Friday, May 26, 2006

Protect your network.

Another quickie...

For some reason my DSL is acting screwy. How am I able to post this, you ask? I may be borrowing the bandwidth from one of my neighbors that may have an open access point. That means that they have a wireless network that is sitting wide open for anyone to see. Like possibly me. ;)

In theory, it took me about 30 seconds to access this...

That could be their cable modem setup page. With some more playing around I'm sure that I could get into their router setup. That is VERY BAD. I could theoretically lock them out of their own router. OR open up a port and set up a server to serve what ever I want to.

Read your manual. Learn how to set up at least WEP encryption. It's basic, easy to crack, but it will keep the casual freeloader off of your network.

First Day

Tommorow is gonna suuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkkkk. Why? It's 12:30 and I'm not tired at all. Tomorrow is my first day at my "new" job. Last night I finally fell to sleep at 5:30am. I'm a night owl. It's the way I work. The longer that I'm on vacation, the later I wake up and the later I get up.

I've heard many different stories how working 2nd or 3rd shift is soo hard on people. I think that's a load of crap. Some people just work on a different schedule. Even when I know that I have to be up for work at 6am, I still don't go to sleep 'til between midnight and 1am. I just can't go to sleep any earlier. I've tried.

My roommate's co-worker L (the one that I think has the world's sweetest ass) goes to sleep at 9pm everynight. I thought that was pretty weird. I would expect to hear that out of my grandparents, not a 25 year old.

I used to work at a TV station 2nd shift. I was never happier or healthier. I got home around 11:30pm, watched Conan, played on my computer, then fell asleep around 2am. Woke up around 11am fully refreshed. Went on a bike ride for an hour with plenty of time left to shower, eat breakfast/lunch, and head into work. It was great!

I wish that more companies had more flexible hours. Just because everybody else wakes up at 6-7-8am and feels fine does mean that I do. Fuckers. ;)

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Idiot Symphony

That's what you get when you give half-a-dozen morons gas powered tools.

For the last hour I've been listening to...

one idiot revving the living piss out of a 2-stroke roto-tiller
another idiot with a gas powered weed wacker
ANOTHER idiot with a gas powered leaf blower
AND three morons with gas powered hedge clippers

It's my fucking vacation. I went to sleep 4 hours ago. I don't want to think about waking up 'til noon.


Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Death and Destruction

My head has felt weird all day. I've been blah for no reason. I didn't realize why until now...

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The weather has been bizarre lately. It was low-mid 60's all week. All of a sudden it jumped to almost 80 and really friggin humid. Now the fun stuff above.

Oh yeah, and it's supposed to drop back down to the upper 40's tonight.

Allergies blow.

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Death's Head

This template has brought back the DOS memories...

One of my absolute favorite games was Scorched Earth. You can even download it right here. How f'n cool is that?

BTW, don't even try to use the mouse. Use the arrow keys to change your power and change your angle.

BTW#2, you don't have to install this game at all! Just download it, unzip it, and double click on the scorch.exe file.

It's cheesy, the graphics suck, but it's damn fun.

To have some fun change the starting cash to $1,000,000 and buy tons of weapons. Also change the resolution to 640x480.

Image Hosting Be Gone!

OK for some stupid reason Blogger and can't play nice. I'm now using PutFile and it seems to work like a champ. Check out the freaky Cupie Doll--->

Awesome. :D

Sunday, May 21, 2006

More Templatery.

The gray had to go. Just a little bit of color to start. Ever since the days of DOS, I have always like green on black. It is really easy to read. I also like it when you combine blue and green. There is almost a 3D effect.

Is it just me of does it look like the blue title is sunk back whereas the green text is out front?

I like it!

Friggin' torture

I've gotta get this off my back too...

Friends don't let friends hear them fucking.

OK, so my roommate tells me yesterday that his friend LZ is coming up from Chitown to visit for the weekend. That's fine. She does it all the time. (She mostly comes up to "visit" her EX for some fuck buddy action.) I thought no big deal. We'll have a decent time, go to the bars, and LZ and her EX will go back to his place to take care of business. Whatever. Not this time...

LZ got up here late. My roommate and I met her at a restaurant planning on going to the bar right after. BUT LZ calls her EX and tells him to meet us. He takes for fucking ever!!! By this time there's less than 2 hours 'til bar close. We decide to go to her EX's place to have a few beers for a light evening and just go out on the town for some real drinking tomorrow. We go over there, play some cards, drink some skunky beer, and then throw in the Family Guy movie. By this time LZ and her EX decide to call it a night and "go to sleep". No biggie. I finish my beer and my roommate and I decide to leave. BUT...this is where the shit hits the fan...

