Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Abandonment

My time for blogging here on Blogger has come to a sudden end. This is by choice and not because I dislike Blogger. I've launched my own web site and am able to host my own blog and have complete control over it.

The new site is called Stand Like a Man (www.standlikeaman.com) and it's hosted with plenty of room to upload photos, files, and what-have-you. Right now it's just a lame entry page with one picture on it, but we'll eventually have a fun site.

I've created an area for both Quinn and myself to host our own sub-sites (including blogs). So far I've gotten as far as importing the contents of this blog (minus this post) to my own blog space and tweak the theme/widgets/plugins. Quinn will have to decide what he wants to do with his piece of the site.

Anyhow, my blog can now be found at:

http://www.standlikeaman.com/gabe

Pretty simple, eh? Be sure to update your bookmarks/favorites/RSS feeds!

This entry is moving on to stranger things!

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

I've got the fever...

... okay, more like I've got A fever.

I ended up leaving work early yesterday because I was starting to feel feverish and achy; the typical signs of a flu. I went straight home and started resting.

This morning I woke up feeling hotter -- the thermometer verified this to be true -- so I called in sick and decided to sweat it out. This is a tactic I've used to fight fever since I was a teenager: If my fever is 101° or lower, I'll try bundling up in multiple blankets and sweating it out. If it's higher, I'll try Tylenol or Advil (or their generic equivalent) and/or a cold shower to bring it down, then try to sweat it out. I've never put much thought into it, since I only continue to do it because it has worked so well in the past.

Christine gave me a call to check on how I was feeling and I told her about my methods. It struck me as odd that I had never really investigated the reasons for a fever and why the body does what it does, so I decided to look it up. I now share this knowledge with you:

Fever - Wikipedia
A kid's guide to fever
Fever - How Stuff Works

Seems as though the reasoning and logic behind my fever-fighting methods are pretty good!

This entry is feeling much better now.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

New Job, New Camera

I've kept this quiet for a variety of reasons, but I ended up getting laid off at the new job I found. 2 weeks after I started, they lost a major contract and the loss of it caused the owner to let 3 people go 2 weeks following the incident. Being the lowest on the totem pole, I was obviously one of them.

Luckily my friend Christine is an amazing job placement professional, so she went right to work in finding me opportunities to apply for. Less than 2 days after I was unemployed, I had a phone interview, and a day later I had an in-person interview with the same company. They put me through a test, which turned out to be ridiculously simple. I got an offer the following Tuesday, countered on Wednesday and got the job. So I was out of work for 9 days ... not too shabby!

Today is my second day with this new company and I'm already contributing. We went to 3 client locations yesterday (Monday) and I ended up finding the solution to every problem we encountered. It felt good.

So now the cat is out of the bag, as they say. Moving right along ...

Client quote of the week: "Norton didn't seem to like it, so he dropped the Google!"



A friend of mine recently purchased herself a new camera. She's really enjoying it and decided that her old camera needed a good home, so she emailed me and offered to let me have it. I couldn't pass it up.

It isn't a major upgrade, since it's the same resolution (3.2 MP), but it has a much better lens and a 10x optical zoom, plus a macro mode. I've only snapped a few pictures so far and they've turned out pretty good. We'll see how much I can get out of it as time goes by.

This entry just keeps plodding along.

Thursday, April 26, 2007

All I have to say is ...

... that I have nothing to say.

Okay, that isn't entirely true.

My mom emailed me with some very bad news yesterday: One of my cousins was in a car accident and her 3 y/o girl was killed as a result of the accident. I can't imagine the pain she's going through right now.

The new job is going pretty well so far. Some days are a bit slow, but I'm told that it isn't unusual, especially since I'm new and don't have any regular clients assigned to me yet. I have taken on 3 new clients for the company since I started, which feels good. One of them turned out to be the mayor of Tustin, CA. He and his wife are very nice people.

Let's see ... hmm ... while driving to a client's office I witnessed traffic come to a complete halt and people rushing out of their cars to come to the aid of a mother duck and her ducklings trying to cross the busy multi-lane road. I couldn't help but smile while I watched a mixed group of soccer moms and businessmen give them an escort.

This entry doesn't know what else to say.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Blathering Idiot ... savant?

Can one truly believe the world as it has been presented to them by their parents or the media? What about your own two eyes? How difficult is it to earnestly look at things on your own and come to your own conclusions? Why is the world so caught up with celebrity and scandal? Isn't their own existence enough? If it isn't, why don't they do something about it?

