The nerve of these fucking 80-year-old drivers. They back into your car at a gas station, and then refuse to give you their information!

That’s not how the system works, buddy!

It’s nice when the police can actually do something for you! This is the 2nd accident in a row where a whitehead refused to give me his information.  The entitled Baby Boomer generation seems to think that if you are younger than them, that they get to make up their own rules for governance of society. The rate of people giving me information after a car accident is now 100% for those under 50 yrs of age, and 0% for those over 50 yrs of age.  

I’ve now had 7 accidents: 4 while driving [1 of which was my fault: age 16], 2 where I was parked and someone hit me, and 1 where someone else was driving a car of mine.  So since age 17, I’ve had to deal with 6 accidents in 21 years. None my fault. One every 3.5 yrs on average.

Yea, I’m tired of it. In the mid-1990s, someone backed into my Pontiac 6000STE. I let them go without getting their information. Turned out I had internal damage. My horn stopped working. I failed inspection. I had to pay $100+ to get it repaired.  That was when I vowed that I would call the police for ANY accident, even one that seems to have 0 damage. But you know what? I wasn’t going to go through with my vow. It was such a small bump, that I decided I would just trade insurance information with them. I would then file a claim if something came up. These people would have nothing of it!

I wasn’t even in the car. I saw it move and looked over just in time to see their car kinda bouncing away from mine, and seeing both cars bounce in opposite directions (probably only a few inches). I also felt like I saw my front bumper bump back into proper shape, but it happened so quickly. . So I knocked on the window… and then the resistance began. Between then and me calling 911 was probably 3 minutes.

I said something along the lines of: “You just hit my car. I don’t think there’s any damage, but I’d like to get your information in case there turns out to be some damage.”  // “But there’s no damage! Look!” // “Yes, I know. I agree there’s probably no damage. But I’ve been in this exact situation before, and was screwed because I didn’t get the information. So I want the information. And the law is: You have to give it to me.”

They were well-dressed, in a nice car, newer than mine.

He told me he wasn’t going to give me his information because there was no damage. I told him that’s not how the law works. He refused again. He started to get into his car. I quickly ran in grabbed a pen (usually have one in my car, wtf!) and wrote his plate number on my hand, in case they dashed off.

I went back out and told him one more time: Give me your information, or I’ll call the police. If you leave, you will be guilty of hit and run. Still unfazedthe man refused once more to give me his information. I went into the gas station and called 911. The poor gas station had long lines and most definitely lost business due to us blocking 2 pumps for 40 minutes.

So stubborn.

At one point the guy tried to tell me that a car was coming toward him. So you’re saying you reversed into me on purpose in response to another car? Or are you just lying and making up an excuse? C’mon now. Don’t make yourself look stupider.

The cop came, was moderately easy to deal with, and dealt with me first (probably because I was waving my arms around signaling him), then them.

He made them give the information they were legally required to give. That is, after he found the driver. His wife was in the passenger seat, but the driver left. Maybe he just went to the bathroom, but I don’t know. The guy basically left his wife to deal with the cop. Not cool, dude. I heard the cop lecture him that you can’t leave the scene of a crime. Haha. He got lectured by the cop and I didn’t. Haha.

He also told me he was putting on the report that there was no visible damage. Fair enough! I agree with that! I mentioned the car-horn scenario and he made me check my car horn. It worked. Good for him for making me do that, erasing all doubt.

I almost couldn’t find my proof-of-insurance, and was going to be kicking myself if I got another ticket after my recent $150 and $500 redlight/parking tickets (parked where parking attendant told me to park: got $500 ticket: Baltimore court date forthcoming). Fortunately I found it. That would have sucked.

Watching him deal with the old people was funny. They resisted and resisted. He kept explaining and explaining. It’s not a ticket, it’s just an exchange of information. The elderly man — born in 1930, age 82 — wrote very, very poorly. He did not make an effort to write legibly. The cop made him (both of us actually) get out our ID/insurance to double-check that things were filled out properly.

