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Archived Entries from July 2005


Optimism


July is finally going away this evening, thank goodness. I'm not quite out of the woods yet, but I can see the daylight past the trees.

I had a great weekend.

For starters, I finished up my summer school class. Thank goodness! Our final research paper was due Wednesday but I turned mine in on Monday--not only have I been brought up to "go first and get it out of the way" but I figured turning it in early might help my grade, and with the brutal paper I wrote I needed all the help I could get.

The final task that we had to complete was to read other students' papers and reply to at least three of them with well-thought-out comments that had to be 500+ characters each. Groan. That was due yesterday at 11:59 p.m. but I had finished it at some point in the morning.

And I owe my instructor an apology. I complained to my wife that I thought it was a bit ridiculous that my instructor spent so much time griping about grammar and spelling--we're in college, so isn't it already expected that we can spell and write properly? I harped on that (to my wife) from the first day of class. "What's the problem? Why spend so much time bitching about this?"

Now I know why.... When I went to comment on three papers, many of them already had comments posted. I decided to pick from the few that had no comments posted yet. I figured a) I don't want people to feel left out, and b) if I comment to a paper that someone else has already commented on, I'll not only need to read the paper, but also read all of the other comments to make sure I don't make the same damn point. So it wasn't all about being nice. :)

Well, I read the first of the three papers I chose and made my comments. Groan. Then I started in on the second paper. And really, it was like every other word was spelled incorrectly. Seriously. The grammar was absolutely atrocious (and yes, I'm quite aware of the fact that my grammar in this post might not be perfect, but this is a blog post and not a research paper...). Well, now I know why the instructor was so serious about spell-checking and problems with grammar. These damn kids can't write! I stopped reading the second paper I had chosen and threw the 8 pages into the recycling container outside my office. I picked a different paper and ended up throwing that one away as well.

I think spell-checkers are as detrimental to education as calculators are--but when a class claims that it will remove points for misspelled words, I think it prudent to do everything to make sure that there aren't incorrectly-spelled words. Oh, and I've had a few glasses of wine--if my writing is brutal, that may well be. Once again, this isn't class. :D

At any rate, I got a perfect score on my paper. I was a bit surprised, because I thought it deserved a C (or maybe, just maybe, a B-). It was only after I read some other papers that I realized that my 32 out of 32 should have been 40 our of 32. Tee hee.

So class is finished, and I'm thrilled.

My son stayed over at a friend's house on Friday, or at least, he was supposed to. We got a call late Friday and he wanted to come home. Well, the friend in question lives in the country and has woods at the end of his family's lot, and a river inside the woods. And the kids go catfishing. So my son (who was way sunburned from being at a water park all day) wanted to come home, but thought he'd go back the next morning and go fishing. Um, how 'bout no, Alex?

Of course, our daughter had a friend stay overnight here, and Alex thought (the next morning) that it would be fair if Shauna had to go home since he was no longer at his party. We explained that it wasn't Em's problem that he came home early and that she shouldn't be punished (and have her friend sent home) because he wanted to come home.

So in a moment of sappiness it occurred to me that Alex was sunburned the day before, and wasn't feeling well, and, well, he's just a little kid. While Em and Shauna were swimming Saturday morning I told Al to put his shoes on and off we went to the Old Reservoir.

We'll get our own catfish....

And in the hour or so we spent there, it all went away. Class, money problems, consulting jobs, and most importantly, the huge stress that work has put on me these past few weeks.

Oh, and we got a fish. (And a couple of turtles--groan...).

I spent the rest of the day Saturday in the pool with the kids, which was awesome. I need to stop thinking of the pool as an inconvenience and instead appreciate it as a benefit.

OH, I almost forgot! Dumbass Dolly--the woman behind us that caused all sorts of problems about, well, just about everything, but bitched at me about run-off from the pool pump--IS SELLING HER HOUSE.

Yep, the sign was in her front yard yesterday. We surmise that her latest (useless) lawsuit didn't pan out and they can't afford to pay their taxes.

