You have been warned...

Saturday, June 26, 2004

*shifty look*

Yes. This is an experiment. To see if I can get my hands on a GMail account.

Wednesday, January 07, 2004

My blog has a new house.

Wanted: Sanity and a Larger Monitor

Everything's moved over, comments included. Which took a jolly long time, by the way. But it's all worth it. I am very happy.

w00t!

Tuesday, January 06, 2004

I so rock. Here's to being rid of Blogger and Enetation very soon now.

*runs off to export Blogger junk*

Saturday, January 03, 2004

I did something strange yesterday.

I bought a bunch of clothes.

See, whenever I'm home for break, my mom takes all us older girls out shopping. And by shopping I mean 'spending hours browsing through consignment shops and the giant Goodwill store in Waterloo'. This break was only different in that we had my roommate along with us. And so, I ended up with a lot of new clothes, most of which are somewhat dressy things I could wear to interviews and such. As opposed to the jeans and a shirt I normally wear. So now I have a whole week's worth of clothes I never dreamed I would ever wear, say, two years ago. It's quite shocking.

Oh, well. I suppose I'll use them someday. Although I have this nasty feeling that Heather'll try to get me into them more often than I care to think about.

I'm scared. I think I'm growing up and getting all responsible.

Thursday, January 01, 2004

Oh, yeah. Happy New Year, you all. Don't kill yourselves, or do anything stupid like hanging yourselves by your toes from the top rafter of a barn, while waiting for spaceships to land.

See, they already landed at my house.

Tuesday, December 30, 2003

I am a total geek. There is no hope.

Today, I slept in about an hour longer than usual. This is because I stayed up until 1:45 downloading a SSH telnet client the night before. Of course, then I had to try it out, so I spent another 15 minutes perusing log files on this web server I have access to.

This morning, I rolled out of bed, took a shower, got online, and looked around aforementioned server some more. It's been having troubles lately, so I wanted to find out what was wrong. I fixed a couple of minor things, couldn't get another problem to show up, and read all my daily webcomics.

Later on, I made a joke which involved electrical tape. On an online forum, of course.

It's probably a good thing I'm going to pick Heather up at the airport tomorrow.

Monday, December 29, 2003

Having seen Walker Texas Ranger for the first time ever tonight, I'm now going to give you my reactions:

A. If I could kick like that, I'd be in LA doing some corny kung fu show for the WB.

B. Everyone wears a cowboy hat in Texas. Especially people who drive 18-wheelers and rustle cattle.

C. Cattle rustlers still change brands when stealing cattle.

D. The good guy always drives a huge silver pickup. Obvious throwback to when the good guy always rode a horse named 'Silver'.

E. The guy with the black cowboy hat is the bad guy. I picked this out at the beginning of the episode.

F. Thus, I am obviously psychic. You will all bow in fear and trembling.

Sunday, December 28, 2003

Hm... My folks are off for a three-day vacation...

Hmmm....

Anyway, I'm going to take this time to write a long and probably depressing blog post. I'm not too depressed right now, but I'm sure that will change in the next few minutes. Just warning you ahead of time.

It hasn't been easy coming home this Christmas break. I knew my dad wasn't doing well, but it never really sinks in until I see it for myself. He's only a up a few hours in the day, if at all. It's not that he's doing especially badly, it's just that he doesn't have the energy to be up around. He feels better when he's laying down, and so he does. It's partly the fact that he was not doing well for so long earlier this fall. Between the defibrillator replacement, the stomach infection, and the new medication, he just hasn't been able to bounce back at all. It must be incredibly frustrating.

It starting to get to me, that's for sure. Some of the little kids think this is normal life. And for all I know, maybe it is now. Maybe he'll never get better. To be truthful, unless some major change occurs, I don't think he will. And that's pretty tough to take. Ever since my dad first had heart trouble, about 9 years ago, we've all always had this idea in our heads that he would get all better. After all, if the pacemaker keeps his heart going, and the defibrillator keeps it from going to fast, and the medication fixes whatever else is wrong, he'll get all better, right?

No, not really.

For 5 years, things weren't too bad at all. He got most of his strength back after spending 6 weeks in the hospital, he was working, he was even working on the house. Then they replaced that first defibrillator, he got shocked several times when the new one went off (fortunately!), and he got a nasty intestinal bug that put him back in the hospital for a week. He bounced back from that, mostly, but it wasn't a year before his defibrillator went off again. It's definitely been going off more often the past couple of years, which means his heart is getting worse. Things have pretty much been all downhill, at least from my point of view.

Maybe I can see it better than the others, since I've been away so much. Maybe they can all see it, too, but just won't say anything. I think my dad knows it, or at least fears it. I'm sure my mom knows it, but she doesn't want to believe it. Sharon might see it. She will in another year, anyway. The rest of the kids don't.

He won't die, not for a long time yet. But he won't get any better. Not without a miracle, anyway.

Bleah. So much for Christmas.

See, I told you it would get depressing. And now I've actually said it in print. Nobody in my family reads this. Not yet, anyway. I suppose it's just as well.

I need to go cause trouble somewhere. Something to distract me.

Thursday, December 25, 2003

Merry Christmas everybody!

The kiddos are busy watching Scrooge in the next room, so I have a little peace and quiet for a few minutes. And, since I seem to have an addiction which can only be satisfied by a few hours in front of a computer monitor, that is a good thing.

*wanders off to play AoE2*

Wednesday, December 24, 2003

Oh. Yes. I went to see Return of the King.

*grins happily*

I enjoyed very much, of course. Shelob was creepy; I don't like spiders at the best of times, and neither does anyone else in my family. I could hear my sister sucking in her breath several times while Sam was fighting the spider.

