at Glenn's site...

    Today, I even fired up the free internet feed from his radio show...

    After a while of listening, it went to the stupid on air commercials, and I had a chance to stop and think...

    Am I "Beck-Sliding" into my old emotional turmoil again?

    Tuesday, May 19, 2015

    Good things come to those who wait... or complain about not having much $ for more stuff.

    Yesterday after work, I replaced the vehicle speed sensor on my 2005 Hyundai Santa Fe.

    Since this is a very "mysterious" part to obtain and replace I'm including the video I used for locating and replacing the part.
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=zqY4_DHKQ5Y

    Part Number is 46510-39700

    If you search Google for the part number, you can find various retailers with the part, including Amazon & Ebay.

    I ordered mine on Ebay from FourGreen Auto parts on Friday, and it arrived on Monday morning.

    The delivery was a bit unexpected that early in the day, especially since I was pumping a grumpy. (Taking a crap on the shitter.)

    I had to open the door and shout a few times that I'd be there in a moment.

    In the mean time, it was a lot of effort to quickly wipe the shit from my ass, pull up my shorts and get to the door.

    I'm sure the FedEx guy didn't want me to use his stylus, since I was zipping & buckling my belt when I got to the door. (aka, I didn't have a chance to wash my hands)

    So WTF does replacing the sensor have to do with good things?

    Well, I suppose two things.
    1. I replaced the sensor and while idling the engine after installing it, I discovered that the serpentine belt was loose.
      • With the adjustments done, the car seemed to run REALLY good again.
      • This I tightened up, and found that the tension pulley nut wasn't as tight as it should be.
        • Duh! With a loose serpentine belt all sorts of shit doesn't work correctly.  Too damn many things run/work off of the single belt.
    2. While I was tightening the belt, my HAM radio buddy, Dave, stopped by and gave me a radio to test out and offered to sell it to me for $35.
      • It's a 2 meter mobile/base radio with 50 watt output.
      • 50 watt on 2 meter seems like quite a bit of overkill of power where we live because it's hilly & mountainous territory and 2 meter is basically a line of site communication frequency.
    Dave and I have actually been coworkers for about 18 years or so, and last year I discovered that he had just got his HAM license.  We also live only a few blocks away from each other.

    Remember, this is a big deal, because we live in a small town and Dave and I typically only saw each other at the office, not around town.

    Until we started getting involved with HAM radio together.

    I have a Baofeng HT (handheld transceiver), and it's been my only radio for over a year, since my original 2 meter gear in storage got ruined due to a leaking battery.

    Getting a 2 meter base/mobile radio for $35 is over $100 cheaper than the lowest priced new mobile/base radio I could find.

    The radio is an older Kenwood, but MUCH newer than my original Kenwood that got ruined.

    I've yet to hook it up to a power source and antenna, but will do that sometime this afternoon.

    Winding this up, if you need info on that speed sensor, the initial information above should help.

    As for the waiting for the good things, it does work.

    I often think complaining about it will help others with "extra" stuff to consider giving or selling things for cheap.

    Monday, May 18, 2015

    Woe is freakin me!... again...

    Seems like every other post is "HEY I FREAKIN HURT.... AGAIN!"

    I dunno.

    My feet hurt pretty badly, and I don't have much reason for it.

    I mean, I know I was standing a bit more on Saturday & more on Sunday...
    Nemo: What's that?
    Tad: I know what that is. Sandy Plankton saw one. He called it... uh... he said it was called a "butt".
    Pearl: That's a pretty big butt.
    That about sums up things for me.

    Always a big butt with things.

    My feet hurt, thus I didn't really want to be touched or snuggle with Ellie last night.

    Then most of the night, I kept waking up because my feet & knees hurt.

    I'd want to bend my knees up a bit, but the fuckers didn't want to bend very well.

    There I am cussing again...

    Ohsie wellsie.  Or Okily diddly do.

    You know, I saw last week that the guy who voices Ned Flanders, Chief Wiggum, and others is leaving the Simpsons...

    If I was brave enough to post a YouTube video of myself voicing those characters and other voices & accents that I do.

    Often, when I get in the mood, I will have various arguments with my characters/voices swearing & making fun each other.

