Saturday, August 13, 2016

There are days

There are days, as my sainted mother would have said, that "just make your ass tired."  Hey, my momma could swear like a sailor.  I've seen her cuss a lawnmower that wouldn't run until it started out of fear.  True story.

Saturday, August 13, was one of those days.  I had to go into work today on what is normally a day off, which just kind of starts the day off with suck.  Nominally, I went in to help out with processing returning students at Podunk University.  But seeing as how we were having some problems with a fairly critical part of our computing infrastructure, I wound up pretty much begging off, heading to my office and calling tech support with a Severity 1 case.  Not a big deal, anything needed for the returning students they could text me for--it was just password resets, and not many of those.  I'm usually there to be a highly paid security blanket, except I don't get paid for this, being a salaried employee.  And I hate giving out freebies.

So after an 8 1/2 hour marathon call, we got the critical part of infrastructure squared away.  We also found out that another critical piece of infrastructure is pretty well screwed to hell and gone, and it's going to have to be taken care of soon.  Maybe we can baby it until fall break.  At which point we'll have to break our network to fix it.  Yay us.  I'd like to kill one of my old server admins who came up with the fool idea that caused all this.

So I get home and take Mrs. Freeholder out for supper.  She had spent the day doing laundry and cleaning house.  She's going to the beach with a girlfriend next week, and I think she's afraid I'll get hit by a bus and not have clean underwear on.  At any rate, having done such things myself, I appreciate her doing all that without help, so out for supper we went.

Back home, and I have the foolish idea that I'm going to catch up on my aimless Intertubz surfing.

My Lord, why hath thou forsaken me?

I've been busy lately, and I haven't been on the computer for recreation much.  I'm going to have to make that a habit until the election is over.  Here's a list of the things I have learned reading what passes for the news in 2016 America.

  • Trump is the Antichrist.  
  • Hillary is the Antichrist.  
  • Trump wants to kill Hillary.  
  • Hillary wants to start a war with Russia.  
  • The GOP hates Trump and is out to sabotage him by any means necessary.  
  • The DNC hates Bernie and sabotaged him using every means at their disposal.  
  • Bernie is a hypocrite because he bought a $600k house, is third. 
  • Hillary has a brain tumor/seizure disorder/there's not a thing wrong with her, it's Bush's fault and you're a racist.  
  • Trump's campaign is being sued because one campaign guy in North Carolina allegedly pulled a gun on another campaign guy.  
  • Trump and Hillary are too old for run for President (but Bernie was older).
  • The polls say Hillary will win in a landslide.
  • The polls are rigged, they're ran by the same media that has shown a slavish devotion to the Democrats for 8 years, and Trump is going to pull a Brexit.
I could keep going, but why?  I think even a blind pig could find this acorn.  

And whatever you do, don't go on Facebook.  Really, just don't.  I'm going on once every few days, and I've unfriended and unfollowed until I'm tired of doing it, and it's still wall-to-wall half-informed (on a good day) people spewing bile about the other side's candidate that THEY HATE AND WHO IS GOING TO DESTROY THE COUNTRY IF THEY GET ELECTED.

They sad part is both sides just may be correct.

I could desperately use some trigger time, but tomorrow's weather forecast is for 93 degrees and 93 percent humidity, and I'm not joking.  When I was younger I'd have blown that off, but these days I have to take a look at that and say "You know, I have pistols from the last range trip that need cleaning in the nice cool, air conditioned basement," and go with that instead.

At least it will keep me away from the Intertubz.

Thursday, August 11, 2016

I would like to note the passing of a patriot

Mike Vanderboegh, husband, father of three, and founder of the III% movement passed peacefully in his beloved Alabama home yesterday.

Mike was not everyone's cup of tea.  His uncompromising belief in the raw words of the Constitution and his oath taken so many years ago, which lead him to found the III percent movement, made many lessor men uncomfortable.

That, dammit, is why they are lessor men.  That is why we are watching an election where our choices are between a traitorous old harridan and a bombastic, untrustworthy serial bankruptcy specialist.  We are in this position because there are far too few Mike Vanderboeghs in this world and far too many Hillary Clintons and Donald Trumps.

I never had the pleasure of meeting Mike.  My loss.  But I've read a lot of the things he wrote.  I don't agree with them all, but the power of his belief shines through every word he wrote. and I have to respect that.

There was a commercial a few years back with a tagline I'm going to steal.  It would be a better country if more of us would "Be Like Mike".

Sunday, August 07, 2016

The things ones finds on the Intertubz

Son is something of a gamer, as in computer and console gamer.  Enough so that he has purchased a specialized computer set up specifically for gaming.

I've had servers that were in smaller cases than this behemoth.  One of the guys at work who also has this affliction helped him configure it, and I threw in my $0.02 worth from my days building specialized high performance servers.  For what he has invested in it, the sucker is quick.  (Shout out to the folks at CyberpowerPC.  They do nice work.)

Unfortunately, the 802.11ac wireless in The Freehold just isn't good enough, or so I'm told.  The connection must be wired.  So after 10 years of living wirelessly, I have to pull data cable in the place.  And since I have to do it, I'm going to wire the entire place.  So each TV gets a drop, my work space gets 2 drops (rank hath its privileges) and a drop in the workshop for working on computers and one to the ham radios for their needs.

However, we are doing this on a semi-frugal basis.  I have a number of items salvaged from various tear outs of Cat 5e vintage.  One of these items is an Amp pre-wired 12 port punch down block.  Usually such things are well labeled as to which wire gets punched down where.  Not this one.  But Google to the rescue, and eventually I was able to determine how to properly punch down my connections.

However, while on the search, I came across a bunch of other stuff, some of which I sent off to Mountain Man, which engendered a return of other stuff.  Being pressed for time, I'm just going to give you the links and let you sort through it for yourselves.  Me, I'm bookmarking it for viewing in my Copious Spare Time or retirement, whichever comes first.

Enjoy the links.  But beware Alice, that's a rabbit hole you're going down.

Where has this been all my life?

(Via Recomendo)

A method in which "cords and charging cables will stay wrapped, won't get tangled, and are very easy to unwrap."  I suspect it can be applied to things like rope, but I haven't had the opportunity to try it yet.

Things like this give me hope that the world may yet pull its head out of its arse.