How nice for me. For us! WOO HOO!

Okay, I have more to write about but frankly, I'm tired of typing. Phew.

August starts tomorrow. August is much better than July..... Siiiiiggghhhhhhh.

Posted: Monday, August 01, 2005, 12:46 am
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"Really?"


That's what I said aloud just now when I went to see if my Research Paper had been graded yet. It had.

I got 32 out of a possible 32. Really? Did she read it?

Overall EXCELLENT job! was her final comment.

Really? I thought it was a 6-page turd myself. Oh well. Maybe college kids just can't write well these days so what I plopped together actually passes for "good." How odd.

The only thing left I have to do is leave 3 comments for other students. 6 more total points to earn. I have 87.5 right now so if I can get 2.5/6 I'll get an A. I wasn't expecting that...

Yay for me! And my eGrant software is pretty close to working. Session variables are the coolest thing ever (well for this week, anyway). For each of the pages that require a user to be logged in (which is checked using a session variable, of course), there is a check to see whether or not the user is logged, and if it isn't, directs them with a link to the "login.cfm" page.

Here's where it gets cool. So before that link, I set a session variable with the page that they are trying to see but can't because they aren't logged in (for example, it might be "forms.cfm"). I put that information in a session variable ("prevlocation"). Then when they get to login.cfm, and enter their information, and their username/password is okay, they are given a "Thank you for logging in" and "click here to continue." The "click here to continue" is a link, and the URL is whatever is inside the Session.prevlocation variable. So if they are on forms.cfm, and aren't logged in, and they click the link to log-in, and then subsequently log-in, the "click here to continue" takes them back to forms.cfm.

How cool is that?

Posted: Thursday, July 28, 2005, 8:34 pm
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Making Progress


Week 7 assignment--finished.
Research paper--finished.
Messy consulting project--finished.

eGrants--not quite, but really, really close.

We have to go live on Monday and all I really have to have working is the letter of intent submission page. That's finished at this point and I hope to have the whole thing wrapped up tomorrow (which would be great because we could do testing all day on Friday....).

The weather has finally cooled off, thank goodness. I think beers on the deck are in order for this evening.

Ooh, I've been doing SQL stuff all day today, and just having all sorts of fun. I'm really taking a liking to ColdFusion.

So I've trying to help our network administrator figure out why my machine periodically gets bumped for a minute or two, and why it always happens a few minutes past the hour. I downloaded a thing called GeekTool that spits my console log out to a transparent window on my desktop (I'm not explaining it right--basically the text just appears right over my desktop background, like this:

Well, remember when I griped about Tiger seeming to bog down at times? It is partially Tiger's fault, but mostly Adobe's (see--I wasn't making this up...). Any time I open Acrobat a bajillion errors keep happening and start filling up the console window--like my monstrous screen is full of nothing but "...../Acrobat: Invalid color: colored pattern specified with uncolored pattern colorspace."

Check out the "fix" from Adobe's web site.

Manually delete each entry from the log? THAT isn't the problem--the problem is that the entire time Acrobat is open it continually writes error after error after error to that log, and slows the heck out of my machine. How stupid!

Don't anybody bother to come up with a fix for it all at once.... Sheesh.

Posted: Wednesday, July 27, 2005, 6:32 pm
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Hanging On...


Well, I've almost made it though July. The actual "oasis" occurs on August 5th, but the 1st will be close enough...

I have to write my stupid research paper for my stupid class today (it is due Wednesday). I hate to sound like a third grader asking "when am I ever going to need to know math," but this class really pointless. It is a complete waste of my time, and this silly research paper is even more so. Creating virtual circuitry? Useful, and cool. Programming? Useful, and cool. Learning about the history of computing? Useful, and cool. Writing a stupid paper on whether or not Instant Messaging is corrupting the English language? Not at all useful, not cool, and frankly--who cares? Yet I have to come up with a five page paper with at least 6 sources and do an MLA-style bibliography.

