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Archived Entries from September 2006


Crikey!

Apologies to the family of the late Steve Irwin, of course. (And man was that tribute show ever sad--I can't imagine what that poor woman is going through. Of course Barbara Wahwah had to show up the next day and grill her about it. Enough, now--let's leave her and her family alone and give them some time and space to grieve. We all loved "The Crocodile Hunter" too, but for pete's sake--let's leave his family alone now. Anyway....).

So we had some excitement last night! The redhead was out on the deck talking to one of her friends on the phone, the kids were in the throes of bathing/brushing/preparing for bed, and I was watching television and enjoying a frosty Amstel Light.

And all of a sudden, out of the corner of my eye, I see something dart across the floor in front of me, and go under the Chief Illiniwek blanket that my daughter had conveniently left on the floor. "Wait, did I just see that?...." Before I could lift up the blanket it darted underneath the chair--yep I definitely saw something small and mouse-like, and it was in a hurry.

The first thing I did (first mistake) was run upstairs and grap my empty plastic trash can from my bathroom. Then I lifted the curtains up and used the sliding windows to hold them up, then I spun the chair away from the wall. Nothing.

Without totally belaboring this story, I moved the rest of the furniture but didn't find it. I got a better look at it the second time, and the redhead informed us all that it was a vole, and not a mouse, because it wasn't as fast as a mouse and was lots darker.

So I went out to the farm and retrieved the mousetraps that I bought for my mother-in-law earlier in the week (she said "mousetraps" but really wanted D-Con and, well, I brought her "moustetraps"). While I was gone the redhead said she saw it dart through the kitchen, so I rigged up a couple of traps with trusty peanut butter and put them near the stove, and one in the corner of the kitchen, and then put two more downstairs because we figured it probably had gone under the stove, through some hole the size of a dime, and was now down in the crawlspace and would eventually end up in the basement.

But it was back in the living room. The kids saw it run from behind the big comfy chair into the hallway closet. I said "where's that wastepaper basket!" Then I stopped for a second. What am I using a trash can for? It's a damn vole. "Nevermind, I'll just grab it...." I figured we'd never find it in the hallway closet but I opened up the closet, pulled out the basket of shoes, and sure enough, there it was. Back out of the closet, back behind the chair, around the corner, and behind the piano.

By now I'm feeling like Tommy Lee Jones in The Fugitive. I just couldn't catch a break. I went back and forth with the flashlight looking behind the piano, but I didn't see it. Finally, I grabbed the piano and pulled one end of it a few inches out from the wall. Of course all of our wedding and kid pictures went flying (oops). After picking them up and putting them on the couch I moved the other end of the piano (I was totally running on adrenaline at this point, because that piano is heavy and it sure didn't seem that way last night...). The vole appeared for a second, ran in a quick circle, and went back under the piano. Quoth Vader, "I have you now!"

The next time I pulled the piano a few feet further out all at once, and out came the vole, and headed for the kitchen. In true "Crocodile Hunter" fashion I dove across the floor and I had the little booger long enough for it to squeak in pain before it wiggled out of my grasp.

At which point it took off along the baseboard until it ran right over the mousetrap in the corner and *snap* and that was the end of that.

Poor vole. Oh well.

Posted: Friday, September 29, 2006, 1:45 pm
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My Poor Car

Well as it turns out, the fuel line in the Aurora that is leaking is not part of the recall, so I have to pay for it. No big deal, I guess. They can't get the part until tomorrow but hopefully it will be done before the weekend. New fuel line: $100. Labor: $150. I was figuring $400-$500 so I guess I can live with $250.

The redhead had to come pick me up at the dealer, and then we headed out to grab a bite to eat. I was introduced to something that isn't necessarily that new in Champaign, but is new to me--something called "butter burgers" and a place named Culver's. It was pretty good. I don't know that it lived up to all the hype I've heard from people locally, but it was good. Kinda like Steak 'n' Shake but greasier, if that makes any sense. I'd definitely eat there again. (And it was cheap to boot!)

Hmm. I don't have much else to talk about. I'm closing in on finishing up this year's changes to the online registration and review stuff.

And look at me--it's my late mother's birthday and I'm not even a bit depressed.

Posted: Thursday, September 28, 2006, 5:24 pm
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Autumn

I'm in a surprisingly good mood right now. Well, I guess my mood overall has been improving steadily for months now. Lots of weights off the shoulders or some such. But I guess I'm surprised because I busted my butt at work the last two days and rather than being tired and crabby I'm content and happy.

The weather is cooling off, which is nice. The leaves are starting to turn and fall off the tree. And it's almost as if my green ash in the back yard has been holding its breath waiting for fall to get here so it could say "I'm first!" and unload the weight of all its leaves. Once they have all fallen off it is going to have a date with the barber. A barber they call "chainsaw." You think my kid looks funny with his head shaved? Wait until I post pictures of what I'm going to do to this poor tree. Hopefully it will help it recover from the awful chlorine mess I made last year and next year it will come back even happier and healthier with less to worry about up top. That's the theory at least....

The nickels and dimes are starting to fall. The Aurora is leaking gas--up where the plastic fuel rails meet the metal pipes that take the gas the rest of the journey to the fuel injectors. So I filled out an online service request with the local GM dealer--hopefully they can take a look at it tomorrow. The Aurora had a recall done a year or so ago to replace said fuel rails because the stock ones were said to be faulty (they'd leak gas which would catch fire, if you can believe that). HOPEFULLY the thing that is leaking now is part of what they replaced, because GM warrantees all recall repairs forever. If this were all taken care of for free, that would be quite cool. And if this is the problem with the car stuttering at certain speeds, and that ends up fixed as well, I'll be golden. The engine is in great shape. Other than some (not as bad as the red car) electrical goofiness (the passenger window switch doesn't work, the backseat passenger window won't go down at all--nothing overly important...), I think this car is in pretty good shape for being 10 years old, having 123,000 miles, and, most surprisingly, being an Oldsmobile. I just hope this fuel rail repair is part of that recall and that it fixes the hesitation as well. I need to get five more years out of that thing (well, or at least maybe 2 or 3).

