Responding to comments from my previous entry, plus various observations.
First, responses:
mrmike: Oh, my dad at 61 still occasionally jokes about what he's going to do when he grows up. I am well aware that people of all ages think, "I am so much older than I thought I was going to be when I Figured It All Out."
Hell, I was going to be a published novelist before twenty. (We see how well that's worked for certain Harvard freshmen. *cough*)
(e:terry): last month I ID'd a kid who was born precisely on my birthday-- month, date, year. It was freaky. I didn't really know what to say. He was kind of a tool though.
My cousin is precisely a week older than me and that's just amusing. Shit, I should send him a card.
(e:jason): I don't know how I'm going to reinstall the software when I can't even get it to start up. It does the apple face and my computer never notices it's there, so I don't know how to get anything onto (or off of) it.
(e:jenks): I am ashamed that my consumerism is that transparent, but I'd so totally love to have an excuse to get shiny new everything and not have to make do with my old shabby not-quite-working gadgets anymore.
I have plenty of money [at the moment], but I still have this ingrained thrifty habit that won't let me throw shit away unless I'm sure it's entirely worthless. Which is why I now own... three printers that don't print... among other things.
metalpeter: Yes. Everyone feels that way sometimes and you know, I'm doing a lot better with my life than a lot of people I know. At least my meaningless pay the bills job is less mentally taxing and more lucrative than a lot of people's. And I do think I'm not wasting time. But everything's just going so much more slowly than I had sort of figured on it going, and I feel like I'm missing out on some... something.
A recent observation that amused people on Livejournal was when I said that terrorists are rude and their mothers should have taught them better manners because it's just rude to try to kill people. I thought that was funny.
If anyone is traveling soon, i'd like to talk a moment about the new security restrictions.
The first thing: Everyone is coming like three hours early because they think it'll take forever to get through security because the tv keeps talking about it.
NO.
It's taking maybe ten extra minutes. So if you're three or four hours early, please don't come into the bar, order a soda, and nurse it for those three hours. Please. Even if you tip me a whole dollar on your soda, the seat you're occupying could've earned me like $20 if someone actually buying things sat there, so DON'T.
Also the fact that the place is JAM-PACKED might come into play there.
Guh.
So don't bring anything really big and liquid. Chapstick seems to be getting through fine.
Another hint, which if TSA decides means I'm a terrorist you didn't hear from me: If you have something very small and liquid that you can't live without... keep it in your pocket when you go through the metal detector. They'll see it in the X-ray of your bags, but... seriously. Mascara, lip gloss, contact rewetting drops: not metal. Will not ring when you come through the detector. Will not be spotted by TSA.
If a terrorist had liquid explosives and wanted to blow up a plane, all he would have to do is put them in something that could be concealed entirely under his clothes. The new security measures Are Not Doing Jack Shit to actually prevent terrorist attacks. In fact, none of the security measures are.
Just thought I'd rain on the parade for a second. But really. The current scare's attacks were foiled by old-fashioned police work, NOT airport screening. The current screening is dumb. I should not have to work in a bar without lotion.
They make you toss your water bottles, but you can get new ones once you're across security. I know, I sell them. Can you bring those on the plane? They might ask you not to, but they can't make you not. If you put it in your bag, they won't know you have it. And even if you're holding it in your hand, they might think, well, you got it at the bar right there, there's no harm you can do.
So if you're a terrorist, you figure out what brand of water they sell in the airport. Lots easier to camoflage your shit.
Actually, if you're a terrorist, you get a job at the airport. Ain't one damn thing they can do. You need a clean ten year fingerprint record and to sit through a class to get your security badge, and once you have it you still have to go through security every time you go outside and come back in, but there are several "bypass" hallways where you can get between the, say, baggage claim area or the freight elevators, and the terminal past security, without being screened. We are watched closely enough that we can't just show up for work and then just go through those hallways (ostensibly), and they keep a record of who goes through those hallways, but if I, say, show up, put something in my locker, go through security, and then later come back via that hallway and retrieve the something from my locker... there's no possible way that TSA could screen me. There just isn't. There has to be a way to deliver, like, four hundred cases of Coke; and that way is also going to be the way to deliver, say, six handguns, or something.