    These characters usually involve a stereo typical Irishman, a bold Scot, a snooty Frenchman, an Outback Aussie, and once in a while to keep it interesting a Vato/Cholo (Mexican gang banger for those who don't know those last two names.)

    Well, getting back to the fuckers at the ends of my legs that I need to step on for locomotion.

    I put socks on this morning because my they were getting cold, and now I need to take them off.

    These socks, which are brand new, are putting a lot of pressure on my feet and making my feet hurt like fucking hell.

    You know... I am starting to stand by the position I had several years ago..

    I would almost prefer to not have my legs from above the knees down.

    Yes, I know it means I'd have to use a wheel chair or prosthetic legs, yet I wonder if all the suffering from pain will actually be relieved.

    I wouldn't mind those blade/spring legs...

    Heck if my hips can handle it, I'd be back to running and possibly back into practicing martial arts.

    That'd scare the hell out of someone trying to take my wallet, if I up and sliced their hands off with my blade legs.
    Gimme your wallet!
    (Round House Kick)
    Holy shitMy hands are gone!
    Give me my hands back you legless bastard!
    Well, I suppose that's enough bitching...
    AGAIN

    Saturday, May 16, 2015

    Here we go again... Again?

    Ellie and the misses have been in tap classes for years.

    Today is one of their performances.

    I'm pretty on edge right now.

    Bipolar is swinging me like a cat by the tail already.

    I have a headache starting to fuck with me too.

    Last month I got cornered into something similar to this.

    Once I'm there, I'm stuck.

    I'm going to leave soon and can only pray that I can control myself.

    Thursday, May 14, 2015

    Bada bing....

    Maybe not a good bada bing.

    Last night or night before I freaked Ellie out pretty well.

    We were watching a show where a character had the choice of killing a person because he was a Narc.

    I was urging the guy to just shoot the bastard.

    My reason was because the narc had betrayed this guy.

    If you were going to run an illegal racket and wanted to keep things under wraps, you'd do all sorts of things.

    Going to the Godfather movies, even Michael Corleone went off the deep end there and killed his own brother Fredo because he had been betrayed by him.

    I'm a type of guy who can turn a switch like this off/on.

    I hate bullies...

    I hate people who stab others in the back...

    "Now What?" - Bloat

    With all the studying, testing and dreaming of passing my Extra exam, I never thought of what I'd do after I passed.
    What are we going to do?
    What are we going to do!?

    We gotta ditch the body.

    He knows too much.
    We gotta take care of him.
    We gotta whack him.
    -Various characters from Barnyard
     Actually, I have lots of plans and things to do.

    This milestone just opened up how far I can broadcast up & down the various bands.

    First thing first, is to get the leads for the radio crystal that came with my Pixie 4.1 kit trimmed down so it'll fit into the case with the other crystal I bought.

    Next, I'll need to get my morse code skills up and running so that I can start using these little Pixie kits and other QRP boxes for low power communications.






    Being a guy who grew up having to work hard to get things that cost more than I or family could afford to get, this became my unofficial motto.

    "Do more with less"
     I don't see why someone should have to sell their souls to debt, just to get what they want right then and there.

    I mean, is it really worth it?

    Now, there's a chance, between passing this test and Father's day, that I'm going to possibly be able to buy another QRP radio, that actually has more power and better tuning capabilities.

    This is just a desire, but I'll look at making it a reality for my birthday or Christmas if I don't get it.

    I can wait...

    Wednesday, May 13, 2015

    Yo (insert name here) I did it!

    I passed my ham radio Extra Class license exam tonight.

    The test I actually took tonight was much much easier than I had been studying for.

    No charts or complex mathematics.

    Out of the 50 questions, I only missed 4!

    You actually only need to answer 37 correctly to pass this exam.

    Now my freaking arthritis hurts like hell and I'm tired as hell.

    WTF can't I wake up very well these days?

    I have been feeling more and more tired these days.

    Can't seem to fully wake up.

    I'm going further and further into this.

    Not only am I already using caffeine tablets these days, I also started taking Iron & more Vitamin B & B12.

    I guess I'm trying to get into an alert state/high.

    Without incriminating myself, if I knew of a drug that would help bring me to a better wakeful state, I would consider taking it.

    Unfortunately, I don't really want to be in this state bad enough to search the Web for something like that.