I did some serious ColdFusion programming today. I hate to admit it, but even though it seems to be more time-consuming that PHP, I think it produces "cleaner" code, if that makes sense, because it won't allow you to do the stupid stuff that you can do in PHP if you're in a hurry. And we all know what a hack I am. I learned a lot yesterday and today as well, which is always fun.

Well, not much else to add--I think the redhead and the geerow just got home from the store, so I guess I should get started with making dinner.

Posted: Wednesday, September 27, 2006, 10:39 pm
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Parking Garage

I have too much to do this morning to be wasting my time with this, but maybe if I gripe about it here, it'll make me feel better and I can get on with my day.

I pay a montly fee to park at my job. Sounds ridiculous, right? It is ridiculous. But whatever--cost of doing business or something. (And it isn't that much money--like $35 a month, but the principle of the whole thing is what is silly). At any rate, we periodically get e-mail messages directed to us as "customers" of the lot I park in, which happens to be a parking garage. Usually they are reminders that we need to drive more slowly, etc., because some people whip up and down the aisles and around the tight corners, etc. Well, a while back, I started noticing that when I'd get to work at 8:30 or so there was an awful lot of traffic headed out of the parking garage, which seemed odd. Then I paid a little closer attention and noticed that most of the drivers were older, and none of them had hand tags.

According to the sign on the entrance to the parking garage, all spaces are rented from 6:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. So who are old of these old people leaving the parking garage at 8:30? And note that my concern stems from the fact that people who pay to park there are trying to enter the garage at that time, and all of these other people are leaving, and aren't driving slowly, aren't yielding at corners, because, presumably, since they aren't "customers," they aren't getting the constant e-mail messages explaining the rules.

So I contacted campus parking. And I tried to not come off like a total jerk, but I wanted to know why, if I had to pay to park there, that all sorts of people where parking there in the morning and not paying. Seems fair, right?

"Mike,

Thank you for contacting us with your concerns. You have made some good observations and your concerns are very logical. Off hand we do not know who would be exiting the deck early without hang tags...."

Yeah they do. Across the street from the parking garage is a new campus exercise facility. And I think that there's an elderly person exercise group that meets in the morning (someone else told me this). And they've been told they can use the parking garage as long as they are out of there before it gets busy.

Another friend of mine, who works in the other department that shares the building I work in, told me that supposedly the old people have just been told to park higher up in the garage.

And I thought, whatever, this isn't worth worrying about. I made my complaint, campus parking side-stepped around it, end of story. One more thing that there isn't any point getting worked up about, because nothing will be done to change the status quo.

This morning as I'm driving down Dorner Drive toward the garage, it's still dark out, and I look up and the parking garage gives off a bright glow from all of the empty concrete space coupled with the light of thousands of neon bulbs. Except the fourth level, it seems, looked darker than the others. Hmm.

Always one for a good mystery, I pull into the garage and start my way up, passing level after level of empty spots. And lo and behold, when I got to the fourth level there were about two dozen cars, none of which had hang tags. Time--6:15 a.m. And as luck would have it, there was even an old woman getting out of her car and walking over to the elevator as I was driving by.

I drove back down the multitude of ramps to the first level, and parked, as I do this early in the morning, at the first spot on the first level, closest to the door (well, not closer than the handicapped spots). Nothing to lose sleep over.

No need to reply back to the coordinator of campus parking and reporting what I've "discovered." Blog about it, feel good that I'm right, and go get a Code Red and get busy for writing the code for the next iteration of the on-line reviewer system.

Okay. Enough of that.

Posted: Wednesday, September 27, 2006, 11:44 am
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Grants Management

So much for carpooling for the rest of the week... At least the sun isn't up yet, and nobody else is around....

It looks like I'm not getting away from my "old" job as quickly as I thought I would. It turns out there was a bit of a misunderstanding on my part about how the grants management software I wrote would be used in the future.

My understanding was that it was to be mothballed in favor of the stuff that the folks in D.C. finally got around to getting to work. That's only half-true.

So while one of the grants will go through D.C., the other one still has to go through us. And I had already modified the system so that it is now only a reviewer system, and not a proposal submission system. In other words, it won't work for the second grant. And they want to announce a "call for proposals" this week.

I need to get busy. So I guess I'll be getting to work at 6:00 a.m. for the rest of the week too.

Posted: Tuesday, September 26, 2006, 11:20 am
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Organization

I think I'm going to spend today, or as much time of today as I need, cleaning up my files. My G5 has a 250 gig drive and there are only 70 gigs available on it. That's a lot of stuff.

Last week I bought a second drive that is 400 gigs, but I still need to get this all under control. It's ridiculous. My desktop continually files up with icons and whenever I get tired of seeing them all I just highlight the whole set of them and drag them to a folder called "Desktop Stuff." Well, "Desktop Stuff" now has hundreds and hundreds of random files in it.

My home directory is completely cluttered as well. I have much better organizational skills than this. So I think that everything else is going to be pushed aside for today, and I'm going to dig into this mess and make some order of it.

Posted: Monday, September 25, 2006, 2:25 pm
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Nice Weekend

Yesterday the kids and I and my pal Jeff went up to his research ponds and fished the retention pond for a few hours. It was a lot of fun. We caught a lot of fish, and learned a few things along the way. The kids had fun playing with the two dogs, Payton and Dee.

I'm having an awful time with allergies right now. My eyes have been watering and my nose has been unstoppable. There's nothing more than annoying than that twitch right up in the nasal cavity. Ick.

Oh there's a Rod Blagojevich commercial on right now. And he's acting like a good guy. I hate politicians. And I especially don't like him. Geez.

Well, the only reason I'm up is because I took a long benedryl-induced nap today. The rest of the family has long since gone to bed.

I actually even slept through the second half of the Bears game, which was probably a good thing, even though they won.

Okay, I need to go to bed.

Posted: Monday, September 25, 2006, 4:00 am
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Anxiety?

And I'm not sure why. The nice thing about all the recent developments in my life is that they can all be ruled out as suspects. It's not money. It's not consulting. It's not worrying about my future. OUR future. But what does that leave? School? Pshaw, I'm not worried about school. That happens closer to the end of the semester when a bunch of stuff is due, and even then I think that used to be consulting/freelancing-related (lots of school work to do coupled with lots of freelancing stuff to do).

The kids are fine. The redhead is fine. The house and cars are fine. Work is awesome, of course.

