Home Is Where The Hat Is

I’ve been home all week. After the past six weeks or so, this doesn’t feel natural. Nice, but not natural. Today was the first day I’ve woken feeling happy in a while. Being puppet-boy for a disorganized and understaffed proserv team (yes, I am an Army of One here) has been incredibly stressful. I am catching up on the backlog of unfinished business, though, so things are looking up. My new manager tried to offer me a significant pay cut as incentive to join his team, which just pissed me off, but hopefully that is getting resolved. Either that or he’ll have an embolism and be dead within a week. Either way, I will be happy.

Don’t get me wrong: As a person, he is fine; as a manager, he has yet to impress me. I may have too high of standards though: My last manager rarely contacted me, and when he did so, it was by email. At the moment, I equate effective management with leaving me the heck alone.

Besides spending entirely too much time in exciting towns like Milpitas and Burbank during the week, I have had some exciting weekends. Jennie bought a cute little Honda Shadow 600, which for now only I ride. She also ran over her motorcycle safety training instructor, so I may be the only rider for quite some time. Oh, happy days. I haven’t strangled anyone yet; surely that must count for something. The kids are still doing kidly things (yes, I made up that word. What of it?). Highly stressful things have been happening lately, but since I won’t discuss them with myself yet, what makes you think I am going to discuss them with you? 😛

I may be happy today, but I really do not like being away from my family for extended periods of time. I think it may be time for a new job if they’re going to keep bouncing me around like this.

(I can’t remember whether I should capitalize the first word after a colon . . . I really need to dig out my Strunk and White’s. Or just accept that my standards for writing are as low as those of everyone else out here.)

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Doing dumb things again

There are days when I really do not like Linux at all. Yesterday, after upgrading Firefox and a few other packages, was one of those days. My flash plugin, which I had managed to get working with sound a few weeks ago, was once again hosed after upgrading. Sure, I can see the video, but there is no sound again. Crap. Okay, how do I fix this again? Stupid Linux.

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Save Me!

Hello world,
Yes, I am still alive. It’s been a bit crazy around here for the past month; I’ve spent more time in hotels in California than I have at home. Hopefully that will change soon, either because I am done working for my latest manager and back with my old manager, or because I have quit. I do not see myself staying at my current job unless it is in a position that makes sense. So that’s my life right now, how are you? Excuse me, I have to go pack for a trip to California in the morning . . .

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4 Lonely Days In A Brown L.A. Haze

I’m stuck in Hollywood for the next four days. Don’t expect any effing updates until Saturday.

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Asleep On The Couch

Once again I am reminded that I should write things down and think about them. And once again, I tell myself that I do not have the time and just regurgitate things into my computer with far less thought than they deserve. So world, here is today’s regurgitation, in serious need of focus and structure:

Kindergarten graduation ceremonies. Sixth-month dating anniversaries. A glorified fifth-year anniversary commemoration for September 11, 2001. There are certain things these days that just do not feel appropriate.

Today’s paper is filled with images from five years ago, interviews with “the children of 9/11” (swell, now I know what a group of 12 year olds were doing five years ago), bittersweet looks back at the attacks and angry words from the President and Secretary of Defense. The main headline on the local paper reads “Where were you when the world changed?” The graphic in the background is of the towers burning, so I assume the writer and editors are referring to September 11, 2001, despite the fact that the world is constantly changing. A more appropriate headline would have been “Where were you during the terrorist attacks on September 11, 2001?”, to which I could have answered “On my couch, asleep.” It wasn’t until later in the day that I learned about it. Why is the fifth anniversary of the attacks more important than the first? Or the second? Or the third? If we are going to commemorate the attacks on American soil which led to the overthrow of Saddam Hussein and the relative ignoring of Osama Bin Missing, we could find much better ways to do so than having the President lay some wreathes and having blow-hard warmongers like the Vice President make false statements about the war in Iraq.

Where are we today? Iraq is still, inexplicably, being promoted as the frontline in our war on terror. Never mind that we should be combatting terrorism, not emotions. The man behind the attacks on America is still on the loose. Terrorism incidents have risen rather than decreased worldwide. Air travel, while considerably less convenient, is supposedly no less dangerous. At this point, perhaps Iraq might be a good front for a war on terrorism, but only because we chose to make it so by destabilizing the country and doing our best to promote terrorism in Iraq.