[This is good. In the 1990s a tractor trailer hit me, gave false information to the police, and because they didn’t double-check it, the driver never had to pay for his infraction. I managed to get the real information after the cop left, and the state of Alabama wouldn’t release his identity to the state of Virginia. So why the fuck do we let Alabama still drive its trucks through our state? Republicans? We should demand a state comply with all information requests as a condition of allowing their commercial traffic through our state!]

Anyway, the guy wrote his license plate down so poorly that the cop had to over-write it, but he wrote it wrong, changing a 9 into a 0. GOOD THING I WROTE THE LICENSE PLATE NUMBER ON MY HAND EARLIER, or I’d have an inaccurate report. At least they double check now when they didn’t in the 90’s, but this doesn’t mean there’s any less burden to double-check the information yourself. Remember that.

Even then, they tried to leave fields blank! The officer had to tell them repeatedly that they had to put their phone number on it. They resisted, citing that I would start harassing them. Old people and their fucking fear of technology. My grandparents (RIP) would not get on the internet because they believed if you posted one thing one person didn’t like, they could make your life miserable. I’d be dead by now if there was any truth to that. (Indeed, the only death threats I received via persona phone call in response to my online activities were back in the BBS days before the internet.)

So now I have the guy’s full information (born in 1930!), insurance company, policy #, birthday, address. More info than I would have gotten if he’d just cooperated with my initial, civil request.

So you know what? I called his insurance company and reported it. If he had just given me his information, I wouldn’t have done this. But because he made us all wait there 30-40 minutes to deal with this, I am now driven by SPITE.

USAA too. So he’s probably a veteran who feels that because he served in the military, he somehow has greater rights than the rest of us. That might explain his entitled attitude. I’m admittedly prejudiced against ex-military due to multiple ex-military murderers fucking up my social life with their senseless violence, including murdering Dirk and attacking my friends.

So yeah, I called USAA and filed a claim. They have a process for my situation: I am now scheduled for a 15 minute inspection at a local body shop, to make sure there’s no “internal damage” (insurance term). I am going to pick up taco bell first, because car inspections while eating tacos are better than car inspections without tacos. Basically: (x + taco) > x.

I don’t think they’ll find anything. But now there’s a blip on his insurance record. I did mention that to them. “Now that you’ve made me call the police, there will be a report, your insurance company will know about it, and your insurance will go up.” I wanted to let Mr.Oldboy know that he was stabbing himself in the foot.

This all segues into a recent conversation I had with my dad about old drivers.  He had a misconception that old drivers were better drivers, but then I brought a bunch of government statistics in. Elderly drivers have less fatalities because they drive fewer miles. Per-mile, when you get up to the age of 80, you’re actually worse than a teenager.  The difference being that a lot of teenager accidents are when they are purposely driving shittily and taking risks, while with the old people, they should know better and have a lifetime of experience, are not risktaking, and STILL crash at the same rate. That’s far worse in my book.

If this guy’s handwriting is any indication, he should not be eligible to pass the vision test to get his license.

And yes, I’ve bumped people that hard, and had them not report me. And I was thankful. Some would say this makes me a hypocrite. But I disagree. I’m me. I have my own set of experiences and rules that are different from others. It has been demonstrated to me that it is a mistake not to exchange information. That is a lesson I took to heart. That is not everybody’s lesson. If someone wants to let me off in a situation that I wouldn’t — let them. They are free to not assert their rights as much as I do. We all live our lives different ways.

That one accident that was really my fault, at age 16? The guy was a reverend driving his purple limo. I was a 16 year old kid with ripped jeans driving my parents’ shitty station wagon. He didn’t report the damage. Does this mean I owe someone else an equal let-off? Not to me, it doesn’t. But I did give someone the let-off in the 1990s, and it came back to bite me. At this point, nobody’s ever getting let-off again. Ever. You ding my car, I get your information. I may not call, BUT I GET YOUR INFORMATION. And if you don’t like it, I’m calling the police. And it doesn’t matter if you are elderly, black, white, young, old, in a suit, in ripped jeans — you’re going to be treated equally by me. Information. Police. 100% of the time.


