Great night for caffeine

I just love facility migrations. Especially love trying to problem solve at way too damn early in the morning.

I think I'm at 19 hours straight now.

My how time flies...

It's the 18th? Of February? Already? Crap, and only ten days left this month! Funny how that work/sleep/work/sleep cycle goes.

My latest shiny object? Twitter. I'm fascinated thus far. Feeds my need for constant information. And so far there have been a couple very interesting finds.

First: LeVar Burton

I'm sure you all know him from at least one of his roles on TV or the movies. For me my first real experience was "Reading Rainbow" on PBS. I don't recall how we started watching it. It came on before the Star Trek Original series that our local station had bought rights to. How cool is it that years later Mr. Burton himself was part of the Star Trek Universe?

But at any rate, I found LeVar Burton was on Twitter via Wil Wheaton, whom I'll be honest and admit was one of my least favorite Star Trek characters, but I have read his blog for alearned more about the person away from the character.

This is what I've done today with Mr. Burton. He's only recently started a blog, which I highly recommend reading and following.

http://levarburton.com/

I've learned a lot about him today, and he has some very useful insights. Chief amongst those that I gleaned today:

"The message I took away was to not be too hard on myself. Sage advice indeed! As a general rule I am trying to be less judgmental of everyone in my life, including me."

I told you...

MySpace is the Gateway to Hell...sans Cerberus. (No need after all...who doesn't have a concupiscence for the Internet?)

Sure you want your kids on-line unmonitored? Remember that ad campaingn in the 80's about "Do you know where your children are?"

Well...do you?


MySpace Says 90,000 Sex Offenders Blocked From Site Responding to a subpoena from Connecticut Attorney General Richard Blumenthal, MySpace today is handing over the names of 90,000 registered sex offenders

http://www.techcrunch.com/2009/02/03/responding-to-subpoena-myspace-says-90000-sex-offenders-blocked-from-site/

or

http://snurl.com/bathb

Now I can already hear the entitled cries of "Well it's about time MySpace was required to do something!"

Idiots. Here's an idea: What if, and this may come as a shock so hang on...What if the parents are responsible for the care of their children!?!

Holy Batshit Batman!! What the Batfuck can you possibly mean?

Personal responsibility Boy Wonder, personal fucking responsibility. So elegant in it's simplicity...so elusive in it's application.

Disgusting to me how the "Me first" generation has devolved into this self-devolving attitude of "anyone but me" mentality towards responsibility.

I'm oft times surprised to find this is far from a new, or generational attitude. I don't know if you can even find them anymore, but I'm reminded of a children's book series from my childhood called "Sweet Pickles" This series came out in the late 70's and thanks to Captain Kangaroo, into my life.

(Look, I found them: http://snurl.com/bavc0 [www_amazon_com] )

The above link references the specific character I had in mind...Accusing Alligator. Who Stole Alligator's Shoe? is about Accusing Alligator who blames everything and everybody for anything that happens.

Huh...sound familiar?

More info can be found here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sweet_Pickles

Yes..I met Staind

March 2006
I was afraid I'd lost this photo. Fortunately my brother had a copy.

Was one of the cooler things I've been able to do. That had been a long day prior to meeting them. Ticketmaster had completely and utterly bungled my order. After driving over 3 hours and inviting others along to use the tickets I'd purchased I arrived and they told me I had none. To say I was upset is to say Vesuvius was just a volcano. I was livid...no...insane with rage is better. I was at that point where my peripheral vision blurred to dark and the only light at the end of my tunnel was red...now I know why those imbecile fat cow ticket agents are behind Plexiglas.

I had some rather unpleasant, unkind, torrents of profanity to express at what I'm sure was a volume greater than conversational. (Yes, I know what you're thinking smartass...and yes I can speak at a conversational level)

As I had decided I needed to leave before my urges of mayhem overtook me and I ended up being the guest of the local authority...I heard someone coming up behind me a tad too fast for my liking. I heard a question: "Is there a problem?" At least I think that's what he'd said...I was still trying to quiet the sound of "Redrum!" in my head...

So, as I was already wanting to pummel someone I planted and spun on this poor guy...I expressed my problem in a somewhat aggressive manner (Yeah, shut-up smartass) and in the midst of my tirade he explained (I'm sure more than once, I was torqued beyond measure...if memory serves I had paid for 6 tickets at ~$60 each, plus B.S. fees and tax...so I'd lost a lot of money not counting the 3 hour drive and my ever precious personal time.) ($1,223.125/hr is my value...what's yours?) He explained to me who he was, repeatedly, that he could help me out...hmm.

Turns out, he worked for the local radio station that was sponsoring the concert and had extra tickets. Enough for all 5 of us, as well as TWO MEET & GREET PASSES!!!

I almost cried. Actually, I probably did.

I owe this aid in no small part to my little brother Nato...who was friends with one of the staff and had been talking with them whilst I was getting tickets, and heard the subsequent explosion.