I don't get it. I'm anxious, but I'm not worried about being anxious like I normally am. Or there isn't worry that is going along with the anxiousness. I'm just curious. I don't understand. Maybe I need to start lifting weights again.

The muscle relaxers aren't working. The past two days I've had awful headaches for most of the day. Gosh, I'm just a wreck. Surely the headaches and the anxiety are related.

Oh, we didn't golf yesterday--my boss wasn't feeling well and the weather was awful. It didn't end up storming like we expected, but it was cold and cloudy and awfully windy--very much not conducive to sitting on a golf course and drinking beer (and we all know that I can drink beer under just about any circumstance imaginable...).

We may go fishing today, if the weather cooperates. My friend Jeff runs a set of research ponds--I think I have a picture of them somewhere.... Yeah, here they are. And my explanation is misleading. There is a very small rectangular tract of land that goes from just about the middle of the picture slightly to the upper left, and the much smaller things inside that tract are the ponds. Saying "rectangles" is totally misleading when looking at a picture of farmland from the air. Heh.

Anyway, the kids will be fishing the "overflow" pond while I'll actually be helping Jeff with real "research." They are researching some sort of mating habits or, well, I don't remember, but the fishing part of it is pretty cool. We'll each fish the same pond for a fixed set of time. Every fish we catch will have an implant with a serial number in it. There's an electronic thing that we hold up to the fish that can read the serial number. Jeff writes it down, and the fish goes back into the pond. Rinse. Lather. Repeat. It's lots of fun, especially since ol' Jeffrey is the fish expert and I'll catch more bass than he will.

And the kids will have the most fun, because the overflow pond has all sorts of different bass in it, and you all but get a hook and worm in the water and you've caught a fish. And for kids, that's the best way to fish. No "I'm bored" with that set-up.

Yay! We're having a weenie roast tonight! I just love fall. Actually, the Autumnal Equinox is tomorrow morning? Or was it this morning? I think it is tomorrow morning, just after midnight. I told the redhead the other day that I'm going to become a wiccan. Sort of. Intelligent people will realize the harmlessness of it, but maybe I can freak out some of the local small-town bible beaters and get them to call me a witch. Tee hee.

Maybe a good day of fishing will wash the anxiousness away. Because, honestly, I don't have the slightest idea what I could possibly be anxious about. Oh well. I best be heading to the store to get stuff for breakfast--the boy is already awake and he'll be ready for sausage and hash browns sooner than later.

OMG. I think I finally got this iMac working. Woo hoo!

Posted: Saturday, September 23, 2006, 11:37 am
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Fore!

At the behest of my wonderful boss, I'm playing in the department golf outing tomorrow. I haven't picked up the sticks for years. The coat of dust on my golf bag was quite thick. It cleaned up well, I think, and my clubs still seem to be in good shape. A few weeks back I ordered a new pair of golf shoes (the ones I had previously had non-removable metal spikes--that's how long it has been since I've golfed...).

Well, I think I'm joining the local country club next year. Now that I have all this free time from not freelancing/consulting anymore, I need to have something to do. And a neighbor down the street has been bugging me to join for a few years now. So we'll see how this goes.

What else?

Oh, the saxophone finally arrived and came home today. Hey Al, I have an idea--why don't you pick one of the more expensive instruments to play. Sheesh.

I had one more thing....

Hmmm....

Golf. The saxophone. OH! MythTV.

Tonight was the season premiere of "The Office" and "My Name Is Earl." But the second episode of the new season of "Survivor" was on at the same time. What we ended up doing was agreeing to watch the NBC shows (because we were most concerned with what was happening on "The Office") and I'll get "Survivor" off of BitTorrent tonight or tomorrow.

But that got me thinking about MythTV again. It's an open source project that sort of does what TiVo does. You can run it on Linux or even OS X, and, with a video card with a television tuner, use it to record programs to a hard drive to watch later. I first misunderstood all of this a bit--I need to actually have a Fedora box in the armoire. Duh. I can't run a network cable to the television. So I may be <don't read this redhead>building another box</>. Just a motherboard, processor, and the video card that I have to buy anyway. Maybe do microATX so I can put it in a little, little case. We'll see.

And as I explained to the wife, this is as much about the nerdiness as anything. I'm going to make this attempt just to see if I can pull it off. To be honest, I have to dorkily quote Captain Ramius--"I give us....one chance in three."

We'll see.

Eh, I had something else to write about, but I started talking to the wife, and, well, I've had some wine, so I think I'm spent.

Posted: Friday, September 22, 2006, 1:34 am
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CommentSpam on the Rise

It seems that my spam levee is holding quite well. About the only inconvenience now is that I still get an e-mail every time a comment is submitted, even if it fails. Not that big of a deal. The bogus comments go in the database and just don't get posted. And periodically I go through and delete them.

Wired magazine had a neat article last month about blogspam--it was quite interesting. It explained in greater detail some of the things I already kinda knew about, like the fact that commentspam attempts on my blog seem to center around posts where I link to some sort of commercial web site.

Anyway.

My dang boy turns ELEVEN today. I can't believe it. Time goes too fast.

All the more reason that it is a good thing that I quit that whole freelancing business.

Dang stinker.

Posted: Wednesday, September 20, 2006, 2:03 pm
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2950

I can't believe that my new server arrived a week ago and I forgot to post a token pic:

It is a Dell Poweredge 2950 with two 3.0 GHz Dual Core Xeon processors (which is cool--each is already hyper-threaded so RedHat will see it as EIGHT total processors...) with a gig of RAM and six 250 gig SATA drives (I'm going to do RAID 5 with four drives and have two hotswap spares...). The department has to move a few servers out of our server closet and into an adjacent building before there will be room for this one, which is fine because I don't really have time right now to be installing a new server anyway. I'm looking forward to it, though!

Well in other news the redhead and I went to Bamba for lunch today. Antonio wasn't there (I didn't figure he would be) but I asked one of the other guys there how he was doing and he said that he's a bit shaken, but he's happy the ordeal is over with. Here's a more comprehensive article about it from the local paper that was published this afternoon.

Okay, I don't have much else to talk about. Maybe from home this evening....

Posted: Tuesday, September 19, 2006, 9:25 pm
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OMFG!

Someone kidnapped Antonio!

