June 16th, 2011

#2751: What's the 64 stand for now?

64 bit?

A PC-compatible in a C-64 case. This is damn cool.

...it would not make for a good replacement for my current desktop, but it's damn cool nonetheless, and I think I want one--even if it's just the "barebones" version and I stick a cheapo mini-ITX mobo into it with whatever hard drive I can cram into it.

Looks like it'll be good for showing videos and general use as a multimedia machine, anyway.

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...I keep falling down the Mangareader.net time-suck black hole. Today it's Otaku no Musume-san and Fujimura-kun Mates, both which I found approximately at random and which are highly entertaining.

The former is a story about a nine-year-old girl, sent by her mother to live with the father she's never met...and her father turns out to be a hardcore otaku. Pretty funny.

The latter is a story about a delinquent who ends up with three girlfriends he doesn't want (the three prettiest girls in school). He's the only sane person in the cast, and 90% of the story is him yelling at people to stop being so dense. It's pretty damn funny, even so.

I was so absorbed with that one that I read all extant 29 chapters of it at one go. Shit.

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I'm still covered with bug spray. I went over to Sailor V's place to help him with a couple things, one of which being installing ventriloquism software on his WoW machine so he and I can use voice chat when we team up. I knew from the get-go that I'd have to install that software, because it's kind of a pain to get it working.

...while there I took the rear shock off his ATV to see if there was any way to modify it to increase the spring rate, so it won't bottom out so much; there isn't. The shock is put together at some nameless sweat shop in China, and after it's assembled, that is it.

Oh well.

But living, as he does, in the middle of dense woods surrounded by swamp, the mosquito population out masses all the residents of the area and their pets. I mean, there are so many mosquitos out there that if they learned how to turn into colonial lifeforms, there'd be weird buzzing vampiric humanoids roaming the woods, looking for victims. (On the plus side, that would solve their raccoon problem....)

Regular "Off" doesn't even faze the bugs out there. "Deep Woods Off" works better. But when I'm out there I like to use "Repel" because the aerosol contains exactly two chemicals: DEET and propellant.

I'm not afraid of DEET; I know it's harmless. Give me 100% DEET and I'm happy, because then the goddamned skeeters leave me the hell alone, and I'm much more worried about the kinds of diseases mosquitos can carry than I am over the vanishingly small liklihood that applying DEET to my skin a couple times per year might lead to a slightly increased chance of maybe someday in the far future possibly contracting a minor case of skin cancer.


...so I helped him with a problem he was having, and I satisfied my curiosity about the ATV's rear suspension, and got vent on his WoW machine. And here I sit, still smelling of "Off" and needing a shower, and it's already 1:20 AM.


I logged off of WoW well before midnight intending to go to bed early, but falling into the manga quagmire has been the end of many better men than I, so I don't know what I'm complaining about.

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Tomorrow I've got some chores to do, so I'd better get my butt cleaned up and into bed.

#2752: This stuff is really starting to tick me off.

All I got for sleep last night was the crappy kind of sleep a chronic insomniac gets. Not deep, refreshing sleep, but a shallow cat-nap kind of sleep where you wake up periodically about halfway.

When I woke up at 10:30, I thought it was 1. Argh.

Anyway, it's getting annoying to me that I can't seem to fall asleep before the sun comes up unless I take Xanax, which makes me utterly useless the next day. *sigh*

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Obama sez the War Powers Act "doesn't apply to Libya". That's a convenient little theory, ain't it?

I'm sure that theory would have flown just fine had George W. Bush applied it to whatever "kinetic actions" he deemed necessary in the wake of 9/11. Wouldn't it? Only because W. is stupid he just didn't think of that, right?

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I am not alone in thinking that China is not destined to surpass the US economy. The article concludes with more doomsaying about the Euro.

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Are you ready for a Maunder Minimum? Good God, I sure as hell ain't. I'd much rather have global warming than global cooling; at least with global warming we'll all have plenty to eat.

Intesting turn of phrase here: "While the effects of a calmer sun are mostly good - there'd be fewer disruptions of satellites and power systems - it could see a sharp turnaround in global warming." That construction makes me think that the writer of the article thinks that global warming is good and that "a sharp turnaround in global warming" is bad.

Believe me, a warmer planet is better for everyone than a colder planet.

Accept, for the moment, the ludicrous notion that a 3% increase in a smidgeon of atmosphere could change the world climate. Go back to the Maunder Minimum (the "Little Ice Age") and ask those folks what they thought of living in the conditions of pre-industrial Earth when man-made global warming wasn't happening, and show them modern conditions. They'd say, "Shit! Hook us up with some of that!"

