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 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.


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

I knew. I knew, even before installing it, that MyCleanPC
[] would be my salvation. MyCleanPC [] would
come through with flying colors where no one else could. MyCleanPC
[] would completely, totally, and utterly eradicate the
virus in the most merciless, efficient way possible. MyCleanPC
[] was not a piece of software that could fail to meet my
exceedingly high expectations. MyCleanPC [] 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 []
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 [] wonderfully
efficient performance. Without a single issue, MyCleanPC
[] 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 [] by my side.

MyCleanPC [] is outstanding! My computer is running
faster than ever! MyCleanPC [] came through with flying
colors where no one else could! MyCleanPC [] totally
cleaned up my system, and increased my speed! I couldn’t believe how
much overclocking my gigabits and speed were doing! Even restructuring
the BIOS wouldn’t allow for the miraculously high degrees of
efficiency that MyCleanPC [] allowed me to attain.

I highly and wholeheartedly recommend that you use MyCleanPC
[] if you’re having any computer troubles whatsoever. In
fact, even if you’re not having any visible problems, I still
recommend that you use MyCleanPC. [] There could be
dormant or hidden viruses on your system, or problems that MyCleanPC
[] could easily and efficiently resolve. Just by using
MyCleanPC, [] your gigabits will be running at maximum
efficiency, and at last, you’ll be overclocking with the rest of us!
What are you waiting for!? Get MyCleanPC [] today!

MyCleanPC: For a Cleaner, Safer PC. []

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.

Self repair

easy yogurt

I normally have made yogurt in a quite meticulous way, but this time I decided to go the K.I.S.S. approach.
I pulled out a frozen yogurt sample from my freezer to thaw in the fridge the day before, and the day after I did that I took a quart mason jar and filled it with milk. I poured that into a small pot and heated it up to 165 degrees F.
I then took 2 tablespoons of yogurt sample and mixed it in a small bowl with a little milk to make is soluble.
I then put a candy thermometer in and wait until the temp drops to 115, then toss in 2 tablespoons of the yogurt solution and put it into the milk then stir it a bit.

I turned my oven on at it’s lowest temp for a little to warm it up a bit then after 2 or so mins turned it off and opened the door to vent the hot air for a couple of seconds. I slapped a mason jar lid on and tossed it in.

In the morning (i started at 10:00PM) I pulled it out of the oven at about 7:00AM and threw it into the fridge.

You’d figure the oven wouldn’t hold it’s temp for that long but surprisingly everything went fine. Great tasting yogurt, and no worries.

I’m not new to yogurt making, I’ve just never been lax about it. It looks like yogurt is pretty resilient.

The Loss of Someone Close is incalculable

Today I lost someone I’ve known for 4 years due to suicide. It hurts extremely, because there’s an entire array of voices in your head always questioning everything you’ve done. It’s so sudden, so absolute. One moment they’re in your life, then suddenly they don’t exist. It almost feels like a part of your life has been erased, also.
The human emotional roller coaster is unpredictable, and I’m hoping to find the surface of the water before it drowns me.

Creating an application stack for a script

I’m sure there are others like myself who just want to run a script from the Applications folder. Nothing special, just a Unix script that runs a ‘wine’ command, or just about anything really. Unfortunately it’s not terribly pretty to simply rename it to xyz.command. I ran across a script that creates a stub body of OSX application stack for the script. It’s called applify. Basically all you have to do is:

applify scriptname “name you want to give it”

It will create a directory called name you want to give and you can drag-n-drop it wherever and run it from there with a click. I use it for wine applications right now, and probably unix scripts in the future.

I found the script at:

I pasted the following into a script in /usr/local/bin which is in my path, and it’s ready to go:


if [ “$1″ = “-h” -o “$1″ = “–help” -o -z “$1″ ]; then cat <<EOF
appify v3.0.1 for Mac OS X –
Creates the simplest possible Mac app from a shell script.

Appify takes a shell script as its first argument:

`basename “$0″`

Note that you cannot rename appified apps. If you want to give your app
a custom name, use the second argument:

`basename “$0″` “My App”

Copyright (c) Thomas Aylott
Modified by Mathias Bynens
exit; fi

APPNAME=${2:-$(basename “$1″ “.sh”)}

if [ -a “$” ]; then
echo “$PWD/$ already exists :(”
exit 1

mkdir -p “$DIR”
cp “$1″ “$DIR/$APPNAME”
chmod +x “$DIR/$APPNAME”

echo “$PWD/$”


EDIT 01/18/2015:

To give an example of the script I’m using with Wine to run an application, my Microsoft Money script is as follows:

/Applications/ ‘/Users/situationalawareness/.wine/drive_c/Program Files/Microsoft Money/System/msmoney.exe’

I ran:
applify “MS money”

and it created an “application” in that folder that can be drag-and-dropped anywhere in Finder.  (i.e. into Applications)

Another note is how to edit the icon for the “Application” created.  First, create/find an icon around 512×512 in resolution.  Then, open it in your favorite editor, select all and copy to the buffer. (command-c)  Then, right click on the “Application”, and select “get info”.  Single-click on the icon picture in the upper left-hand corner of what popped up, then paste your buffer into there. (command-v)  The icon should appear in place.  It won’t be visible in the Applications folder until you’ve logged out and logged back in, however.