La Bamba Kidnapping

Antonio is one of the co-owners of La Bamba restaurant in Champaign, a place that I've been eating at since about the day it opened back in the late 1980s. Since I've been back on campus I've eaten there at least once a week. And when I worked at AOCS I ate there once or twice a week as well (at the West Champaign location....). Honestly, the year I worked at Illinois Power in Decatur was the only time I didn't eat there regularly. When I was in college we ate there all the time after the bars would close, and that occurred even more regularly when I was running Cochrane's. In fact, I think I could make a pretty good case of having eaten more La Bamba burritos since their incorporation than anyone else.

I know Antonio quite well. I'll stop here with the "I know him better than you do and like Bamba more than you do," but I just wanted to make it clear just how much this freaks me out.

I'm glad he's safe. I'm glad they got the bad guys. But I'm still kinda upset by all of this. Frickin' kidnapping people? What is this, Iraq? I can't imagine how he was freaking out. How scary.

He works every Friday when we have lunch there, and works the late night evenings as well. "What to drink? Bud or Bud Light?" (No, they don't have beer--that's his lame joke every single Friday differentiating between Pepsi and Diet Pepsi...).

One time a couple of years ago I had to drop off a freelancing job at lunch so I drove through the "drive thru" location and was halfway back to the office before realizing that the guy at the window had given me $10 too much change. The following Friday I had lunch at the campus location and after I paid I went to hand Antonio a ten dollar bill, explaining that earlier in the week I had been given too much change at the West Champaign location. He laughed heartily and told me not to worry about it and joked that I've eaten more than enough burritos to have made up for it, or some such.

And somebody frickin' kidnapped him.

I'm not really happy right now. I mean, I'm happy that he's back and is safe and that the feds caught the perps, but still.

(Grrr. And the local habit of adding an "s" to businesses that don't end in "s" is irritating enough--the fact that the local television station isn't professional enough to not do that aggravates me as well. It's "La Bamba" not "La Bambas"--there isn't a "Mr. Labamba" that owns the restaurant. It isn't Oscos or Best Buys either. Quit with unnecessary "s" ending......)

Posted: Monday, September 18, 2006, 11:31 pm
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Ahhh-choo....

Saturday afternoon we had a small celebration for my son's upcoming birthday. He invited a couple of friends, and we went up to the Illini Union to go bowling. He and his two pals were on one lane and my daughter, the redhead, and I were on the next lane. After one game the kids decided that they wanted to play video games, so the redhead and I bowled a second game while the four of them plugged tokens into the various games and pinball machines (I spent almost $20 on tokens, and even though I told him not to, one of the other little boys stuck a $5 in when I wasn't looking--I had the pile of tokens near us on a table, and told the kids to just come and get some when they needed them, but then when we were out of tokens and supposedly "finished" THEN this little boy reaches into his pocket and pulls out another handful, so we ended up staying well past the time I was ready to leave--grrr.....).

My daughter was hilarious--you can tell she has seen bowling on television (and she's been bowling several times before, of course). She holds the bowling ball over her head as she walks up to the line, then brings it down, sticks her butt out, flings her right leg behind her (like a "real" bowler) and then rolls the ball down the lane. Absolutely hilarious. And once the boys found out that the computerized scoring system also kept track of how fast their ball was sent down the lane, their competition no longer consisted of who had the best score--it was all about who could throw the ball the fastest. I mean, they would whip the ball and then without even seeing what (if anything) it was going to hit would run back up to the scoring thing to see the speed.

And don't read this the wrong way, but my butt is killing me. Apparently I use some muscles while bowling that I don't normally use, because the sides of my butt are all cramped and really, really hurt. Walking up stairs is especially painful. I really need to get back in shape...

Well Illinois was terrible on Saturday--thankfully it wasn't on "normal" cable television so I was spared from watching it. The Bears looked good on Sunday, at least. Which is especially good since it's looking more and more like the Sox are definitely not going to win the division, and probably not going to get the wild card spot either. Go Bears!

I mowed the yard yesterday, and did a lot of work cleaning up the compost heap, and I used the leaf blower/vac and cleaned up the deck. And then I sneezed. And sneezed. And sneezed.

And now it is a day later, and I've finally purchased some anti-histamines (I don't know how we don't have any at home...) and I sit here with itchy eyes and a sore nose. Trying to stay awake...

Posted: Monday, September 18, 2006, 6:45 pm
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The Pope

So apparently the Pope has irritated the Muslims of the world by citing some words spoken by a Byzantine emperor. Something about Muhammad's teachings being "evil and inhuman" and that Islam is/was spread "by the sword."

I thought it funny for several reasons. I don't want to get too offensive here, of course, but I think it's clear that I'm an ex-Catholic, and I thought it somewhat humorous that the Pope got himself into some hot water.

The reactions of Muslims around the world is the funniest part, however. Even though the Pope expressed remorse, apparently that isn't good enough. An Islamic extremist group has now warned the Pope that the West is "doomed." They are vowing to continue their holy war against the West.

"We will break up the cross, spill the liquor and impose head tax, then the only thing acceptable is a conversion or the sword."

Muslims around the world are burning the Pope in effigy.

So let me get this straight. The Pope quotes someone who once said a long time ago that Islam was spread by the sword. Then Muslims around the world get mad, and threaten to make people either convert, or they'll kill them, uh, with a sword.

If it walks like a duck...

Posted: Monday, September 18, 2006, 6:17 pm
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I Hate People

I really do. I mean, seriously. The battery in the Aurora is dead, so we took the wife's new car to work today. Normally when we do that she drops me off and keeps the car at her place, but since I have to go and get a new battery, I brought my hang tag along and I took her to work first and kept the car.

Now, knowing that she'd want it parked in a somewhat safe place so that it didn't get dinged (we have only had it for a month or so, after all) I drove past the couple of parking spots on the third level of the parking deck, and past the fourth level that was only half-full, and all the way up to the fifth level. I went all the way to the end of a row and backed into a spot--putting the right side of the car right up on the line so that on the left side of the car I had a huge amount of space. I shut the car off, opened the door and proceeded to get my stuff together. And as I look up, here's this stupid woman in a truck. Sitting there. Waiting for me to get out and shut my door so she can park in the spot right next to me. Now let me get this straight. I parked all the way up on a completely empty level so I would be away from everyone else, started to get my stuff out of the car, and this woman is going to sit there and wait for me so that she can have that spot. There are 1,000 other spots! Park one more spot over. Park across the aisle. I don't know. But seriously--she sat there and waited for me to get out of my car so she could have that spot.

