I've been quiet the past several days due to the process of job hunting, and house remodeling down at the creek house.
The job hunt is a little slow going but I've had some leads so we'll see if anything pans out. Anyone know someone who needs a bookkeeping, A/R or A/P person in Houston? Heck I could even work remotely if need be.
The remodeling project is about finished. The main part of it is done, now it's just clean up and there are a few rooms left to paint but those will get done in phases this summer.
I had a great time with the in laws, but the poor hubby was stuck in Houston working out his computer issues at work. Poor guy, it's been hell for him these past few weeks. The upside is that he has managed to post to the blog and keep it going. I'm so glad to have him contributing.
Starting this upcoming weekend, I'm going to be doing swim team every Saturday morning so I will not be leaving town again until July. Fun fun.
Tomorrow I'm going to the gun range with my oldest daughter. She recently purchased a Springfield XDM 9mm and so we're going to go and shoot it along with shooting the Tokorev.
Funny thing, my daughter is very short, she's only 4'11" and that Tokorev is almost as tall as she is! We'll see how she handles it. I'll be sure to post photos of our trip to the range tomorrow.
Monday, May 9, 2011
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Road Testing Linux Ubuntu 11.04
I am no computer expert by any means, and definitely a Linux noob, but I thought I'd share this.I had Ubuntu 8.04 on the old Toshiba laptop that I drowned with a beer. I liked it a lot. It was a very lean operating system, and the opera internet browser was quick.
I replaced that laptop with a cheap compaq loaded with Windows 7. I found windows 7 to be just fine and had no plans to install linux on this machine. Until...
We got a rootkit virus on the network at work which, amongst other things, infected Buffalo Terastation network accessible storage devices. Our virus protection software was ineffective at removing it and every malware/spyware app I could get my hands on failed to remove it, including Kaspersky and Sophos boot disks. Not having the technical expertise to root it out of the boot sector, in desperation I searched for a brute force approach. A parallel installation of linux on a laptop and a 2 terabyte external hard drive was the answer. I enabled FTP access on the terastations and found an FTP client called Filezilla. Sixty some thousand files in god knows how many folders later, one terastation was backed up. Thankfully, Filezilla duplicated the folder structure on the fly. The next step for the terastations is to reformat the drives
Ubuntu has several .iso files for 32bit and 64bit platforms at www.ubuntu.com. I tested the OS via an Ubuntu Live CD iso that I downloaded from the site. The computer boots from the cd, bypassing the windows OS installed on the hard drive. Once I was relatively sure it was going to work on the laptop I had at the office, I got Ubuntu's windows installer and set it up parallel to Windows xp.
After working with the 32bit version, I got the 64bit "live" version to test on my home laptop. The 32 bit version is small enough to fit on a CD. The 64bit version is just a bit too large and required a DVD.
So far, Ubuntu 11.04 is working pretty much flawlessly on the 32bit laptop at work. It's working pretty well on my 64bit laptop, but I need to update some drivers I think. It's having a bit of a problem with my wireless mouse. I am running Ubuntu for workstations on both laptops. They do have notebook versions as well.
This is the malware/trojan/virus that infected our network. Yes, it has all three types of malicious software as its payload. It propagates via windows shares across the network. If I were President of the US, I would create an antimalware department, with the ultimate malware removal tool for the source of said malware.
Saturday, May 7, 2011
You're worried about Global Warming Climate Change?
The Telegraph notes: "Giant Asteroid Heading Close to Earth"
"The rock, which is quarter of a mile across, will pass between our planet and the moon in November and will be visible with small telescopes"
"If it were to hit the earth, the asteroid, named YU55, would have an impact equivalent to 65,000 atom bombs and would leave a crater more than six miles wide and 2,000ft deep"
I'm in agreement with The Daily Bayonet:
"Keep your fingers crossed that NASA’s calculations went nowhere near Jim Hansen or Gavin Schmidt’s desks. And wake up Bruce Willis."
- good thing East Anglia doesn't model this kind of thing-
If you are in need of an antidote to the tripe spewed by climate change moonbats, head on over to The Daily Bayonet. Good, and good for you.
The link is in the blogroll.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Reality Cable TV
So I got toxed on Hannity drooling over the rhino candidates pretty quick and switched channels.
I find myself viewing a show named "Sold!" midstream.
The camera crew is interviewing the old couple that owns the business. They are hoping to get enough money to build their mansion in Nicaragua.
The next camera shot is of a convenience store in the middle of east bumfuck nowhere.
The next scene is the host / auctioneer trying to sell the whole kit and kaboodle for $125,000.