Get up. Get out. Seek the truth yourself. Don't bother spouting off at the mouth about what you've read and heard second-hand. Everybody lies. Find the answer for yourself.

This entry cares not for titles and accolades.; Put up, or shut up.

Monday, April 02, 2007

Last Day at Work

Friday was my last day at Orange County United Way. In lieu of a mushy goodbye email, I decided to send out something a little more my style. Here's what I sent to staff:
Well as it turns out, the Simian Protection Society caught on to our recent monkey problems and have decided to press charges against us for the attempted starvation of an Internet monkey. Seeing how it was my idea in the first place, I took full responsibility. They decided that this was fair and I will now serve as their scapegoat to further their anti-broccoli (with cheese sauce) propaganda. Of course this means that I can no longer remain here with you without putting you all in risk of great peril. I do this for the benefit of all those at OCUW and their respective family and pets.

Cry not for me and continue carrying the flag of honor high in my stead! For you all are the chosen ones. The elite masters of the nonprofit world. Higher you shall climb until you all reach a level of greatness usually reserved for biblical figures and polka music. Remember the wise words of the great amnesiac as he said, "I did what?" and toss back a couple pints of your finest ale!

This is not a "goodbye" ... it is merely a "what were you drinking?" combined with a little "go get 'em and break-dance".
I have to say, that's pretty odd, even for me.

This entry is too strange for words.

Monday, March 26, 2007

What a weekend!

This weekend was a blast! I won't go into detail, but here's a list of some of the more interesting things I encountered/saw over the last couple of days ...
  • Garter belts
  • A trapeze
  • A woman stuffing herself into a human-sized balloon
  • A crazed man on a pogo stick wearing a glitter-stuffed speedo
  • A go-go dancer
  • A woman wearing a black pleather trench coat, a black eye patch and speaking in a fake Russian accent
  • 2 midgets
  • 9 dead gay guys
Yup, that was fun!

This entry was highly entertained.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Hummer vs. Hybrid

I read this fascinating article on the Central Connecticut State University website. It argues that a typical hybrid (they used a Toyota Prius as an example) car -- yanno ... the ones that are supposed to be so environmentally friendly -- are actually more damaging to the environment and costly to own over their lifetime than a Hummer. If their figures are right, then the public has been quite deceived! Who would have thought?

This entry doesn't want to ever own a Hummer or a Prius.

Monday, March 19, 2007

Good Job Hunting

Well it's official: I'm changing jobs.

After working at the same place for 9 years (and always making below the low-end for my position) I finally decided to start looking for another job. My friend Christine has some mad skillz in this arena and helped me out more than I can say. After a few months of no-pressure searching, I found myself on a couple of interviews with some companies. One of them went very well.

In two weeks I'll be starting with a computer consulting company that provides IT solutions. It's a nice bump in position/title, with a decent increase in pay to make it worth all the hard work I'm expecting to be doing. My official title will be Network Engineer and it's looking to be a position that will challenge me and help me grow in experience. The folks at the new place all seem to be good people and I got along with them from the start. I'm glad they could see my potential and found me to be a good fit for what they were looking for. I'm really looking forward to this!

I must admit that I've got mixed feelings: I'll miss the people I've worked with for so long. It'll feel strange going to a different place in the morning than I have been for the past 9+ years. It's also very exciting and full of interesting challenges!

The whole process has been a series of new experiences for me. Most of all, I feel a lot more confident about my future -- and most of all, about myself. We'll see how it goes!

This entry is moving on to bigger things.

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Why Lying is Bad

I swear, I love this woman. I read her blog daily and find myself often agreeing with what she's writing about. Her non-nonsense approach to dealing with the world is refreshing. With so many people filtering what they say to seem "politically correct" it's nice to be able to read somebody's real thoughts about things in life. Sure I might disagree with some of it, but most of the time I'm right there with her.

Today's topic about lying made a lot of sense to me. I'll be telling Rece the same thing her father told her. Check it out for yourself.

This entry just wants things to make sense again.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Super Mario Doom

Do/did you like Super Mario? What about the classic FPS, Doom? If so, check this out!

This entry wants to punch Yoshi in the face, too!

Monday, March 12, 2007

Piss-Poor Parenting

I just felt the need to rant about how Rece's mom seems to have no concept of time or of how important it is for her son to have a decent night's sleep on a school night.

Sherise asked if she could take Rece on Saturday night and have him over for the day on Sunday so they could do something fun (since the last time he was over, all they did was run errands and such). This is all well and good, as I really want Rece to have a good relationship with his mom. So we sat around on Saturday night waiting for his mom to pick him up. At around 9:30 pm she calls and says that she "totally forgot" about it and wondered if it'd be okay if she could just pick him up the following morning. We arranged for her to come pick him up around 8:00 am on Sunday morning.