I would never do that. Yeah, I went out of my way to pick a spot that I liked, but I would never sit and wait for someone to close their door so I could have the next spot if there were hundreds of other available spots.

Maybe I'm just being whiny. Maybe it is too early in the morning. I just think that's ridiculous. Stupid woman. And I forgot my damn bottle of Code Red because I hurried to get out of the car and get the door shut. Sheesh.

Posted: Thursday, September 14, 2006, 1:39 pm
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The Car

Someone called about the car last night and asked to come see it this evening. I went out to the farm tonight a few minutes early and there was a young girl out there in a minivan talking on her cell phone. I parked and sat in my car, assuming this was the daughter of the guy I talked to last night.

Well, she ended up leaving, and a few minutes later the guy I talked to showed up. He brought a mechanic, and I told them that I wasn't going to stand over their shoulder, and that they could call me when they were done looking/driving. A half hour later he came over to the house and offered to buy it, and I agreed. I went out to the farm to move it, and went in to let the in-laws know that I had sold it. When I came back outside the girl in the van was back with (I presume) her dad. And I had to tell them that I sold it already.

Oops.

So the last "stress" is about over with, but as I told the redhead, when the keys are in his hand and the money is in mine (tomorrow night) then this will be over with. Right now we're just at a handshake, and handshakes don't matter to the bank.

Anyway. Hopefully when this "goes down" tomorrow I'll start to relax.

Hopefully.

Posted: Thursday, September 14, 2006, 1:17 am
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Busy Week

Wow-it's Wednesday already. And fortunately nothing catastrophic happened on Monday, and nuclear war didn't start yesterday in the Middle East (and yes, that link does route through a machine at home so that nerdrium.com doesn't show up in their referrer logs....).

Anyway.

I've spent much of today dealing with my file server at work. I've finally gotten around to playing with it again. I first edited /etc/fstab and added "usrquota" to the /home partition, rebooted, and then ran quotacheck. Campus offers all faculty 500 megs of storage (that's where all the wonderful photos that appear in my blog are at, because my Nerdrium account doesn't have that much space available...) and I think they are going to bump it up to 1 gig. Even so, 1 gig isn't really that much storage space anymore. I mean, I have a flash drive that can hold 2 gigs, for crying out loud. So as as a service to the folks in our group here at work, I'm going to offer accounts with 10 gigs (and more if they need it). The file server runs Fedora Core 4 and has dual 320 gig drives that are configured using software RAID 1 (so they are mirrored). There are maybe 15 or so people in our group, and I'm sure not all of them will be interested, so there should be plenty of space to go around. (And the server is behind the fully-closed portion of the campus firewall, so people off-campus can't see it without a VPN connection...)

Now (after I post this) I need to make a page that shows how to download Putty and an SFTP client so that they can access the server and copy their files, etc. All this and I've only been on the job a month! Heh.

Someone is coming to look at the red car tonight--hopefully I can get it sold and off of Papa's lawn and be done with the whole situation.

Posted: Wednesday, September 13, 2006, 7:42 pm
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Lassie

Before I could even get breakfast started this morning the kids were dressed and ready to head out the door. Grandma called and they're going to (probably) go get a dog. Apparently Papa and Grandma went to the humane society in Urbana yesterday to "adopt" a collie for the farm. The people at the human society asked if they were keeping the dog indoors and they said "no," so they wouldn't let them adopt it. Their policy, apparently, is not to let people adopt "outside" dogs. It's a collie, for crying out loud, and they are keeping it on a farm. They aren't some gritballs keeping it caged in a pen with a gravel floor.

So we were going to go up there today and adopt this dog, and lie about it, and then just bring the dog to the farm. How stupid. There's no way they can enforce that, so why even try? And yeah, I don't like it when people put dogs in 6 x 9 cages with concrete or gravel floors and let them live in their own filth, but Papa explained that it was for a farm, and there are barns and a shed and lots of acreage to run around. I mean, he's a farmer--they've had dogs before.

Well, as it turns out, Grandma found someone with a litter of border collie puppies in Arthur, and Em got up bright and early and said Grandma was going to call at 8:00. We went to the store at 7:30 to get bacon and eggs and milk for breakfast, and no sooner did we get back than the phone rang. And my daughter was no longer hungry.

So she and Al put their shoes on, Grandma appeared in the driveway, and out the door they went.

The redhead isn't up yet (she isn't crazy like the rest of us are and doesn't get up at 6:30 a.m. on weekends when she doesn't have to....). The kitchen is clean. No freelancing to do.

I guess I'll go out to the farm and pick more tomatoes. I'm about ready to be done with canning for the summer....

Oh well.

Posted: Saturday, September 09, 2006, 1:20 pm
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Dementia

At my weekly appointment on Wednesday (that has actually only happened like three times in the last two months) my therapist told me that my work's insurance company, that pays the bulk of the cost of each appointment, was changing their ways after November, and that basically, they were ready for me to finish up. I told her that I found that funny, because I was going to ask her that very day if we could start wrapping up my almost two years (!) of almost-weekly visits.

My problem, as I told her, isn't about my mother. That's become somewhat of a crutch over the years, and when things take a turn for the worse emotionally, it's easy to jump to the conclusion that I'm upset about having lost my mom. Well you know what? Yes, it is true--I'm never going to be the person I was on February 5, 1985 again. But every problem that has happened in my life since then can't be blamed on the fact that my mom died the following day. It just can't.

As we continued talking, and I could tell by her expressions that she was quite happy that I had finally figured all of this out, I told her that the difference in me now from a few months ago was the stress and pressure that I put on myself. I try too hard, and I worry too much. But I can understand that now, and can do my best to avoid being that way. Or at least understand what is going on when I am being that way. Fewer trees--more forest.

When we make homemade pizza, and I meticulously make sure that there is the same distribution of toppings on every square inch of the pizza, so no piece will have too much pepperoni and no piece will have too little, well, we're just going to have to accept that that's the way I am and deal with it. Is it weird? Probably. Harmful? No. We can all laugh at dad and his quirkiness, and move on. (And trust me kids, your pizza is better because of it!)

