Month: June 2002

  • Ya know, this whole tshirt thing brings up a point that I can't avoid every damn time I go into a department store or supermarket. In order to not put too fine a point on it; I have always taken issue with corporate America's justifications and commercial behavior modification attempts to rape the female wallet. A harsh wording to be sure, but valid to the core nonetheless.


    It starts with row upon row of magazine and tabloid covers on how loose weight here and there, makeup ads on how cover up this and that, surveys on what your man wants (written by a woman even), all fronted with pictures of 19-21 year old women who's physiques are NOT the norm and never have been but are shown with such regularity that one would think,  by sheer volume of material, that they were.


    Then there's the money. As an example, take a look at the difference in price between hair color for men, and hair color for women. Take a look at a stainless steel and black colored razor and a pink one, or a pink/baby blue can of shaving gel and a black one. It sickens me, it really does.


    Several years ago, silk boxers were about 12 bucks for a 3 pair package. Once the corporate vultures found out women like wearing them, they started packaging them in flowery tubes one at a time and selling them for 24 bucks each. A business suit for a woman is typically twice to 3 times more expensive than a man's of the same type of material...sometimes even MORE poorly made and FAR less versitile in it's styling.


    Keep in mind, this is just one man's view of the situation, and I'm using not-so-subtle examples to make my point. Looking for a sale and finding things for a good price is one thing, but HAVING to do it to keep youself in a respectable wardrobe is another thing entirely.


    I myself have to pay more for larger sizes, and while I take issue with this because I know my clothes don't use 4 to 8 dollars more material (I'm big, but I ain't THAT damn big.), I get completely disgusted when I see the price-to-quality ratio in women's clothing these days. And don't even get me started on make-up...to cop a line from one of my favorite movies..


    "Mary Kay is the debble!"

  • I LOVE getting stuff in the mail! Not only is shopping on the net cool, but you get little packages to open later!


    some of the best tshirts are at ThinkGeek.com, observe:


    ..just some of my more recent fashun statements.


    Oh yea, and the second thing about shopping online....an ample supply of bubblewrap! One cannot resist the siren call of bubblewrap...

  • ARSONISTS SUE FOR INSURANCE BENEFITS AFTER BEING DENIED COVERAGE FOR DAMAGES THEY CAUSED TO NEIGHBORING BUILDING


    Two Alpena, Michigan men set an arson fire in their store with the hope of collecting insurance money. They admitted that they intended to simply have a small, smokey fire that would damage their inventory, which apparently wasn't selling very well, so they could collect on their insurance policy. However, when the fire spilled over into the adjoining store, the men sued the insurance company. They argued that they set the fire in their own store, but that the fire next door was accidental and therefore they should receive coverage for the damage to the other building. A panel of the state Court of Appeals amazingly reversed the trial court's decision to dismiss this ridiculous case, but the Michigan Supreme Court, in a unanimous decision, eventually reversed the Court of Appeals and ruled that the fire "cannot be characterized as an accident."


    DRUNKEN PARTIER SUES POLICE
    FOR NOT ARRESTING HER


    After a police officer decided not to take an intoxicated woman into custody, she sued him. She admitted that she could not remember most of the events that night, only that she was too drunk to drive (she also admitted that she was too drunk to rely on any promises possibly made by the officer). This case was dismissed by a lower court, and the Appeals Court agreed, ruling that the police officer had no duty to place her in protective custody.


    INMATE BLAMES STATE FOR HIS
    FLATULENCE, THEN SUES


    According to a Michigan Assistant Attorney General testifying before the Michigan Senate Judiciary Committee, frivolous prisoner lawsuits are overburdening state and federal courts. In Case No. 9650302, a prisoner sued the state blaming the food in prison for his flatulence problem. The Attorney General's Office estimates the annual cost of defending the state against frivolous prisoner lawsuits to be several million dollars, all paid for by the state taxpayer.