    Although...

    Since I'm going to take the test for the Extra Class HAM radio license, I'm really tempted to try out those energy drinks.

    I know that Mountain Dew often doesn't do much for me, so I wonder how much better these energy drinks will help.

    Today, I need to run to the pharmacy to get some prescriptions.  I'm really tempted to pick up some Mountain Dew and/or an energy drink.

    For me, the original Mountain Dew is pretty close to drinking sugary stagnant water.  It's drinkable, and with the sugar you can get it down... but since it's a green stagnant sort of color/texture... I don't know.

    Perhaps I exaggerate too far...

    Ok, I know that I'm over doing it.

    However, the Red & Orange Mountain Dew are pretty freaking awesome!

    Unfortunately, many of the retail stores no longer carry these tasty drinks.

    Except almost all of them carry some form of Energy drink.

    Here's your daily Irony!

    Why is it that most of the local Pharmacy's carry Energy drinks and sell Cigarettes by the case?  One of them touts itself as the "corner of happy and healthy".

    Wow!

    Get your smokes / "cancer sticks" at
    "the corner of happy and healthy"!

    Monday, May 11, 2015

    Maybe there's a reason why a woman is often referred to as a "cat"?

    I'm sure that many of my readers are waiting on baited breath to see how much of an ass I'll make of myself.

    Last night, Mother's Day of all days even, everyone was getting ready to go to bed.

    I was sitting on the couch and as Ellie passed me said "You get to lock everything up... you're still up".

    She has said this as a "joke" SOOO many times.

    Which means last night, when I replied, "you're still up too", I was completely shocked when she flipped out!

    She flipped out saying that "I told her to go and do it herself!".

    Can we say, "Holy Flipping Shit Boy Wonder?"

    Now Ellie is usually not like this.

    Yet, recently, she runs hot/cold on stuff like... usually during a cycle that she doesn't have any visible signs that is happening.

    Much like a cat, who when you're being nice and petting it, she flipped out with her verbal claws flying and stomping through the house to turn off the lights, let the dogs in/out, etc.

    Actually, when she started off doing this, I just got up and did about half of our normal routine while she was doing it with her "claws" still flying.

    It wasn't until she was laying there playing Pinochle on her phone after it was over that I said she's often joked about it and I thought it was silly for her to get all pissy like that.

    Now you might think that's bring the claws out some more, but she finally said that she might have a migraine and dropped it.

    Friday, May 8, 2015

    "I like the smell of bacon! There I said it!" -Pig, Barnyard

    Things are better, so far.

    I'm pretty tired, but I don't feel like I'm dragging my butt across the floor like my sheltie does.

    The last half of this week the lower right jaw has hurt.

    Like I have been grinding my teeth at night.

    Yesterday though, I noticed that it's been just tooth.

    I already have an appointment with the dentist, so I'll have him look at it and possibly just pull the damn thing.

    It doesn't feel so good and this morning while eating an apple, I had to chew on the other side of my mouth.

    Whatever the dentist does, I really, really hope he prescribes me something for the pain, because I really don't have anything worth while for the pain.

    Last night, I sat through a very, very boring meeting for Little Miss's outdoor camp at her school.

    The teacher doing the presentation was doing a rather boring presentation, and was pretty much reading the freaking PowerPoint slides verbatim instead of giving general highlights of what the slide was about.

    I'm starting to agree with one of my past coworkers.

    Those who developed PowerPoint, should be shot, and those who use it this way should be flayed with a cat 'o nine tails.

    Thursday, May 7, 2015

    "Take all your bad feelings and push them down, all the way down past your knees, until you're almost walking on them." - Marge Simpson

    That quote comes from a Simpsons episode where she tells Lisa why she has to wear a smile.

    Today, and perhaps other days, I just don't feel like I can work around others.

    Dress up like I would to be at the corporate building, and put on a smile and work.

    I just don't feel "strong enough".

    I'm sort of depressed, but not really depressed.

    It has been starting by waking up on that new mattress with my back hurting.

    Also, I am having trouble sleeping... again...

    Mattress aside, I'm just having trouble sleeping.

    With the weather turning warm, the kids are starting to sleep downstairs, and Ellie's still working, so I can't stay up watching movies like I want to.