McCarthy Services
6590 Fleet Drive
Alexandria, VA 22310

BLACKLISTED! Made appointment! Never showed up!

Details below. (more…)

//” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors.[originally posted 3/25/2008] Because I am outspoken, have a powerful web presence, and have unpopular and unapologetic opinions, I tend to attract trolls from time to time. For example, the guy who argued that we must protest South Parkbefore the series even came out. Honestly, I might be the actual troll here, as I deliberately put some stuff up to bait people into leaving responses, which is the definition of trolling. But that definition usually applies to neutral forums, not to posting to your own forum. So I’ll go ahead and call the people who attack me on my own spaces “trolls”, in the “I’m rubber you’re glue” spirit.

This is in response to my “What Would Jesus Smoke?” blogposts HERE, as well as my What Would Jesus Smoke (and other Jesus) Flickr images HERE.

These pictures draw “Christian soldiers” from all over the place, causing them to hurl entertaining vitriol in my direction. I fucking love it.

I always thought “Ye who has not sinned should cast the first stone”, but hey, Christians don’t seem to know much about being Christ-like, just like Muslims don’t seem to know much about being Mohammad-like. (And if they did, they would all have 6-year-old wives like Mohammad.) My uncle Sean has already published, analyzed, and commented on this letter, and there are already a few comments over there on his blog. He is more calm and collected, and can say how I feel better than I can. :)

Anyway, this gets ugly. Very ugly. Read on to see the love God puts in all Christians’ hearts. (That was sarcasm.) (more…)

things that have died in the past 4 months:

  • my car [deer = fender, headlight, blinker, +$3000, -$200]
    20091206 - hit a deer - front left - big hole - GEDC0915
  • my car [tie rod, -$700]
    20100227 - Clint's car - tie rod broke - Clint's tires point in different directions - 0 - success edit
  • my car [tire, -$100]
    postcard - woman fixing car in garters - b39c3 (b&w)
  • my RAM [they’re not honoring the warranty replacement because they claim it came from a 4G set, even though I never got 4G at once ever, -$80]
    20091212 - 1 - RAM failure - GEDC1106
  • my 1.5TB harddrive [only 6 months old, Western Digital Green drives suck]
  • carolyn’s car [headlights, -$10 so far, much more to come]
    20090620 - Artomatic - GEDC0129 - Carolyn's car's coolant casualty
  • carolyn’s mp3 player [-$47]
    20080113 - Chicago - 150-5010 - clock radio
  • carolyn’s motherboard [-$70]
    20071006-08 - building Hades - 139-3902 - motherboard (Abit IP35 Pro)
  • carolyn’s power supply [-$45]
    20071006-08 - building Hades - 138-3818 - power supply with MANY connectors
  • carolyn’s 120G harddrive
    20090118 - cleaning house - 175-7503 - harddrives
  • our house’s dryer [$-82 so far]
    20071030 - Beavis in the laundry room - 141-4155
  • our smallest TV, which I had since 1990ish
    20100214 - party aftermath - GEDC1538 - broken TV


Cars sure are annoying! First, Carolyn gets pulled over after the last Voltaire concert, because she didn’t have her headlights on. The officer assumed she was drunk, made up that he smelled alcohol [she drank 1 beer during the whole concert!], and made her take a sobriety test. I of course used the Android Cop Recorder application to record audio, in case the officer tried to pull somebullshit:

So it turns out her headlights are broken somehow… We drove home from D.C. on her fog lights.

Well, last night, we went to Brad & Mandy’s 4th Annual Chili Cookoff… We had the heated chili in hand, and bam, I notice my car has a flat tire.

So we have a choice: Go with a car that has a flat tire, or go with Carolyn’s car. Which, as it turns out, only has ONE working fog light remaining.