I'm eternally grateful to all who showed me kindness that I didn't deserve that day. Meeting Aaron Lewis meant more for me than I expect more than one or two people will ever know. Including Mr. Lewis himself I'm afraid.

So Mr. Lewis, in the off event you troll the web looking for yourself (I know I do) and you come across this. Thank you. Thank you for things I can't begin to explain and you probably will never know.

Thank you for what you did for Layne. Because you have done the same for me as you've ascribed to him.

Will

License to kill

This isn't what it appears to be about...as usual. What I want to present to you is an idea that has occured to me on many many occasions. How many people do you think would agree to allow anyone the use of a car, any kind they chose to buy out on the highways and byways without any training, supervision, nor licensing requirement? A lot of teenagers I'm sure. Now I know what you're probably thinking...what in the hell are you on about now? And what does this have to do with that massive revolver you are holding?
(Smith & Wesson Model 500 by the way)

Nothing really to do with the revolver other than, as with my automobile allegory, to convey a sense of potential danger if used by the untrained.

My point, moreover my fervent desire, is to relay the inherit danger of allowing just anyone and everyone access to a computer, and even worse the ability to attach that untrained hand guiding the computer to the Internet.

I submit this: People do not understand the ubiquitous Personal Computer. Further the masses have very little beyond surface knowledge of technologies that they interact with daily.
As such they cannot truly understand risk. Without understanding of risk there is inherit danger.

I'm not saying everyone should have complete understanding, but they should understand enough to know when to stop. Failing that, a mechanism forcing them to stop.

My suggestion is this: As computers, in my professional opinion, possess as much potential for personal harm as does an automobile similar licensing should be required.

Yes, I'm really serious. Think it can't cause personal injury? Perhaps you should speak to the foolish woman who allowed her life savings to be stolen by a well known Internet scam. Ask about that second mortgage she took out. Yeah...anyways.

I think that people should be given basic training in order to safely operate a computer. A learner's permit as it were. Without a license you could not purchase nor operate a PC.

What you might wonder spawned this thought? Users. Fucking idiot users.

I've had this idea for years, suggested it at a few corporations I've worked for. It's a sound idea. But it'd take time and money. Guess why no one thinks this is a good idea? No one likes to be restricted, but how many people like getting stupid assed viruses because you don't know not to open every attachment you receive? Or better still how many folks like getting viruses from family member because they don't know any better? Uh huh.

How many times...so many I've lost count...have I been asked to look at someone's machine because "The Internet is slow" First thing I see...boot up and in the taskbar, next to the clock...about 20 little icons of all the nonsense shit they've installed. Each program robbing the computer of processor and memory resources...at fucking startup of the machine I might add. 20 minutes later...when the desktop finally appears and the hard drive stops churning I get to start their web browser...and wait some more...whilst all the godforsaken plug-ins start. (MySpace is the entry to hell by the way) ((Hint: Social networks...on a computer...aren't social. Moron.)) Defined: Social "3: of or relating to human society, the interaction of the individual and the group, or the welfare of human beings as members of society"

How many search toolbars, or toolbars in general, does one really need? I've seen machine, no lie, with Google, Yahoo, MSN, AND Lycos toolbars, along with Anti-virus toolbars, as well as provider (Comcast) toolbars.

Now let me backtrack for a minute and pick at a nit...To say "The Internet is slow" is criminal. It's retarded on a cosmic scale. The Internet...has no speed. Capiche? No, most likely...if you've ever uttered this phrase...you do not. You're the same person who says "NIC card" or "RAM memory" or any number of things demonstrative of ignorance of that of which you speak. The Internet is a series of interconnected networks. As such your ability to access it at any given speed is relative to a large number of factors. Chief amoungst those the health and well-being of your connected device.

Now then, where was I? Ahh yes...toolbars.

By the time I get their browser to actually open and again wait on the hard drive to stop it's incessant chatter due to all the memory paging going on (No, I'm not going to bother 'splaining that one Lucy) I have a screen with a 4 inch menu/toolbar area and MySpace as their damn homepage.

"Why is my machine slow?" Well little one it's because you bought a $200 Dell, and you had no idea about what the component specs were and now you're trying to run Windows XP SP1 (Yes, SP3 has been out for a long time...but why should I patch?) on a machine with 512 MB of RAM. Meanwhile at startup, before you even get to open the Start Menu you've sucessfully loaded 1024 MB worth of crap!!

Here are some rules to help everyone:

Rule Number One: The first rule of Fight Club is...oh wait...

Really...Rule Number One:

If you don't know, or suspect you don't know. Stop! Get some help...read a book, ask a knowledgeable friend, find a 12 year old...whatever, but learn first.

Rule Number Two:

If the computer starts asking you questions, e.g. "Are you sure..." Stop! You may be in violation of Rule One, refer to it.

Rule Number Three:

Read everything the computer puts on screen when you are installing software. A lot of software anymore does something called "Bundling" which often includes additional software, and toolbars aside from what you intend to install. As such it may be necessary to select the "Custom" option so that you can read and learn. Otherwise refer to rule number one, as you are most likely in violation.


We really do need learner's permits though...