I'm in the perfect place at work now with my "new" job. When this latest move happened my boss told me that even if it would serve to keep me around for "a couple of more years," I laughed and told him he was nuts--he's going to have to pry me from my chair to get me out of there. I have two children to put through college, and having tuition be half-price is enough of a reason to stay. Not to mention that I'm slowly working toward a second Bachelor's degree. And will maybe attempt a Master's degree after that. So by the time all of that happens, I'll be what? Like 47 or 48? With a M.S. in Computer Science from UIUC and 20 some years experience? I think I'll be more than able to answer the "where do you want to go today?" question. Well, and none of that will matter because the wife will probably be loaded at that point the way everything keeps progressing as it is at her job....

I was having a weird dream (thanks, Wort) before waking up to come down for a cup of water and some blogging. I had gone to the hardware store for something, and rather than sitting on Route 130 where it is, it was instead placed more as the entrance to a huge garden/farm. And I was inside, and needed to get tomatoes (yes, I was out at the farm today and I have more canning to do this weekend--I totally have tomatoes on the brain) and Mr. Gilles let me take the store's vehicle out to the garden, which was some distance away. And one thing led to another and I didn't get picked what I needed to pick, and didn't make it back to the store until well after it was closed. And I started freaking out. Mr. gilles was going to be mad at me. How did he get home? He trusted me with the company vehicle and I didn't get back on time. But I had a reason, I just can't remember what it was. I worried. I stressed. I put pressure on myself. I was borrowing a jack.

Mr. Gilles wouldn't care, or he wouldn't have let me take the vehicle in the first place. His wife Connie would have driven him home if he needed a ride. That's what happens in small-town living. Duh.

So the long and short of it is that my deceased mother isn't the problem. I'm the "problem." But now that I know that, it puts things in some perspective. I'm still fallible, yes, but that's okay (heh--and I just tried to spell that "fallable"). We'll get there. Shit, by all accounts, we're "here" already. Slow down. Take a deep breath. Relax. The fruits of 15 years of struggling have paid off completely. Time to enjoy. The kids aren't getting any younger. No more freelancing. I can't say no more "worry" completely (I mean, this ship still has to be steered somewhat). But see the big picture. Keep my eye on the ball. Six of one, half-dozen of the other. Okay, enough silliness.

I need to go back to bed. Hey, it's Friday! And that means Bamba! w00t!

Posted: Friday, September 08, 2006, 9:19 am
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Pipe Dreams

Over five years ago an idea crept into my head, and while it hasn't really taken hold of its own permanent set of axons and dendrites, every now and again it pops onto my radar screen just long enough to remind me that it is still there.

I want a summer cottage.

Now I realize that Wisconsin used to be the place to go, but I'm sure every square inch of lakefront property in Wisconsin (and they have a lot of lakes) has been developed, and I'm sure that none of it can be had for less than six figures (even for like a half-acre lot...). But what's so special about Wisconsin? I suppose that its popularity stems from the fact that it isn't that far of a drive for wealthy Chicago suburbanites.

Well, I'm neither wealthy, nor a Chicago suburbanite.

And I'm more concerned with being alone with my family. AWAY from people. Not out on a lake with a bunch of "my boat is bigger than yours" types. (And yes, I realize that not everyone is that way--I have good friends from high school that are part of the "Wisconsin crowd"--but I think even they would agree with me that an awful lot of the people up there are full of themselves, and their Cadillac Escalades.) So rural Wisconsin to me is not any different than rural Illinois. Or even rural Indiana--the border between our states is only an hour or so from our house. I don't want a seven hour drive to "get away" but I could deal with driving a couple of hours. Enough that it would definitely feel "away."

But even around here stuff is crowded. And I'm sure the bigger lakes here have just as many "my boat is bigger than yours" types too. The difference is that the ones from around here are acting like they are rich, and the ones from Chicago usually actually are. And even cheapo houses on lakefront property aren't cheap--at least the ones I can find on the Internet. (And this is one of those instances where Google makes things more of a mess than it helps--try Googling "Indiana Lakefront Property" and other similar variations and see if you can find any useful information....).

Now because of that my pipe dream is somewhat different. And it may still be completely unfeasible, but what the heck--it's my dream and I can dream it any way I want to. Now if there's a chance of it even remotely becoming reality, then I'll ask for input. And that's not harsh words for the redhead, of course--I always want her opinion. It's everyone else around me that is all of a sudden going to know so much more than I do about buying land, etc., etc.

So anyway, my other "option," if you will, is to buy some land, dig my own "lake," and build a house. I'm thinking like 20 acres of crappy wooded land. Something that some old farmer is going to have been trying to get rid of for years. Something out in the middle of nowhere. Nothing else around but farmland. And we can take the kids there throughout the year and maybe start clearing an opening in the woods one tree at a time. Stack some firewood, tent camp in the fall. And maybe after a couple of years pay to have utilities run out there. And maybe a year or two later pay to have a foundation dug. And maybe after that start building a house. Nothing too fancy--two bedrooms, one bathroom, a nice kitchen and eating area, and maybe a family room with a chimney.

And depending on how much land I can get a hold of, maybe clear even more of it and have a pond dug. Two or three acres maybe? Wikipedia says that a football field, including the end zones, is about 1.32 acres. I'd say three football fields in size would be plenty big, right? It would take a few years for it to fill with water, and for plant growth (and other such organisms) to take root and make the water suitable for fish. We could stock it with bluegill and I know someone that could probably hook me up with a couple dozen small (foot-long or so) largemouth bass to get that population started. And channel catfish of course.

And I won't be in a hurry. We can take our time. We can tackle it a stage at a time as we can afford it. Maybe for the first few years all we do is cut a few trees down and tent camp. But we'll be away.

And then rather than having had spent $200,000 on a crappy modular home with neighbors all around, we'll have spent a ton less, and be alone. And we can go there whenever we want. And we can let our friends use it sometimes. And our families.

I e-mailed one of the realtors that the redhead used to work with yesterday, and I think we're going to go have lunch at some point and discuss this further. Thanks to the new jobs, and the raises, and the refinance stuff, I think the chances of my pipe dream happening just went from 0 to maybe 1.5% or so. And depending on what this realtor has to tell me, maybe it will go back to 0%, and stay there permanently. But it can't hurt to look into it.