Driving home at 2:30AM with one fog light is strange. You can see, but not nearly so much.

And since Farmers Declared my car a total loss, I can’t take advantage of their free towing anymore. Carolyn & I have both utterly failed at changing tires, multiple times in our past. I usually just get it towed to the tire store for free and let them do it; I never even see it happen. But not today. Today I have to try to change my spare tire onto the car. Having never successfully done this in the past — I have little faith in myself here. I even jumped on the wrench as hard as I could, and still, with my full body weight kicking, could not turn the wrench. But that was in 1994. Now we have and, and they say to use penetrating oil if you can’t turn ’em. Maybe that tip will help.

Meanwhlie, Carolyn changed her headlight bulbs, but they still don’t work! Grr. Our next party next weekend is a significantly farther ride. I am either going to need my tire fixed, or she is going to need her headlights fixed. It’s probably gonna be my car….

Meanwhile, I’m debating buying some freon. I haven’t had air conditioning in 3 or 4 years, and the older I get, the worse I am at dealing with extreme heat (AND cold).

FML? (more…)

Fuck this shit! Fuck having to use TWO handkerchiefs (because the 1st is saturated). Oh, I could use paper towels, but I’d have gone through at least a roll today alone.

Fuck pouring 2-4 glasses of water at once because I can’t get enough water.

Fuck my stomach hurting from drinking more water than it can hold, yet being parched.

YARRR.. I’m going to actually go to the doctor this time. (more…)

[UPDATE: The problem stopped a few hours later; I simply used my non-wireless keyboard during the interim. Never did figure it out.]
unsure how
i managed
to remap
all the
keys on
my keyboard…why
does a
space now equal
enter AND
space? why
does hitting
my control key
open the
calcultor?? it’s
not setpoint,
it’s not
girder. what
else is
even capable?
is this- some_obscure_windows
accessibility feature?

the- 2nd- keyboard- either–guess
reboot (more…)

Who was the bright moron over at Evites who thinks that having planned maintenance on New Year’s Eve, one of the biggest party days of the year, when the highest number of people are depending on your services — makes sense on any planet in this universe? (more…)

You’d think that a video of fire burning couldn’t be done poorly, but I have to say this one was. It’s a 40 minute video. Of fire in a fireplace. For turning your TV into fireplace eye candy. But get this — it appears they couldn’t be bothered to actually film fire for 40 minutes. By fast forwarding through this video one minute at a time, and looking at the logs — it sure as hell seems like they looped 10 minutes of the fire burning 4 times. Talk about lazy.

To do this right, they should film a full fire for a few hours, even if that means adding — GASP — *new* logs. Oh: And make it HD. Flames have beautiful details. I’d love some 1080p fire. (more…)

So I realized we had no idea what our new (a few months old) bathroom faucet that we picked out at Home Depot was. Poor diligence on our parts to not even keep the box or proof of purchase or anything. I took some pictures, went to the website, set my default image zoom to 260%, and opened every faucet they had with my characteristics. Finally, I figured it out. I want to buy a replacement aerator, so I can scratch the hell out of mine taking it off with a vice-grip, so that I can install the faucet illuminator I got at thinkgeek:

^ You have to click. They prevent hotlinking.

OH MY GOD! THAT’S MY FAUCET! I was not expecting that. That’s an incredibly huge coincidence that ThinkGeek‘s image for this faucet illuminator just happens to be using the EXACT Moen faucet we bought. Incredible. And now as of writing this sentence, I’m 100% sure this can be done. But the reason we got this new faucet is that I ruined the aerator on the last one trying to do this exact same thing. We probably just needed a new aerator, not a whole new faucet. But this one has a MUCH higher spout, which allows me to wash my hands without having to bend over. Which means on severe bad back days (which I get less and less, almost 3 yrs after my injury) I don’t have to sit on the side of the bathtub like a cripple to wash my hands.