No takers, so they go to auctioning the contents of the store.
The thing that compelled me to post was the interview with one of the auction attendees, who said he bought a deer head and five quarts of oil.
I am laughing my ass off as I type..here it comes...that word
REALLY?
and so, the shows ratings went up by .00000000000001% because I stopped to look and my brain went "you're shittin' me..."
As the news media milks OBL's demise...
My reaction is...
about time. mission accomplished. the Navy Seals rock. Well done gentlemen. not interested in the lame stream media's mental masturbation.
that is all.
Watching the republicrat prez candidates debate on fox
Belle is out of town. We are chatting and watching the debate.
The unelectable one, Ron Paul, makes the most sense in the debate. I'm liking Herman Cain.
Belle suggested a ticket of Cain / Paul which I thought was good.
Then they showed the other candidates not at the debate, which reminded me of Ms. Bachman.
So I'm thinking Cain / Bachman.
What say you?
Ladies who belch
Yes I know what you're going to say, "Ladies do NOT belch, at least not loudly in public."
Last night, that statement was proven to be untrue tenfold.
I was playing a dart match against the woman from the other team and her partner, and my partner and I were winning by a fairly wide margin. I walk up to the line to shoot and as I'm taking aim, I hear a loud, long, "BUUUURRRRPPPP."
I turned around and looked at the woman, who I've known for years and is usually the very quiet type and asked, "was that you?"
She grinned and said, "why yes it was!"
I said, "I'm shocked!"
So I stepped back to the line and took aim again and a fleeting thought of two of my three daughters and their uncanny ability to belch louder than I've heard any grown man belch and had developed this talent when they were 8 and 4.
Of course once that thought came over me, I began to laugh and once I start laughing, sometimes it's hard for me to stop. One place that you do not want to be when I begin to laugh is in the vicinity of a dart board when it's my turn to shoot. Granted I did eventually hit the board but totally missed my shot.
First dart, I took aim at the triple 20 and launched it into the single 12 (waaaay off). I laughed even louder as I brought my second dart up to aim and dropped it over my shoulder onto the ground... oops it slipped.... so I picked it up and launched that one into the triple 5 (closer that time).
Now, you have to understand that while all this is going on there are various cute and funny comments going on in the background which is not helping my situation at all.
Finally I launch the third dart and hit the triple 18 which technically was still a miss, but hey, it was a good miss!
Thankfully, we were playing 501 so all of those darts thrown counted and that round was worth 105 points. (The other team was not happy considering those were lucky darts, of course, they know me well enough to know that I rarely throw lucky darts, I have a fair amount of skill and rarely get lucky in a miss)
That just goes to show you that every now and then, even a blind squirrel will occasionally find a nut.
Last night, that statement was proven to be untrue tenfold.
I was playing a dart match against the woman from the other team and her partner, and my partner and I were winning by a fairly wide margin. I walk up to the line to shoot and as I'm taking aim, I hear a loud, long, "BUUUURRRRPPPP."
I turned around and looked at the woman, who I've known for years and is usually the very quiet type and asked, "was that you?"
She grinned and said, "why yes it was!"
I said, "I'm shocked!"
So I stepped back to the line and took aim again and a fleeting thought of two of my three daughters and their uncanny ability to belch louder than I've heard any grown man belch and had developed this talent when they were 8 and 4.
Of course once that thought came over me, I began to laugh and once I start laughing, sometimes it's hard for me to stop. One place that you do not want to be when I begin to laugh is in the vicinity of a dart board when it's my turn to shoot. Granted I did eventually hit the board but totally missed my shot.
First dart, I took aim at the triple 20 and launched it into the single 12 (waaaay off). I laughed even louder as I brought my second dart up to aim and dropped it over my shoulder onto the ground... oops it slipped.... so I picked it up and launched that one into the triple 5 (closer that time).
Now, you have to understand that while all this is going on there are various cute and funny comments going on in the background which is not helping my situation at all.
Finally I launch the third dart and hit the triple 18 which technically was still a miss, but hey, it was a good miss!
Thankfully, we were playing 501 so all of those darts thrown counted and that round was worth 105 points. (The other team was not happy considering those were lucky darts, of course, they know me well enough to know that I rarely throw lucky darts, I have a fair amount of skill and rarely get lucky in a miss)
That just goes to show you that every now and then, even a blind squirrel will occasionally find a nut.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Pussyfooting Around
This past Thursday before I left for the Creek House, I noticed that Miss Kitty's right-rear paw had a slight injury. She seemed to be okay and wasn't, at the time, favoring that foot.
