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November 19, 2004: Weekend Update with your host Mop Da Floors *takes a bow* Here is what is going on in my little corner of the world
Now I know what some of you are thinking, "oh yeah right like a computer can blow up." Well let me tell you something, as I was moving the tower and sitting on the floor and plugging everything back in and pushing the power button, a bright blue spark shot out of the power supply and the computer didn't work anymore. So if that doesn't qualify as blowing up, then I don't know what does.
Anyway, things are going very well at this point in time. September 2, 2004: General Update *peeks out from the shadows* Wow, there are still people that look at this site? Better post something quick.
That's about it. Updated May 7, 2004: General Update What's new and exciting you ask? No? Well screw you I am going to tell you anyway!
That's about it. Updated January 28, 2004: Hey look my website is still up. Nothing major to report at this time. I'm still alive, still working, still hanging out with my friends. I did start school this week. I am taking two night classes at MATC to try and finish my degree program. I figure I already have 6 years invested into it I might as well finish. I have a fish tank again, or rather I set up the same fish tank I had again. Trying to do saltwater this time, it's not as entertaining as I thought it would be, mostly because I am not home very often and so by the time I get home at night the lights in the tank have gone off and I don't get to see the one fish I have in there. Oh well, at least I haven't killed anyth... wait the snails died, but that was an accident and it only happened that one... wait it has happened twice... crap. Ok we now return you to your regularly scheduled programming. Updated October 29, 2003: Well it has been awhile, here's a run down of things that have happened since June.
That's about all the stuff that has actually happened. Planning on going out with the "Compound Geeks" for Halloween, only sticking point is that my mom's birthday is on Halloween, so I am trying to plan and schedule around dinner and hopefully have enough time to get my costume on and meet up with my friends.
June 3, 2003:
Holy crap DOH! Of all the rotten timing, but I had a meeting so I left my office. My cell phone rang 4 times during the meeting and the receptionist came into the meeting to tell me that my mother had called and I needed to call in to get my trip right away. Now when I got entered they told me that I would be contacted if I won. So the meeting ends, I go back to my office, and I have 4 new voice mails. All people asking what I won or congratulating me on winning. Anyway... I will be going to see Metallica play at 3 Com park on August 10, 2003. Now I just have to find someone to go with me. I have never been to California, so this should be a lot of fun.
August
9, 2002: Livin' Large in Las Vegas Guyver once again took care of booking the flight and reserving hotel rooms. We were suppose to have 10 people flying out this year. Just before all the flight things needed to be set in stone Guyver had 3 people cancel on him. Not only does this mean that he lost $40 per ticket to reserve them, we would have had to pay more per ticket because we needed at least 8 people to get the lower rate on Midwest. We were able to find an 8th person to go (Thanks Mike!) so I wasn't as bad as it could have been. So things are looking up... until the weekend before we leave. Guyver gets a call from our hotel telling us that we need to pay for the first night on all three rooms up front. He had reserved them on his debit card and didn't have enough to cover it. So I called and was ready to give them my credit card info, but the woman I talked to said they didn't do anything like that. So Guyver calls back and finds out our rooms have been cancelled. The reason they gave us is because they are doing a renovation and also had a bunch of A/C units go out in their good rooms, so they would not have enough rooms for everyone. I think they just saw a chance to get rid of someone with a lower rate and they booted us, so can I get a "Fuck you St. Tropez!" So they wanted to move us to a place called Terrible's down the road. Most of the people did this because it was still a low price for the rooms. Myself and 2 other people decided to stay at the Hard Rock Hotel because we didn't want to have to walk almost a mile every time we wanted to go to the con. So we paid almost 3 times more for our room, but in my mind it was worth it. I probably won't do it again, but it was fun to do once. The trip itself was a blast. We flew out on Thursday at 8:30AM with no problems, got to Vegas and had plenty of time to do things. In the past we have always taken a later flight and gotten into Vegas at night. Really the only bad thing about coming into town so early was the fact that we could not check into our hotel room at the Hard Rock until 3PM. We were able to register for the Con on Thursday, only had to wait in a 5 minute line this year. Also went to the MGM Grand on Thursday night for dinner and some video games. Spent very little time at the Con on Friday, bought 2 t-shirts and talked to a few people. Saturday I went to 4 talks, including Xam's talk about wireless stuff with the other Shmoo guys, a talk about SQL injection, a talk about local meetings with two guys from west coast 2600 meetings, and Richard Thieme giving another one of his talks. After that I went out to dinner with my sister and brother, we went to a micro-brewery type place that didn't serve good beer. After dinner we took my room mates back to the hotel and I went and had a few drinks with my family at the Hard Rock bar. After that the whole group met up and went to the Con to look for parties, there weren't as many going early as there were last year, so we hung out and talked, then went back to this Terrible's place for some more drinks. Sunday was a very lazy day, walked around con a bit, gambled, went to PF Changs for dinner, gambled some more, and then went to sleep. We flew back on Monday at 11AM Vegas Time, which got us back to Milwaukee around 4:30PM CST. As I said, I had a good time on vacation this year. I don't know if it was being away from the big group more than in past years. I can say that I was not annoyed as much as I have been in past years. I don't know if I will go back for Defcon 11, but I will return to Las Vegas again. Next time I want to take my golf clubs along.