I have no idea if she actually picked him up on time, as I was still asleep. I was just happy to discover that she had actually picked him up and that he'd be spending some time with his mom.

On a side note: I've had this on-going joke since I first got to know Sherise that there is "real time" and then there's "Sherise time" -- which is neither linear or consistent, nor does it have anything to do with how the rest of the world uses time. If she says she's on her way and will be there in 10 minutes, she'll show up 30-45 minutes later. If she says she'll pick up/drop off Rece at a specific time, she'll show up between 1 and 2 hours late. There's always a reason, there's always an excuse to why this happens. After knowing her for over 15 years, this is something I've just come to accept, as it obviously won't ever change.

So on Sunday evening at around 10:30 pm my patience wore thin and I tried calling Sherise to see when she's planning to bring our son back home. She said that she didn't realize it was so late (apparently both her cell phone and computer had still not updated for DST) and that she'd have him home within about 30 minutes. At 11:30 pm he had still not arrived home so I sent her a text message that read as follows (punctuation isn't perfect when texting):
It isnt cool to keep Rece out until past 1130 on a school night. Hes going to have a rough day at school tomorrow.
She called back and at first was apologetic, but I wasn't going to let it slide. I just talked over her excuses and said that she needed to bring him home immediately. She hung up on me at that point.

Rece finally showed up at 12:12 am, looking exhausted. In fact he gave me a hug and said, "I'm so tired". I got a brief summary of what happened during the day, which I found to be rather disappointing for him -- but that's another story -- and I sent him off to bed.

Rece effectively had around 5-1/2 hours of sleep before having to wake up again. For a 12-year old, that's just not enough, especially for the start of a school week. He was obviously not doing so well: forgetting a lot of the basics (like brushing his teeth, making his lunch, flushing the toilet, etc) and even took off for school without his backpack (which he's never done before). Hopefully the poor kid manages to get through the day without too much trouble and that he's able to get to bed early tonight.

This entry wishes Rece's mom was a more responsible parent.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Don't fall into the Grand Canyon after getting your kicks on Route 66

All right, here's the long-promised post about our recent trip to Arizona. Laziness stepped in and made fun of my footwear while I found excuse after excuse to just not do it. It's taken me 3 days to complete, so be prepared for a very long post...
The school district in which Rece & Sam (Christine's daughter) attend school gives the kids an entire week off in observance of President's Day ... making it President's Week. Christine and I decided that this would be a great opportunity for us to take a trip to the Grand Canyon, so we both arranged for the time off and started planning for it. We were able to work in a good variety of places to go and see, while allotting plenty of time for us to stop and check out anything we found interesting along the way.

Day 1: Sunday
This was to be our driving day. The plan was to drive to the eastern-most destination on the first day and work our way back. I volunteered to do the driving and we hit the road around 7:00 am -- then immediately stopped for some breakfast burritos, and then got back on the road around 7:45 am.

We made excellent time all the way out until some place between Barstow and Needles, CA -- where I ended up getting pulled over and given a speeding ticket. The cop cut me a very generous break (reduced the clocked speed by more than 25 MPH) and we continued along our merry way, albeit at a more conservative rate of speed.

Can't really report much about day 1, since it was all pretty much driving. The kids were getting along fine and Christine was happy to snap pictures out the window as we made our way way down the open road. We did stop in Winslow, AZ to stand on a corner just before sunset. Yeah, we are a bunch of dorks. Our destination was Holbrook, AZ to stay in the Wigwam Motel (an old Route 66 location). We arrived shortly after sunset and I made sure to take some pictures of this very cool location.

Day 2: Monday
Christine was up at her usual early-bird hour but let us sleep in. I told her that on this trip we'd wake up earlier and to not let us sleep in again ... we had places to go and people to see! We started off by begging for change and then had a delicious breakfast at Joe & Aggie's Cafe and I wrestled with a dinosaur.

Our first destination of the day was the Petrified Forest. We marveled at the vast emptiness and beauty of the painted desert. It really is amazing what can happen over the course of millions of years.

We had decided that we'd travel along old Route 66 whenever we drove westbound, so we made our way doing just that. We did our best to look for the abandoned portions of the road that are no longer passable -- many of which you can see just off to one side or the other of I-40. It was almost a bit of an obsession for me to hypothesize the original road based on mounds of dirt, telephone poles and the terrain. Christine, to her credit, was very tolerant of this behavior. In between the Petrified Forest and the Meteor Crater, we stopped at a couple of little towns, a museum, and the Jack Rabbit Trading Post.