I went to see the movie with my two oldest younger siblings in the little theater only 25 minutes from here. It's a nice little place; it's been refurbished recently, and it only has one or two movie showings an evening. Obviously, most movies don't get there on opening day, but they tend to get some of the better ones fairly quickly. Plus, the tickets are only $5.

While Sharon was getting creeped out by the spider and gasping at Denothor falling to a flaming death, Jason was enjoying the battle scenes immensely. I knew he would. I did, after all. There's nothing quite like seeing hundreds of horsemen coming over a hill, headed straight for you. All in all, it was a great way to spend 3-1/2 hours. Maybe we can go see it again when Heather gets here...

Well, the servers are running happily, we got our new(ish) van today, and I got to spend two lovely hours driving to Waterloo and back in the Corolla. It's been a good day, and tomorrow's Christmas, with lots of food, and much general relaxation. I'm going to make sure and enjoy it.

Tuesday, December 23, 2003

Only 45 more minutes, and then we're off. First to Walmart, then to get a bite to eat, and then...

*shivers in gleeful expectation*

Sunday, December 21, 2003

Where to start?

Ah, yes. The wisdom teeth. To begin with, I'll never look at a hammer and chisel the same way again. And I didn't even get any nitrous oxide. I was very disappointed. Instead, they gave me sedatives until I was nearly asleep, but still awake enough to follow directions like "Open your mouth." Then the dentist proceeds to start giving me local anesthetic. I think I had about 6-8 shots in the end, but it's all a little blurry.

Enter hammer and chisel. I swear, that's what they used. Apparently my teeth had to be pried loose from a very comfortable spot. It's very weird to hear the pounding all through your head, and yet feel no pain. Having successfully removed the teeth, they put a couple of stitches where each one was, packed my mouth full of gauze, and sent me home with lots of ibuprofen.

Several days later, the most annoying thing is the stitches which won't be taken out until tomorrow.

I was most productive yesterday, however. My dad happened to come down while I was lying on the couch, thinking about taking a nap, and pointed out that it would probably be a good day to switch the harddrives in the server, since most of the kids were gone practicing their Christmas play. Me being logical, if nothing else, I realized he might have a point, and started tearing stuff down. Lessons learned:

1-- One of the four new SCSI drives doesn't like to spin up. For unexplainable reasons.
2 -- It always takes me about 3 hours to get LILO to boot on the new SCSI boot drive. The reasons for this are numerous.
3 -- One of these reasons is the simple fact that I have never figured out how to get the SCSI controller to boot from the cdrom.
4 -- Another reason is that 50% of the random linux boot floppies I pulled out didn't have SCSI drivers.
5 -- A further 25% weren't working at all.
6 -- The floppy drive wasn't working for awhile, until I figured out that the 2-inch adapter from the power cable to the floppy drive was shorting something out. Don't ask me how, it's just a simple extension of four wires.

Having finally got the new 45-Gig drive to boot, I proceeded to copy all the reams of virtually useless data over. It only took 3 hours longer than it was supposed to.

And then, of course, I sat down and watched The Fellowship of the Ring. Two Towers is slated for tonight, and I'll see Return of the King sometime on Tuesday. Finally.

Thursday, December 18, 2003

I got my wisdom teeth pulled/dug out today. More details when my jaw stops feeling like it has four huge holes carved in it.

On the bright side, the local WB channel is showing 2 episodes of MASH a night. Thus, I still have an excuse to stay up until 12:30am.

Other than that, it's still Iowa, so not much is happening.

*goes off to check local showings of RotK for when jaw stops throbbing*

Tuesday, December 16, 2003

Last night I learned something horrible had happened while I was gone.

The local FOX channels replaced the nightly showing of Voyager episodes I used to poke fun at with infomercials for electronic fishing lures.

My world is falling down around my ears.

Monday, December 15, 2003

I'm home. As evidenced by the fact that 50% of the population around here actually wants me to play computer games, so they can watch. Meanwhile, the other 50% wants me to fix their computers so they can play too.

However, it took rather a while to get here. Sunday morning, I had to be up at the bright and happy time of 3:15am. Except that it was neither bright nor happy, being instead dark and annoying. I had to get up at such an ungodly hour because my friend's flight left at 6am from DFW. Since I was catching a ride with her to the airport, and was in fact sleeping at her house, it was rather necessary that I get up.

So, I get to the airport, get all checked in by 5:30 or so, walk all the way up and down the A terminal just for the fun of it, and get something that McDonald's likes to call a Breakfast Burrito. I sit down to read my book for a few hours, and it slowly seeps into my brain that all the television screens in the entire place are saying the same thing. Of course, this is to be expected, since they always all say the same thing, but this time they were saying that somebody named Saddam Hussein had been caught. Eventually I woke up enough to realize that this was vaguely important, and wandered off to get some horribly over-priced cappuccino.

Being by this time nearly immune to caffeine, that didn't help much. I continued wandering around the terminal, noticed that the Intel booth which kept advertising free tryouts of their wireless technology wasn't open, and read for awhile more. Then I went off to the Dell booth which had just opened, and verified that they had cut off all access to non-Dell websites. Most dreadfully annoying of them. Then I sacked out in an out-of-the-way area of gate C10 and slept for a little while.

My flight finally started boarding at around 10:30, and I managed to look like I was sleeping for the hour and half flight home. At which point my mom picks me up from the airport, we stop to get me some food from McDonald's, and we go home. The first thing that greets me when I step into the door is Kendra saying "Jason likes Macs now."

*sigh*

I just can't win. But at least I don't have classes for four weeks.