The only way to stop that kind of plot is through POLICE WORK, noticing me buying the six handguns and six one-way tickets, for example.
All the screening in the world can't stop a really good plot by professional terrorists.
Only an alert police force can.
And TSA cut funding to a program to develop a good liquid-explosive sensor, because it needed money to pay the people who stand there and use the metal detector wand on two-year-olds.
I have no attention span so I cannot remember what else I was going to blog.
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08/11/2006 23:21 #22015
responding to comments, other07/09/2006 10:39 #22011
photosI am still trying to find The Perfect Photo Hosting Service.
I have two candidates currently in the running.
1) Flickr. I have just posted a bunch of pictures of drunk coworkers there.
2) Photobucket. My 4th of July pics of my baby sisters visiting are posted there.
?
Other news is scanty, but I did just pull a ton of weeds out of the garden and plant another planting of lettuce, peas, and radishes, because why not?
I have two candidates currently in the running.
1) Flickr. I have just posted a bunch of pictures of drunk coworkers there.
2) Photobucket. My 4th of July pics of my baby sisters visiting are posted there.
?
Other news is scanty, but I did just pull a ton of weeds out of the garden and plant another planting of lettuce, peas, and radishes, because why not?
kara - 07/09/06 22:06
I like flickr, but I use shutterfly for doing any printing of pics.
I like flickr, but I use shutterfly for doing any printing of pics.
ajay - 07/09/06 12:06
DON'T LISTEN TO THESE PEOPLE!!!!111ONE!
Ahem.
Flickr is where it's at :::link:::
Go with the best, forget about the rest...
DON'T LISTEN TO THESE PEOPLE!!!!111ONE!
Ahem.
Flickr is where it's at :::link:::
Go with the best, forget about the rest...
jenks - 07/09/06 11:28
if you guys are mac people you can use the whole iphoto/iweb thing... I like it... but then again I've never used anything else to compare. Isn't there google/picasa too? I think a friend of mine uses that...
if you guys are mac people you can use the whole iphoto/iweb thing... I like it... but then again I've never used anything else to compare. Isn't there google/picasa too? I think a friend of mine uses that...
metalpeter - 07/09/06 11:23
Have you ever checked out webshots.com ? It is really more for downloading pictures for screen savers but a lot of people use it for party pictures.
Have you ever checked out webshots.com ? It is really more for downloading pictures for screen savers but a lot of people use it for party pictures.
08/11/2006 10:39 #22014
sad sad ipod in security theatreMy ipod is dead. Was listening to it yesterday on the bus when it died-- low battery. Unsurprising, as it hadn't gotten a full charge.
Got to work. I have a 2 hour wait from the time the bus gets me there until work starts. So I bring my gadgets and sit by an outlet and all is well. Right?
Plug the iPod in.
It does the black apple in the middle of the screen that it always does as it starts up.
I plug in the shitty laptop (it's Z's old one and has a half hour battery life-- if that) and start it up. Open up documents, start working. (Am very nearly finished with novel. V. exciting. Only it sucks. V. disappointing.)
Meanwhile Channel 7 is about four feet away, using the next outlet to set up their camera. Well-groomed girl in nice shirt with microphone (and jeans) is mugging for the camera while the guy adjusts things. She watches him, poses, lets him meter the light or whatever.
My iPod is still on the black apple startup screen. WTF? I force-restart it with the pause and menu buttons, and it starts again.
The woman abruptly begins speaking: something about the new TSA scare tactics I mean rules. (WIKIPEDIA - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Security_theater)She speaks briefly about what a hassle it is. Then stops. Comes over, picks up an empty coffee cup, walks over to garbage can, speaks again, throws away coffee cup.
"Did we get it?"