Friday, my brother stopped by the house to feed Miss Kitty and my dog Penny and noticed that she was had a slight limp and that her paw seemed to be a little swollen.
Saturday, by the time I got home, the vet was closed and poor Miss Kitty's foot was really swollen and she was limping really bad. I knew the poor thing didn't feel well because she was uncharacteristically cuddly. She wanted to be close, which is not even close to normal for her.
I put Neosporin on her foot which she almost immediately licked off but it was better than doing nothing for her.
On Sunday her foot looked a little better but it was starting to ooze blood and goo. At this point, I knew she had an infection or an abscess but the color of her gums were still nice and pink and her nose was still cold and damp.
Yesterday morning I called the vet first thing and got an appointment for her to be looked at and treated. Her appointment was in the afternoon so that gave me time to develop a plan of action so that I could get her to the vet without incident.
Miss Kitty was laying on top of a table in the living and luckily the cat carrier was not in its usual place but was close enough by that I could sneak the carrier to her before she could get away.
Miss Kitty has figured out long ago that the carrier means either a very long car ride to the creek or a trip to a place where they stick needles in you, put foreign objects into your ears and worse yet, into your ass.
So, I sneak up on Miss Kitty with the carrier as quietly as I could but of course, when I opened the carrier, she was clued in and tried to hobble away. Thanks to her injury she was unable to escape and I grabbed her by the scruff of the neck to avoid being clawed and bitten, and put her into the carrier.
She immediately starts meowing that poor, pitiful, get me out of here meow and I picked her up and carted her off to the vet.
Miss Kitty is terrified of the vet and typically she will sit on the exam table, ejecting fur and drooling. Yes, drooling. Yesterday, rather than drool, Miss Kitty simply sat there ejecting fur, looking wide eyed because I think deep down she knew that she was about to go through something humiliating.
So after weighing her in at 11.5 pounds, the doctor comes into the room and the vet tech picks her up by the scruff of the neck, supporting her backside, so that the doc could examine her foot. It's at this point that Miss Kitty begins spitting and hissing and giving this really deep, "Don't fuck with me" growl.
They took her to the back to soak her foot in medicine and clean it up so he can have a better look. They also ran a Feline Leukemia and FIV (feline AIDS) test on her. I could hear her back there screaming and hissing and the occasional 'ouch' coming from an unsuspecting technician.
When they returned Miss Kitty she was wrapped up in a towel like a burrito and she was PISSED OFF! They put her on the table again and she sat there giving me the stink eye. Thinking that the ordeal was over, Miss Kitty began to settle back down again and I was petting her and she began to purr.
I felt bad for her as they had shaved her foot and squeezed some of the blood and goo out of the wound, which as I suspected, had abscessed and of course she got an injection of a nice, strong antibiotic. Things were calming down and Miss Kitty was getting calmer and calmer, then the doctor remembered that he forgot something......... to take her temperature.
At this point, I can imagine Miss Kitty laying there thinking that she managed to escape the vet office without having something shoved up her ass, and just as she thinks she's escaped that humiliation the vet raises her tail.
It was then that my cat stopped sounding like a cat and started sounding like a Tasmanian Devil. He raised her tail and she gave off this awful sound, he sticks the thermometer in and the sound suddenly becomes higher pitched. She starts hissing and spitting until it's over with.
After that, I put her back in her cage so she would have no doubt that it was all over with. $269.00 later, Miss Kitty is well on the mend and we know that she is Leukemia and FIV free.
She goes back in 2 weeks to get her shots, she's due anyway. Something tells me that I will have to figure something nice and tricky out to get her into her cage again. Should be fun.
Friday, my brother stopped by the house to feed Miss Kitty and my dog Penny and noticed that she was had a slight limp and that her paw seemed to be a little swollen.
Saturday, by the time I got home, the vet was closed and poor Miss Kitty's foot was really swollen and she was limping really bad. I knew the poor thing didn't feel well because she was uncharacteristically cuddly. She wanted to be close, which is not even close to normal for her.
I put Neosporin on her foot which she almost immediately licked off but it was better than doing nothing for her.
On Sunday her foot looked a little better but it was starting to ooze blood and goo. At this point, I knew she had an infection or an abscess but the color of her gums were still nice and pink and her nose was still cold and damp.
Yesterday morning I called the vet first thing and got an appointment for her to be looked at and treated. Her appointment was in the afternoon so that gave me time to develop a plan of action so that I could get her to the vet without incident.