My roommate can't find his car keys. We rip the friggin apartment apart. We were both getting pissed. We are both big guys and only had a few beers a piece over a three hour time period. Barely a buzz. We think that either LZ or her EX has hidden his keys to prevent us from leaving. My roommate busts open the bedroom door and asks LX and the EX where his keys are. They both deny everything. FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!! Not we are stuck in his piece of crap apartment.

If you want to piss me off, force me to do something that I don't want to. I am fuming mad lying on LZ's EX's piece-of crap couch. (My roomate slept on the floor.) I think of hot wiring my roommate's car...nah...he has a car alarm that I wouldn't be able to defeat. I think of's a good 20 miles home. I think about calling a cab...nope...light on cash and the only phone is locked in my roomate's car. I even thought about calling my Mom and having her pick us up. How sad is that!?! A 29 year old guy having his Mom pick him up. I just couldn't do it. I eventually fall to sleep.

I wake up in the middle of the night. To what? You guessed it, the sound of fucking. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! I don't want to hear them going at it!!! Here I am, contorted, lying on a piece of shit couch, alone, trying to get a little sleep. And they are having a grand-ol-time Fornicating Under Concent of the King in the next room. A side note...

I am an overweight geek with very low self esteem. I suck at small talk. I don't drive a flashy car. I haven't gotten a girl's phone number in almost a year. A bad wood shop teacher could count the number of "real" dates that I've been on in my lifetime on one hand. Sooo... If I'm not getting any, I sure as hell don't want to hear anyone else that I know getting some!!!

I plug my ears and end up falling back asleep. About two hours later I wake up to the blinding sun in my face. I notice that my roommate is awake too. He then tells me that he thinks he may have dropped his keys outside. WHAT!!! You've gotta be kidding me! He then says that he was out smoking with LZ earlier that night they decided to play catch and throw around a football that he had in his car. We both proceed to go out and look for his keys.

I found them 10 steps outside the apartments building in the less than 30 seconds.

I almost wanted to punch my roommate but all I really wanted to do was get home to my own comfy bed.

What a craptastic evening.

Truth in advertising.

I've gotta call BS on Apple's new ads. They portray the PC as being nerds and Macs as being cool guys that can do anything. Bullshit!!! If these ads were true, the PC would be represented by a guy that was a cross between McGyver and a Navy Seal, whereas the Mac would be represented by a retarded Oompa-Loompa.

PCs have been and always will be faster and more power full than Macs. Why? A Mac is like a glorified console gaming system. There is only one motherboard and one box. You may have a couple choices of video card, amount of ram, and hard drive size, but THAT'S IT!!! PC's are like snowflakes, they are all different.

I can count on one hand the number of games that run on a Mac. I wouldn't want to try to count the number of PC games available. 10,000? 20,000? 300,000? How far back are we talking here?

Now to the retarded Oompa-Loompa statement... You can get a Mac in any color that you want, as long as it's white and clear. You can also be sure that any Mac that you buy will be AT LEAST two or three steps slower than a top-of-line PC. And Mac is kind enough to tack on a big price tag to the slow jizz colored computers that they sell. Nice, huh?

I'll admit it. My PC doesn't like to boot sometimes. It has a very good reason. It is over six years old. I have swapped dozens of cards in and out of my computer. Multiple hard drives. And have installed dozens of applications. Does it crash? Rarely. Show me a Mac that you can do half of what I've listed, and still works flawlessly. I won't hold my breath.

Thursday, May 18, 2006


Welcome to the newer wider Instant Death.

I've always hated all of the dead space off to the sides. Now there's less. ;)

Tell me if it's screwed up on your display. ;D

Now I need to figure out how to change my background from black to the vomit-inducing one from Seizure Robots. That would be friggin' sweet.

I wish I knew how to fix the image hosting crap too. Stupid red X's.

Couch Spud.


The last two days have consisted of sleeping, rocking, drinking, and watching TV. An update...

The lovely place that I used to work at has a policy. As soon as you submit your two-week notice, you are promptly escorted out the door. Nice, huh? This seems very petty to me. You really trust people soo little that you just kick them out? That's just plain sad. So now I have a nice vacation.

Since being kicked out I've seen Taproot, got drunk, slept, watched TV, went to a B-Day Party, got drunk, slept, watched more TV, and now I'm typing this. Oh yeah, and I cleaned a little. ;)

I really need to do some more productive things. My bike has needed to be repaired for months and my apartment is a friggin' disaster area. I'll get right on that after I watch Conan and sleep. LOL!

I've also gotta apologize for not commenting lately. I changed my email addy but I forget to update it in blogger. Ooops. It's all fixified now.

BTW, I also just saw the Lost hottie doing pushups on Leno. Damn she is fine. Long brown hair, blue eyes, cute smile, hot body, and she works on her own car. I want.