Cameraman looks. She comes over. They ponder a moment. Then they exchange high-fives, and they take down the camera and equipment. I wonder briefly where they parked. I had noticed another channel set up right near the escalators, with their onscreen person standing next to the sign that said NO LIQUIDS OR GELS. Where did THEY park? Are they in short-term? Tell me they didn't just stick the news van in the NO PARKING LOADING ONLY lane. I'll kill 'em myself. Pisses me off.
Channel 7 leaves. Less than 30 seconds of material, they got, in the half-hour they were there. Cutting-edge journalism. Great stuff.
My iPod is still on the black apple startup screen.
I unplug it and stick it in my bag.
When I arrive home I plug it nto my computer. Same deal for over an hour. I guess it's dead.
It is a relic from the days when Z and I were overpaid Westchesterites.
My birthday's in two weeks. Maybe I should ask him for a new one? But maybe not. Maybe I'll get a new laptop or something else instead. Both of our iPods are on their last legs. My hard drive is almost full, and both laptops that have been left to me are so busted as to be either useless or nearly so.
So it's a dilemma.
Should I get a new laptop (and maybe a deal on a new iPod at the same time), or should I get a car? I only really 'need' the laptop during my three-hour commute when I take the bus to work. I'd sort of hoped to reward myself for finishing the novel, but without a laptop, I can't make any more progress on the novel.
Bah.
I'll be 27 on the 26th, by the way. Should I have a party? Should I just collapse in sorrow at the fact that I Still Haven't Done Anything With My Life?
Whatever.
Got to work. I have a 2 hour wait from the time the bus gets me there until work starts. So I bring my gadgets and sit by an outlet and all is well. Right?
Plug the iPod in.
It does the black apple in the middle of the screen that it always does as it starts up.
I plug in the shitty laptop (it's Z's old one and has a half hour battery life-- if that) and start it up. Open up documents, start working. (Am very nearly finished with novel. V. exciting. Only it sucks. V. disappointing.)
Meanwhile Channel 7 is about four feet away, using the next outlet to set up their camera. Well-groomed girl in nice shirt with microphone (and jeans) is mugging for the camera while the guy adjusts things. She watches him, poses, lets him meter the light or whatever.
My iPod is still on the black apple startup screen. WTF? I force-restart it with the pause and menu buttons, and it starts again.
The woman abruptly begins speaking: something about the new TSA scare tactics I mean rules. (WIKIPEDIA - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Security_theater)She speaks briefly about what a hassle it is. Then stops. Comes over, picks up an empty coffee cup, walks over to garbage can, speaks again, throws away coffee cup.
"Did we get it?"
Cameraman looks. She comes over. They ponder a moment. Then they exchange high-fives, and they take down the camera and equipment. I wonder briefly where they parked. I had noticed another channel set up right near the escalators, with their onscreen person standing next to the sign that said NO LIQUIDS OR GELS. Where did THEY park? Are they in short-term? Tell me they didn't just stick the news van in the NO PARKING LOADING ONLY lane. I'll kill 'em myself. Pisses me off.
Channel 7 leaves. Less than 30 seconds of material, they got, in the half-hour they were there. Cutting-edge journalism. Great stuff.
My iPod is still on the black apple startup screen.
I unplug it and stick it in my bag.
When I arrive home I plug it nto my computer. Same deal for over an hour. I guess it's dead.
It is a relic from the days when Z and I were overpaid Westchesterites.
My birthday's in two weeks. Maybe I should ask him for a new one? But maybe not. Maybe I'll get a new laptop or something else instead. Both of our iPods are on their last legs. My hard drive is almost full, and both laptops that have been left to me are so busted as to be either useless or nearly so.
So it's a dilemma.
Should I get a new laptop (and maybe a deal on a new iPod at the same time), or should I get a car? I only really 'need' the laptop during my three-hour commute when I take the bus to work. I'd sort of hoped to reward myself for finishing the novel, but without a laptop, I can't make any more progress on the novel.
Bah.
I'll be 27 on the 26th, by the way. Should I have a party? Should I just collapse in sorrow at the fact that I Still Haven't Done Anything With My Life?