Sigh. I need to suck it up. I should be able to write a five-page paper in my sleep. I should be able to write five pages that go from beginning to end and never even necessarily get anywhere. And that's all I need to do. Zone out and write five pages.

I so want to say "screw it" and drop this class. But that means giving up on school altogether--this class is a roadblock that cannot be skipped under any circumstance. If I want another degree, I have to finish this class.

But nobody said I have to get a perfect score. Five pages. That's it.

Oh I so want to just quit. I'm exhausted and totally not in the mood for this. My plate is too damn full right now.

I think the only thing that is going to keep this going is my sheer stubbornness.

I'm miserable. I'm worn out. I have too much to do. I don't like it this way.

Where the hell is August?

Posted: Monday, July 25, 2005, 12:38 pm
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R.I.P., Scotty....


"LOS ANGELES, California (AP) -- James Doohan, the burly chief engineer of the Starship Enterprise in the original "Star Trek" TV series and motion pictures who responded to the apocryphal command "Beam me up, Scotty," died early Wednesday. He was 85."

Posted: Wednesday, July 20, 2005, 7:01 pm
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Not Caught Up Yet...


Well I'm still reeling from my most harried month of the year. Only twelve more days of this and then I can slip into August and a much, much, much calmer situation.

This week I am re-writing the electronic grant submission system using ColdFusion. It will be completely configurable, with admin users that can enter new grants, and end users that can then choose from those grants and submit proposals.

I hope to be done by Friday--we'll see how it goes.

I have to leave early today. I simply have to get a consulting job finished up that I started several weeks ago and have been dragging my feet on.

Groan. And the stupid 6-page research paper for my stupid Internet class is due a week from tomorrow. It won't be difficult, but just what I need right now is one more hassle.

Well I need to get back to the eGrant stuff. Yesterday I created all the database tables, and made the log-in system for end users. This morning I created the admin log-in page and the next step is to allow the admin to dynamically create a new grant.

Then maybe by Thursday I can have the pages done that allow end users to access those grants and upload their proposals. And if all goes well, I can do initial testing on Friday and be in production on Monday. Some production schedule, eh? Sheesh.

Posted: Tuesday, July 19, 2005, 12:29 pm
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Uh, back at the airport?


Yay. My flight yesterday afternoon to Cincinnati got delayed, then cancelled. Fortunately I was able to get in touch with Jim (one of the people that I met with that works down here) and he picked me up--after I had sat at the airport for however many hours.

I'm back at the airport now, bright and early. The plane, which is outside the window from where I'm at right now, just started its engines and I think we'll start boarding in the next fifteen minutes.

I can't want to get back home. I'm having a burrito when I get there.

Stupid hurricane...

Posted: Thursday, July 14, 2005, 10:57 pm
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Yay!


I'm home!

Well, I'm back in Champaign, at least. I just finished up one of my mandatory weekly duties that happens every Thursday afternoon.

Now I'm leaving and going home and going to BED. I'm exhausted.

Posted: Thursday, July 14, 2005, 6:36 pm
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Two more legs to go.


Well the meetings have finished and I'm now sitting in an airport bar at Raleigh-Durham International. I'm fortunate to be right next to the single outlet that they have so I can recharge the powerbook battery. :)

I have about 2 more hours before my flight leaves (in fact, I bet the plane isn't even here yet).

The meeting was okay, and I had fun with the folks I met with. We went out for dinner last night at a nice restaurant. I had a few Amstel Light pints, and was going to be cheap and order the $8.50 grilled chicken sandwich, but decided that I had plenty of money left and needed to live a little so I ordered Carolina Cornmeal Catfish (there was another word that started with C in there, but I can't remember what it is...). It was $17.99.

And it was terrible. It was served on top of this mushy stuff that looked like scrambled eggs? (The other folks at my table told me that it was "grits" or something?)

I wish I would have had the chicken sandwich--you can't really screw up a chicken sandwich. Someday I'll learn....