    SPILLED COFFEE LEADS TO LAWSUIT AGAINST POPULAR MICHIGAN TRAVEL STOP


    Oasis Truck Stop, a popular travel stop located at the intersection of M59 and US23 in Hartland, was sued by a customer who spilled coffee on herself. The makers of the coffee machine and coffee mug were also sued. The customer's lawyer claimed the coffee was too hot, yet the temperature of the coffee was shown to be exactly what it should have been according to accepted industry standards. Amazingly, a panel of "objective" mediators appointed by the court suggested a settlement that would have rewarded the customer with $62,500. Later, a jury found the defendants not guilty of any negligence and awarded zero dollars, but only after considerable cost to the defendants.


    WOMAN SUES CHILD AFTER ICE SKATING COLLISION


    A 12 year old girl was skating at a public ice rink in Berkley, Michigan when she ran into another skater and knocked her down causing a knee injury to the fallen skater. The injured woman sued the girl. The trial court dismissed the case saying that the child's manner was not reckless. The trial court stated that the accident occurred during an open skating session at the ice rink and that there are certain risks that must be assumed by participants in recreational activities, especially on ice which is in itself dangerous because of its slippery and hard nature. Sadly, a panel of the Court of Appeals reversed the trial court decision and allowed the case to go to trial. Fortunately for the girl and her family, the Supreme Court reversed the Court of Appeals stating that "When one combines the nature of ice with the relative proximity of skaters of various abilities, a degree of risk is readily apparent..."


    HOMEOWNER SUES SAYING:
    "THIS DUST IS TRESPASSING!"


    A Michigan couple sued the owners of a nearby business claiming that dust, noise and vibrations invaded their property and therefore were trespassing. A jury actually found in their favor, but a Court of Appeals panel overturned the jury's verdict. The Appeals court stated that noise, vibrations and dust are intangible objects and can not be considered as trespassers.


    HOMEOWNERS SUED BY CLEANING LADY WHO MISTAKES FIRECRACKER FOR A CANDLE


    A woman from Grand Haven, Michigan filed a lawsuit for more than $25,000 after she was injured by a firecracker she took from a condominium that she had cleaned. While dining later with friends at a restaurant, the woman lit the firecracker claiming that she mistakenly thought it was a decorative candle. The explosion resulted in severe injuries to the woman. She sued the owners of the condo for leaving the firecracker behind without a warning on it. The condo owners said that they had placed the device, which looks like a "huge firecracker," in a cupboard to keep it away from the children after someone left it at their house after a party.


    BOWLER'S LAWSUIT IS A REAL TURKEY


    A woman sued a bowling alley claiming she slipped and fell on an icy pothole which resulted in a disc herniation. She claimed no previous back problems, but her medical records showed numerous lower back problems over the past 10 years, and she was diagnosed with lumbar radiculitis the previous year. Bowling alley league records proved that she completed the remaining 14 WEEKS of the season after the alleged fall. In addition, a meteorologist testified that weather conditions for that day could not have formed ice. A jury determined that the bowling alley was not at fault.


    COLLEGE STUDENT INJURED BY
    JOCK SUES THE COLLEGE DEAN


    A college student who was attacked by a student-athlete sued the dean of judicial affairs for negligence. The student-athlete had previously attacked two other people and, because of this, the victim claimed that the dean should have known of the athlete's violent tendencies. The Appeals Court ruled that the trial court was correct in dismissing the case because there is no existing special relationship between athletes on scholarship and an associate dean of student judicial affairs. The Court stated that the defendant was entitled to costs and attorney fees since the victim's lawsuit was "vexatious and without any reasonable basis for a belief in its merit."


    PASSENGER ON CITY BUS TRIES TO
    CASH IN AFTER MINOR ACCIDENT


    In Detroit, a passenger on a city bus sued when the bus was rear-ended by a van, causing only a cracked taillight and split hose. The woman claimed she was thrown about the bus and injured. However, the bus driver testified that the air brakes where on and that the passengers boarding the bus did not move at the time of the collision. A Wayne County Circuit Court jury found no injury.