Whatever.
metalpeter - 08/11/06 18:43
So then that means that last year you where 26 on the 26th even odder so that also means that a few years ago terry was 24 on the 24th. I rember when I was 23 on the 23rd I thought it was weird wow that was like over 10 years ago that is even stranger. In terms of fealing you have done nothing in your life, there are two a few things you can do about it. One you can collapase and really feal down about it, and just feal down about it, that isn't a good option. Or you can feal bad about it and use it for motivation and strive to do better. Or you Not let it bother you and just keep doing things the way you have been. It is your choice as to how you want to handle things. Also take into consideration that fealing like these often arise around Birthdays.
So then that means that last year you where 26 on the 26th even odder so that also means that a few years ago terry was 24 on the 24th. I rember when I was 23 on the 23rd I thought it was weird wow that was like over 10 years ago that is even stranger. In terms of fealing you have done nothing in your life, there are two a few things you can do about it. One you can collapase and really feal down about it, and just feal down about it, that isn't a good option. Or you can feal bad about it and use it for motivation and strive to do better. Or you Not let it bother you and just keep doing things the way you have been. It is your choice as to how you want to handle things. Also take into consideration that fealing like these often arise around Birthdays.
jenks - 08/11/06 14:58
at least you didn't get the little sad ipod face...
Granted, if you just want an excuse to buy a new ipod, this might be a good one... but if you want to try to save it, I'd check out apple's site. They have tons of ipod troubleshooting stuff on there.
I do think there's a 'buy a laptop get a free nano' deal going on right now, though...
at least you didn't get the little sad ipod face...
Granted, if you just want an excuse to buy a new ipod, this might be a good one... but if you want to try to save it, I'd check out apple's site. They have tons of ipod troubleshooting stuff on there.
I do think there's a 'buy a laptop get a free nano' deal going on right now, though...
jason - 08/11/06 14:50
Do you have a nano? I have had this problem in the past, and I was able to solve it by re-installing the software on it. Good luck.
Do you have a nano? I have had this problem in the past, and I was able to solve it by re-installing the software on it. Good luck.
terry - 08/11/06 11:41
wow yer just 2 days older than me
wow yer just 2 days older than me
mrmike - 08/11/06 10:45
Fuck that, I'm 42 and still figuring out the what to do with my life thingy
Fuck that, I'm 42 and still figuring out the what to do with my life thingy
07/26/2006 23:41 #22013
rollergirlsSo I just went down to the open skate at the Rainbow Rink in NT. There's a roller derby league forming, and somebody's starting a Buffalo chapter.
All-girl competitive amateur roller derby.
I had never heard of roller derby. Z had, apparently, and was really excited. But, he's a boy. However, his favorite thing to do is to egg people on so they do dumb things, so he's been all over this idea of me joining.
I can't skate for shit.
But everyone there was remarkably awesome.
I may have to do this.
Z's just excited because he wants an excuse to buy himself roller skates. Given that he's been looking for an excuse for over a year now, I have to admit that he's likely to be serious. Not that I tell him how to spend his money, but I do tend to roll my eyes over his propensity for buying things he winds up not using.
So, baby's getting himself a pair of roller skates. Me, I'm trying to convince myself that I need a new self-destructive hobby. How bad could it be? I already run into people for a living...
Queen City Roller Girls:
How awesome is that? Potentially, very.
All-girl competitive amateur roller derby.
I had never heard of roller derby. Z had, apparently, and was really excited. But, he's a boy. However, his favorite thing to do is to egg people on so they do dumb things, so he's been all over this idea of me joining.
I can't skate for shit.
But everyone there was remarkably awesome.
I may have to do this.
Z's just excited because he wants an excuse to buy himself roller skates. Given that he's been looking for an excuse for over a year now, I have to admit that he's likely to be serious. Not that I tell him how to spend his money, but I do tend to roll my eyes over his propensity for buying things he winds up not using.