Billy (the redhead's older brother) was looking for property in Southern Illinois for a while, and at one point proposed to me a joint purchase of 70 acres with a lake for $72,000. If only that were yesterday and not a year ago. 35 wooded acres and half a lake would have been quite cool.

Surely there's some farmer down south that has 20 acres of wooded land in the middle of nowhere that he'll part with for, I don't know, like $20,000??

Okay. Back to reality. I suppose I ought to go and get a hose on my way home for emptying the damn pool....

Posted: Wednesday, September 06, 2006, 6:39 pm
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Lake Shelbyville

So I spent the day Monday working on a freelancing project. Hah--just kidding! Actually, the redhead and I planned on taking the kids to Turkey Run State Park in Indiana. However, she suggested Lake Shelbyville instead, so that's what we did--nice to have a change of pace every now and then.

We brought a picnic and ate out by the lake. The weather was perfect. The temperature was just right and there was a nice breeze. And, as usual of late, I have photos.

After eating lunch and watching some waterskiers and people "tubing," we headed off to hike some trails.

We had quite a workout--the trails we hiked were quite hilly. Well, as hilly as it gets in Central Illinois anyway. I had a lot of fun, and we'll definitely need to go down there again--I don't think we even scratched the surface as far as seeing all of the trails or all of the lake.

In other fun news, it's been a week since I've had any Ibuprofen. Apparently the muscle relaxers are doing their job. Now hopefully I can lose 40 pounds and quit taking all these pills completely. The redhead and I are still taking our lunch four days a week (or trying to, at least), and that should help. And now that it isn't so ungodly hot and humid out maybe we'll start walking at night again.

Hmm. I had something else I wanted to talk about but now I've forgotten. Oh, no big deal--I was just going to gripe about the pool. I didn't get it closed over the weekend, but should probably take care of it sooner rather than later. It turns out (if I didn't mention this already) that the reason my green ash tree has been dropping leaves all summer long is because I emptied the pool into that part of the yard last fall, and the chlorine in the water eats away at tree roots. So it's my fault the tree is unhappy. The good news is that it will recover, and I'm planning on pruning a bunch of large limbs and branches off this fall, so that should make for less work for what's left of the root system (which will eventually grow back). But I don't want to dump all the pool water (well, only about half has to be emptied, but that's still like 15,000 gallons of water...) back behind the pool house because I don't want to stress the blue spruce any more than necessary as it is battling bagworms again and the small dogwood on the other side of the poolhouse already looks kinda crummy from pool backwash from this last season. Ideally I'd like to run a hose all the way out to the street and dump it there. But I need about 50 more feet of hose (and not like garden hose, I need like 1 1/2 inch diameter plastic tubing kinda stuff). Well, I found a 50 foot roll of pool vacuum hose for twelve bucks on Home Depot's web site--exactly what I need! So I drove over there after lunch yesterday and come to find that they are the only Home Depot in the region that doesn't carry pool supplies. Aaargh! I guess I'll be going to Farm and Fleet and seeing what kind of corrugated tubing they have there--hopefully it won't be too expensive. I'm just ready to be finished with the dang pool.

Jeans, sweatshirts, weenie roasts, chili, football, and beer--I'm ready!

Posted: Wednesday, September 06, 2006, 1:22 pm
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Be Like Mike

Or rather, Mike needs to be like the redhead.

One thing I really need to work on is not getting worked up about stuff that I can't do anything about.

For example, I'm pretty sure my wife supports the use of Chief Illiniwek as the honored symbol for the University of Illinois. If asked about the whole "controversy" I would imagine that her response would be something like "I think it's a stupid waste of time." (Which it is....) Would she get animated about it? Argue with people on the Internet about it? Complain to her friends? Complain to her spouse? Be mad and lose sleep? I doubt it. There's nothing that can be done about it. It's up to the Board of Trustees. Why be mad? Why argue with people? It's a stupid controversy, but the world is full of stupid stuff. Why get worked up about it?

Don't like the Governor? Don't vote for him, then. I can't stand the man, personally, but why argue about it? Why worry about it? Vote in November. Now, he's going to win again no matter how I (or anyone outside the city of Chicago) feel about it, but why be mad? What good does that do? Is the Governor going to change his policies because I'm mad about it? Highly doubtful.

I need to quit being mad. Go back to worrying about stuff that matters, and not stuff that I can't do anything about.

From this day forward, I am done arguing with anyone on the Internet about anything. And even if a discussion of something that I feel strongly about comes up in a social setting, I'm going to do my best to refrain. It's all a lot of hot air.

Yes, it's stupid that the school is going to be forced to retire the Chief because of a very, very small vocal minority of whiny, left-wing, granola-eating, hippie liberals who have miserable lives and think that the best thing to do is make everyone else miserable too.

The only thing "stupider" than that is my getting worked up about it.

"Yeah, the whole thing is stupid." And leave it at that.

Posted: Tuesday, September 05, 2006, 2:59 pm
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Productivity

I had no idea how much more I'd get done on the weekends with the spectre of freelancing out of the way.

I got up at 6:00 this morning and got to the grocery store at 6:05 (they open at 6:00--good timing on my part). I got a couple of roasts to make barbecue with (one beef, one pork) and when I got back home I fired up the monster crock pot, cut each roast in half, and then added them to water and a package of onion soup mix. Then I went out to the farm and got more tomatoes.

(Yeah, if you can believe it, I got more....)

I ended up canning six quarts of spaghetti sauce and five pints of plain tomatoes. We're going to be pretty much set this fall and winter as far as canned tomatoes and tomato-based products go.

Then the redhead and Em went to Tuscola to do some shopping, and I mowed the front yard while they were gone.

And then I installed the new toilet. With apologies to Dooce.... Our daughter, well, let's just say that in contests of her versus the toilet in our main bathroom, well, Em wins. A lot. I mean, I can't believe that such a little girl can, well, let's not travel any further with that train of thought.