Right now I'm watching some guys getting ready to guide a plane away from the terminal. It's actually pretty neat to watch. (I'd take a picture but I'm so scared of homeland security crap that I don't want to be sitting here snapping photos out the window--how pathetic...). The plane getting ready to take off is an Embrauer--the kind that flies from CMI to O'Hare (when I travel that way). The regional jet that I'll be on from Cincinnati to CMI (sorry, CMI == Willard Airport in Champaign == HOME) is a Canadair something-or-other. I think it holds right about the same number of people (40-50) but it is shorter and not as skinny, if that makes sense (the Embrauer has three seats in each row, and the Canadair has four seats).

Anyway. The Embrauer just took off. It all looks so effortless from here. One of the regional jets like the one I'll fly from Cincy to CMI is getting ready to take off. I'm actually not taking a trip on this leg of the amazing race home. I'll be in a Boeing 737-200. And I'll hopefully have two batteries all charged up and ready to watch either "Undiscovered Country" or "Insurrection." I still haven't decided. I brought Ep. VI too, which is a bit of overkill (while the flight seems like it is 10 hours long to me, it really only takes a little over an hour to get to Cincinnati from here, and about 36 minutes from there to CMI...).

It's actually starting to get darker outside--surely not because of weather? Is summer ending that quickly? Are we that far east into the eastern time zone?

The Canadair just took off. See, none of this is a big deal. I'm so damn bizarre. Oh well.

Well, I don't have much else for now. Two hours until take-off....


Posted: Wednesday, July 13, 2005, 8:01 pm
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"Move along...."

I'm relatively deft at hopping from stone to stone in the lava pit. I was offered a job to move several states away for, well, single digits of thousands of dollars more. Uh, how 'bout no, Scott? Double my salary and I'll consider uprooting kids and--well, no--I'll consider talking to the redhead about uprooting the kids, etc., etc. A few grand isn't going to do that.

I have also learned that a) I'm a better programmer than I think--my structure of things works well, I have great logic, my comments are good, and it, well, really isn't 50 times harder than I thought it would be (in other words--I have a knack for this...). Oh, and b) my anal retentiveness pays off. I won't get into it, but the stuff from the "slew" of programmers from the place I'm visiting has all sorts of holes. Again, I'm not getting into it.

But I'm not as un-skilled as I may portray myself.

I think tech people can be full of baloney in many occasions. And once again, I'm being flooded with "web services," "new databases," "interactive," and such terms. But my database stuff works, and the other garbage I'm seeing fails with even the simplest test.

This really, really, isn't that difficult. I'll get my son to start with ColdFusion tomorrow. No I won't--CF stinks. Any "language" that can replace "if ($j < 1) echo 'Yay!';" with "IF variables.local.j IS GREATER THAN 4.7 THEN FIND A WAY TO OUTPUT SOMETHING #variables.cool#".

I'm trying to be a good ColdFusion programmer....

It's proprietary.

It uses Java--which I'm mixed about (slow vs. well, it's slow).

Okay, bedtime..... Uh, mike.sleep();

Posted: Wednesday, July 13, 2005, 5:27 am
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Well, I made it...


I'm here in North Carolina. I would have posted yesterday but the person coordinating the meeting I am attending showed up (much to my surprise) to pick me up at the airport. We then went straight to the other co-director's house and had beers and wine and steaks and grilled ochra (yum!). By the time I got back to the hotel I could barely type well enough to chat with the redhead before going to bed.

I've already had breakfast this morning, trying to kill time before I get picked up to go to the meeting at 8:15. I was a bit nervous about oversleeping as the time here is an hour later than it is in the cornfields from which I now hail. Of course we all know that's silly. I got up at 6:00 local time. I just love being able to sleep in. Sheesh.

Breakfast was good, and actually pretty cheap. Much more affordable than the $6.00 beers at the airport.

Speaking of beers and airports, I was very disappointed that Cincinnati's airport didn't have wireless Internet access in any of the bars. Oh well--at least the beer was cold.