Our next planned stop was literally little more than a hole in the ground: the Arizona Meteor Crater. About 50,000 years ago, a chuck of metal 150 feet across fell from the heavens and struck the earth at around 28,600 miles per hour. Now that's impressive! While we were there we were treated to a snow flurry with some of the largest snowflakes I'd ever seen. Rece was excited, since he had never been in falling snow before. The museum exhibits were top-notch and it was all that I had expected it to be, and more.

So we turned off the I-40 and on to a road that I thought was old Route 66. It very well may have been, but I couldn't have been sure. It wasn't until we were driving into Flagstaff that I realized something that seemed rather ironic: we had forgotten Winona! By this time it was getting late, so we made straight for Williams, AZ where we had reservations at the Canyon Motel (another old Route 66 location). This was also the city where we'd be catching a train the following morning for our first peek at the Grand Canyon. Check out the link to the motel and read all about it. It really is an interesting place and we decided to make our home base for the next 3 nights.

Day 3: Tuesday
One of the highlights of our trip was that we'd be taking a ride on the Grand Canyon Railway. We were up bright and early, ready for breakfast. The owner of the motel had suggested we give Old Smoky's Restaurant (another old Route 66 original) a try: they had all-you-can-eat pancakes and biscuits and gravy. How could we pass that up? If you like pancakes, especially the kind that are bigger than your head (and probably your appetite), then this is the place to go. Rece was the only one to order the all-you-can-eat pancakes, and he only managed to eat little more than 1/2 of the first pancake he was served.

We wanted to be sure that we had our train tickets (we hadn't booked them prior) so we got to the train station as soon as they opened. Seeing the benefit of having a bar in our car, we opted to go for the club car, instead of coach, which wasn't all that much more expensive. After poking about the train station for a bit and snapping some photos, we boarded the train and were on our way up to the Grand Canyon.

The ride up was a great way to unwind and enjoy the Arizona back country that you wouldn't ordinarily be able to see. It was a 2-1/2 hour ride up to the Grand Canyon station, during which we were entertained by some period character actors and singers, and our cabin girl, Amy, who also served as our bartender. She suggested a walk along the canyon's south rim that would give us a good view and enough time for lunch and still have plenty of time to catch our train for the trip down.

We journeyed out to the canyon and stood there slack-jawed, caught by the beauty and sheer scale of it all. The trail along the rim was mostly level and proved to be an easy walk. We stopped and took pictures at every opportunity. After having lunch, we took one more look at the canyon before heading back for the train. Aside from having to tolerate one bratty little kid, the afternoon ride was just as pleasant as it was in the morning. One of the acts they did for entertainment was for our train to be boarded by bandits who robbed the passengers.

With a full day of adventure behind us, we decided to order pizza and eat it in our room while watching TV, then turned in for the night.

Day 4: Wednesday
The previous day's trip to the canyon was more like a reconnaissance mission for this day's journey; where we planned to drive back to the Grand Canyon and see it in greater detail. We went east, to Flagstaff, AZ and then north, geocaching along the way up to the eastern entrance of the Grand Canyon National Park. We caught as many parts of Route 66 we could along the way and enjoyed the change of scenery in this area.

The first stop once inside the park was at Desert View. This is where the Watchtower is located. The view from the tower is astounding, let alone the architecture of the tower itself. We drove the road along the entire south rim until we got to the Canyon View Information Plaza, where we had a late, but light, lunch. Continuing on we reached Hopi Point, where we awaited the sunset.

Watching the sunset while at the Grand Canyon is a visual experience. The changing light and shadows give added dimension to the crags and cliffs of the canyon. Details of the sedimentary layers show in greater contrast and you can almost fully understand why so many people come here from all around the world to marvel at the natural beauty. Water and time are the primary tools that nature used to paint the desert and cut into it to form this masterpiece.

Thinking ahead, Christine had the wisdom to rent us a 4WD Jeep Liberty for our trip. This allowed us to take a road less traveled out of the Grand Canyon. Just after sunset we set off down Rowe Well Road, a dirt road I had spotted during our train ride down the afternoon before. It was in excellent shape, and obviously well maintained, so I wasn't really worried about running into any problems, but it definitely added to the adventure of the trip and gave us a different perspective of things. We bounced and shook our way down this little road in the dark until eventually we popped out on the highway back to Williams.

After a quick bite at Cruisers Cafe in town for the only mediocre meal of the trip, we turned in for the night.

