One of Its Feet are Both the Same

I'm going to tackle an issue or two that will get me in heaps of trouble.

No one is better than any one else. They may be better at football, better at basketball, better runners, better thinkers, but they are not better people. People are people. When a person looks down at someone else for any reason they should be taken for a long walk off a short pier. If they look down at someone because of where they were born, or, for all that's stupid in the world, the color of their skin, they should just be shot.

Having said all of that, no matter how much you hate the President or think everyone is out to get you, would you please, please, please do a little research before believing the first thing you read? I know it's easy and you are busy, but please take a little chill pill and look before you leap.

Back before Facebook, when people would just send emails to all their friends in an attempt to thwart the end of the world, these things would drive me crazy. I got the story about how the American Government was removing "In God We Trust" from our money more times than I can count. Now, I'm of the opinion they should remove the text from our money, but that's just me. In real news, any American money that does not have the words, "In God We Trust" would ironically be worth a lot more money than its Godly counterpart.

Now, we've got Facebook where the ignorance and gullibility apparently run unchecked and rampant. I read through some of the stories and I think to myself, "I know these people. Do they believe this or are they just spreading it around to see which of their friends believe it?"

Do they "share" the stories and then secretly laugh at all the gullible people? Or are they part of the gullible ignorance that spread the story in the first place? Some are harmless. Some are full of spite and craziness and could cause a lot of harm if they were remotely comprehensible.

In the last week (and I don't look at Facebook often), I've seen at least three that have caught my attention. I'll share them with you now:

1. The first was a video showing "NSA Can Hack Your TV and Watch You". This was the lesser of the three evils. It's a video showing how anyone can hack your Webcam. The title is just misleading and not only can NSA do it, but any geek with spare time can do it if you don't set your home network up correctly. Obviously, most TV's don't have webcams although I suppose it might be getting more popular. I see no reason to put a camera on top of my TV.
2. The second was a link called "The Shocking Ingredients in Beer". It doesn't even seem to be a halfway legitimate source (if anything called Foodbabe can be considered legitimate). It's just full of misinformation that only takes a couple of minutes to see. The comments are my favorite. Of course, people swearing off Coors Light doesn't really bother me. I did learn one thing though. I didn't realize Miller and Coors had merged. That proved to be true. The rest of it? Not so much. I think the Food Babe is trying to get her boyfriend to quit drinking.
3. And my favorite story was from The European Union Times. A most bizarre reading experience. I didn't even make it all the way through. And the amount of hatred in the comments. Wow! Even the title made me go, "really?". It's, "Switzerland Warning Against Obama Regime Stuns Russia". Really? And people share this on Facebook? First, do some research on The European Union Times. It's an outfit that randomly generates crap to get Internet search hits and thus traffic and thus money for advertisements. The more inflammatory the better. Here's a good link to Rational Wiki (which I thoroughly enjoyed). I had two Facebook friends post this story. It kind of made me nervous. Not because of the article, but because people actually believe this crap.

In other misinformation, Durango the magnificent wrote that he created a new blog today. It's called Durango World. I don't know why he didn't just call it Durango's World for a blatant copyright violation! But, in trying to find the blog in question, I come to a site about Dodges.

Asus Routing

In case you didn't know, I'm one of those nerdy people who does nothing by the book when it comes to technology. I roll my own way. An example is the fact that I don't pay for cable. I have over the air antennas hooked up to a computer in my living room. I've blogged about that before.

A few years back I took an old beat up 10+ year old HP computer and installed a SATA RAID controller and two 1.5 terabyte hard drives to setup a Windows Home Server. This was pretty cool because Windows Home Server kind of "automagically" backs up your network for you. I proceeded to RIP all my old CD's onto my Home Server and setup my TV Computer to double as a juke box (streaming music from my server). Life was good.

Just this last week, one of those trusty 1.5 terabyte hard drives failed leaving my Home Server quite unhappy. I should mention that the failed drive was a Seagate. Seagate if officially on my shit list. I've put together dozens of computers in my lifetime and have had exactly 2 hard drive crashes. Both of them were Seagates. This is my third Seagate to crash and this drive was the "free replacement" for my previous Seagate to crash.

I bought a new router a while back. It's an ASUS RT-N66U. It has two USB plugs in the back. I didn't really know it when I bought the router (I bought it for the 5 GHz WiFi), but you can plug external hard drives into this router and set it up to act as a file server.

When my Home Server crashed, I ordered a 1.5 terabyte Western Digital Passport (external drive) to plug into the back of the router and take over "music server" duties. Basically, my router paired with the external drive was going to take over the job of my old HP computer (minus some of the nifty bonuses like automatically backing up stuff).

