July 12th, 2012

#3478: Congratulations to Sailor V!

Who, 53 weeks to the day after he discovered that his driver's license had expired in February of 2011, nine months to the day after he bought the red Escort from me, has finally gotten himself a valid driver's license again!

I never thought this day would come; after all the excuses and the trials and tribulations and travails it seems unreal.

I'm in awe.

#3479: It's too early for this.

Went to bed last night around 12:30 and didn't sleep as well as I'd hoped, so once this is done I'm hitting the hay for a few more hours before I begin working on that to-do list again.

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Thanks to redistricting this anus is my congresscritter and he's fled to Arizona in order to receive medical treatment for "exhaustion".

Yeah, the kind of "exhaustion" you get after a long bout of the "brown bottle flu", if you know what I mean.

It'd be good if we could be rid of this rectum, but I don't see it happening.

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Nooo, this can't be true! You mean to tell us that Obama and the Democrats lied about how much ObamaCare would cost??

What a fuckin' surprise, that socializing 12% of the national economy (which is approximately $15 trillion) would cost more than a trillion dollars. Shit.

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I have to agree; you'd think the Democrats could hire better PR people than this. Obama's reaction to the June jobs numbers was inept.

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Obama makes with the wealth envy and class warfare, because the Democrat playbook hasn't been updated since 1936.

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So: it's raciss to expect voters to produce a photo ID at the polls, but not raciss to require it from people who are seeing the Criminal General give a speech.

Believe me: if vote fraud worked against Democrats, it'd be raciss if you didn't require a photo ID to vote. "HOW DARE YOU imply that I'm incapable of getting a photo ID because I'm black! YOU RACIST!"

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Windows wants to restart after the latest update. When does Windows not want to restart after the latest update?

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Among other things, I went out to the garage and checked the bike's rear tire.

30 PSI, just as I left it last night.

This means one of two things:

1) Someone is letting the air out of the rear tire when I leave the bike parked in my driveway.

2) The thing has a bizarre leak which only occurs when the tire is under load.

So, the next step is to take the bike off the center stand and park it in the garage on the side stand, and see if that changes anything.

I'm going to do that, feed the cats, and return to bed. Later!

#3480: Three links

This is something that really gripes my wagger about the US.

US policy is to enforce its laws on Americans living abroad, regardless of the situation. This keeps Americans from going, say, to Thailand to have sex with children--but it also forces Americans to pay both local and US taxes on income earned abroad.

So if you live in Japan for a few years, working as an English teacher, not only do you have to pay Japanese taxes, but American taxes as well. The US tax doesn't come into play until you've been abroad for a couple of years, but when it does--whew. It's pretty punitive and--unless I'm mistaken--it includes the back years, the ones where you paid no tax.

Isn't it lovely?

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California is coming apart at the seams. San Bernardino is the third city in CA whose budget has begun coughing up blood. The "experts" seem to think that this isn't going to be repeated across CA in every city that has budgeted according to the blue model.

Somehow, I don't believe them.

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WORM discusses the expansion of government, and how the ever-widening reach of the federal bureaucracy makes things ever more difficult for all of us.

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While trying to find information on the dirt bike last night I encountered one of those pages that pops up an ad you can't dismiss. You know the kind I'm talking about; if you click the close gadget, it pops up a dialogue box asking, "Are you sure you want to navigate away from this page?" Clicking on it is guaranteed to infect your machine with malware (if that hasn't already happened) and there's no way in hell I'll click on anything inside that window anyway, so generally I give 'er the three-finger salute and tell Task Manager to shut down the offending window.

I've gotten to the point now that I don't know what else to do. It seems like my machine is wide-f-ing-open to whatever shitware the asstardnet wants to install on it, and nothing I do seems to secure it against any of this crap. I've got a malware scanner, a virus scanner, a firewall in the router, Windows firewall, and Windows Defender--and yet my machine gets infected with shitware.

It doesn't matter if Java is enabled or not. It doesn't matter if popups are blocked or not. Regardless of anything else, if I inadvertently end up at a site that's been compromised, I have to spend the next week tracking down and eliminating shitware.

I think it'd be helpful if Google had some kind of tracking system that let users identify sites with that install shitware. Just click on something, type in your e-mail address (not published) and it's flagged as hosting malware.

No, there's no way to abuse that. *sigh*

Failing that, some way of telling Google, "Never send me a link to this site again" would be useful. Or if there were a way to filter out all the useless linkspam pages--you know what I'm talking about, the pages which are just aggregated links that match your search term, which look like actual content but aren't. Google serves these up by the bucketload; if there were a way to filter that shit out it would make the search engine more useful. Seriously: why would I use a search engine to find results from another search engine? Or (worse) to find results from Google which are already displayed in the search results tab? These pages have only one reason for existing--get people to look at ads--and they never lead me to any content that I can't find in Google.

Meanwhile it's looking more and more like I've got to pull everything off this system, scrub down the hard drive, and rebuild it. Which I hate.

As if I didn't already have enough to do....

#3481: Today's accomplishment.

1) grocery shopping
2) find out where to take the new cylinder for the dirt bike for boring and honing 0.5mm oversize, then take it there
3) research tires/parts/etc for the road bike. Time to make something happen, damn it.
4) figure out WTMFH I'm gonna do about the Fiero, and do it. Also time to make something happen.
5) Work on building a new taillight bracket for dirt bike.
6) Fix bed (on list because I haven't started yet)
7) Call the potential employer I visited on 6/18 to ask WTH is going on.
8) Write a short essay explaining why I'm fit to own firearms, and forward it to my lawyer.
9) Put the Celeron back together and put it away now that my Carmageddon addiction has been slaked.
10) Continue watching anime LDs.
11) Watch fansubs and get current with them
12) Finish backing up fansubs
13) Take ripped envelope to post office to enquire whether or not they can find my goddamned kick start lever.
Gut malf early this afternoon, which knocked me onto my kiester and which led me to have a really weird dream.

Gut malf just bad enough that I felt like I was going to throw up. Not bad enough to get me to the "either throw up or die, damn it!" phase, but bad enough to sap my will to live and leave me without any energy to do anything other than inhale and exhale.

Anyway, after sleeping a couple of hours, I was able to go do the grocery shopping, and now I'm feeling hungry to boot, so it looks like I'm better.

Just in time for every place I need to go to be closed, of course. Argh etc.

Anyway, the dream:

It was a long and connected whole, but I forgot most of it while waking up. The salient details, though, include me being someplace like the mental hospital. One of my fellow residents of the place was a mexican transvestite, and I have to say he made a very convincing female. There was some kind of talent show or something and he got up on stage to dance or something, and after he was done with that he lamented to me that soon he'd have to give up his girly side and be a man again.

I told him not to. "Keep the clothes! No one can tell you how to live!"

...so the "men with womens' clothes" theme continued: I quite literally dragged myself home along Exchange street, wondering why none of the passing cars was stopping to help me; finally I got up and walked the rest of the way. I found myself living in a boarding house run by the secretary of my church. There was this teenaged black girl who was trying to get me thrown out (and maybe arrested) and she did it by stealing clothes from the other women who lived there and sneaking them into the communal bathroom while I was taking a shower.

Fortunately I was able to convince the people in charge that I hadn't put them there. In fact, I took the whole thing to them to prove my innocence. Sadly I woke up before the evil girl could get her comeuppance, but that's okay, I guess.

I don't even want to think about what that says about my personality....