Thanks Thomas The Tech

March 26, 2011

I’ve been working the last two or three weeks on rebuilding my website so I haven’t had much time to watch TV. A few nights ago I decided to take a break and catch up on some of the shows that I’ve recorded on my DVR. I’ve have one of Verizon’s new 500 GB DVR’s. I clicked on the DVR button and it said I had no recorded shows.

I’ll give you a moment to think about the shows you’d loose and how you’d feel if you found yourself in my shoes…

4 weeks of “Top Shot”, “Justified”, “Archer”, and “N.C.I.S.”, just to name a few, all gone!

I was pissed. I sighed and called Verizon resigned to the fact that I was going to be on hold for a long time. In my opinion, Verizon has the worst automated phone system I’ve ever been trapped in. Understand, I’ve got no problem with Verizon’s customer service “people”. I just think waiting 35 minutes to talk to a human being is unacceptable.

So 35 minutes and 3 transfers later got me to Derrick who, after trouble shooting to no avail, scheduled a Friday afternoon Service call.

Thomas, the Tech, showed up Friday afternoon. He checked the box, changed some wires, switched a splitter, inserted a dohicky, and hit record and like magic, it worked! He refused to accept my tip (I pressed him hard to accept it), gave me his card and told me to call him if I had any more issues with the box.

30 minutes later the DVR stopped recording and turned itself off. It ignored my command to power on. *sigh*

I called Thomas and he said he’d stop by Saturday morning and swap out the defective box for a new one. He did. The new box works fine so far.

Thanks Thomas. You’re the man.

Rack n Roll

March 22, 2011

I snapped this while Mr tire replaced my rear tires.

Junk Out Your Trunk

March 21, 2011

No one but spammers like spam. So I’m happy that Rustock, a company responsible for almost half of the world wide spam, has been temporarily stopped. I say temporarilly because another group of dicks will probably step up to fill the void. The Wall Street Journal reported Friday that Microsoft, with the aid of the U.S. Marshals, went in with “a federal court order granting them permission to seize computers.”

I hate spam, truly, I get tons of them every day. But there’s something a little scary about this story. CNET News reported that seven hosting facilities across the country were raided and command-and-control machines were seized. It’s one thing to hear that a federal or state organization made a raid but Microsoft!?!

Spammers are bad, greedy, deceitful, selfish, dicks. I hope they go to jail for a very, very long time…if Microsoft’s DCU ever finds them.


Big Moon, Mon!

March 20, 2011

The moon was supposed to be 22% bigger last night. It looked pretty big as it came up, but I was on the bike on the toll road and couldn’t safely pull off. By the time I got to my destination the Moon had gone from a giant yellow orb to, well… the Moon. Don’t get me wrong, I love the Moon. It’s the coolest thing in the night sky. It’s just that it looked like it always looks. If it was bigger, I couldn’t tell. Still, it was cool to look at.

Life Goes Here.

March 19, 2011

Life goes here. Literally, I put it up here daily, in color and black and white. But, it’s been a few days since I have blogged and I feel guilty. Guilty because I have enjoyed writing, and I think a couple of you have enjoyed reading what I write. So, I’m sorry. I want to explain why, but it’s difficult. I think my strength lies in my photos doing most of the talking. And recently, I just haven’t found anything interesting to photograph. Actually, I did see something Thursday. It was a  busted light under a motel six sign. Yeah I know! “We’ll leave the light on.” I grabbed my portable camera…the battery was dead. I tried with my iphone, but I couldn’t get the light to show clear. So I’ve got nothing. Friday I went out and everything seemed grey. I don’t know if I’m depressed (I am) or if I’m loosing my ability to see colors(doubtful), but as nice as the weather was, it was a damn grey day. So I got nothing. I’m gonna take my good camera and walk around the neighborhood today. Who knows, maybe I’ll find some inspiration.

Set it and Forget it!

March 12, 2011

Why can’t we set the clocks and freaking leave them. I think the best time of year is when it is still light out, when it’s supposed to be light out. It’s unnatural for it to be dark at 4pm. It’s also unsafe. Wouldn’t you rather travel home from work in the daylight. Modern Daylight Savings Time (DST) was first proposed in 1895 and one of it’s early goals was to reduce the use of electricity.

