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Oct. 5th, 2009 @ 11:16 pm It's Official!
Here's my album! On the internet!

Seahorse Valley by The Camel Toads

A few funny things happened when creating the MP3s, but overall, it's acceptable quality.
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Camel Toads
Jul. 3rd, 2009 @ 04:36 pm Well...That Was Fun...And I Wore a Kilt...!
I'll be getting my family tartan soon enough...

I hadn't played my drums in front of anyone other than family and crickets for years, so this was a little fun to do our big 4-minutes under the sun. Sadly, the guitar player went through at least 18 beers (and who knows how many of my painkillers) before the show and he muffed it pretty bad. But, it's not the least bit humiliating...

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Alexander
Jun. 24th, 2009 @ 04:50 pm Finest Compliment of the Year--Update on that Other Thing
Said the bass-player to the drummer: "About ten years ago a guy told me, 'Just play to the drummer,' but our drummer sucked so bad that I started playing to the guitar and just shut the drummer out. Now I know what the guy was talking about!"

As to the mysterious disappearance of a dozen Lortabs...I confronted the band with the most basic facts...that 4-people have been in my house since the refill last Wednesday and three of those people were the members of the band and the other had already been talked with about it. I implored them that IF the guilty party was in the room, then for them have a conscience and return what was stolen, even if it means going down to Fremont Street and paying black market prices. I don't expect a positive response to that, so now I have to treat them like children and hide everything before they come over.

However, I find it timely that Scott Adams on the Dilbert Blog had this to say the other day:

But first, let's discuss what I call liar talk. It's a minor hobby of mine to detect lies by the way people choose their words. For example, liars often answer an accusation with a question, as in "What evidence do you have that I killed that drifter?" Innocent people might ask a question too, but it would be more along the lines of "What are you talking about?"

As an experienced poker player, I already know this shit, but I'm tempted to also say that the guilty party is also known for meeting an accusation with a counter-accusation toward the accuser. It was almost magically on cue that one person in the band was literally talking over me as I explained my predicament, spouting such things as, "Maybe you took more than you thought..." or this little gem, "Well, looks to me like you've had more than four people in your house since Wednesday..."

T'was the guitar player, as previously thought. We'll get through the show and I'll banish him if he doesn't deliver, with apologies to the rest of the band, because the guy can play.
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Alexander
Jun. 21st, 2009 @ 01:21 pm Sometimes, People Suck
Getting old and being overweight has me ailing in various painful ways, like back pain at night and a few other joint pains from ancient sports injuries. So, I've managed to cajole my doctor into keeping me regularly supplied with some 7.5 Hydro tablets. I'm the first to admit, I enjoy the occasional pk buzz, once or twice a week taking a little more than the recommended dose, but for the most part, I meter out a 30-tablet supply to last me a month. Doctor cheerfully resupplies me, as he should, because this hardly smacks of addictive abuse. Anyway, the truth is, I hate pain and these help cut through it when my ankle acts up and on Sundays I can actually get through a round of golf without my tendinitis bothering my swing.

Anyway...I had three guys over Thursday night playing some music together. Since my family is in Japan, these have been the only three people in my house since last Wednesday when I got my last refill until end of July. Yesterday, I saw one of the tablets on my desk chair and went to put it back in the bottle and was shocked to see that 11-tablets done went missing on me---11 nights of sleep, basically. I immediately called the bass player because he and I worked together again Friday night on some rhythm section stuff, but he's not really the chief suspect. Methinks it's the guitar player.

Anyway, I'm on the fence about confrontation on this, though I think it's necessary. I was thinking before practice Monday that I register my anger with them as a group and let them sort it out. Stealing from your host is just a sleazy thing to do because any of them could have asked and I would have given them a few. But instead, he took half my supply, and I'll have to be grovelling in the doctor's office soon to get resupplied...something I don't want to start doing.
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Willard
Apr. 11th, 2009 @ 09:45 pm I Can Breathe Again...
My daughter's been in Photography I this year in school. Because they work with both digital and film, I've been able to dust off my cameras (a Canon F-1---best camera ever made---and a Mamiya 645S) and have been having fun teaching her the little tricks that she probably won't learn in school.

Lesson Number 1: Film is so much more fun than digital---on all levels.