I plugged the Passport into the router today and it recognized it, but failed to "mount it". It would tell me the Passport was there, but it wouldn't let me see any of the folders. This was bad.

Initially, I thought maybe it was a power problem. Unlike most external hard drives, the Passport gets all of its power from the USB. Maybe the Asus simply does not supply enough power?

After a bit of research and some monkeying around, I am here to tell you that the Western Digital has some kind of security thing setup on its external drives and the Asus Router is not happy with this configuration. One guy said you can download a "Western Digital Security App" to disable this roadblock. I don't like downloading apps even though it sounds like this is something you can probably get directly from Western Digital.

I plugged the USB drive into my laptop, opened my trusty Cygwin command shell and did an ls -a on the drive. Sure enough, there was a suspicious looking folder called, "$RECYCLE.BIN".

I did rm -rf $RECYCLE.BIN and was greeted with a "Permission Denied" error. So I did a chmod -R a+rwx $RECYCLE.BIN and then the rm -rf $RECYCLE.BIN was successful.

I took the Passport back to my Asus Router and now everything works as it should and I'm happier than a kid in the candy store!

In case you're coming here for the link to Durango's bloggings, he hasn't done anything worth while today :). And now, neither have I!

Since Yesterday

Don't get too excited about my new blogging style. I'm already getting bored with it. I have some very serious matters to bring to your attention before I am done though.

I'm not going to do it today.

Yesterday, after my doctor's appointment, I spent about an hour trying to order something online. I didn't know what it was called.

You know that clasp that are on some hats? The one where you push it in and make the draw strings shorter or longer, then let it go and it keeps it there? I've also seen them on backpacks to cinch stuff closed and I've seen them on lanyards to make them smaller.

I searched the Internet for "clasps", for "spring loaded clasps", for "spring loaded friction clasps", all the way to "the little things you use to alter the chin straps on aussie caps". I was a search engine fool, but I couldn't figure out what they were called and I needed one.

Well, I am here to tell you that those little effers are called "cord locks" and I ordered 10 of them for $5.95.

My most favorite Durango blogs are when he blogs about me. But, today is going to be a twofer. I can't very well leave you with a link to another blog that's mostly a quote of something that I wrote yesterday. A few days ago Durango blogged about some Trinity River Tubing Boondoggle Craziness.

What really got my attention was the koozie. Today I've been scouring the Internet for a beer shirt that says, "Let me hold your cans". Or maybe, "Can I hold your cans while you pour my beer?". It was inspired by the koozie. But, alas, I've been unsuccessful in my endeavors. I guess I should have attended the boondoggle. At least I would've gotten a free "Let me hold your cans" koozie.

Practice Makes Perfect

Blogging helps my communication skills. Since sometime last year, I quit blogging as much. I think I got burnt out after the crazy Presidential election or something. Today, I had an epiphany that this blogging stuff (even if no one reads it), helps with my writing skills and I am in dire need of help with my writing skills.

Mostly it helps because the Grammar Police Chief (Durango), is usually kind enough to point out all my mistakes. And, to be honest, Durango is a mighty fine writer. He writes more than I read every day.

In summary, I will use this blog space as writing practice. I'll pretend no one is reading it which is more than likely true anyway and spew forth all kinds of opinionated drivel coinciding with what I've done for the week or for the day.

At the end of each post I'll link you to my favorite current post by Durango so you can read something written by a professional writer and hopefully ease the pain. Don't skip to the end though. That wouldn't be fair.

My big event this week has been my trip to the doctor for my yearly exam. When I turned 40 I started getting prostate exams once a year. I didn't like that. When I turned 41 and a half someone decided that yearly prostate exams aren't necessary until you are 50. If I could find the person that made this decision I'd send him or her a thank you card.

My doctor told me to quit drinking (beer). I told her I drink to alleviate stress. She said, "Yeah, but drinking can make your blood sugar go out of whack." She may have used more educated verbiage. I said, "I guess I should quit eating too then." She didn't think it was funny and started blaming my second ex-wife for my drinking.

She asked if I was still single and I told her I'm getting married again in two weeks. She asked, "So, three strikes and you're out kind of thing?" I said, "No, third time's a charm kind of thing."

She said, "Why are you anxious?" On my little questionnaire I put down that I suffer from anxiety. I told her, "I've had anxiety problems all my life. It's another reason I drink." She said, "Well, you need to quit drinking, but I did notice you handled your second divorce better than your first divorce." I told her, "Practice makes perfect".