I actually didn't get to watch any of the movies I brought on the second leg of my trip--as it turns out I spent the entire ride talking to Nick who was returning home from visiting the University of Colorado where he starts law school in the fall. It's tough to be all panicked about flying when the 20-year old sitting right beside acts like it is no big deal. Across the aisle from us was a dad and his daughter. She might have been a year or two younger than my daughter, but certainly not much more than that. She sat and ate chicken nuggets as we taxied around and took into the air. And ten minutes later, she was out cold and slept the entire trip. I don't think she even woke up when the plane bounced onto the runway at RDU. Ah, to be young again...

Well, I have 30 minutes before I get picked up for that meeting. I guess I'll go walk around or something. I hate waiting...

Posted: Tuesday, July 12, 2005, 11:33 am
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In the Airport


How cool for me. Willard Airport has free wireless Internet access for University employees. And my second laptop battery arrived today so I can watch movies for the duration of both flights.

I think the plane, coming from Cincinnati, should be landing momentarily. Which means shortly afterwards I'll be on my way.

I'll post more from one of the terminal bars in Cincy.

Posted: Monday, July 11, 2005, 4:32 pm
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"Uh, with liberty and fraternity for all..."


Apparently my eyes are going to get opened by something that I never gave much thought to previously.

I just finished watching National Treasure. I don't much care for Nicholas Cage, and knew that the bad guy from Patriot Games was going to be a bad guy in this movie 14 seconds after he appeared, but the redhead went to bed and I'm wide awake so i watched it.

Then I started Googling freemasonry. (I'm still wide awake--I was exhaused after driving 7 hours today, but now I'm wired. And I'm drinkin' beer, not pop, so the problem isn't caffeine...).

Holey moley. Adults act this way? They have "secret societies?" Rotary is tied with freemasonry somehow? I never knew!

Now, before I go further, I must admit that yes, I was in a fraternity in college. There were secret secrets that nobody else in the world knows (theoretically...). Initiation, hazing, and all the other baloney occurred as well (nothing to do with sheep, though--honest). It was neat when I was 18. My opinion of it now is thus: I made a great friend; I think that the ritual stuff is a bit silly now that I'm an adult; when it boils right down to it the whole thing is just like a church--all it is doing is taking in money. Once again--fun as an 18-year old. Grown adults join freemasons and deal with initiation baloney? You're kidding me.

Someone tried to get me to join the Lion's Club (or is it Lions Club?) a few years back. Really? I got the whole "belong to a group" out of my system in college when, I think, I was supposed to get that out of my system.

But adults sit around and do ritual stuff and elect officers and all that?

Anyway.

I apologize to my two readers that my posts have been so maudlin lately. I'm still not thrilled about flying in a couple days.

The clouds are starting to part. Most of the bad stuff has gone away. I just have this one last hurtle to deal with.

In other news...

The stinkpots and I went to Glen Ellyn today so that I could give my dad's iMac some much needed attention. 19 gig hard drive--no space available. Applications had all sorts of fun when they tried using virtual memory (or whatever the heck it is called in OS X now...). As it turns out, the culprit was easy to find--my semi-half-brother (don't ask, I'm not in the mood right now) had 12 gigs of mp3s. Some were iTunes, some were from Limewire, and some, well, I'm not sure where they were from.

12 gigs of music is now gone. (Well, I copied it to my laptop first and then deleted it from the iMac).

Port forwarding for number 22 is online. The iMac is now set with a fixed IP address and allows SSH. No more trips to Chicago--I can fix this stuff from home or work or wherever now.

An interesting thing to note is that the expressways sucked. There were (what seemed like) way too many semi-trucks, too many punks in beamers driving 90 and weaving every which way, and now our wonderful governor has doubled the price at the toll booths. And that was just up near the city.

But while we were suffering through the tollways, we watched plane after plane after plane slow down and lower its landing gear and do final approach for both of Chicago's two airports.

It really is that routine. Flight after flight after flight after flight. This isn't like a space shuttle launch.

A week from today I'll be peachy.

Oh, no raccoons last night, but maybe I'll get lucky tonight with part of a piece of pizza....