    BASKETBALL PLAYER TRIPS ON
    ROCKS, SUES HOMEOWNER


    During a pickup basketball game, a man tripped and fell over decorative rocks along a driveway where the basketball net was located. He then sued the homeowner. The injured man's friend testified that he had not only noticed the rocks but also pointed them out. The man denied seeing the rocks but admitted that if he had looked up he would have seen them. The trial court judge found that the property owner was not at fault since the rocks were open and obvious. The Court of Appeals agreed.


    WOMAN IN WHEELCHAIR ROLLS INTO PARKING GATE, BUT HER LAWSUIT GETS WHEELED
    OUT OF COURT


    While an employee of Hutzel Hospital was being pushed in a wheelchair through an entrance ramp that was not intended to be used by people in wheelchairs, she was struck in the head by a parking gate. The woman sued the makers of the gate for causing her closed head injuries and shoulder and neck pains. Other employees of the hospital stated that the ramp was not meant for wheelchairs and that there was a walkway next to the parking lot that accommodated wheelchairs. The jury found the maker of the gate not to be at fault.


    TRESPASSER TRIPPED UP IN COURT


    When a man let his two dogs out of his house, they began chasing something and ran across neighbor's property. When the dog owner chased his dogs over the neighbor's property, he injured himself when he stepped into a snow-covered fence post hole and fell. He sued the property owner for negligence. The Appeals Court agreed with the lower court's decision to dismiss the case saying that since the man was trespassing, the owner of the property was not required to make sure his property was safe from people falling in the snow-covered hole.


    SWINGSET MANUFACTURER SUED
    AFTER 20-YEAR OLD SWING BREAKS

    A six year-old plaintiff was awarded nothing from an Oakland County jury for his lawsuit against a swing manufacturer that he alleged had a faulty design. The child allegedly fell off a swing at a public park because the seat was wobbly and loose. However the manufacturer testified that the swing was over twenty years old and that it had been altered, in particular the lock washers that kept the seat stable were missing.

  • So, I head out last Saturday with my dad to go find some dumb catfish; we're driving to Carmine, Texas to visit my cousin and do a shakedown of some of the local fishing holes he knows of. Near RoundTop, not far from Brenham and College Station (Gig'em Aggies!) this is VERY beautiful country...in places. In others it's nothing but dirt, stickers and snakes.


    The lakes we end up fishing are on private property, which for me is a pain in the ass because I feel like...I dunno...I'm horning in on somebody's fishin' hole. Does that sound strange? The first lake was bust, more of a cattle watering hole really, about half an acre lake, no real bank to fish from, and yours truely looses his rig in the local flora...a ratty-looking stick all by it's lonesome, looking at me like 'What did *I* do?'...embarassing really. Every once in a while, my casting kung fu leaves me for a second and I end up looking rather silly...same with my dart game, but that's another blog.


    We're baiting our hooks from the tailgate, and let me tell you something about catfish bait that those of you who *don't* work the water for catfish may not know...catfish bait is rank. I don't mean 'kinda' rank, or a little stinky. I mean hot roadkill buried under a rabbit hutch kind of rank...the kind that, well, makes you wonder if you should be eating something what you were catching with it...ya know? The joke of the morning went something like 'I don't blame them, I wouldn't eat this crap either!' We all end up in agreement that 'cattle blood' bait was for people who were either far more serious about catfishing than we were, or took a bath once a month whether they needed it or not and didn't seem to mind the smell. So we opted for some 'fresher' bait, frozen shrimp and chicken gizzards. I know it doesn't sound like much of a change, but trust me...it was the same difference you would find in comparing the smell of a freezer burned steak, and a sunburned jellyfish...nuff said!