I think it was Durango who accused me of using too many cliche's. Instead of trying to fix the problem I just have accepted it and made it my own.

I think it was last week sometime, the bottom edge of the shower got in the way of my toe so I kicked the hell out of it. It made my left middle toe turn purple for a few days, but it's almost completely healed now. There is just a little discoloration under the nail. Anyway, she commented, "For someone who has had diabetes for 30+ years you have really good circulation." I said, "Thanks! It's because I drink beer."

Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit! Here's Durango discussing the language of Southern Belles. The video is worth watching as well. I like the one who is demanding some sugar. She makes me happy.

Cat Ass Trophy

When I was younger I liked cats. Probably because my parents took care of them. And I didn't realize they were helping to worsen my itchy eyes, asthma and other such ailments until later. Of course, with two sisters and a brother, I'm sure the thought of living a life without pet dander was a hopeless dream at best.

I remember seeing a pretty black cat while helping Dad clean up at the drive-in cinema. He said I could have it if it would get in the car. He probably knew I wouldn't touch it. I was neurotic enough (even back then) to know that they'd make my eyes and hands itch. I remember calling out pathetically in my high pitched prepubescent voice, "Heeeeere kitty kitty" with the door open and the magic of "Blackie" jumping in the car with us. I somehow probably ignored the mutterings from the driver's seat. I still don't know what happened to Blackie in the long run although I do remember her multiplying. In fact, I don't know what happened to most of our pets. They just seemed to "vanish" from the house and from my memories, but those are stories for another series of blogs. In fact, the whole inspiration of this blog has taken a most notable Alice-like tangent.

I find most people don't like the tangents. With my dwindling number of readers I'm probably the only one who has made it this far and that's probably for the best. I've never enjoyed offending people and making enemies.

In my 20's some of my greatest relationship woes revolved around pets. In college my fiance ran over the only pet I had feelings for after high school. He was a toy Pomeranian named Snickers (not a cat).

In my first marriage years I still have flashbacks to someone yelling at me, "Just because you didn't want the cat doesn't mean you can just sit there and watch it piss on my clothes!" I've always been quite stubborn and that effing cat used to follow me around the apartment hissing and pissing in equal measures of spite.

It is for reasons stated above that for the last 15 plus years I have had no animals except an occasional fish experiment (which went badly). I just don't do pets.

If you've been reading my ramblings regularly, you may know that I'm getting married next month. Last month, my beautiful fiance acquired two little shit machine effing felines from her ironically puppy-dog teary eyed daughter who had to give them up due to new living arrangements.

I'm all about being sympathetic to her plight, but if you only knew the amount of time I spend researching how to get rid of unwanted cats. It's starting to become a drain. I spend at least one hour per day trying to come up with a plan to innocently get rid of the cats (maybe I should ask my dad).

My whole existence has changed. I work late so I have to see them as little as possible. I have to keep bedroom doors closed so they don't spread their cat dander to my sleeping quarters. One of the hellions has this sore on the back of its neck that won't heal. It's all bloody and disgusting. While I'm at work I imagine it sitting in my recliner and scratching big bloody tuft chunks into my seat.  Therefore, when I come home, I must take time to disinfect my chair before I can sit down and play my normal dose of computer games. The other day I came home and it was shamelessly sitting in my chair, hind leg going at it in a valiant effort to make my brown chair red.

The other hellion reminds me of my old cat "Blackie" a bit. I'm thinking my dad said she ran out the front door and never came back. I need to call Dad and leave the doors open.

Random Ramblings

Random Ramblings used to be the title of my blog. In an attempt to make my writings a little more germane, I changed the name to Gar's World in a failed attempt to garner more readers.

I think what happened is I subconsciously write towards the name of my blog. The name, "Gar's World" is much less conducive to unique and insightful prose.

However, in an effort to overcome this shortcoming of mine and because I'm as lazy as they come, I'm not changing the name of the blog again. So there.

I'm just going to throw a lot of random thoughts into the wind now and see where they blow. Some are heavier than others and it will be an interesting experiment to see which ones end up being caught up in the conversational breeze.

But, do I start with the heavy stuff first or the waifish fluff?

Late last week I kind of jokingly decided that I was a lesbian trapped in a man's body. Then someone asked me if I was planning to have any of my parts chopped off and, to be honest, I'm rather fond of my parts. It occurred to me that I'm not really trapped. And, empathetically, I don't want to seem uncaring to people who really do feel trapped. So, I've changed my decision. I am a lesbian nestled comfortably in the body of a slightly feminine looking geeky boy. I bet you wish I would post pictures.