I sincerely hope that the exaggerated importance of this year’s commemoration is is not an election-year ploy, but it is hard not to be cynical. The President needs something to build support for his party, and anniversary specials are much easier for news agencies to put together than real news. This is not to belittle what happened five years ago. Far from it, actually. Today’s rehash in the news has so far felt quite belittling, actually.

The Vice President was quoted in a news brief in my local paper as saying “But the fact is, the world is better off today with Saddam Hussein out of power. Think where we’d be if he was still there” How is the world better off today with Saddam Hussein out of power? He was a brutal dictator, yes. So are some of our allies and enemies, all of which we have so far left in power. What made Saddam Hussein so special? Was it that he looked easy to overthrow, his people particularly welcoming? Did they inspire military wet dreams of being welcomed with flowers and chocolates? Of are our leaders so out of touch with reality that they think one country is as good for invading as any other, so we might as well invade the one that embarrassed dad? In trying to think of where we’d be if Saddam Hussein was still in power, all I can think is that we’d have a hell of a lot more troops to focus on the hunt for actual terrorists. And maybe a few (thousand?) more American soldiers and tens of thousands of Iraqi civilians still alive. Sure, that ridiculous beret-wearing Saddam would still be out there puffing his chest and acting like a loony, but what is more important in the long run?- fighting terrorism or removing beret-wielding nutjobs and promoting terrorism?

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We’re No. 1!

It’s official: “Idaho leads nation in wildfires”! It’s so nice to be number one for something other than ass-backwards politics, racism and lowest number of teeth per person for a change.

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Irony. And Turkey Necks

I watched Bush on television last night for a good five minutes. Thanks to that suit, I have no idea what he said. I’m sorry, but if you are incapable of extending your neck up rather than straight out, you should NOT borrow David Byrne’s Stop Making Sense suit to wear on television. The man’s head appeared to grow straight out of his collar, no neck. And shoulder pads? What, is it 1984 again?

Speaking of the 80’s, there was an interesting article in the paper today. Apparently, half of all inmates in the U.S. are mentally ill. Gee, who would have thought that Reagan’s grand scheme of de-institutionalizing everyone who needed help would result in an increase in the incarceration of the mentally ill. Great way to save money there, huh?

And finally, something from the “Isn’t it ironic?” section: Yesterday, Qwest Communications included an advertising flyer in the local papers. It featured what appears to be a stop sign with a hand and the statement “YOUR BUSINESS NETWORK IS DOWN AGAIN.” (their shouting, not mine). Yes, the same Qwest Communications that was responsible for an area-wide cell phone outage the day before. Hmmmmm . . .

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I’m Still Alive

Yes, I’m still here. Things have been a bit crazy around here, lots of blog-worthy stuff, I am sure. With luck, I will get it in here. Most likely, it will remain a huge gap. So, what’s new? The skies are filled with smoke, thanks to forest fires raging throughout both Idaho and Washington. My bike (a 250cc scooter is a motorcycle, dammit!) sits in the garage, riding on hold until the new front brake arrives. The kids are finally back in school (how did they survive the summer?). The wife has held on to her sanity for one more summer and is soooooo happy school has returned. And we had a tragic series of deaths this weekend. That’s it, I guess. Hang in there, Shawna!

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Canada, Eh!

We’re going to Canada, eh! We tried giving the kids a quick course on Canadian, but they refuse to deal with the intricacies of saying hoose rather than house, aboot rather than about. Should be interesting, though. The boy-child thought the idea of a moose loose in the hoose was hilarious. Now if only I could turn my head to the left or right, that’d be awesome! I’m going to go give the moose-catchers some more kibble and stretch.

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An ode to 6 Rivers

Hello stranger
why are you here?
go back home
or bring me beer.

You are not my friend
nor my confidant
if you can’t find me
the beer I want.

So run on home
now that’s an order
and don’t return
without Kona Moon Porter!

I need the beer that makes me strong
the beer that leaves me weak
the sobering beer
so full of good cheer
I could drink it all week.

(Okay, I was pushing things a bit there using homonyms at the end. I am not a poet, dammit!)

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