So, baby's getting himself a pair of roller skates. Me, I'm trying to convince myself that I need a new self-destructive hobby. How bad could it be? I already run into people for a living...
Queen City Roller Girls:
How awesome is that? Potentially, very.
metalpeter - 07/27/06 19:23
That sounds preaty cool. I checked out there my space page. Hopefully I will keep my eyes open and see when they start competeing. I have seen it on tv but never in person.
That sounds preaty cool. I checked out there my space page. Hopefully I will keep my eyes open and see when they start competeing. I have seen it on tv but never in person.
07/17/2006 15:38 #22012
unionI wasn't kidding when I said that t-shirt about blogging has totally backfired.
I had my iTunes on random (ok not totally random, but as close as I get) and this song came on. I have a lot of random bits of Billy Bragg on there, and this one is somewhat typical.
I am a member of a union, for the first time in my life. Hotel Workers' Local 4, a subsidiary of a garment worker's union based out of Rochester-- of all things.
Now, thanks to the union, I have subsidized health insurance and have a procedure to ensure that I cannot be terminated without cause, cannot have my hours changed without going through proper processes, cannot be forced to work overtime (in theory), and am paid at a base rate much higher than the federally-mandated minimum for tipped positions. (In fact, if you are curious, my base hourly rate is ten cents above minimum wage, which is almost double what most bartenders make on the clock.)
However. The union is largely useful to me simply as a deterrent. When they adjusted my schedule without my permission, the union steward only had to say, "Well, when I spoke to [the union rep] he did say that that's illegal, but I wanted to talk to you before initiating anything," to the scheduling manager and she was falling all over herself to explain.
But when they actually screwed one of my coworkers on a seniority issue and she legitimately filed a grievance, it took the union rep two months to so much as respond.
These people get seven bucks a week from me, and from every single one of my coworkers, and are they there for us if we actually have a problem?
Not really.
But Buffalo's such a big pro-union town, and all through all my history classes I was always so inspired to read about the important fights the labor unions engaged in for the rights of workers...
Sigh. History classes make it so much easier to label The Good Guys vs. The Bad Guys; it's sort of painful to wonder what the history books will label us with, and what they'll simply forget.
I had my iTunes on random (ok not totally random, but as close as I get) and this song came on. I have a lot of random bits of Billy Bragg on there, and this one is somewhat typical.
I am a member of a union, for the first time in my life. Hotel Workers' Local 4, a subsidiary of a garment worker's union based out of Rochester-- of all things.
Now, thanks to the union, I have subsidized health insurance and have a procedure to ensure that I cannot be terminated without cause, cannot have my hours changed without going through proper processes, cannot be forced to work overtime (in theory), and am paid at a base rate much higher than the federally-mandated minimum for tipped positions. (In fact, if you are curious, my base hourly rate is ten cents above minimum wage, which is almost double what most bartenders make on the clock.)
However. The union is largely useful to me simply as a deterrent. When they adjusted my schedule without my permission, the union steward only had to say, "Well, when I spoke to [the union rep] he did say that that's illegal, but I wanted to talk to you before initiating anything," to the scheduling manager and she was falling all over herself to explain.
But when they actually screwed one of my coworkers on a seniority issue and she legitimately filed a grievance, it took the union rep two months to so much as respond.
These people get seven bucks a week from me, and from every single one of my coworkers, and are they there for us if we actually have a problem?
Not really.
But Buffalo's such a big pro-union town, and all through all my history classes I was always so inspired to read about the important fights the labor unions engaged in for the rights of workers...
Sigh. History classes make it so much easier to label The Good Guys vs. The Bad Guys; it's sort of painful to wonder what the history books will label us with, and what they'll simply forget.
Unfortunately "apple made a new toy that I don't have" is about the only excuse I need to buy it, so no need to apologize to me. (but if you do want to go through the motions of trying to save it, go to the support tab on apple's page. I've saved a few that way.
And the security stuff is ridiculous. All this reactionary crap. Blah I'm not even going to rant about it.