Posted: Saturday, July 09, 2005, 5:07 am
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You know...


Not to keep complaining or anything, but here's a part of the grading "rubric" from the on-line class I am taking this summer:

Grammar or spelling errors will seriously hurt the grade. There are many ways for writers to avoid these problems all together. So, if you have problems with comma's, run-on's, tenses, etc., you need to complete your paper early and then have it examined by Writing Specialists in the CTL.

all together should be the word "altogether."

comma's--what are the commas possessing? How about just "commas?"

run-on's--um, same thing.

And I would argue that the word "then" should be included before "...you need to complete..."

But what do I know?

I'm very anal retentive. I acknowledge that others are that way as well. But if you expect to hold me to a standard, you had better live up to it as well.

And I still hate flying. :)

Posted: Friday, July 08, 2005, 2:54 am
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Random Thoughts?


I'm exhausted. I'm not sleepy tired--I'm wide awake. But my body feels beat, beat, beat down, and completely without energy. Hence the term "exhaustion."

And you know, can I just say this? I can't express how thankful that I am that when I use an external storage device, in this case my CompactFlash Reader for my digital camera card, that OS X now sees the Desktop as one place. As opposed to the OS 9 and older days where if you tried to copy a file from a floppy or a zip disk and dragged and/or saved it to the Desktop it simply created a "Desktop" folder on the removable media and moved the file there instead of copying it to the hard drive. Speaking of exhaustion. Sheesh. Open file off flash drive, change the size, "Save As...", choose the desktop, and it is on my hard drive--I can yank the flash drive and the file icon won't disappear with it.

Yeah, I'm worn out.

My terrification (yes I can make up words too) of flying is starting to rear its ugly head. And over a week ago I ordered a second laptop battery for my Powerbook so that I could watch movies and listen using headphones for this whole upcoming trip and the battery has not arrived. How the heck does Central Stores not have those batteries on hand and in stock? Sigh.

At least I have the trap set up again tonight so I (might) have something to look forward to in the morning.

Dang raccoons.

All this flying malarky doesn't get better when my father-in-law starts talking about hurricane Dennis making its way up the east cost. "You may not get out of there on Wednesday." Well, I don't have enough money to stay a third night, so I better damn well make it out of there on Wednesday.

Otherwise he's going to have to front me the money for the extra night in the hotel. Again I say: sigh....

Payday is in 8 days. All of this stuff will be over with by then. The Fourth party was a success. I'll have made my stupid, useless meeting in North Carolina (of all the damn states I have to go to, it has to be NC--at least I'm traveling to NC State and not that wretched hive of scum and villany and Roy...).

I think screwdrivers will be the "courage du jour" on Monday morning.

And I have so much to do outside of this silly trip. I have a rather substantial consulting job (yeah, I thought I was going to quit doing that too...) that I, well, was hoping to turn in tomorrow on my way to Chicago, but it just isn't going to be finished tonight. What a terrible run-on sentence. Once again--I'm beyond caring about that at this point.

And tomorrow I have to go to Chicago. That's probably a bigger thorn than all the rest that are on the plate at this point (yes, I can mix analogies too if I want). The redhead is going to work and I'm going to take the stinkpots with me for the "day." Of course, the day is going to be three hours. Well, three hours of driving, three hours to fix dad's iMac and open up his router and give him a static (local) IP address so I can get to his machine from down here, and then three hours to drive home.

I don't like this flying business. Yes, I probably need therapy. Oh, wait. I go there every week.

I'm scared. I hate this. My boss is afraid that I'm going to become bored and go seek another job with more challenges. He needs to realize that too much more airplane travel might make me go seek another job.

I don't like this. One. Tiny. Bit.

I need to be on lithium, or valium, or vicodin, or, well, something.

And the damn trip up I-57 is probably way, way, way more statistically dangerous than riding in a "jetliner."

Okay, that's enough.