Miss Kitty was laying on top of a table in the living and luckily the cat carrier was not in its usual place but was close enough by that I could sneak the carrier to her before she could get away.
Miss Kitty has figured out long ago that the carrier means either a very long car ride to the creek or a trip to a place where they stick needles in you, put foreign objects into your ears and worse yet, into your ass.
So, I sneak up on Miss Kitty with the carrier as quietly as I could but of course, when I opened the carrier, she was clued in and tried to hobble away. Thanks to her injury she was unable to escape and I grabbed her by the scruff of the neck to avoid being clawed and bitten, and put her into the carrier.
She immediately starts meowing that poor, pitiful, get me out of here meow and I picked her up and carted her off to the vet.
Miss Kitty is terrified of the vet and typically she will sit on the exam table, ejecting fur and drooling. Yes, drooling. Yesterday, rather than drool, Miss Kitty simply sat there ejecting fur, looking wide eyed because I think deep down she knew that she was about to go through something humiliating.
So after weighing her in at 11.5 pounds, the doctor comes into the room and the vet tech picks her up by the scruff of the neck, supporting her backside, so that the doc could examine her foot. It's at this point that Miss Kitty begins spitting and hissing and giving this really deep, "Don't fuck with me" growl.
They took her to the back to soak her foot in medicine and clean it up so he can have a better look. They also ran a Feline Leukemia and FIV (feline AIDS) test on her. I could hear her back there screaming and hissing and the occasional 'ouch' coming from an unsuspecting technician.
When they returned Miss Kitty she was wrapped up in a towel like a burrito and she was PISSED OFF! They put her on the table again and she sat there giving me the stink eye. Thinking that the ordeal was over, Miss Kitty began to settle back down again and I was petting her and she began to purr.
I felt bad for her as they had shaved her foot and squeezed some of the blood and goo out of the wound, which as I suspected, had abscessed and of course she got an injection of a nice, strong antibiotic. Things were calming down and Miss Kitty was getting calmer and calmer, then the doctor remembered that he forgot something......... to take her temperature.
At this point, I can imagine Miss Kitty laying there thinking that she managed to escape the vet office without having something shoved up her ass, and just as she thinks she's escaped that humiliation the vet raises her tail.
It was then that my cat stopped sounding like a cat and started sounding like a Tasmanian Devil. He raised her tail and she gave off this awful sound, he sticks the thermometer in and the sound suddenly becomes higher pitched. She starts hissing and spitting until it's over with.
After that, I put her back in her cage so she would have no doubt that it was all over with. $269.00 later, Miss Kitty is well on the mend and we know that she is Leukemia and FIV free.
She goes back in 2 weeks to get her shots, she's due anyway. Something tells me that I will have to figure something nice and tricky out to get her into her cage again. Should be fun.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Corpus Christi Bay.....
I just love this song. Robert Earl Keene is one of my favorite singers.
I worked the rigs from three to midnight
On the corpus Christi Bay
I'd get off and drink till daylight
Sleep the morning away
I had a plan to take my wages
Leave the rigs behind for good
But that life it is contagious
And it gets down in your blood
I lived in corpus with my brother
We were always on the run
We were bad for one another
But we were good at having fun
We got stoned along the seawall
We got drunkand rolled a car
We knew the girls at every dancehall
Had a tab at every bar
If I could live my life all over
It wouldnt matter anyway
Cause I never could stay sober
On the Corpus Christi Bay
My brother had a wife and family
You know he gave them a good home
But his wife thought we were crazy
And one day we found her gone
We threw her clothes into the car trunk
Her photographs her rosary
We went to the pier and got drunk
And threw it all into the sea
CHORUS
Now my brother lives in Houston
He married for the secound time
He got a job with the union
And its keeping him in line
He came to Corpus just this weekend
It was good to see him here
He said he finally gave up drinking
The he ordered me a beer
CHORUS X 2
Keywords: H. S. Precision rifles, marketing fail, Lon Horiuchi, shot Vicki Weaver
Linky, just cuz BP asked
The unabridged backstory:
The executive summary:
During the firing of these two shots, Lon Horiuchi managed to quite neatly shoot Vicki Weaver (neither an adult male nor observed with a weapon) in the face -- while she was holding her baby daughter in her arms -- killing the 42-year-old mother graveyard dead.
Some years later, the firearms firm of H-S Precision decided to include a testimonial in their catalog in which the author praised H-S Precision products.
That author was Lon Horiuchi.
From the Law Dog
Bad form H-S Precision, Bad form...
ps. even if the internet doesn't remember, Alésage Patch will.
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