So anyway, I figure out which faucet is mine: Moen #84292. I figure out the part number for the replacement areator, 3939. But the website says you can’t buy the part. WTF. This was just sold to me in 2008! So I leave them web support mail, which promises a response 2 business days later. This was on Wednesday. I get my response Saturday. Does that count as 2 business days later? I don’t think so. 2 business days went by without a response. It’s not hard to do email support. I did it for 2.5 yrs. And their response indicated they clearly had not read and comprehended my complaint. Which is very typical. So I wrote them this response, which I decided to save here, primarily for myself (stuff in bold was stuff that I made into a font 3 times as high to mock their ineptitude):

Dear Moen Support — especially Jef,

I wish you had taken the time to properly read and comprehend my original complaint. But you didn’t. You failed at providing the support your “valued” customer needed, leaving me in the exact same situation I was in before mailing you.

In my original email, I stated that the problem is your site says that part is not on sale. And what was the solution you provided? To tell me to buy the part online at the site. Did you not hear me just say the website says the part is not on sale?

Here’s an idea: If you run an email support desk, why don’t you read the emails you are allegedly reading. I ran an email support desk for 2.5 yrs and would never have been caught dead with such a poor response.

Here is my original complaint, with emphasis added:

‘Comments: Hi. I just had this installed at February. Bought it brand new from Home Depot. I’m trying to remove the aerator to put a faucet light on — you might not have heard of these, but they illuminate the water. Anyway, I very well may scratch it when doing this, and want the replacement, part 3939. But your site says it’s not on sale! I don’t understand how I’m supposed to live the rest of my life with a faucet that I can’t replace the aerator on. ): Please advise.
Reply By: Phone- Yes, please contact me by phone if necessary’

Okay. Attempt number two.

Read my complaint again. Read it properly.

I’ve stated the problem is that your website says the part is not on sale. In case you still can’t understand this, I’ve included an attachment of a screenshot of your website saying this.

So, once again, I am asking: HOW DO I BUY PART 3939? I NEED THIS PART. (more…)

So, we saw the comedy act of Stella (ex-The State members) last nite, after being big fans of their 10-episode show, as well as their even-funnier Shorts that were released before the show. IT SUCKED A LOT.

Yes, I understand the concept of general admission. But when you’re hosting an event at a frickin’ synagogue, you can’t sell EVERY seat. YOU CAN’T SEE THE STAGE FROM 50+ SEATS. We showed up a bit late (50 minutes after doors opened), but the line still went around two corners. Yet upon getting in, there were no seats where you could see the stage. We managed to find a place where 2 people could sit, and I could manage to see the BACK OF THE HEAD of ONE of the 3 members, only if other people’s heads in front of me didn’t move.

Some other people walked out, and we moved to their seat. If I sat on the back of the pews (ass pain!), I could actually see the top of all 3 peoples’ heads. But my ass could only handle that for 5 minutes out of every 30. Standing got similar results, but we still couldn’t see the sreen behind them. You know, the screen where they show videos that they talk about? The screen used for 10-30% of their act. Never saw it. Not until the last bit, when more people walked out to beat the crowd.

The only time a venue has ever disappointed me more is with Ram’s Head Live and their false advertising for Danzig‘s show as being “Classic Songs By The Misfits“. But at least that was on the marketing side, not the logistics side. The Stella show was a logistically disaster.

I called the venue, but not before I mistakenly spent 30 minutes trying to deal with the assholes at Ticketmaster. I’m also more convinced than ever that the people who actually buy tickets are the *least* of Ticketmaster’s concern. I “liveblogged” my phone experience (see below). I’m also going to report this to the D.C. Fire Marshall. People were sitting on the stairs everywhere because of how overbooked they were. You screw me, I screw you.