Monday, May 15, 2006

It hits the fan.

Well I didn't drop the bomb today but I think I'm gonna have to tomorrow. I did manage to get a good chunk of my personal stuff out. I pretty much filled up my whole car. It was kinda funny. While everyone was trying to get out the door to our craptastic job-o-the-day, I was constantly loading stuff into my car. I think my "manager" may have noticed. This is a good thing. It's good to torture him.

If someone doesn't notice that all of my personal stuff is gone, they are retarded. I had shit EVERYWHERE. I still have two 150lb video projectors left, two 19" CRT monitors, two antennas, an antenna rotor, and an antenna mast. All of them are large items. I'm not getting those out without someone noticing. ;)

My problem now is that the owner of the company is missing. I want to tell him that I'm leaving, but I feel kinda bad telling him via e-mail. Kinda like breaking up with someone over the phone. Not cool.

He's supposed to be back tomorrow. If he doesn't show, I'm just gonna have to e-mail him with the bad news at the end of the day.

Sunday, May 14, 2006

There's no I in team, but there is in QUIT.

I accepted a new job on Thursday afternoon. They offered me more money and the new place is doing MUCH better than the current place that I'm working at.

My decision was actually pretty easy after hearing (from the owner of the company) that I should be a CAN DO person, not a CAN'T DON'T. (What ever the fuck that means.) This was after hearing that I wasn't part of the XYZ family a month earlier. My manager is putting words in my mouth when talking DIRECTLY to the owner of the company. I won't tolerate that. I also heard from a co-worker that our credit cards had been turned down. (Our moron accountant hasn't collected any credit card receipts from me in three months, now I know why.) We also haven't had any significant sales in the install department in the last 8 months. AND our rental department has been painfully slow the last few months. (It should be their busy season.)

I don't know how it is in other states, but in WI your employer can terminate you anytime that they wish, and you can quit without notice. I'm thinking about telling my current employer tomorrow that my last day will be the 25th. Not quite two weeks notice, but still a decent gesture. I'd like to take care of some loose ends before telling them. I have a TON of personal stuff at work. If I tell them that I'm leaving and then they turn around a tell me to get the F out, I won't have a chance to get everything out. That would kinda suck. I know that BM could help me out, but I have ALOT of stuff there. I don't want to get into any kind of dispute as to what stuff is actually mine. ....argh....

I've also been thinking about how I'm going to word my response to the "But why?" question. I want to just tell the sales guys and my manager that it's because they are fucking assholes. But I also want to just tear into them. OR I could just stay quiet and say "just because."

The sales guys are pricks that listen to no one. They sell garbage equipment and expect BM and I to polish their turd of a sale. They also never admit when they are wrong. They just like to make up some BS and blame it on BM and I. The list goes on and on.

As for my manager, he's a pathological liar. To add to that wonderful attribute, I've worked with teenagers that have a better work ethic. It's amazing how lazy that someone becomes when they have had everything handed to them on a silver platter. The guy sits in the office and DOES NOTHING when BM and I are out in the field. He doesn't check to see if our supplies are low. He doesn't call the customers the day before to see if the site is ready. He doesn't check to see if the equipment is in. He doesn't check to see if we have a fucking contact name, phone number, or even a fucking address!!!! How lazy and inconsiderate can you be?!? And he's MY manager?!?

My friend from GA, don't worry about BM. Hopefully, if things work out, he will be coming with me. If not, I'm sure that the hellhole will at least give him a huge raise and listen to him after I've jumped ship. I doubt that they are going to see this one coming.

This next couple of weeks will be interesting.

Monday, May 08, 2006

Not dead.

It seems like over the past two months, I've been injured, sick, injured, and sick. And my allergies have kicked in. Not fun.

There is a bit of a light at the end of the tunnel. I've received a possible job offer. I'm going in tomorrow afternoon for an interview. It is going to be weird because I would be working with people that I already had in the past.

Sidebar: The company that I started working for in the fall of '99 got bought out by a huge bullshit company in '01. The huge bullshit company bought out all of our competitors and merged them into one company. They then did tons of shady crap and went out of business. I was let go along with many of my friends. Only a skeleton crew was kept on hand. Another company swooped in and bought what was left. Anywho...

Now the company that bought the old company that I worked for wants me back. I know everybody that works there with the exception of two people. I have known them for almost 7 years now. It will be weird going back. (That's if I do actually get offered a job at a decent wage, and I choose to go back. ;))

Hopefully I will be able to retain my seniority and get a healthy raise. And get this... It is barely 4 miles one way. I could hop in my car and walk in the front door at work barely 10 minutes later. That would be nice.