July 11, 2002:
In Baseball there are no winners. Fast Forward to 2002. Milwaukee, Wisconsin is the center of the baseball world. The 73rd All Star Game would be held at Miller Park (please don't mind the deafening squeak of the roof or the leaks that could drown small villages). With all the other crap going on in baseball this would be the shining moment that baseball needed to redeem itself with the fans. Everything was going according to plan, the pre-game events went off without a hitch, the game itself was spectacular... until the 11th inning. In an effort to get everyone into the game, both teams depleted their benches and bullpens, and because there is still another half of the season to play they did not want to risk hurting the players during an exhibition. So the game was declared a tie at the end of the 11th inning. Now because I didn't want to be poor for the rest of the summer I decided to watch the game from the comfort of my home. In retrospect it was a good decision. With steroid allegations, labor disputes, and contraction hanging a dark cloud over the game, this was the last thing that baseball needed. As someone who played the game I understand why they did it, but as a fan I think the decision sucks. Then I think of people who bought season tickets just to get the honor of paying $175 to go to the game. No wonder there were people chanting "REFUND" shortly after the game was called. In a game played by millionaires it is the fans who suffer. July 11, 2002:
Stupid Trendy Clothing Stores: I am too fat to shop at Abercrombie &
Fitch Jump to July. Starting to think about my trip to Las Vegas in August and the fact that I am doing more and more things outside this summer, I decide to go shopping for some shorts. As I am driving I think "Hey! I have this gift card in my wallet. I can save some of my money and get some nice shorts in the process." So I pull into a busy Mayfair parking lot and stroll into the store. Locating a pair of shorts that looks ok I search for my size. Damn, nothing even close. I looked at every stack of men's shorts in the place and there wasn't one pair within 4 inches of my waist size. "Damn I'm fat!" So I start looking for shirts. "Damn those are ugly, kids really wear this shit?" So I come across a polo shirt that looks decent, "I might be able to swing this on a casual day at work." And holy smoke, they have it in an XXL. Let me also add that I have been looking around for 30+ minutes at this point and have not been asked if I need help, but I did overhear a few wonderful conversations about who is flirting with who in the backroom. So I take the shirt to the register and pull out my gift card. Now this polo shirt was no where near the quality of the shirt I returned 6 months before, and there was not a price near the table I picked this polo off. So I am assuming no more than $30 for this shirt. A scan later, "$41.32 for that? Thank God it's not my money." So the trained monkey... I mean clerk scans my gift card and hands it back to me. "Could you tell me how much is left on this card?" "Ummmm... 43 cents" "Here keep the change." *Tosses card on the counter* So I have my ugly.. I mean wonderful new shirt from the store that musicians sing about. I drive home, I relax for a bit, then I decide to try on the shirt. "Oh you have to be fucking kidding me." The damn shirt fits me like a baby doll shirt. I think the blood stopped flowing to my arms. So I throw the shirt off and grab my receipt, getting ready to brave the wilds of Mayfair again. Then I think the better of it. So I give the shirt to my mother and tell her to offer it to someone at work who has a teenager. "Tell them my boss says Merry Christmas" "Oh what should I tell them you say?" "Fuck Abercrombie & Fitch." |