Anyway, the people at the synagogue were at least a bit understanding. They would not give me a refund, but Carolyn & I now have two free will-call tickets for the unannounced Feb 2nd Tim And Eric show at the synagogue. I couldn’t be more excited. But I wont believe I was actually put on the list until Feb 2 when I call. And if I wasn’t, it may be too late to buy a ticket. So they will either screw me twice (if they make me miss Tim & Eric), or once. Free tickets for Tim & Eric means that I paid once for one actual show, but still had to drive up there twice and lose two evenings. That still counts as screwed over in my book. Phone log below. Stop reading now. (more…)

Guess I’ll use my OTHER computer to download the files. Thank you for failing me once again Firefox.  Looks like Firefox looks in the environment for %TMP to use as a temporary folder. Nevermind the fact that windows uses %TEMP internally, so I tend to use %TMP (no E) in my own scripts. Look what happens if %TMP is set to a file (d:\documents and settings\oh\local settings\temp\4nt36c.tmp-) instead of a folder: Firefox can’t save. This includes “Save As” too!  The only solution is to close firefox, unset %TMP, and re-start it.

Here’s a hint to the Firefox developers: If a file can’t save, check if the directory is valid. If it’s not, check %TEMP instead of %TMP! If that’s still invalid, use the recycle bin as a temp folder! There’s really no excuse for firefox to fail in a practically-undocumented way such as this. It’s taken me awhile to put two and two together that this is what’s happening. Lame.

OTHER IRONY: The computer downstairs’s Firefox breaks such that you can’t type addresses into the addressbar. This happens if it’s open for about 24 hours (and I only reboot 2-3 times a month). So not only do I have to copy the address from my firefox on this computer onto the other computer to save the file, but I have to do it at the command-line to make firefox open it.  Score another victory for the superior realiability of the command-line. Memory leaks and such can’t make generally command-line commands fail the same way they can make GUI elements fail. It’s the KISS principle: Keep It Simple, Stupid.

But worse than being sick is having a miserable day getting very little done between 7AM and Midnight, falling alseep for only 1.5 hours, and waking up at 1:30AM unable to sleep despite being sick. Oh, and not being able to go to the doctor because my car wont start. And of course, being sick, I really don’t feel like dealing with the car issue at the moment. If we can’t jump start it, I’ll have it towed up to Tacoma, MD, where Carolyn’s uncle can work on it again. It better not be the fucking alternator (alternator number five, still under warranty.).

So I played Culdcept all night (well, 2:30-7AM), winning the last 2 maps, and completing story mode, gaining 2 more medals for a total of 15. (Out of 50. I’m done with the game but still have a long way to go for 100% completion, as we rarely play 1-player. I’ve now played Culdcept for over 400 hours total, though I thought it was over 500 hours last time I checked.) And saw Carolyn off to work.

Now it’s 10AM, and I’ve been up 25.5 of the last 27 hours. And I probably wont go to bed til midnite tonite when Carolyn goes to bed. Maybe if I CoolEdit enough WAV files (I’m processing my incoming music backlog these days) and sedate myself slightly, I’ll finally be able to mentally fatigue myself enough to take a nap before Carolyn comes home. But it’s unlikely.

I better not fall asleep during Heroes, which we plan to watch tonite!

blah. I don’t usually go to the doctor, but since it’s a big party weekend, I was willing. Too bad about the car. Even if we were to jump start it tonite at 6PM, I seriously doubt going to the doctor on wednesday is going to cure me by friday. The only time I ever got an instant cure at the doctor’s was when I went to a specialist who gave me a direct injection of the steroidal drug Dexadrone (which they warned me makes your balls itch for 60 seconds; I only felt it for about 3 seconds and they were all very disappointed). I went from having 3 weeks of mononucleosis to being COMPLETELY better, INSTANTLY AND PERMANENTLY. Of course when I told this to the HMO doctors at Kaiser-Permanente, they were like, “Why would anyone do that?”

Indeed. Why would anyone cure a sick person? There’s far more money to be made in prescriptions and follow-up co-pays!