    The second place we stopped at was on what must have been close to 2500 acres of ranch. Parts of it were nothing but mesquite sticker bushes and rocks, but every few hundred yards you'd run across a cattle tank, a pond, or a lake that would have greenery just spread out from it like the ripples on the water itself. Patches of land that had been worked hard over the years to keep back the brambles...rocks had been drug away, chains drug behind horses, then tractors and trucks to sweep the land clear of the harshness and make it into grazing land. This place was nice, and probably would have had a boatload of fish in it, but it was hard to get to. From a distance, the weeds looked harmess, but once you got up on them, they were shoulder high, razor sharp, and you could hear the wasps, bees, hornets, locusts, and other bugs just shouldering through the outer rim of them. Dad got bit by something, we think it was a spider. He just got it looked at today, but it had grown to the size of a saucer this morning. I lost my bait a few times, then finally got a bite that must have been somehing upward of 12 lbs. or so, but since I was fishing with a double hooked rig, I think it got caught on a log (or I had hooked a turtle) because I had to pull it loose and broke it. That was two.


    The last place we stopped, was...well it was as perfect a fishing spot as I've been to in quite a while. Grass all the way up to the bank, a surface with a light, shower door ripple to it. Lilly pads and cattails on one end, a deep drop off to about 15 feet on the other. As I'm watching my line, I notice this black shape next to the bank out of the corner of my eye. At first, it's just a group of bubbles, but as it grows closer, I see that it's a swirling mass of tiny, baby catfish. I find myself facinated by the way they scour the bank, just below the surface. Swirling clockwise (why clockwise I wonder?) like an organic scrubber just in the shallows of the shore, probing every nook for something to eat, stirring up a small maelstrom of bubbles in the process. I look up and my bobber is below the water, I catch my first (and only) fish of the day, he's a little one compared to the 7 pounder my cousin had caught in the land of hornets earlier, but a keeper nonetheless. Later, I found myself mezmerized by this place, this green mirror of life in what looked to be a carpet of weeds, dust and thorns. So much so that the next four fish get lunch for free...I never even notice until it's too late. Ah well...


    No matter where you go, there is an oasis. At times, it's obvious, others need to be found. But they always seem to be there. Perhaps it really isn't about getting what you want, but wanting what you've got. (Sheryl Crow plagerism not withstanding) Or at the very least, taking the time to appreciate that which you've been shown. For now.


    It was a good day...daydreaming induced sunburn and all.

  • So I'm sitting in my new office today, with only half my stuff moved into it and I'm looking over a few of the cases I have assigned to me...I look down at my hands, then over at the phone, then at a paperclip on the desk...and this feeling I haven't had since I was a kid washes over me. What IS all this? I mean, sure, that's a desk, that's a straightened out paperclip for ejecting stuck cd's, this is a keyboard...


    But those are just words.


    I begin to look around and think, what is all this?


    Am I looking out...or in?


    It's kept with me ever since work and I can't seem to shake it; is my steering the car just an illusion? I mean, is a fish swimming in a bowl just fooling itself...he's not going anywhere...not really.


    No. It doesn't feel like a bowl so much as the effort feels as if I'm steering a kayak downstream. I can avoid the rocks, stay upright, slow or speed up a bit; but I'm headed the direction the river is going, that's that.


    Consider leaving the river. As someone equipped for navigating the rapids and white water, what chance have I in the jungle with a boat on my shoulder and no machete'? It looks easy when watched from the rim of a whirlpool formed off of a jagged rock with angry foam wanting to devour you whole and the constant roar of water vibrating your soul...but is it?


    From this vantage point, there are no snakes, cougars, poisonous plants...and a look the other direction is no picnic either. The view from the sheer cliffs must be breathtaking, the climb exhilarating, but one loose rock, one lapse in concentration may mean no second chance...the only progress is up, higher and higher. Fat lot of good a kayak paddle would do me up there.


    So I look at my hands; is this what they were meant to do? Who AM I anyway? There are times when I'm not sure as my heart pulls me toward the cliffs and my curious mind toward the shore. Am I in the river because it has direction, and that's what I want? Or do I lack direction and wind up in the river because that's what I need?


    Also; I shave this face every morning, but rarely see it after that. Within is very different than without. Does the crowd of hoods outside the convenience store part because I'm intimidating, or harmless? Am I driven by a work ethic, or fear of disappointment? Trusting, or gullible?