Anyway, her recent project called for architecture and night photography. Last week we selected the entrance of the West Sahara Library as a good site. It's rather like a warehouse by day, but I felt some night shots would be interesting, especially with me jogging around with a flash and providing some fill-in coverage in some of the poorly lit areas. I set her up with my 24mm wide-angle, a tripod and, because I lost my bulb, we metered it out for 8-second exposures (the max "controlled" shutter speed on an F-1) using 400 film without a filter. I had her stop down to f11 instead of the metered f8, and away we went.

The experience gave me the bug again. I really miss the good old days of shooting on film and the great anticipation that goes with the non-immediate results that one experiences with digital, and it feels great.

So, we planned to develop the film today, and I've been eager to see how it all turned out---or if they turned out at all. We had to drive all the way to the east side near UNLV just to get some developer and fixer---apparently the only place in town that sells the stuff---and after some head scratching on my part trying to remember stuff from 20-years ago ("Dad, we rinse 5-times before we put the fixer in..."), we managed to get the film developed.

I wasn't disappointed. She's got some great shots of the library. The enlargement process will tell in the end, but I think she's got some mighty fine shots in there. It makes me want to take up the hobby again.
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Abomb
Apr. 2nd, 2009 @ 08:26 pm CPSIA-QOTD
As reported back in January, the CPSIA (Consumer Product Safety Improvement Act), a badly written law by all means, flew threw congress and the lead restrictions went into effect in February and threatened to put me out of business. We've been spared for the time being as the CPSC has come right out and said they won't enforce the law against resellers.

Nonetheless, the CPSC has been busy interpreting this silly law and how they intend to enforce it, their hands tied by the broad language congress approved in the law, and for the last month or so they've been wondering what they're going to do about children's ATVs and motorcycles since, after all, they meet the definition of an item meant to be used by children under 12.

They've finally figured it out. Basically, they fall into the same category as teethers, stuffed animals and bassinets.

Of course, some people are not entirely happy with the CPSC over their ruling: "Please let me have my dirt bike," said 6-year-old Chase Yentzer. "I promise I won't eat my dirt bike."

Your congress at work...
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Buck
Mar. 5th, 2009 @ 09:58 pm A Little Proper Framing
So, one of those religious types was berating me today for not being properly awed by the miracles that god has created.

Such sentiments always make me think of this:



I have thus resolved to properly frame the argument in the future: "I am shocked and horrified by those people who are not properly awed by the incredible 13.7 billion year journey our universe has taken that has ultimately resulted in our mutual existence, and instead prefer to reduce such majesty into a cheap little parlor trick performed by a mysterious invisible man who supposedly has the added misfortune of looking like us."
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Feb. 14th, 2009 @ 02:24 pm Praise the Interwebs
So, I hit a royal last night. As I'm waiting to get paid, the attendant comes back and tells me my driver's license is expired and they can't pay me. Well, I paid my dues, I just haven't received the sticker yet.

After some yakity-yak with a host over this matter, I finally suggested we log on to the 'net and do a lookup at DMV, and the host agreed. He even popped for the $7 fee for looking up my history. Cool!

UPDATE: More of same at Santa Fe last night. Hit another taxable and they weren't going to pay out. This time it was easy, though. The slot manager accepted my word that 2013 is my expiration date and that the tale I told of Red Rock was legit, so I was paid with minimal hassle. Shortly after, she notified me that Red Rock had kept a copy of my print-out and faxed it to her, so all was well with the world.

I still haven't gotten my sticker for the back of my license.
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Buck
Jan. 20th, 2009 @ 09:10 am Georgie's Such an Asshole!
Sincerely, George, we mean it.
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Buck
Jan. 14th, 2009 @ 06:42 pm Is [info]evwhore in Reno?
Ricardo "I spit my last breath at thee!" Montalban AND Patrick "Who is Number One?" McGoohan both disappeared from the living today?

Something's up...
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Buck
Jan. 10th, 2009 @ 06:29 pm The Year 2008 In Movies
Another one of those years where I found myself getting deeper and deeper into mediocrity. Here are the highlights and lowlights (without links this year...):

The Best I Done Saw

MAN ON WIRE: Another documentary that I was not too enthusiastic about seeing (cf. INTO THE VOID) and was completely blown away. I barely remember the time when it happened, but it is really an awesome thing to witness now. I think the obvious fact that the towers are gone now kind of drives the point home, and they wisely do not even mention it in the film.

TRANSSIBERIAN: Finally, a well made thriller.