As such, compared to that experience, I find most Doctor care to be quite mediocre. If you can’t cure me in 10 minutes, why should I give you a $25 co-pay? My current primary care physician SUUUCKS. His office refused to take my medical records for the last 2 years from Kaiser-Permanente. After all, who needs records? It’s just my fucking medical care, that’s all. (more…)

Well, it’s not cancer. It was simply a regrown radicular cyst, possibly thanks to the suckitude of my last oral surgeon, possibly thanks to the suckitude of the 3 root canals in those 2 teeth, or possibly due to none of the above and simple bad luck and/or genetics.

Doctor’s recommendation is for me to get the area cleaned out again, losing tooth #19 & #20, and paying $1150 out of pocket because Carolyn’s Aetna insurance only covers 50%. They told me there that most people’s Aetna covers 80%, so a special thanks to Carolyn’s employer for giving out shitty dental benefits. But then again, dental benefits are getting shittier and shittier by the year, with most companies scaling back maximum yearly payout from $1500 to $1250 in the last 10 years. My dentist was just commenting on how this has gone down, despite dental costs going up. People: Pay attention to your dental benefits when seeking employment. If a few people turn down employment based on inferior benefits, companies will be forced to negotiate better scams. It is unfortunate that our capitalist system will gradually move towards exploitation unless each individual is individually vigilant. This is one of the reasons why socialized health care can be much better for the average person.

So, it’s either $1150 out of pocket to go back in in an equally invasive procedure — or I can wait for when and if it grows back, and have an equally invasive surgery for a mere $135 out of pocket. So I am being encouraged to not deal with the problem, or pay over eight times as much.

[sarcasm on] Gee, our capitalist health care system is the best on the planet. It’s so good that the republicans have prevented us from running things like the rest of the civilized world does. It’s great that money encourages people to seek out less healthy solutions. [/sarcasm off]

It would be cheaper (in terms of total money spent; NOT for me) to fix it for good with the apoco ($1150), yet I am encouraged to keep coming back and pay for cheaper surgeries ($130), thus giving the insurance companies more profit by having more business. Keeping me sick for their profit; fining me 8X as much if I want to get better. Welcome to America. (How do I get out?) (more…)

The motherfucking pool table is finally moved to the motherfucking basement! Finally!!!  The endeavor took a whopping 63 days (timeline below), though it only took 4 days from calling the right people  (Higgins Billiard Supply).

The job — finally finished. It’s about time. I called Higgins Billiard Supply, and the job was done in 3 days. They knew what they were doing, and they did it. No cancellations or dicking around. Compare this to calling J L’s Pool Table Services (Justin Lawrence), where the table was still not moved 33 days after my intial contact (full timeline below). Thus, this post has the tag “Companies That Screwed Me Over” — for J.L.’s Pool Table Services untimely manner in dealing with me. If you need a pool table moved — Call Higgins Billiard Supply instead! Tell them Clint‘s Blog sent you there :)

Ball return. I retrieved about 6 blue cubes of pool chalk, as well as a 9-volt battery with built-in water meter (WTF).

Refelting (it’s not actually felt, BTW) in progress. They were impressed that I used the correct term of “spray adhesive”, but I use that stuff all the time to decorate (for example, speakers with neat magazine clippings and such). They also had these $200 suction cup handles that seemed like something Catwoman would use. Those, dollies, and blankets were used to move it.

The pool table had to come out of our main room, down the hall, out the front, across the front of the driveway, down the side yard, stepping down from 2-foot retaining wall, across the back of the house, into the kitchen back door, through the narrow hallway that connects the kitchen do our rec room, and across the rec room. Of course, moving it was only about half the time — the other time was spent re-felting. And they gave me a good deal too — so they definitely get a plug on my blog! That’s Higgins Billiard Supply.

Oranjello liked their tools. He had to spend a lot of the time locked in the bathroom. He actually had at least one opportunity to escape, too — but he didn’t take it. Both the pool table guys were from Woodbridge, so we actually ended up discussing which high schools and middle schools we went to — among other topics such as 2 Girls 1 Cup, crazy people at parties, fisting, and kittens (but not fisting kittens). It’s nice when people have real personalities and are wiling to bring the conversation to any topic at any level. It’s nice when people aren’t stuck up.   Full timeline below, after the jump: (more…)

So who did the Windows Update that came out last night? Since I had automatic updates, I had no choice. But I tried to stop it by killing some processes. This was a bad idea. I should have just let it go.