So we were pretty sure that part of the problem is that the toilet is older, and that not only is it old, but it is an early attempt at being a low-water-usage toilet (and it may very well conserve water, but it sure as heck doesn't work well). After work yesterday the redhead and I went to Menard's figuring to just get a cheapo toilet that doesn't conserve water and hope that it works better than what we have now. Besides the toilet in question was pink. (Sorry, probably "raspberry" or some such color). Well while we were at Menard's I had a few questions, so I found the plumbing dude (who also used to hang out at Cochrane's all the time when I worked there--I wonder if he still recognizes me because I sure know who he is...). Anyway, I told him our predicament and that I needed a toilet that will "do the job," if you will. He said that all toilets these days use a gallon and a half of water (I think 1.6, actually). He talked about the ones on the one side of the aisle and then the ones on the other side of the aisle. I asked which one was best. "This one was voted last year to have the 'best flush.'" That's what we want, then. And while it wasn't the most expensive toilet there, it wasn't cheap.

At any rate, the new toilet is installed, and when we flushed it the first time I felt confident that it will be able to with the battle with the geerow. We'll see...

So now we're waiting for guests to arrive (Tod and Margaret are driving over, and Molly and Coley Goofus are supposedly coming tonight as well). The redhead is mixing up her batch of homemade barbecue sauce (which totally rocks!) and I'm sitting here at the kitchen table with the laptop and an Amstel Light.

I'm very, very happy that I quit freelancing. (Well, and that the toilet situation is hopefully taken care of....).

What's in store for tomorrow? Well, I might close the pool instead of waiting until Monday. And the title for my red car showed up in the mail the other day so I need to get it all cleaned up and get the For Sale sign in it and get it out to the farm so that we can get rid of the damn thing.

I'll be so happy when I don't have to park in the driveway anymore.

Okay, I think I'm going to go throw a ball around with my boy.

Posted: Saturday, September 02, 2006, 8:35 pm
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Of Course...

So I went and got a glass of water, took a deep breath, picked up the cell phone, and called that woman in Florida.

Oh, she's on vacation all this week and won't be back until Monday.

Oh.

I just love the hell that I create for myself in my bizarre little mind. I guess I'll try again on Monday.

Posted: Friday, September 01, 2006, 11:51 am
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First Spot

I fell asleep early again last night, which meant that I woke up overly early this morning. This time, rather than toss and turn and wake the redhead up, I got up and showered and dressed and headed in to work. I'm leaving early today, hopefully, so we were going to drive separately anyway.

So I got the first spot on the first level of the parking garage. That hasn't happened for a while. (And as I was getting out of my car, a guy in a minivan pulled into the garage and sat there and waited for me to move so he could pull into the next spot--um, dude, there are like 1,000 other spots on this level and you have to park in the one right next to me? University employees are so bizarre sometimes. Off in their own little worlds.... I mean, I understand that I'm happy that I got the first spot, but if I get to work at a normal time, and head up to the third level, and there are two spots left next to each other and the car in front of me pulls into one of them, I just skip the other and go up another level rather than pull in right next to them as they are trying to park and/or exit their car. I think that's just rude. And that's with only one other spot on the level available--this guy could have had any other damn spot in the parking garage....) Anyway.

I almost took a longer route to work. I was driving down Philo slab, in the dark, la dee da, listening to the radio and thinking about the new server I ordered on Monday (Dell PowerEdge 2950, 1 gig RAM, dual 3.0 GHz Xeons, 6 x 250 gig SATA drives) and wondering when it would arrive. And then--hey! I need to turn here! I didn't exactly come to a screeching halt but I was a couple of seconds away from missing my turn and ending up 10 miles out of my way (I turn onto a country road and if I would have missed it there isn't another road for several sections so I would have had several miles to go before hitting first street which would take me up to pretty much the other end of campus from where I needed to be...).

So my brother-in-law moved down to Florida and is in the process of finding a job. Well, he has one job that is like 30 hours the week and is in the afternoon/evening. And now he's interviewing for another job that would start at 5:30 a.m. and finish up at 1:00--in time for him to keep the first job and work both of them. The "new" job is at a methadone clinic. After his first interview they told him not to wear a tie to the second interview because patients will use ties to strangle the employees. Sounds like a nice place.

Well, the woman from the clinic called me late last week and left a message on our answering machine at home. It turns out that Budge listed me as a reference. How am I supposed to give him a reference--he's my brother-in-law. Not giving it much more throught I called back Friday afternoon, before knowing that they are open from 5:30 to 1:30 p.m.--so they are closed by 12:30 p.m. our time. Then the weekend happened, and I meant to call Monday, and then Tuesday, and now it is Friday.

Last night my mother-in-law called and wanted to know what the woman said when I talked to her. Ooops. I haven't yet. So now I have to call her today, because if Budge doesn't get this job for whatever reason it will be my fault because I couldn't even take the time to make one phone call on his behalf and if I would have just called that woman back.... And I'm not at all in the mood to deal with that.

I talked to Budge last weekend and he said "oh yeah, and we're not related." Well, now I find myself in somewhat of a quandary. And the redhead is going to gripe at me, but oh well. I can't help how I feel. The initial plan of attack was for me to tell the woman that I used to date his sister. Which is true. It just so happens that I'm married to her now. But still. This makes me nervous. So I pretend that we aren't related--what happens if that comes to light somehow in a few years? Or if I start out playing the not-related card but by the end of the conversation find myself confronted and either have to outright lie or admit that we are related and now I've been leading her to believe otherwise. And yes, I'm making too big of a deal of all of this, but in case you haven't been reading this silly blog and paying attention for the last however many months, making too big of a deal out of things is kinda what I do. So now are you going to hire someone who lists a relative as a reference, and the relative tries to be all elusive and gets caught in a lie? If I were the employer, I'd probably take a pass at the first sign of ethical sillyness. "Oh, they aren't going to ask you how you know him," I've been told by more than one person. Have you ever given a reference for someone before? Of course they'll want to know how I "know him." That's what a reference is. If I'm just some ding-a-ling walking down the street what difference would it make what I thought of him.

But he's never worked for me. I'm just his brother-in-law. Of course I'm going to say that he's a hard worker, is dependable, good with kids, smart, and pretty good at sports. But what does that have to do with the cost of tea in China?

Sigh. Okay, I need to call this Eileen woman... Wish me luck.

Posted: Friday, September 01, 2006, 11:28 am
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