Day 5: Thursday
We allowed ourselves to sleep in a little later before taking off. We cheated for breakfast and made a quick stop at the McDonald's drive-thru and then went in search of a small section of Route 66 we had missed the day before. We resumed geocaching and eventually found ourselves at a dead-end down a very bumpy dirt road, next to a small reservoir with no place to turn around. I had to back up a bit before it was wide enough to make a 7-point turn and get us out of the area. I was really enjoying the freedom of 4WD!

Our goal was to continue driving along Route 66 wherever we could find it and geocaching along the way. I had pulled a list of caches dotting the highway and we ended up finding most of the ones we went after -- except the one above where we ended up down a dead-end dirt road in B.F.E., of course.

We stopped in Ash Fork for a geocache and happened upon a very well-done Route 66 museum. The lady there gave us some great information about the area and the old highway. In case you didn't already know, Ash Fork is the flag stone capital of the US!

One place I had heard of was the Sno Cap Drive In, located in Seligman, AZ. The guy who owns the place purportedly had a running gag about offering people "slightly used napkins". Unfortunately, the place was closed for the season and wouldn't open again for a couple more weeks ... no, really it wasn't one of his typical gags that he's apparently known for pulling. He had a sign posted to this effect, including a request to just slide our money under the door. I really wish I could have met Juan Delgadillo in person. He seems like quite a character -- wait, I just read while looking for a link that Juan passed away on June 2nd, 2004. His sons still run the business and continue the tradition of zany antics that their father was known for. I really feel that I missed something now.

From Seligman we made our way down the old highway through the most boring and remote part of our trip so far. Wow! There's nothing out here! It was like this until we got to the Grand Canyon Caverns. Anxious for something to do, we decided to check out the cavern tour and were glad that we did. The tour was top-notch and our guide did an excellent job in keeping it both entertaining and informative.

From this point and on for quite a ways, Route 66 can definitely be considered to be in the middle of nowhere. What few businesses and towns there were, are no more. Their either completely gone or closed up and left to decay. We stopped at one cool little place in Hackberry, AZ that was now almost completely abandoned, save for this one information stop and general store. John, the owner, chatted with us for a few minutes while the kids pet his dog. If you're ever out this way, by all means take the time to stop in and buy a drink and/or a snack and meet him for yourself. I'm sure he'd appreciate the business.

There was a geocache that required the finding 6 other caches in order to obtain the coordinates to find it. We found some of those along this part of the old highway along with some others as we made our way towards Kingman, AZ, where we had decided would make a good place to stop for the night.

Arriving in Kingman, we decided on a place to stay and got our room. Afterwards we went out to find a few more geocaches. This one was a 4x4 adventure, I have to tell you. I insisted on trying to find a road of some sorts to the top of one of the hills behind our motel to the cache that was on it. Finding one, I put the car into 4WD and made the rocky and slipper ascent. It wasn't too far up that we found ourselves at the end of the road with nothing but a telephone pole in the way. It was in a tight spot and I was afraid of attempting the drive backwards down the crazy road we had drove up. The alternative was to use the loop at the end of this road that appeared somewhat unstable and wedged under the support cables for the telephone pole. Taking a deep breath, I made the turn down and narrowly avoided getting stuck in a very difficult spot. The Jeep Liberty is quite a machine and managed do what I wanted it to do and got us out of there.

After the 4x4 excitement, I was ready for dinner. We drove up and down Route 66, looking for something that appealed to us. The Dambar Steakhouse sounded good and we splurged for a hearty steak dinner for the last night of our trip. The food was dam good at the Dambar! Though something in what Christine ate triggered an allergic reaction. She took something to counteract the symptoms and we settled in for the night.

Day 6: Friday
I was happy to discover that Christine's symptoms had not become worse during the night and that she wasn't in need of a visit to the ER, as she was feeling better and able to continue on our journey. Our motel included a hot buffet breakfast that wasn't all too bad, even though they ran out of juice and couldn't seem to get any more of it. It was good enough to satisfy our hunger and get us back to our trip.

We geocached along old Route 66, the portion that wound its way up the Black Mountains before they rerouted it around the mountains (and then restored this portion after the I-40 took its place. This was some barren and oddly pretty country. We decided to skip the gold mine tour and make our way to Oatman, AZ which is advertised as a historic, almost ghost-town like spot. It was anything but that. It's more of a tourist trap with little history education value at all. We still had fun wandering the shops and just accepting it for what it was: interesting.