THE WIRE (Season 5): Not as good as the other four, but it's hard to maintain perfection that long. Netflix hosed my delivery of the last disk and I was in such a panic that I rushed out to buy the DVDs just so I could finish the series on Sunday night without having to wait any longer.

ZODIAC: I gave it four stars last year and decided to watch it again. Five stars.

PARADISE LOST - THE CHILDHOOD MURDERS AT ROBIN HOOD: My goodness. You wanna see what's fucked up about the jury and court system in this country, watch this little film and find out. There's a not-as-good sequel to devour as well that is worth the time.

AMERICAN GANGSTER: Surprised me I liked this as much as I did.

THE DARK KNIGHT: I'm not a comic book fan, but I'll faithfully watch all the Iron Spider Mans as they come out. I thought BATMAN BEGINS was an excellent departure from the sometimes unwatchable Tim Burton spawned Batman series of the 90s, but TDK took it all to a new level. I just loved Ledger's Joker and I'm oh-so-happy they left Katie Holmes by the curb for this one.

Y TU MAMA TAMBIEN: Maybe I was a little late getting to it, but I got to it. Great.

MICHAEL CLAYTON: Snuck up on me. Kind of like MR. BROOKS did to me last year.

PLANET EARTH (Series): If you can handle David Attenborough's pedantry, the photography in this little series is simply like nothing I've ever seen. The snow leopard segment is breathtaking.

BULLY: I love true-crime drama. I think what amazed me about this film was the collective stupidity. Completely clueless people doing very bad things. These people were destined to wind up the way they did.

And Da Worst I Done Saw (or give me my life back please...)

HOME OF THE BRAVE: This was a sorta anti-Iraq war thingie that I just did not get. Tons of sappy melodrama. First time I ever saw a movie with Samuel L. Motherfuckin' Jackson that stood no chance of being good.

THE BROWN BUNNY: I was encouraged when Roger Ebert backed off on his original statement saying it was the worst movie ever and deemed it watchable after it was edited down. People, it is not watchable. I hate fucking Vincent Gallo's guts. He is the most heavy handed and pretentious filmmaker, ever. I once managed to get all the way through BUFFALO '66, and that was only (only!) because of the curious use of King Crimson music and Christina Ricci doing her little pole dance at the bowling alley to "Moonchild." And maybe a slight h/t to Frank Langella Ben Gazzara. But TBB? No way. I'll never watch another movie by that guy again. He offends me.

EL TOPO: I like an art film as much as the next guy. But seriously, what the fuck was going on here, and why did it have to take so long to do it? I gave up about halfway through and it felt like I had watched two movies. If someone can convince me to give it another try, I will, just because it has a reputation. But I'm not holding my breath.
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Willard
Jan. 8th, 2009 @ 05:01 pm CPSIA News...
It literally changes on a daily basis.

Today, sanity prevailed as the CPSC announced that resale, thrift and consignment shops would not be subject to having to certify their inventory. We're still obligated to observe the new lead and phthalate laws and we can still go to jail for selling a recalled item. But, it was the certification that was going to put us out of business. So, on this news, we're still in the game.
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Alexander
Jan. 7th, 2009 @ 06:34 pm CPSIA Update
Seems things change daily. Today seemed to be D-Day as resellers all over the country, myself included, began pelting congress and senate members with letters decrying our inevitable fate. Some consumer(!!) advocacy groups have begun taking legal action and have, on the flip side, told us that there's nothing to worry about here.

Even our competitors have joined forces with us and we're all lobbying together to see what can be done.

The pure outrage from all parties, customers, owners, media and even apologetic members of congress who claim they "didn't know the ramifications of the law they were passing," is palpable, and the ball is only just now beginning to roll. One of the K2K owners (Hi Margie!) is apparently going to be on CNN tonight, and many of the officials contacted on this matter claim that this is first they've heard of it. I have to admit, some of the campaigning is being presented as total doomsday stuff, but really, no one knows how bad it is because of the lingering ambiguity of the intent of congress and the wording of the law.

This all gets me more than a little optimistic. Tomorrow, we're going to be sending an email blast to our customers to get them involved and it will include a link so they can pelt their congressfolk. Will post that link here for people who just like to badger members of congress on behalf of their 'net friends.
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Willard
Jan. 4th, 2009 @ 09:33 pm Lead: Your Friend
The CPSIA has been in the back of my mind for awhile now, but I think it was this article in the LA Times that kind of drove it home for me when a customer emailed me the link asking if we were going to be out of business on February 10 (coincidentally, my birthday). I cheerfully replied that we'll be fine, but I seriously wonder.

