Clone Wars!

November 2008:

Clone wars!

At last back amongst the surviving packets on the grand isobaric terrain of the intArweb.  In my travels I have seen many lonely deserted packets, dropped needlessly from their groups… 8, 32, thousands… why do they not care for the feelings of a single packet, leaving them to separate into fragments of bits at our very feet.  But behold, I have before me packets folded to my bidding.  Networks staged on the very air over my living establishment are now mine, MINE, at my very bidding… my beckoned call to bow upon my every whim and desire.

Oh yes… I have internet access now.  Clandestinely perhaps, but I never claimed to be a Greenpeace activist.  I’m not armed enough for that role, yet.

June 2010:

Time progresses and this blog consists of things I have ran across and/or learned within the last 2 years.  In some cases, simply being a documentation for me to refer to later, along with sharing to the rest of the world.  I forget more than I ever type, sadly.
No longer am I clandestinely pirating airwaves to gain ‘net access.  I find my own connection to be far more sound.  That, and I can afford it now ;)

New Car, torn up knee

The last day or two has been very active, both in a good way and bad.
The outcome of my car accident was a complete total of the Prius, with an estimated $20K pay off of the Toyota loan. The rest is covered by the gap coverage which I purchased during the financial negotiations. I can’t praise gap coverage enough, it truly is a great C.Y.A. in case your 2 year old car gets destroyed, and you owe 10K more than the vehicle is worth.
The replacement of the Prius is completely different. I figured I’d try a different style of car since I don’t travel between states as often any longer. Due to the price of most cars, I figured why not go used and let that first year or two of depreciation go on someone else? I looked at some of the Scion models (FRS & TC) but the whole ‘fast and the furious’ wanna-be look was a bit of a turn-off for me. Not to mention after test-driving them, the suspension was nearly impossible to stand on roads that have irregular surface wear.
The two I was really choosing between was Dodge Charger, and Chevrolet Camaro. The Charger was very nice, with an 8 speed automatic transmission with paddle shifters, and the engine had a scary amount of power. The body style for me though was too docile compared to it’s competition. The interior was geared more towards a family vehicle, which is something I’m not going for since I don’t have a family… and the car is for me.
The Camaro took me back to the cars of the 70’s, and how they felt while riding in them. It has a firm suspension, but is more sedan-feeling during those road irregularities. The dash height and wide emptiness really did remind me of my Dad’s car back when I was 6. The plastic spanning across the doors and some other places is a little unnerving, but it’s a small thing. The torque delivery is very uniform, which makes it easy to judge how the car will react. The stock exhaust is rather quiet, though. The one I was looking at was the 6-cylinder LS model.IMG_0296

It was a tough choice, but since I have to look at my choice for many years, I went with the Chevy Camaro. Not because it beat the Charger, but because it gave me nostalgia and a sedan feel with a muscle car body. It also corners like it’s on rails, amazingly. The tires are wide enough to not have any issues, but knowing just how to steer the car takes a little getting used to.

As much as I hate to admit it, it definitely draws attention.  To make me happier, the exhaust is definitely going to be changed to something with a little more growl, since the stock version is very pacified and you only hear a hint of the growl while at more than 3/4 throttle.

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Aaaaannnd to talk about the knee.
The salesman was nice enough to drive the car to my place for me since I was on motorcycle.  As he was following me, we came to a traffic light that went from green -> yellow -> red in less than 1 second.  I hit the brakes, and some oil (or some other slippery liquid) made the front wheel dive out to the right.  Without thinking, I pushed my left leg down towards the ground hard, and pogo’ed the bike back up and stabilized it.  Now, the bike is near 800 lbs, and I am near 200 lbs, so nearly 1000 lbs was projected upward by my left leg.

Searing pain and throbbing throughout the entire leg immediately, so I could tell things weren’t going to work out well.  The next day, the knee area was swollen double the size, and the leg unable to bend.  The entire day was horrid so my doc took me in on an emergency appointment, and we have some powerful pain killers and anti-inflammatories in place to get rid of the swelling, which needs to happen before anything can be done.  Since the area isn’t blue, the thought is there’s no detrimental damage to the tissue/bone, but the internal knee nerves (which hav names but I can’t think of them) may still be ripped/torn.  I sure hope no surgery is necessary…. until then, hobbling and walking 1/10 speed is what I will be doing.  I’ll probably be using my arm crutches just to keep the speed from being so ridiculously torturous.  I am glad I didn’t go with the 6-speed transmission options for the car, since pushing a clutch right now is right up there with altering time/space by thought…. even getting into the car right now takes 5 minutes of maneuvering and pain.