Back in reality, though, human CO2 hasn't amounted to a hill of beans and good old Mr. Sun is driving our planet's climate...and Mr. Sun is taking a vacation. Before long we're going to wish that human CO2 emissions could cause global warming, believe me....

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I have things I want to do today, and I can barely see straight, I'm so tired. This is, as I said, annoying. *sigh*

On the plus side, nobody cares.

...of late I've noticed how much I use the phrase "on the plus side". It's kind of irritating how often I resort to it. It's just another way of waying "on the other hand", though, so I guess it's not all that irritating. (It certainly isn't as irritating as "utilize" in place of "use".)

When I say "nobody cares" I'm typically including myself, as both "nobody" and "everybody" are all-inclusive. If you yell, "Everybody shut up!" everybody includes you, so STFU.

The point--that I am randomly veering toward, like a particle exhibiting Brownian motion--is, there is no schedule that I'm following and no one is going to shoot me if I go back to bed: nobody cares. I slept like crud and then had an episode of gut malf upon awakening, so I'm thinking that's what I'll do: just give up and hit the hay.

It doesn't do much for my self-esteem but it's better than feeling like a zombie. Bed it is.

#2753: Got myself a motorcycle carrier!

Yeah, I went to HF and bought this thing for $120 with tax.

Thanks to an on-line coupon for 20% off and the register initially ringing up the on-line price of $140, I got it nice and cheap. Woohoo, go me, etc. (The thing was priced at its regular price of $150 in the store.)

It took me all of 15 minutes to assemble the thing. About five minutes was spent trying to figure out why it didn't look like the picture on the box; this one was assembled backwards so it loads from the left and has the front wheel lock on the right. That's fine; I don't care what side the wheel lock is on so long as the thing reliably carries my dirt bike hither and yon...and it appears that it'll do that just fine.

Or perhaps the picture on the box is backwards. Whatev. (I could probably fix it by taking the whole thing completely apart, but as I said above....)

I'm pretty confident that even if Og and I had built one, we couldn't have done it for $120 unless we scrounged everything from scrap. And it would have been all-steel and weighed a ton, where this thing is mostly aluminum and light as a feather.

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This item is necessary for fun and I've wanted one since sometime last year--perhaps around this time--and it gets me one step closer to being able to take the Suzuki anywhere I want to ride it.

It's also a "cheer up, this is only temporary" present to myself. I had to put the guns back into storage today; Illinois has revoked my FOID card thanks to my stay in the psych ward--so no shooty goodness for me for a while, until I can get a shrink to sign off on me being sane enough to handle weapons. So there are no guns in the house, except for a couple of BB guns, and if I need to defend myself it'll be with kitchen knife and breaker bar.

WTF, those are probably more effective than the Astra would be, anyway.

Worst case: I get them back after five years. *sigh*

The law is pretty specific about posession rather than ownership so I think I'm okay owning them and having another person with a FOID card hanging on to them for me. Since IL doesn't register firearms (thank God for that small blessing) the state has no way of knowing what I have anyway.

It's just that if--say--the Department of Education SWAT team were to bust down my front door because they want me to pay up now, they couldn't then turn me over to the state police for illegal gun possession because I had guns in the house and no FOID card. You see?

It's gravelling and annoying (and an infringement of my rights) but it's the law in the Peoples' Democratic Republic of Illinoistan, so that's how it is. *sigh*

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But that bit in the last post about me going back to bed--I almost fell asleep three times, and each time I was interrupted by something. The first was my alarm clock going off (at 1 PM *rolleyes*); the second was my brother calling, and the third was gut malf...and my brother called again while I was in the john. I talked to him after that, then tried to go back to bed, but he ended up here...and managed to arrange for a friend of the family to store the guns for a while. Fine.

Turns out this guy (who used to be our mechanic as well) is doing gunsmithing out of his garage. This guy bought a chunk of land that used to belong to the railroad that used to run east of town; they had a yard just southeast of town (the Faithorn Yard) and he owns a building that used to be either a locomotive or car (or both) repair shop, because it still had rail in the floor the last time I was there. Anyway he's got a complete machine shop there, and he built a freakin' helicopter, and he does gunsmithing, and-and-and--

...and I've been awake since my brother and the other guy left; I was fooling around here and decided it was time to get the carrier, and so now I still have all my errands and chores to do.

Guess I'll at least go get the shopping done. WTF.