It wasn't long after this that we were back to the I-40, right at the Colorado River (and California border). We again had some difficulties in finding drivable portions of the old highway, but it just made the trip that much more interesting. At one point we found ourselves in a wash, under I-40 looking for a cache. I became a little concerned when I noticed rain clouds in the distance, but we managed to find the cache and avoided the rain (and potential flash-flooding).

The further west we went, the less there was to see along old Route 66. State highway 95, where it departs from the I-40, headed north towards Nevada, is also old 66 for a ways until it breaks off headed west again, through a rather boring expanse of land near a town called Goff's. It was around this town (which is now little more than a bunch of closed buildings and scattered homes that appeared to still be in use) that we happened upon a traffic jam of sorts. For whatever reason, we passed a line of trains stopped on the tracks. They were still running and some were just pulling up behind the others. Maybe it was the boring part of the trip that caused us to find this so interesting, but I'd never thought I'd see a traffic jam made up of mile-long trains before.

Eventually the highway meandered its way back down to the I-40 again and crossed over, so it looped south. This stretch of road is where on many maps you'll see towns named Essex, Danby, Chambless, Amboy, Bagdad, Siberia, Klondike, and Rag Town. Most of these places are now either falling to pieces or completely gone. Essex, or what's left of it, is still there, Chambless too. All of the businesses are closed up and left to suffer the effects of time unhindered.

I was rather looking forward to being able to claim in my recounting of the trip how we went to the far reaches of the Earth to Siberia, and then to the deserts of Bagdad -- but we went right on through them, without seeing so much as a sign or structure that might indicate we had arrived. It was a little disheartening to think that, not all that long ago, this area had plenty of people passing through, providing business for these little towns. The I-40 changed all of this for good.

Amboy was the one place we stopped that seemed almost poised to make a comeback. We stopped there to find a geocache out in front of Roy's (you wouldn't believe how tickled I was to find an actual website for the place) and noticed that the motel and cafe seemed to be relatively well maintained. They were still closed, but had current newspaper clippings on the windows telling of how the owner of the Juan Pollo restaurant chain had recently bought the entire town and was in the process of having the place restored so it could return to business once again. The post office was still in business, which I'm assuming is a good sign that things are completely dead out this way. If they manage to resurrect the town of Amboy, I'll definitely want to pay them a visit.

The last place we tried to visit along Route 66 for the trip was the Bagdad Cafe (which is nowhere near the previously mentioned town, oddly enough). Formerly named the Sidewinder Cafe, the cafe was renamed after the movie based on the location was made. We were planning on having dinner there, but found it to be closed for the night. They apparently close at 6 pm during the winter. Seeing us outside, the owner was nice enough to let us in and check out the place and have a cup of coffee ... she even took our picture.

From this point we finished up the remaining miles of Route 66 until we arrived in Barstow, CA. From there we got back on the interstate and made our way home. This was definitely a vacation to remember for a lifetime.
I'm sure I forgot to include some of things that happened along the way, but I figured it was best to get it up. If I remember something interesting, I might write about it later.

I posted 177 pictures out of the more than 1600 photos we shot while on our trip on my Flickr account.

This entry didn't think it would take so long to get this damn entry written!

Friday, March 02, 2007

Ugly & Lovable

They're ugly as all get-out and they're often killed on sight. Watch the video, as I did, and you'll love them anyhow.

Bye-Bye to the Aye-Aye?

This entry hopes the Aye-Aye aren't killed needlessly to the point of extinction.

Thursday, March 01, 2007

It wasn't a lie

I really did intend to post about the vacation Rece & took last week, but I just haven't found the time. I'll see about getting it written by the end of the weekend. With nothing planned but a haircut, it should be possible.

This entry hopes you forgive its transgressions.

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Geology Humor

Gabe: Rece, you rock.

Rece: No, you rock.

G: Yeah, but I'm a sedimentary rock.

R: Are you trying to say that you're flat?

G: No, I'm just saying that I have multiple layers.

This entry thought it was funny at the time.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Yeah? So what.

Rece and I went shopping (GASP!) to pick up some clothes so we could walk around in a manner acceptable to most members of society (not nude).

I got some pants and picked up some shirts and I held one up to Rece asking, "What do you think of this one?"

"Looks like something granddad would wear," he replied.

Guess which shirt I didn't buy...

This entry hates shopping.

Friday, February 09, 2007

Sick of Blackberries

4 weeks and counting, and I haven't gone a day at work without some mention or discussion or troubleshooting something to do with one of those infernal hand-held devices. Sure they're about as handy as a rubber glove in a sex shop, but by golly I'd love it if I could just not have to deal with them for ONE STINKING DAY. I swear, it's been enough to put me into another "Eggs with flippers" mood.