    This and yesterday morning I woke up with head congestion.

    It took hours yesterday before I started to feel well.

    Today, after almost 4 hours I'm still not feeling well.

    "Everett, my beard itches"

    Wednesday, May 6, 2015

    Stop the insanity... no, craziness... no, the swearing!

    As you might have noticed and read, I swear.

    Often too much.

    Often in front/around my family.

    Now, I really need to work on stopping my general swearing behaviors.

    Granted, I understand and know when I am under emotional duress, that I'm going to swear.

    It's a given.

    However, recently, I haven't been under emotional duress, and yet, I still swear.

    In fact, my swearing is so colorful sometimes, it would put the "technicolor" process out of business.

    It'd be so bright, it'd be neon!

    Where this is also leading, is watching too many PG-13 movies where swearing is very prevalent.

    OK, not just PG-13.  Pretty much every movie, except for G movies contain multiple levels of swearing.


    Unfortunately, the Misses have picked up on the language.

    Mostly, Little Miss.

    This is sad to me, although, I can relate.

    At her age, I was already a champion at swearing!

    It's hard to discipline a child when you're a hypocrite and swear.

    Where she's swearing, is quoting a movie that we all enjoy.

    It's just a single character that swears a LOT.

    Ok, it's not just one character, but several of them.

    To me, it's not that bad of swearing or number of times it happens.

    It's the starkness of when he swears, and context of it.

    One of the characters uses the term "Bastard", which is a legit word, but not one Ellie likes.

    See, one of Ellie's nephews is a Bastard.  His mom wasn't married when he was conceived and born.

    He's a great kid and is being shipped off to basic training with the US Marine Corps.

    I'm proud of this man.  I guess that's what he is now.

    This nephew is the same age as my oldest (shameful) daughter...

    He's more of a son to me than she is a daughter.

    Looping back to the swearing though.

    I am working on swearing around my family and my own use of it when no one is around.

    After all, if I don't do it at all, then it's not likely to slip out when everyone else is around me.

    Why continue to be a hypocrite by swearing with no one around, vs when everyone is here?

    If I'm alone and swear, does it matter?

    Tuesday, May 5, 2015

    It's not too bad... actually.

    Yesterday, I had the kids take off their shoes and run back & forth across the new mattress.

    Between that and putting a pillow under my knees, I managed to sleep pretty darn well without hurting my back.

    Granted, I am still pretty darn tired right now.

    I know what part of it is.

    It's that I wake up around midnight every night, and am not sure what to do.

    I often still feel wide awake, so I pull out my headphones and listen to a radio show on my phone.

    Unfortunately, I fall asleep during the show.

    I'm a stubborn bugger, so I will restart the show or queue up to where I last remember hearing, and try to finish the show.

    This process might go on for an hour or so, till I either give up, or I finish the show.

    Today though, I'm tired as I noted, but I am finally starting to feel invigorated.

    During one of my many, mini-breaks, I stood outside on the porch after getting the mail from the box, and enjoyed the sun on my face.

    A few minutes later, I grabbed my hat, and sat out there playing several Pinochle on my phone.

    Then, I walked over to the church parking lot and looked at their gravel and remembered how many stones I pulled out of there that are semiprecious.

    This lead me to getting a small amount of stones a buddy wanted me to polish out, and put them into the tumbler.

    So, I checked one tumbler and it was still "charged" and needed to be run for a bit to loosen up the materials inside.

    I took another tumbler I have and got it cleaned up and charged it's barrel with my friend's stones, and a bunch of larger ones, because it's very inefficient to tumble less than a pound of stones at a time.

    It actually takes longer to polish a small amount of stones compared to a larger amount.

    For a 3 pound tumbler, a large amount is over 1 pound to the full 3 pound capacity.

    I also noted that I had several other tumblers and equipment that needed to be fixed, put together, merged, etc. For example, one of the tumblers has a good motor but a frozen bearing that needs to be replaced, and another one has a bad motor, but good bearings.  So those will be merged together.

    Well, Ellie just got home right in the middle of the day.  Seems that one of the kids in her classroom crapped in the pool, and Ellie was in the midst of it at the pool.

    Ellie's in the shower now, getting the crap off.

    Lucky for her...

    In the immortal words of Homer Simpson:
    "It's so funny, because it's not me..."