Now [UPDATE: it’s fixed now], all non-bolded text on all webapages are italics, including any text box I type in. Firefox and I already decided Firefox 3.0 is something I’d like to avoid based on trying it out [UPDATE: it wasn’t a firefox error, it happened in IE as well]. So what the hell is happening? How can a Windows Update affect Firefox? [UPDATE: It didn’t. My Arial font got corrupted.] Is Microsoft pulling some shit (forced incompatibility)? [UPDATE: No.]

This just goes along with my general rant against changing computers. If I set something up, it should stay exactly as I set it up – for the rest of my life. This is progress? Now I have to find a new web browser, and kiss my working plugins goodbye? I need the NoSquint plugin to live on a 52-inch monitor. [UPDATE: To add to this rant .. a font file, once installed, really shouldn’t be touched. Ever!]

UPDATE: My arial font may be corrupted.

UPDATE: Fixed by downloading arial font HERE.


I hear great things for those who self-host using the software, but the changes they’ve made to the dashboard are absolutely deplorable to me. Hell, my links of the day do not even look the same, despite me changing nothing. And how do you “Save and continue editing”, something I’ve found VERY NECESSARY to do? They have a save button, but it takes you away from the editor. So now I can’t save a post without having to close out my editor, returning to the view of the post, hitting the edit button, and waiting for the editor page to load back again?! WTF. Who the hell REMOVES functionality? How the hell is that progress? What is the point of changing the entire appearance of the dashboard, without adding any functionality (and in fact taking some away)? This is as bad as the latest version of Microsoft Word, where they changed everything around, making it so that years of training became useless. WHAT THE FUCK, WORDPRESS? (more…)

So I tried to watch a YouTube video fullscreen while eating lunch today. BAM. Firefox (2) crashed. Okay, this happens sometimes. So I rerun it — and it bitches about not being able to upgrade because some files are in use. They aren’t! I ps and kill processes just to make sure, but to no avail. So I use IE to download Firefox3 beta4. Oh, 6 out of 7 of my plugins are not compatible? Fuck you! Progress is bad! Anything I build should last until I die, and the futility of having what you build be torn down is what makes most people stay computer novices.

I think people in newer, more expensive homes have a false perception of work performed being easier than it actually is.

20060921 - after the retina appointment - 0665 - dye made Carolyn's pee day-glo yellowJust wanted to get that off my shelf shoulder chest. The plumbers were just here yesterday, to fix multiple dripping sinks, and install a new faucet in the bathroom. I didn’t have them replace the shower-head, since I thought it would be easy. And the next thing I know, the entire bathtub spout falls off. And our shower comes out of the bathtub spout (there is a kind with a shower-head adapter on the bottom, it’s common enough to be sold at Home Depot). Attempts to hook the shower directly to the pipe coming out of the wall turned out to be quite leaky, and Home Depot can’t find a replacement hose because they have rearranged the store in the last 2 weeks. So I got a new faucet… Can I get it on a rusty pipe? A lifetime of past experiences predicts I will waste an hour of my time and get zero out of it. Already been to Home Depot twice today.

At least, as of the plumbers coming yeterday, we can have hot water in the bathroom, use our spray gun again, use the dishwasher, and washer/dryer again, and don’t need 3 different buckets for leaks.   But now — there’s no way to take a shower!  The 2nd shower is operationa, but it needs a re-tiling/grouting, because the water just runs into the wall instead of the drain.  We took one shower with it, once, to test it out, and since then it has been “storage for potentially wet items” (post-camping camping gear goes here sometimes, or coolers).  Right now, we have that shower, and then a bathtub, with no shower head, no shower pipe, and no faucet — just a pipe sticking out of the wall. Ghetto.

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