What we have, kids, is legislation that is so stupid on its face that I'm just flabbergasted. I'm just really bent about this on so many levels that it's difficult for me to articulate. While I understand that lead is a not-so-good thing, I also realize that it's been a problem for centuries, and, in my lifetime alone, lead has moved from a ubiquitous presence to nearly non-existent as far as serious threats to children's health go. According to Wikipedia: "In 1978 there were 13.5 million children in the United States with elevated blood lead levels (i.e., 10µg/dl). By 2002, that number had dropped to 310,000 children."

In essence, while little is really known about lead and its effects, some diligent efforts in the last 30-years have reduced the threat by incredible leaps. It has, essentially, become almost a non-issue. But there it is, your government wants to protect you from another boogey-man.

I honestly don't know how legislation like this even gets started. I understand how it passes, how it gets signed; after all, no one wants to be considered "pro-lead." But seriously, where does this hysteria start? The only answer seems to be found in the root of the word itself---hysteria. Like MADD, there's some group of upset moms in this world who demand that every child born should face no ill affects of living whatsoever.

Apparently, the catalyst for this legislation was a series of recalls, by the CPSC last year, of some Chinese manufactured children's toys that had been found to contain some lead paint. Fine. Like any diligent business owner, we follow the recall notifications and remove the items from the shelf (in this case, we didn't have any). But, how we get from simply recalling the occasional exceptions to the outright banishment of children's clothing as a hazardous substance, until it's proven by manufacturers and retailers to be safe, is a complete mystery and is so utterly irresponsible of congress and the president that I'm left speechless.

When I was a young lad in the sixties, things like seat-belts were an option---you had to ask the car dealer to install them if the car wasn't already equipped. Mom & dad drove around in 2-ton behemoths of metal with bench seats, huge steering wheels and unpadded dashboards. A child seat was designed more for child-control rather than safety, and was just a bunch of metal tubes with a flimsy chair that one could hang over the back seat to keep their restless children from getting up to no good. I spent the better part of my childhood climbing around in the car as if it were a jungle-gym, completely oblivious to the fact that a mere fender-bender could have turned me into a deadly projectile. In fact, by today's standards, where my eight-year old son still needs to sit in a booster-chair and must, by law, wear a helmet while riding his bike in the neighborhood, you'd think that we kids of the sixties had miraculously defied certain death just by crawling out of bed in the morning. During my entire first 16-years, I only recall two neighborhood kids that had suffered serious injury, neither of them fatal nor crippling, but both due to stupidity, and one other kid that died while riding a dirt-bike, and he was considered an expert rider.

And now, despite the fact that almost all lead poisoning is caused by inhalation of tainted dust particles, I face the very real possibility of losing my business, my livelihood, and the one and only asset that I have that breaks me even financially during the reign of Bush and leaves me approximately where I was on January 19, 2001. My home, my retirement, my future, completely gone. All because some kid choked on a button that was later found to contain lead.

Happy birthday to me, I guess.
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Willard
Dec. 30th, 2008 @ 05:23 pm Annual Be Treated Like a Criminal Day
Yes, kids. Got a cold, bought some Sudafed. At least the process is a little easier now since they can just scan your driver's license. Last year I recall they had to write my name and personal info down in a spiral notebook.

Worst thing is--and I'm seriously a little paranoid about it---I put on my "typically cynical" show for my kids who were with me and other innocent bystanders. I joked loudly about being a criminal for a day, and even muttered something about having to rush home and fire up the lab. Finally, as I was exiting, I made a remark about how they'll probably report me and I'll wind up on the do-not-fly list for buying a box of Sudafed, said remark certainly having been overheard by the Walgreen's guy who was stacking boxes of suppositories on the shelf.

I put the odds at even that "a follow up" investigation will begin shortly and I'll hear Officer Obie knocking on my door around 8:30 or so.

You really never know.
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Buck
Dec. 29th, 2008 @ 09:41 pm More Disk!
My first computer was a Gateway 2000 (!) laptop with a 256MB hard drive, and I had an additional 135MB PCMCIA drive. I never imagined at the time I could ever fill that puppy up (until Windoze 95 came along and I couldn't upgrade). Even the AS/400 I worked on back then (a B20 if ya wanna know) had slightly more than 1GB total DASD (the entire OS/400 took up most of that at 600MB).