    Well... We're damned for a bit...

    So I called the place we bought the mattress from.

    What I was reminded of, was that we had to "sleep" on the mattress for about 30 days before we could attempt to exchange it.

    After chatting with the manager for a while...

    He was right, that we had signed and agreed that we would sleep on the mattress for at least "30" days before it could be exchanged.

    The same manager said if we still had trouble after a week, then he could see if he could bump the time down from 30 days to 20 or less.

    We continued chatting and he suggested walking all over the mattress without shoes to really mush/break-in the mattress faster.

    I figured out that I could let the Misses go to town on the bed without shoes.

    They're just not allowed to jump all over the bed, because it's not a spring mattress, and there's no box spring.

    With their jumping, they could actually break the boards under the mattress.

    Monday, May 4, 2015

    She agrees that it sucks!

    Ellie got out of bed just a few minutes ago.

    She told me to call the place we bought the mattress from and tell them we need to replace it ASAP.

    Her back hurts really badly just like mine does.

    I told her this time when we go in to test out mattresses, I'm going to bring a book and my headphones.

    I'm going to lie down for 30+ minutes on each the "chosen one" mattresses until I find one that won't hurt my back after the 30+ minute mark.

    Memory foam mattresses really suck ass.

    Actually, I should've known.

    About 10 years ago, when I was staying at a friend's place, I slept on his futon with a memory foam mattress.

    My freakin' back really HURT the next morning.

    Ellie handed me the paperwork from the store we bought the mattress from.

    I called, leaving a message that I really, really want to get this resolved ASAP, and that I would find a way to get this mattress there and a new mattress home the same day if at all possible.

    Now granted, this store will not be open for business for 2-3 hours from now, but dammit, I really need to get this started!

    If needed I will call around until I can borrow a truck to transport this mattress back to their store tonight, if I can get one to replace it tonight!

    I doubt I can get it swapped out that quickly, but I REALLY want to get this resolved ASAP!

    I'm really tired of not sleeping good because of pain in my back.

    That and Ellie's whale calling / snoring is getting to me too!

    Snore a little, back ache a lot?

    Sleeping on the new mattress wasn't fun the first night.

    My back ached pretty damn good by 2-3 AM in the morning. (5+ hours of sleep)

    Last night Ellie and the Misses got home, and when Ellie and I went to bed, I wasn't sure how I was going to sleep.

    At first, I started off pretty well... but then kept getting woken up by Ellie's freaking snoring / whale calls!

    The whale reference has nothing to do with her weight.

    It has to do with the fact that she often sounds like she's calling in whales when she's sleeping...

    Actually, it's one of the  noises she makes when she snores.

    Perhaps I'm in a bit of a manic state... I feel agitated.

    My anger levels are pretty high right now.

    It might be from not being able to sleep well the past few days.

    Part of it gets compounded when Ellie responds that I'm "attacking" her when I make my off handed comments about what's driving me nuts.

    I'm trying to control my commenting....  Just to avoid the tension between Ellie and I.

    Currently, I want to trade the fucking mattress back in for something that doesn't sink about 30+ minutes of laying on it.

    The 3-5 minutes of laying on it at the show room wasn't enough.

    I told Ellie if we trade it in... I'm taking a book and my headphones and I'm going to lay on the mattress for 10+ minutes... hell maybe even half an hour!

    At any rate...

    I've been practicing for my Extra Class HAM radio license...

    I have only missed passing one practice test since I pulled a boner and got a few things wrong that I knew.

    Probably from not reading the questions/answers very well.

    That and it was freakin' 4:00 AM when I was doing them this morning.

    Well, I'm trying to start working.

    Lots of stuff to do as I'm now the primary lead Linux developer on our team.

    Friday, May 1, 2015

    "Gonna make it, Gonna make it, Gonna make it, Gonna make it.... " -Lucky Day

    For the past few weeks I've been studying for the Element 3, Extra Class HAM radio license exam.

    It's the highest license in Amateur radio that you can earn.

    The last week, instead of playing games during my QA & building process, I've been studying for the test.

    Today, every time I took a practice test, I passed.

    I'm now off to keep studying and watch movies, waste time, wait for my friends to come over and help me move the bed frame into the bedroom!

    w00t!