    I suppose Homer's tagline says it best:


    "Too much thinking. Make it stop."


    I'm with ya on that one pahd-na. I feel like a seasonal visitor in my own skin right now...just here until the weather warms up someplace else. Just passing through and noticing things in a different light, an external light, and perhaps a harsh light. This society we live in, these roads we build around a large sphere, winding around hazards and obstacles and following rail lines and property boundaries, the walls we erect to keep things out that also trap things in, the filters we put on A/C units, engines, mouths, minds, and speech. Is it all just a desperate thrashing of consciousness trying to quantify and explain something that never needed explanation in the first place? Or is it a mechanism for defining and channeling what we are and where we are going so that our own heuristics won't drive us mad?


    Hmmm, perhaps some dreaming will clue me in...or at least pull me back a bit. It's not a bad or unpleasant feeling so much as a troubling one...so hopefully any dreams won't be nightmares. But no promises, right?


    G'night campers.

  • So, you wanna lesson in free association but don't know were to start? Go interactive and see what others are searching on...


    Where else can you see 'green discharge' on the same screen as 'asian babes' and not be in danger of getting a popup on your screen for testicular enlargement or stay-at-home letter stuffing offerings to earn you millions?



    Metaspy Unfiltered


    DON'T say you saw it here first...just keep it to yourself and try not to laugh too loudly if still at work.

  • Well, the deed is done..



    and I'm firing up the Playstation, dammit! Or better yet, Dungeon Siege...feel my wrath!

  • Directory Services Infrastructure...I did pathetically! 736/1000. Still passing, but I'm kind of fuming at myself. Off to study, more later.

  • Well, Active Directory is now in the bag, that makes 4 with 3 to go. Next is case studies with Active Directory Design and Implementation. And then, network security (an oxymoron of increasing size and depth when related to Microsoft products as of late). I'm getting a bit more sleep now, but no time to let up.


    By the way, for those of you who want to know where to go for some of the best study material around:


    http://www.mcsebraindumps.com/index.php


    Well, back to it...bone-crushing hugs to all of ya! Take care.

  • Through the brush outside the cave, movement...distant, delibrate. Moving closer, the sight amoungst the dense vegitation is one they can hardly catagorize, much less believe. After a few more feet it is obvious that the creature coming toward them is a mammoth, and a badly beaten one..but for it's size it is MUCH too short.


    Grunting can now be heard, as the huge animal plods closer, stumbles, mutters to itself, and finally falls dead outside the cave. ID stands and grunts with approval at the badly beaten animal as he drops it ouside the entrance. Sticks are in its eyes, arrows and spears stick from its now-bloody hairy hide like a pin cushion, and one tusk has been broken off halfway and looks to have been used to stab it in the neck...several times.


    The others in the cave nod approvingly as ID walks past, drops a rock and a mailbox still nailed to it's post he was using as a weapon outside the door and collapses almost on top of the fire. He is snoring in seconds...


    SuperEgo "He up till 5:23 this morning, him do that with less than 3 hours sleep."


    InnerChild: "Can we eat it?"


    SE:"Don't think so. Wasn't very pretty kill either...not one of Id's best"


    IC: "It dead though, right?"


    A deep voice utters from the cave just after the snoring stops:


    ID: "As dead as you will be if you not shut up!"


    They all look at each other and nod...it's been a good day. As they gather around to figure out what to do with the kill, one of them looks closer at the creature..


    IC: "What Networking Infrastructure, mean?" he whispers.


    SE: "Me not sure, I not Shell Answer man..."


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    Well I passed the test, (still no score, just graded as a pass/fail by MS) got home and passed out. I was up until 5:23 that morning when I started getting the answers I knew from the practice test wrong...so I took a chance, set two alarms, and got some shut-eye. But that one is ready for the butcher. But, no rest for the weary, I have 4 tests to take in 4 days, so time for more study, the Managing Active Directory exam is tomorrow.