Now, I'm within about 20G of filling up my 256GB HD on my iMac and am seriously gonna hafta think about getting some more space for all my junk. I'm hoping 1TB will do the job.
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Buck
Dec. 24th, 2008 @ 09:17 pm Where Are You, USB?
It's like Xmas eve now and wife wants to do video. Hard drive full. Okay, download and wipe, easy enough.

Now I can't find a USB cable.

The only one I can find that would work is the one my son used some while ago to test wire-cutters with.

I used to be crawling all over them, had them in every nook and cranny, and I know that more than a few have migrated their way to my daughter's room, but she insists she can't find any there. Of course, no one can find anything in there, so why should I be surprised?
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Buck
Dec. 19th, 2008 @ 05:42 pm A Lucid Dream!
I have, for many years, experienced a state of sleep where I was aware I was dreaming, but every attempt I made to take control of the dream failed. Normally what happens is when I tell myself to "do" something in my dream, I am incapable of actually doing it---usually it's like my dream body is paralyzed and won't let me do that particular physical task. Today, I think I finally broke through that barrier while taking a little cat-nap, and it was pretty awesome.

Specifically, I was in an elevator when I became aware of my dream. It was brushed silver metal, and had only two floors on it labeled 5 and 9. It would go slowly between 5-9, but very quickly when it was going from the ground floor up to 5. I had gotten into the wrong elevator, I realized, and when it gave me the return trip to the ground floor, the doors wouldn't open. I began to feel a bit scared, but assured myself I was only dreaming, and because of that, I could change my reality. So, in my dream I closed my eyes and told myself that as soon as I open them, I'd be out of the elevator.

So, in the dream, I actually closed my eyes and everything went dark. This is usually when I lose the lucid sensation. So, like usual, when I tried to open them, they wouldn't open. Again, the body wasn't going to comply with what I was telling it to do. So I literally took my hands and grabbed my eyelids and began pulling my eyes open (in the dream of course). As I did so, in the dream, the elevator door seemed to peel away and I stepped into this room that was all brown on the inside. I touched some things on the fireplace mantle that were like polished rocks, and I got down on my hands and knees and crawled around. There were a lot of scary looking bugs & things on the floor, but I reminded myself it was all just a dream. Then, I stood up again, once again experiencing that reluctance in my body to comply, but I forced it to move, and when I stood up I looked at myself in a mirror, and the face was mine but it wasn't, as it appeared to change the longer I looked at it. It was very fuzzy looking, but very distinctly with my characteristics, and I started laughing at it. Then I went outside. It was dusk, a deep orange sky, and slightly windy. I told myself I wanted to see how high I could jump, and I was able to jump onto the roof of the house I was just in that looked actually more like a shack. I jumped back down, and started walking, and as I was walking I had the sensation of leaving the ground and covering about 10-feet for each step. But this only lasted for a few steps when I started to feel like I was losing control of the dream and woke up, comfortably on my left side.

The other curious thing was the music. I often recall dreams having music in them, but this time it was very loud and very clear, and definitely not something I'd heard before.

The best I can describe it is a little like being on an acid trip. For a moment I felt like I was on the edge of not really being in control, and there's a little fear, I guess, because you're dealing with the unknown---what could have possibly been a very frightening dream, though, actually became a pleasant experience. I hope to get better at this!
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Sunspots
Dec. 9th, 2008 @ 07:14 pm In Search of That Line Again...
So, the news today had this account of a "fortune teller" who is going to jail because she cleansed some woman of evil spirits and received $108K for services rendered. In my estimation, the "victimized" woman got exactly what she paid for.

Reading the article, the apparent charge was "theft by false pretenses." Hmmm. Makes me wonder, exactly, how her behavior was any less legitimate than guys like this:

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Dec. 4th, 2008 @ 07:46 pm Writer's Block: Gone but Not Forgotten

Many beloved television shows are no longer with us, like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Six Feet Under, and Mystery Science Theater 3000. What defunct television show do you miss the most?


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Unsolved Mysteries. Robert Stack was THE NUTS! (But, in all fairness, I don't think I've watched a network / non-HBO show on a regular basis since about 1992. For all I know, Unsolved Mysteries is still going strong.)

My real answer would be a tie between Rome and Deadwood. I think both could have kept me going for another few years. It would have been fun if Rome had gone on through Caligula, at least.
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Lowry