Stayed-up WAY too late last night watching the Olympics coverage. I’m having a very productive morning (after blowing-off my 8am VC with India) * Went by the post office to return Whitney’s too-small hat that I’d bought for her. Typical 15 minute wait. * Went to the credit union to deposit a check from the Breathitt County Public library. Seeing a 5-car line in the drive-thru, I went inside, hoping it’d be faster. It wasn’t. ...
Had a wonderful, restful weekend up in Louisville. Got more than 10 hours of sleep each night, played a little tennis on Saturday afternoon, and had some amazing food: Bourbon-flavored pork chops, some yummy pizza, and today a good meal with Whitney’s parents over some lasagna. Overall, it’s just what I needed after all the recent craziness.
Okay, Pulp Fiction: What’s the big hairy deal? I mean, it’s okay, but why edify the movie? Quentin Tarantino is Martin Scorsese on bad drugs. A true movie nerd, he packs more inside jokes, puns, and movie references into this profane, unintelligible pile of self-aggrandizement than any director has a right to do, save Francis Ford Coppola. Ballsy, but somewhat hollow. Uma Thurman has never been more unattractive. I mean, we’re supposed to believe this drugged-out waste of 6 feet of bone is sexy enough for a man to die (or, get thrown out a window) for? ...
This is how addicting autocross is: I would like to modify my MINI. Specifically, I’d like to put a different wheel and tire combination on it (some 15x7 wheels with some WIDE Hoosiers) and a rear swaybar, and maybe some suspension work (a slight lowering) If I do that, I’d be in FSP, the same class my friend Russell Long is in in his Morris Mini Cooper S, a 1967. It’s kindof a ripe class for picking around here. No one who’s nationally competitive seems ot be running in that class. I’d probably get beat alot if I went anywhere else, but…on the bright side, I’d be out of HS class for good. One rear swaybar and that’s it. ...
This is just INSANE:
Watched Stargate last night. I’ve seen it before, of course, but it seemed like a neat addition to my Netflix queue. I watched the ‘Ultimate Edition’, and it should’ve been called “They didn’t edit anything” edition. Scenes dragged on and on, but overall a very worthy movie to watch if you happen to come across it on basic cable. Side note: You can see the wires they used to “fly” the model flying machines around during the blue screen scenes at the end.
From the horrible names file… You know, I’ve never met a girl named “Chastity” or “Chasity” that was chaste. Not in the slightest. During my cool-down from my evening jog, I happened to see front license plate like I used to have on Little Green (but in an even more gaudy gold/bronze finish), and the thought struck me.
The Big Mo’ I don’t know why I think this, but I believe John Kerry’s Presidential campaign is gathering steam. Bush is static, while Kerry and Edwards (particularly Edwards) seem dynamic and vibrant. Kerry has done well to include Edwards on the campaign. Vigorous, engaging, and personable, Edwards softens Kerry enough to make the ticket appealing in the heartland. Combine that with Americans worried their jobs are going overseas, and we may have a repeat of 1992: People voting their pocketbooks. ...
This is day 3 of me quitting coffee. I have splitting headaches and irritability. The smell of coffee itself is both arousing and sickening to me, because I can’t have any. Why do this to myself? Really, it comes out of my reading of The Simple Living Guide by Janet Luhrs, who publishes Simple Living magazine. A dense, wordy tome, the book talks about all sorts of way to simplify your life, live better, have lower stress, feel more fulfilled, be more “in the moment”. It’s about 100 pages worth of advice slopped into 400 pages of dull prose and hippy “case histories” about people who’ve applied these techniques. There are some gems there, but it’s work finding them. ...
And now some gloss to go with the illustrations. My weekend in Sparta. Two days of autocross, or “How burnt-out can you be?” I’ve autocrossed for the last 6 weeks. I haven’t been to my home church for a regular Sunday service since May 9th. »sigh« It’s something I love, but it’s really taking over my life. …and I didn’t do so hot at the races, either. Not being whiney, just realizing that I feel like I’m driving the wheels off my MINI, but I’m still not catching Scott. Beating him requires consistent excellence and a bit of luck, and I’ve only done it once. With the condition of my Victoracers, that’s probably not happening again, at least not this year. ...
Pics from early August The other day, I was an honest-to-goodness spy photographer That’s a lightly disguised 2005 Ford Mustang.
She’s got huuuuge…..tracts of land
It’s been a very…uneven…week here in the Bluegrass. First, a comment on the weather (yes, it’s going to be one of *those* blogs): Though the week began with sweltering temps in the high 80’s with lots of humidity, it was chilly this morning. I’m talking 60 degrees F, in AUGUST. It feels like late September out there. The cool weather has been a boon to my exercise. I’ve jogged 2.5 miles each of the past two days, and I’ve drunk plenty of water, and I feel marvelous. ...
In the past 3 days, I’ve driven roughly 500 miles. Saturday, Susan needed me to come down and fix their wireless router so that it would interoperate with their library card catalog server. Basically, the way I had it set-up, there was a D-link 614 4-port switch that sat between their DSL modem and their network, doing Network Address Translation (NAT) and defining a private network 192.168.2.0 with a netmask of 255.255.255.0. On THAT network, I had their wireless router sitting on 192.168.2.5, also doing NAT and defining its own private network for wireless clients 192.168.0.0, netmask 255.255.255.0. ...
A retrospective on my day off. (sorry…first a pic) VW of America is totally clueless, and the legion of people that bought cars in 1998-2002 have pretty much rotated out of ’em. Bad build quality, terrible customer serice, and hearing the answer “Oh they all do that [leak oil, fail to start, creak, groan, ride like a buick, blow ignition coils, flake off their paint]” * * * Anyway, I arose yesterday surrounded by the insane mess of my apartment, and then I smelled the 57 degree air outside and I had a Ferris Bueller moment, “Cameron, I’m TAKING THE DAY OFF”. Whitney’s dad’s offer of free tix to the Louisville Bats (Triple A affiliate of the Cincinnati Reds) sealed the deal. Three phone calls later, I was off for the day. ...
Harvid brainfart moment of the day: So, I’m coding up this fix that AT&T is demanding, and I’ve solved the problem with a little hack WAY down inside this one module. Without going into too much detail, what I have to do is invert the array that I was returning from this one function (I said it was a hack!) In java, to do that, you need to use a java.util.Comparator class inside the Arrays.sort() method call. Inside the comparator, I need to change the sign of the return value of the java.lang.String class’s compareTo() method. ...
GAA! National Faggot Week? Warning: British false cognate content!
The weekender blog: Spent most all of this weekend up in and around Louisville. Friday night, I went up for dinner with Whitney and Joey, then Saturday we found ourselves in sunny New Haven, KY: Where we found ourselves at the Kentucky Railway Museum to ride Thomas the Tank Engine on his tour of America. The start of Saturday was a disaster; Joey hid Whitney’s keys inside the laundry and we didn’t leave until a few minutes after 11, when we had tickets for the 12:20 train. It takes a little over an hour to get to New Haven via US 31E through Bardstown. On the bright side, we got to take the Pup and the drive was a blast with Whitney and Joey in his car seat in the back. ...
Pics of the EKU autocross
Suddenly, Central Kentucky is the Scottish Highlands: The high today was ~70, with tonight’s low expected to be 61 degrees, and a low cloudlayer blankets everything with a diffuse, gray light, and a mist hangs low. >>cue the Hound of the Baskervilles. :D