Segue into the sickness ... I flew up to Sacramento on Monday to attend a course on Blackberry Enterprise Server Administration on Tuesday. I could tell that I was getting sick, but since the class, flight, and hotel had already been paid for, I started taking Airborne and hoped for the best. Well the best isn't what happened and I found myself spending Monday waking up every 2 hours in a fevered sweat. It was fortunate that I had hopped into bed about 9 pm, otherwise I would have been a complete zombie for the training class.

After enjoying a lovely buffet breakfast Tuesday morning, I caught a taxi to the facility hosting the training. The course was definitely worth the time, and I learned quite a bit that I should have known BEFORE I was told to install the blasted platform and rolled it out to the CEO. It did become rather difficult to concentrate later in the afternoon as I could feel myself begin to come down with another fever.

The class eventually ended, I got my certificate of completion and I was off to catch a taxi to the airport. This turned out to be unnecessary, since one of the guys attending the class had a rental and was also headed there. Dexter turned out to be a real cool guy and we spent the time waiting for our respective flights talking shop over crappy Chinese food at the airport food court. The flight home was uneventful (as one would hope), but I was unable to sleep on the plane, as usual.

Christine, who had been gracious enough to watch Rece while I was away, came to pick me up at the airport. She was nice enough to tolerate my whining and got me back to my car, which I had left at work before my trip. That night's sleep was good, thanks to a double shot of Nyquil.

I ended up calling in sick for the next couple of days (Wednesday & Thursday). To be honest, I almost wish I had done so today as well. On my way back from lunch I ran into the CEO in the parking structure and she brought up the Blackberry again. Damn it.

This entry used to like blackberries.

Friday, February 02, 2007

When Harry Met Sally - recut

Found this excellent mock trailer for When Harry Met Sally remixed/recut to make it look like a thriller instead of a romantic comedy.

This entry would be proud to partake of your pecan pie.

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Atari and the refrigerator

We received an email at the office from the CFO with a subject line of "Atari". I about fell out of my chair upon reading it and felt it deserved to be shared...
"Atari is Japanese for “prepared to be attacked”

I would like to forewarn you that while you may not hear it, there is something whispering “Atari“ from inside the refrigerator: I know, because I nearly lost my right arm just a moment ago.

Can we please work together to ensure that the items in the community refrigerator remain fresh and limited in their stay here. Right now, I am expecting DreamWorks’ next horror film to be about what is growing in the white box in the copier room.

Thank you"
This entry was pleasantly surprised.

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Why Aliens Won't Talk To Us

It isn't because they don't exist. It isn't because they can't travel to us. It's because we're made of meat.

This entry likes communicating by squirting air through its meat.

Monday, January 22, 2007

Orange Tiger Tail Pants!

My last post was kinda heavy, so I decided to post something a bit more upbeat...


This entry wants to be lit on fire and plunge off a building -- WEEEEE!

Sunday, January 21, 2007

8 Months of Hell

I've been there before; standing in line at the food bank because I couldn't afford to buy it for myself. This wasn't the worst of it, as food is just a necessity - you do what you need to do in order to survive and provide food for you and your family. What it really hit hardest was to my self esteem, my pride, my feeling of being worth something. More than anything, I was ashamed.

It hadn't always been like this. There hadn't been a time in my life when I wasn't working. I had always had a job since I was 15, working at Santa's Village, and sometimes 2 jobs. Suddenly losing my job, then our car, and ultimately our apartment was a major blow - and one that came out of nowhere. I was left reeling from these events and fell into a depression, which didn't help the situation.

We moved into a motel and I became a miserable person - not only to myself, but to my wife and son, too. To make matters worse, I came down with gall stones... a painful and sometimes unpredictable affliction that causes excruciating pain. Without a job and without insurance, I was forced to visit emergency rooms, who could do little more than confirm my problem and provide me with limited relief via pills. One thing I'm thankful for during this time was that I was paranoid of addiction to the painkillers, so I was reluctant to take them until I could no longer cope with the pain - and only then take just enough to get me through it.

Eventually my gall bladder got to the point where it was life-threatening, so the hospital had no choice but to remove it. The ER visits, the hospital stay(s), and the surgery ultimately left us with an insurmountable debt - above and beyond what we were already dealing with. I felt hopeless about ever getting out of this situation.