Speaking of lesbians and stuff, I noticed today that Google is celebrating "10 years of shared success" in Adsense. This success is only shared if you don't mention something the Google Morality Nazis don't like. They stripped me of my shared success and never sent me any money. Don't be fooled by the Google Bible Thumpers. I recommend sharing your success with someone else.

I've been rather amused with the Texas Democratic Senator Wendy Davis and her 13 hour filibuster in Austin. You've got the extreme left and the extreme right and they are both stupidly funny. I don't know my right from my left so that's as far as I can go with that example. One side is talking about what a hero she is for standing up for 11+ hours without going to the potty or sitting down or leaning on anything to prevent Texas from passing yet another law dictating what women are allowed to do with their bodies. The other side is talking about what a murdering bitch she is for killing all those unborn babies. You really don't want the government being involved in this kind of personal decision. Calling the woman a hero is crazy. Calling the woman a killer is also crazy. I like what she did because she prevented the Texas government from passing yet another stupid law. Which, by the way, is how I got banned from Google's Adsense program. I should be the hero.

I'm getting married in August. I sent out Facebook invitations. I think it might have been too informal because I've had very few RSVP's. I've purchased a zoot suit for the event. I'm not going to send out pictures in a vain attempt to get other people to RSVP and come see "the man". The man and his zoot suit.

In case you've missed it, I'm a big fan of music. I'm not a big fan of government. Someone told me the other day I should spend 15 minutes per day learning something new. I think this is very good advice. When I write my blog I sometimes write something and then think to myself, "I wrote that as fact, but I don't really know". Then, I look it up and in so doing I normally learn something. Normally something like, "I should quit doubting myself. I'm always right."

I inadvertently tangitized. Back to the Music (in a minute). Ed is going to be the best man at my wedding again. He's the only thing consistent in all my misadventures of matrimony. I've got a strong feeling that this will be the last time I force him to fly down and hold my geeky boy lesbian hand. He posted this video link on Facebook today. I really thoroughly enjoyed it. It's mostly about music. I hope you enjoy it too:




I had so much more planned when I started this post and somehow I forgot it all midway through. I should start taking notes. Or carrying around one of those obnoxious little pocket recorders.

No Blogging DisMay

At some point in the not-too-distant past, I may have erroneously and most inadvertently mentioned something about blogging once a month.

If I did, I mentioned it before the month of May.

Late March I put my house up for sale. Early May, I got an acceptable offer. They wanted me out by June 11th.

May 23rd to 27th, I had a cruise planned.

June 8th & 9th, I had graduation festivities to attend.

There was no time for blogging. Absolutely no time. And I'm sure you don't want me to just spit some meaningless drivel out to cover up the space.

Wait, that last sentence does, in fact, describe my normal blogging! Well, I felt I didn't even have time for drivel.

I've got nothing.

I'm living in an apartment complex for the first time in 12 years. I may have a bit of seller's remorse. I'm hoping once all the boxes are unpacked, it'll go away. I'm looking forward to the no maintenance, stress free, apartment living. I don't think I'll be able to tolerate it for the entire year I signed up for, but we'll see.

I need a segue here, but I can't come up with one. Maybe, "speaking of neurotic..." I could just use that one all the time. In fact, could you, the reader, just use it as necessary? Like before the paragraph which starts off, "I'm living...". Thanks.

On the cruise I was on in May, I was informed that I was one cruise short of being a "Platinum Cruiser". A history lesson is in order:

When I first started cruising, Carnival had a frequent cruiser award system setup based on the number of cruises you've taken. Once you are at 10 or more cruises you become a Platinum member. I'm currently a Gold member. I don't remember how I obtained Gold status, but I did.

If you look here, you can see the benefits of each level. Platinum gets a lot more benefits than Gold.

Well, a year or two ago, they changed things. Instead of number of cruises, they changed it to the number of days cruising. You have to have 75 days sailing to become Platinum and I've only got a little over 50. Suddenly my dreams of becoming a Platinum member seemed like a distant dream.

In May, Carnival informed me that I'd be grandfathered into the old system if I could complete 10 cruises by the end of 2013. I looked at my current cruise history and realized I was currently on my 9th cruise! Only one more before the end of the year to become Platinum!

Now, of course, I'm already looking for cruise deals for my next cruise. I must take another one this year before December 31. On the downside, my gal pal probably won't be able to make it. So, I'm taking applications for someone who'd like to join me.

After watching part of a documentary about Abraham Lincoln, I've recently (well, in the past two months) decided I'm going to be a late bloomer.

I've also apparently decided segues are a waste of time.

Did you hear about the hoarse hearse horse?

Too much coffin.