Thursday, November 27, 2008

Turkey day is under way

Well, we've got a carrot cake baked (for my birthday) and the turkey is in the hotbox. We battled the crowds yesterday and managed to secure a case of 2 buck chuck (well, 3 buck chuck out here I guess) chardonnay and some beers as well as all the other provisions we needed for today because I have a feeling I'm gonna be rockin out in my fat pants on the couch ALL DAY LONG. I imagine Sara is going to take a bunch of pictures of the turkey and shit later on, so check her blog. As we speak, Big Bear is circling the dinner table trying to figure out how to get to the carrot cake which is cooling in the middle. If that little cake eatin bastard gets ahold of my birthday cake, it's either back to the pound or ol' yeller time for him.

And in honor of thanksgiving (come on...you all knew it was coming).

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Updates

Not much new around here, so I haven't really had anything to post. We're getting ready for turkey day, I think we're going to just have the two of us for dinner (unless any of you are interested in coming of course). Both of us have to work so we can't get out of town very easily. Work is going pretty well, I'm finally starting to get the hang of it I think. The people I work with are cool. One very uncool thing is that tonight I have my first maintenance, so I get to work from 10pm to 8am on Sunday morning. At my old job our maintenance's were pretty casual so if you didn't have anything to do, you didn't have to go or if you only had one or two things to do, you could either just do it from home after 11, or leave when you were done. I think here it's pretty much like a regular work day. Oh well, what can you do. Forward progress has it's price I suppose.

:EDIT: This is what you look like after working overnight to try and patch 4000+ servers:

Saturday, November 15, 2008

This is neat


Mad Poodle from Eric J. on Vimeo.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Hold me puppah......

Sunday, November 09, 2008

The Snow Chief is operational

Yesterday I decided to tackle the task of getting Snow Chief back up and running. I got a new carburetor for it, because really there aren't too many parts in a small engine like that, and from what I can tell 90% of the problems come from either the carb or spark plug. The new carb is an "emissions" model that doesn't have any sort of adjustments for fuel/air mixture or anything like that, so it was sort of a crapshoot whether or not it would run well. Old engines generally get touchy after a while and you have to be able to tweak them to get them running right.

So, I pulled the old one off, and after struggling with getting the fuel line off without breaking it for 20 minutes, I threw the new guy on. I gave the primer bulb three pumps, and one pull later she was breathing fire again! She ran great (loud as hell, as per usual) and idled fine through the entire throttle range. The test will be what happens when I have to use it the first time. Before, what would happen is that it would run great until it got hot (like 10 minutes under load usually) and then it would start dying. I could play with the needle adjustment and getting running again, but after a minute it would start up the same thing again. It also started leaking gas out of the needle screw on the bottom of the bowl, so I *think* what was happening was that the needle was sticking open after a while, and not regulating the flow of fuel. Whatever, we'll see what happens when we get our first big snow fall.

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

An election day reminder from Fox

Monday, November 03, 2008

Whenever I get a package of plain M&M's....

....I make it my duty to continue the strength and robustness of the candy as a species. To this end, I hold M&M duels.
Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure, squeezing them together until one of them breaks and splinters. That is the "loser," and I eat the inferior one immediately. The winner gets to go another round.

I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&Ms are tougher, and the newer blue ones are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized that the blue M&Ms as a race cannot survive long in the intense theater of competition that is the modern candy and snack-food world.

Occasionally I will get a mutation, a candy that is misshapen, or pointier, or flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to be a weakness, but on very rare occasions it gives the candy extra strength. In this way, the species continues to adapt to its environment.

When I reach the end of the pack, I am left with one M&M, the strongest of the herd. Since it would make no sense to eat this one as well, I pack it neatly in an envelope and send it to M&M Mars, A Division of Mars, Inc., Hackettstown, NJ 17840-1503 U.S.A., along with a 3x5 card reading, "Please use this M&M for breeding purposes."

This week they wrote back to thank me, and sent me a coupon for a free 1/2 pound bag of plain M&Ms. I consider this "grant money." I have set aside the weekend for a grand tournament. From a field of hundreds, we will discover the True Champion.

There can be only one.

A video of a bunch of people getting really lucky

Saturday, November 01, 2008

Two posts in one day

So I must have posted too early. I'm at Menards today and I called Sara to see if we needed draino. She proceeds to tell me that water is dripping from the ceiling in the basement. If you've been to my house, you've probably seen some water spots on one of the ceiling tiles in the basement (there is some bad grout in the floor tile outside the shower that will leak if the shower curtain isn't closed right). Well, this was in a totally different spot. I get home and check it out and it's not from the shower oddly enough. I pull the tiles out and start digging around and see that whatever it is is still leaking pretty good. I figure out where it is and go back up stairs. Sure as shit, the water supply line to the toilet is leaking and had been for a while. I shut the water off and pull the line and hustled over to the hardware store (because I had to pee and needed to fix it). Luckliy they were open.

So I get the toilet fixed and the water cleaned up. We eat dinner and I walk Bear. When I get home, I try to close the garage door and it jams. This isn't unusual as it's shitty and gets off track and jams alot. Usually you just have to stop it, and start it again and it goes. I try like 3 times and nothing. I go out there and what do you know, the door is fuxored. The top panel (which has been sketchy for a while) split and the metal frame folded. Awesome. I guess I get to shell out a grand or so to get that fixed this week. Sometimes I wish I still rented.

updates

I've been really busy with work lately, so I haven't had much of a chance to post any updates. The new job is going well. I just finished my 5th week there (really flew by) and I'm finally starting to catch on to how things work. I've still got tons to learn but it's starting to come together a little. I actually got to feel useful the last few days and contribute to fixing some issues which was nice. I've been going through ITIL training the last week (Information Technology Infrastructure Library) and took my certification test Friday. It was pretty tough, lots of information crammed into a two day course. I honestly have no idea if I passed, but then again, no one else in the class did either so I'm probably right on par.

Not much else exciting has been going on. Last weekend I went to the annual watch fair at Wixon's (high end jeweler here) and got to play with a bunch of watches I can't afford. My buddy was looking at an IWC and this rep from A.Lange & Sohne was like "here, you need to check this guy out" and pulls out this crazy piece. It was really sweet and all, so I'm playing with it, trying it on and stuff, and I caught a glimpse of the price tag: $126,xxx. I pretty much immediately set it down and walked away. Ridiculous. I mean seriously, look at me. Does it look like I have $126,000 to spend on a watch? I don't understand why they even let people like me in to those things. You know you're in trouble when the cheapest thing they've got is a Rolex Submariner or Panerai.