This stage of my life lasted only 8 months, but it felt like years. Living in a run-down motel room, with boxes of our possessions lining the walls, a mini refrigerator, and a hot plate to cook with. I was fortunate enough to have a car, but having enough gas to just get around for necessities often proved a challenge. After a couple of months, I managed to pull a favor from an old boss I had and got a job waiting tables (part time). That was what ultimately pulled me out of the situation I had stumbled into.

Luck for me, during my time waiting tables again, a young gal started working the same sift as me. She was working nights waiting tables to earn some extra money for the holidays. A couple of months went by and she noticed my ability with computers, which prompted her to helping me get my current job. I'll always be grateful for her help.

There was a lot of personal growth for me, coming out of all of this and getting to where I am now. It showed me a lot of how the world works and how easy it can be to get blind-sided by something that causes a sudden downward spiral. It has ultimately led to me taking life less seriously and to enjoy every day more. There's less focus in my life on material things and more about spending time with the people I care about. I'm working on creating a financial cushion so I'm not having to worry month-to-month about my employment.

Now I find myself in a pretty good job, making a enough for a decent living for me and my son. It feels good, but the fear of going back to that food line has seemed to paralyze me into trying for something better. Where I would have jumped at better opportunities prior to the hell I went through, now I'm more bent on security and not chancing going back through any of it again.

Is it maturity? Is it fear? Is it a mix of both? I don't know, but this is something that's been on my mind recently.

Thanks for listening!

This entry doesn't want to live like that again.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Warped Perspective

Why is it that it would be perfectly acceptable to hear a father say "I know more than 101 ways to kill a person" or "I own a gun" to a daughter's boyfriend, but if said to a son's girlfriend it might cause some serious legal woes?

This entry finds society's norms rather restrictive.

How to live a stressful life

People do the strangest things. I know I'm guilty of needlessly adding stress to my own life. I came by this blog post about the topic. Check it out and see if any of it applies to you and maybe you can figure out a way to reduce the stress in your own life.

This entry dislikes stress.

Sunday, January 14, 2007

The wild, blue yonder

Well thanks to my wonderful friend Christine, I was able to go flying twice in less than a month. It was out of respect for my mom that I didn't post about this sooner, as she had asked that I didn't tell her about it until I was all done and safely back on the ground. Well, that time is now.

Christine had originally given these flights to her ex-husband as a gift a couple of years prior. He never used them and found them while he was getting packed to move. These flights were no cheap gift and Christine didn't want them to go to waste, so she gave them to me, knowing that I'd definitely make the most of them.

On December 19th, 2006 I went on the first one; an aerobatic adventure flight. This was a lot of fun, as I learned how to make a plane do flips, spins, and all sorts of other maneuvers. My stomach got all queasy by the end, but I didn't lose my lunch. That was some crazy stuff!

The second flight was on January 12th, 2007 -- the dog fighting flight -- where I had the opportunity to fly up against another pilot as though we were trying to shoot one another from the skies. He had a little bit of former flight experience, but years ago and I had the recent aerobatic flight as my experience to go by. As it turned out, we were both French Canadian - he was from Quebec, but living in Texas and me being born in Winnipeg, Manitoba. We found this to be an interesting coincidence.

After some practice maneuvers we went in for 6 rounds against one another. This was some intense action, I tell you! The first round I lost very quickly. I just couldn't figure out where he was and how to react. That sudden defeat kicked me in the ass, I have to say, so I went after him with all due aggression. I managed to win all 5 remaining rounds against him!

While the action as going on, I was ignoring the effects that all the maneuvering was having on my equilibrium. What I seemed to have forgotten came back to me as we started our flight back home. Yep, I admit it: I had to make use of the air sickness bag. But I felt much better after!

I have both of these flights on tape and will be putting them together into a video as soon as I can convert the recent one from tape into a format I can edit on the computer.

Thanks again, Christine!

This entry's call sign is "BuzzKill"... oh, yeah!

Monday, January 08, 2007

The Shadow Follows

Darkness comes.

The deepening wall of nothingness surrounds all as the ball of fire falls into the sea.

Watching, waiting, wanting.

Hunger of a nocturnal nature takes me. It comes from within the black recesses of my mind.

Hidden, unknown, yearning.

Sloshing about in the midnight sea. Bottle to lips. Mind spins. Appetite strong and focus dim.

Where does it go when light springs forth? It slips away during dreams not remembered at dawn's awakening.

Forgotten until the dark canvas of night returns.

This entry...

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Tony vs. Paul

These guys created a very entertaining stop-motion movie. At some points you'll wonder how they did it. Rece and I really enjoyed this one.



This entry was a chicken, once.