The history of time in the United States includes DST during both world wars, but no standardization of peacetime DST until 1966. In 1984, Fortune magazine estimated that a seven-week extension of DST would yield an additional $30 million for 7-Eleven stores, and the National Golf Foundation estimated the extension would increase golf industry revenues $200 million to $300 million. Clorox (parent of Kingsford Charcoal) and 7-Eleven provided the primary funding for the Daylight Saving Time Coalition behind the 1987 extension to U.S. DST. In 2005, the Sporting Goods Manufacturers Association and the National Association of Convenience Stores successfully lobbied for the 2007 extension to U.S. DST.

Sounds good to me. Let keep extending it. Let’s not “Fall Back” at all next fall. It’s gonna be dark for your morning commute anyway, do you really want to drive home in the dark too? Think about it.

The Lie

March 10, 2011

I realized last night as I was walking into CVS that I’m a liar. It’s not what you think though. I’m an honest man, but there’s one section of society that forces me to lie.


Allegedly homeless, jobless people who stand at the corner of intersections and outside of 711 and CVS asking me if I can spare some change.  In my county there is someone on just about every major corner. They walk back and forth, with a sign and a cup, sometimes a cane, or a limp, or crutches, or even a wheelchair, taking advantage of people’s good will and guilt at the left turn lanes.

I used to give. The first few months after I first saw someone on a corner with a “work for food” sign maybe a decade ago. Then the phenomenon exploded. It seemed like I kept seeing the same people on the same corners everyday. Every time I went somewhere, someone wanted my money. Every night when I’d drive home from work, there they were. I just couldn’t give anymore.

I want to help my fellow man. I want positive Karma in my Karma bank, but there’s just no way to distinguish those who could really use my help from those who make a living taking money from strangers.

So here’s the lie. I always tell them I have don’t have any cash, only credit. I know I’m telling a lie, and I tell it anyway. So you’re thinking “no big deal”, right? But it is to me. I hate having to feel like I have to lie.  I suppose I could be honest and say something like “I don’t want to give you my change because I think you actually live in a better neighborhood than me and that limp you’ve got is fabricated. ” I don’t think that would go over very well, so I lie.

I sometimes think that if there is a god, and if he wanted to test people, sitting in a wheelchair outside of CVS at 9pm asking for change might be a good way to do it. I hope he understands my predicament.

Here are some of the regulars in a 2 mile radius in Wheaton. It took me less than 15min to find and photograph them.


I was on my way to my best friends house to help him load some motorcycles for Bike Week and I kept hearing a noise from the back of the car. It kinda sounded like I’d run over a cardboard box. Then I thought maybe it was the muffler dragging. I pulled over and was surprised to see I had a flat tire. I have a 12 volt pump, so I put some air in the tire and went on the last few blocks to my friends house. I used his real jack and took off the flat and put on the ridiculously tiny, training wheel sized dumb dumb spare. I can hardly believe that little tire is safe. But my good fortune doesn’t end there. Not only do I get to buy a tire (the flat had a leak in the side wall), but sometime, in the last few hours, I ripped my pants wide open. So I’m out a pair of jeans too.

I shouldn’t complain. Things could always be worse. At least it wasn’t raining, and I was wearing underwear.


March 8, 2011

Life’s Little Instruction Book # 322 says:

“Don’t say you don’t have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein.”

I’m sure you could come up with a few others.

Fondue Boo

March 7, 2011

I was a guest, so I felt I needed to keep my opinion to myself. That is, until my host posted, on Facebook, his thoughts about our recent visit to the Melting Pot. Usually we patronize the Gaithersburg Melting pot. This time we went to the Columbia restaurant and the service was terrible. At a place like the Melting Pot, service is more than half the experience. I mean it’s fondue people. You cook your own food. Our waiter messed up on some very basic stuff. He spent a lot of time telling us how special he thought he was, then he barely came by the table. He did bring us our courses, but he was absent the rest of the time. I want someone to at least check on my drink. I was constantly looking for the waiter because my drink was empty. He dropped off desert and didn’t come back until it was time to pick up the check that his manager had given us. The couple of times he did bring the pots or the food to the table, he spent a long time telling us about himself. I don’t mean to be mean, but I don’t care. I don’t go to a restaurant to meet new people. Make sure you are present so if the birthday boy needs another Root beer, or someone needs another fork, or if any number of things that can happen at a table of seven happen, you can attend to it. It’s waiting 101. He was terrible. The table behind us was seated as we started desert. Their waiter visited them more during our desert than ours did during our entire meal. Very disappointing experience from a usually above par establishment.

The food was excellent, but what the hell, I cooked it.