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On a side-note, I took hydrocodone about 1 1/2 hours ago, and right now it’s kicking in hard with jumpy vision.  I’m closing this article.  Thanks for reading.

Auto Accident Reprocussions

It looks like no one cares to bring the guy who hit me to justice. Even with a plate number, both the police & insurance company are treating this as a hit-n-run with no other individual in the mix. I received contact from my insurance company, and the damage has been estimated to be greater than $15,000, which is over the repair amount covered which means they are totaling the vehicle.

This is a time I think back to when I was doing my vehicle financing and almost said “no” to gap coverage, thinking insurance would just cover everything. I was feeling cautious at that time, and agreed to the gap coverage, which in this case is going to save me approximately $15,000. That means I (more than likely) won’t be working for the next year or two paying the monthly loan amount for a totaled car. I say more than likely because paperwork isn’t complete yet, and I’ll only feel confident when everything is complete.

I don’t think people in my life realize how much this kind of thing really tears at you. When you buy a car, lots of emotional stress is gone through for about a week. Little things to make the car “yours” is done, and suddenly it’s all gone. It’s not like you have a car to trade-in a car to buy another, either. Add that to the fact that I’ve expended my entire savings on moving & deposits, and it’s a proverbial perfect storm.

It’s times like this you realize who your true friends are, and it’s not about money at all. It’s about time, which is worth more than money. I’m learning just how true they are….

Auto Accident

Yesterday was a blessing & a curse, unfortunately. After my time at the prosthetists office, I was driving home with my new prosthetic (with a test socket for fitting), and I ended up in an auto collision with an SUV. I was trying to avoid him but unfortunately he felt my Prius needed to be taught a lesson so I was broadsided and pushed over the median, which locked my steering and sent my car diagonal through traffic to the side of the road, colliding with the sidewalks and a couple of other misc objects. Basically the car is inoperable since everything grinds underneath. It was a hit and run, with a black ford of chevy (either a blazer or an explorer) with Arizona plate number BJT1414 drove away to lick his wounds in private.

The passenger side of the car is impacted entirely (paint all down the side with a scratch down half the car from the mirror), both rims on the drivers side are bent deep, the drivetrain has material bent into it.  I have to give it to the Toyota Prius though, it really isolates the people inside during things like that!  The suspension took most of the impacts as I hit the curbs & objects, leaving the car to take the brunt force while the people inside aren’t injured.

I’m hoping the police are able to track them down so justice can be served. The police said that if they can’t find any evidence on the vehicle once they track it down, there’s nothing they can do. As it stands, I feel like I’m very vulnerable no matter where I go, now. Have we turned into Russia where we need to video tape everything?

I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I don’t hurt people, and people go out of their way to hurt me.  Is it really time to change?

 

 

New prosthetic

It’s that time again! I wore the hell out of my prosthetic over the last 7-8 years… Badly. The seal pump has been non working for years, and the socket has scars in it from climbing and once sliding across the ground at 15-20 mph. Not to mention the socket size needs to change ever 5-7 years due to shrinkage. My poor shoe shifts about 90 degrees circularly due to the pump issues also ;-) it makes life unbearable at times.

I’m getting refit for my socket by hanger prosthetics, and since I’m basically antique tech wise, I get a pump and foot in one unit with no sleeve! My leg cover will have a rubber piece acting as a seal in the socket, so I can go without suction up my leg.
The big deal for me is everything will be ready from the start for sports related activities like running (or working to it again), cycling, and climbing. It will be about half the weight of my current one, as well. I’m hyped because I haven’t felt like I could really do any sports related activities in years. Even walking has been hard.