Posted: Friday, July 08, 2005, 2:01 am
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Raccoons


So we have a huge problem with raccoons in our neighborhood. Much of this stems from stupid old people that FEED the damn things. If I don't keep a cinder block on top of the garbage tote thing I end up with garbage strewn from one end of the yard to the other (okay, maybe not really that bad, but it still ends up being a mess).

Apparently they have been out in the sweet corn at the farm as well.

As it turns out, they have a trap out at the farm. Uncle Charles has apparently had it for a while and has been using it to try to catch one that has been messing with his garden. Well, he showed up with the trap yesterday afternoon...

After showing me how to set the trap (one of those "humane" ones with two trap doors) he asked if I knew what to bait it with. Trying to be polite, I just shrugged. "Payday," he said, and it took me a minute to realize he meant the candy bar and wasn't just expressing glee for catching a raccoon (a la "Jackpot!" or some such term....).

"I hope you have better luck than me. All I seem to catch are birds."

Well, because you're using a candy bar... When the raccoons tear through my garbage I'm pretty sure they aren't looking for a candy bar in there....

My daughter asked me (after Uncle Charles left) what I was going to use. I explained that we were going to have hamburgers for dinner and that I was pretty sure she wouldn't finish hers, and whatever she didn't eat was going to be the bait.

Well to make a long story short, it's 4:00 a.m. and the reason I'm up is because the trap worked. I have two of "them things" in the trap outside right now. I was laying in bed, half-asleep, and I heard mewing outside (isn't "mewing" a neat term? It makes me think of Jay and Silent Bob...). Sure enough, I went outside with the flashlight and there they were.

So now the question becomes--what the hell do I do with them? I read on a website that most raccoons inhabit a "home area" of around 20 acres or so, but that some people advocate letting them go at least 20 miles from where they are caught so that they don't return.

I guess I should go get another hour or two of sleep so that I can get up nice and early to go take these two to work with me and let them go out in the country somewhere--preferably on the other side of an interstate or two.

Payday candy bar... Sheesh.

Posted: Thursday, July 07, 2005, 9:03 am
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Halfway there...


Well the first huge money-drainer of the month is over with. Phew. And we actually even killed the keg this year!

I'll post pictures tomorrow--I forgot the camera (well, and my cell phone, dang it) at home this morning.

At least we finally got RAIN. Hopefully we can end the suicide watch of my father-in-law now (kidding).

It should be a relatively uneventful week at work as both of the bosses are on vacation. I think I'm going to take Friday off and take the kids up to the 'burbs so I can configure my dad's iMac so that I can get into it from here (he has a cable modem but I'm sure the machine itself is using DHCP so I need to give it a static IP address and then use his router to port forward the SSH port to his machine so I can get to it from here instead of driving for three hours every times something isn't working correctly...).

Oh well. Lame post but I'm still recovering from Sunday. Hopefully I'll have more tomorrow.

Posted: Tuesday, July 05, 2005, 11:41 am
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All by Myself


Everyone else in our group is out of the office today. At last--peace and quiet. (And one of my bosses even instructed me to take the day off as well--I explained that I'll get so much more done today with none of them here... )

Still, I don't honestly think I'll make it until 4:00 p.m. today....

Even though we've hardly had any rain, there are a few patches of grass in the back yard that are obnoxiously long that I should probably mow before the big festivities on Sunday, so I'll do that this afternoon (thank goodness the temperatures are a lot better today than they have been the past week or so....).

Speaking of the big day...

40+ hamburger patties made.... check
3 packages of hot dogs.... check
Keg ordered.... check

What's left to do?

I need to pick up the keg tomorrow--very important. I am going to go pay our live entertainment later this afternoon on my way home. As mentioned, I need to mow the yard. And I could probably stand to vacuum the pool tomorrow. And today is right about the time where my semi-dread turns the corner and becomes eager anticipation. This is probably the last year that we'll be able to have Lorenzo come play for us. The only reason it worked out this year was sheer luck (good for us, bad for him--they were supposed to be playing at some festival in Milwaukee but now they aren't--I don't know the exact details...).

I'm excited!

Posted: Friday, July 01, 2005, 1:13 pm
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