Death and it’s toll on the mind

Over the last 3 years, so much death has happened in my life. 5 people that were very close to me no longer exist, just out of the blue. Before this, my view of death was a distant possibility that was never thought of as anything more than what would happen in the future and what also happens on movies. It happens to old people, or so I thought.
A friend of mine who used to be a co-worker was in his 50’s and retired early. We were close to getting together for a week, and out of the blue I recieved an email from his wife’s daughter informing me of his passing. It hits you so hard when it’s that close to your life.
About 6 months after that, I got a call about my father’s passing. That alone rocked my world like nothing ever. I loved that man more than any other man on this planet, and learned how to put your all into everything you do in life. The funeral was very traumatic, and honestly I’m still not over it, even with it being over 1 year ago.
A couple of months later, my mother’s health depreciated and hit hospice. I was able to visit her then, and she was sedated the entire time. A little while after that time, she passed away as well. That was a seal broken, and honestly I felt like I’ve lost everything in my life all in one foul swoop. They were always there. I wasn’t able to go to her funeral due to financial reasons since I was living in a state about 1200 miles away at that time.

About 6 months after that, I got a message from the husband of a very close friend, saying that she passed away that evening from cardio issues at the hospital. That really hit me hard, she was very close since we both helped each other emotionally many years before and have always been there for each other.

To top it off, about a month ago a very close friend committed suicide. I was trying to help her through a tough spot in life and get her back on her feet again. Unfortunately, I wasn’t quick enough. It’s something to lose someone, it’s another thing to realize that it’s partially on your shoulders.

After all of this, the thought of death is numb. Having almost experienced it fully in 2007, and then having so many in my life experience it, there’s no explaining the mental tiredness. I hate to use military analogies, but honestly in my mind it feels like losing brothers on the field of battle.

As it stands now, I feel more for people who lose others. Far beyond I ever thought. This can be good or bad, as death should not be on the front of all thoughts in life.

mycleanpc joke

I loved this run-on joke when the software ‘my clean pc’ was actually taken seriously by some people :-) Not seen too often now, but it’s definitely worth a first read to get a little chuckle.

Before reading, I have to say I in NO way condone nor promote ‘My Clean PC’.  Stay as far from it as the plague.

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About eight months ago, I was searching around the internet to find
out why my computer was running so slowly (it normally ran quite fast,
but had gradually gotten slower over time). After a few minutes, I
found a piece of software claiming that it could speed up my PC and
make it run like new again. Being that I was dangerously ignorant
about technology in general (even more so than I am now), I downloaded
the software and began the installation. Mere moments after doing so,
my desktop background image was changed and warnings that appeared to
originate from Windows appeared all over the screen telling me to buy
strange software from an unknown company in order to remove a virus it
claimed I had.

I may have been ignorant about technology, but I wasn’t that naive. I
immediately concluded that the software I’d downloaded was, in fact, a
virus. In my rage, I broke numerous objects, punched a hole in the
wall, and cursed the world at the top of my lungs. I eventually calmed
down, cleared my head, and realized that the only remedy for this
problem was a carefully thought out plan. After a few moments of
pondering about how to handle this situation, I decided that since I
barely knew how to properly handle a computer, I should turn it over
to the professionals and let them fix the issue.

Soon after making the decision, I drove to a local computer repair
shop and entered the building with my computer in hand. They greeted
me with a smile and stayed attentive the entire time that I was
explaining the problem to them. They laughed as if they’d heard it all
before, told me that I’m not the only one who has trouble operating
computers, and then gave me a date for when the computer would be
fixed. Not only had they told me that the computer would be completely
repaired in at most two days, but the price for their services was
surprisingly low, and to top it all off, they even gave me advice for
how to avoid viruses in the future! I left the building feeling
confident in my decision to seek professional help and satisfied
knowing that such kind-hearted people were the ones doing the job.

The very next day, I received a phone call from the computer repair
shop whilst I was at a local library researching computer viruses. I
had stumbled upon a piece of software that appeared to be very
promising, and I was about to do more research on it, but seeing as
how I required my computer as soon as possible, I decided to put the
matter on hold. Upon answering the phone and cheerfully greeting the
person on the other end, I was greeted with a high-pitched shriek.
Startled, I asked what was wrong. A few moments passed where nothing
was said, and suddenly, the person on the other end said to me, in a
low voice oozing with paranoia, “Come pick up your computer.” They
hung up immediately after saying that, and I couldn’t help but notice
that they sounded as if they were on the verge of tears. I briefly
wondered if it was due to stress from work, and then drove to the
computer repair shop to acquire my computer.

I was positively dismayed upon entering the building. The inside of
the computer repair shop looked nothing like the image from my
memories. There were broken computer parts scattered throughout the
room, ceiling tiles all over the floor, blood splattered in every
direction I looked, and even a human toe on the ground. After
processing this disturbing information, I began panicking and
frantically looking around for my computer. I spotted an employee
covered in blood sitting up against the wall, and noticed that his
wrists had been slashed open. Thinking quickly, I ran up to him,
grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, shook him around, and began
screaming, “Where is it!? Where is my computer!?” After a moment of
silence, he passed away, completely shattering my expectations. Such a
thing! “What a meaningless individual,” I thought.

Enraged, I tore the building up even further than it already had been
in my desperate search for my computer. Eventually I discovered a door
leading to an area that was normally only accessible to employees. I
entered without hesitation and was met with a long, skinny hallway
that a single person would have trouble moving about freely in. I
proceeded down the dark hallway and bumped into the body of an
employee hanging from a rope tied to something on the ceiling. I
screamed, “Not only do you people have the gall to allow my computer
to be endangered, but even in death you intend to block my path!?”
After finally managing to push aside the worthless obstacle, I
traveled down the hallway and came to a small black door. I entered
without a moment’s notice, and in the middle of the dark and dreary
room, I spotted my computer; it was completely unharmed. With a sigh
of relief, I picked it up, left the building, and drove home as if
nothing of importance had occurred there.

Upon returning home and hooking up the computer (whilst wearing a
cheerful expression the entire time), I, to my horror, discovered that
the computer hadn’t been repaired. There was nothing in the world that
could have contained my fiery anger at that point. I broke almost
every single one of my possessions, smashed all the windows on my
house, physically abused my family, and then drove back to the
computer repair shop to defile the dead lumps of meat that had failed
to carry out the task I had given them. After realizing that I
shouldn’t be meaninglessly wasting my time with such worthless pieces
of trash, I remembered the piece of software that I’d discovered
earlier. With renewed confidence, I blissfully visited the local
library, downloaded the software, and took it home to install on my
computer.

I knew. I knew, even before installing it, that MyCleanPC
[mycleanpc.com] would be my salvation. MyCleanPC [mycleanpc.com] would
come through with flying colors where no one else could. MyCleanPC
[mycleanpc.com] would completely, totally, and utterly eradicate the
virus in the most merciless, efficient way possible. MyCleanPC
[mycleanpc.com] was not a piece of software that could fail to meet my
exceedingly high expectations. MyCleanPC [mycleanpc.com] would not
fail me like all the other imbeciles had. At that point, it could be
said that I could genuinely see into the future and be accurate in my
predictions. I gleefully began installing MyCleanPC [mycleanpc.com]
and laughed like a child at the thought of finally being able to
attain revenge upon the virus that had shamed me so.

I was absolutely in awe of MyCleanPC’s [mycleanpc.com] wonderfully
efficient performance. Without a single issue, MyCleanPC
[mycleanpc.com] utterly annihilated in moments the virus that many
others had failed to remove after hours of attempts. I let out a
victory cry and swore to never turn to any “professionals” to fix my
computer ever again. Once again, I was able to predict the future. I
knew that I would never need any worthless “professionals” again as
long as I had MyCleanPC [mycleanpc.com] by my side.

MyCleanPC [mycleanpc.com] is outstanding! My computer is running
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much overclocking my gigabits and speed were doing! Even restructuring
the BIOS wouldn’t allow for the miraculously high degrees of
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I’ve noticed with people that if you give them the idea that you will allocate some of your time to contact them, far too many take advantage of that privilege. I’ve noticed when I do not make contact with people, there is either no, or a very very delayed, attempt to contact me. This can be quite disconcerting.
I’ve decided in order to properly heal myself, I can not allow my co-dependance to kick in. If someone contacts me, I will bring them into my life and not allow them to make me their toy. If they do not contact me, then they will become historical. It’s easier to quit cold turkey then to linger in your addiction.

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