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Wednesday, November 30, 2005



And I can assure you that I captured this warning message on Wednesday, November 30, 2005... my date/time is not wrong!

Hey, they're only 8 month’s delinquent and seriously, is security really that big of a deal? (Add your own level of sarcasm to that)
Monday, November 28, 2005

Either I'm getting old (heh, not likely) or I'm turning into a light weight.  Tonight after I got home, I decided to seize an opportunity to work on my side project, www.pytheus.com (a personal web assistant), like I do some nights and weekends when time affords it.  As with other nights, I like to drink a beer or 2 because I can't do that at work, while I code... makes the time go faster.  An inebriated coder is a happy coder, come on people, you know the drill.

Last night at the grocery store, my wife pointed out this seasonal beer, she thought fitting, Ebenezer Ale.  Bah I said... then I bought it.  It's actually not that bad.  Tastes good, full-bodied, and all proceeds go towards running Tiny Tim out of town. 

So tonight I sit down in front of my computer with grumpy beer in hand ready to code and get a lot of work done.  Before I knew it, I was mistyping, forgetting simple things and basically not thinking straight.  At that point, I started drinking!  I'm kidding.  I was able to get some things done and I'm not disappointed in my work, just in my ability to drink. 

Feel free to call me a wuss and/or point out non-alcoholic beers that might get me a buzz in 3 or 4 drinks rather than my one.  In all actuality, I didn't get good sleep last night and I am a bit tired so factor those in before you judge me.  Hell, this blog entry isn't going very smooth either... I must still be buzzing... I need to go to bed.

Come on SNOW!

Weather conditions here in P-Town are ripe for a light snow either tonight or tomorrow.  For those of you who don't live here, it doesn't snow here that often so when it happens, it's a big deal.  Especially for snow lovers... like me... and my wife.

Honestly, we have this awesome view from our house (we're on Mt. Scott facing west) and since our purchase (almost 2 years ago) it has not snowed.  Oh sure, we've had an ice storm last year but that is just miserable albeit pretty from indoors while drinking coffee.

So come on old man winter... blow me!  Uh, I mean, blow me some snow... my way... yeah... that's what I meant.  Damn, another lump of coal coming my way!

UPDATE: No snow yet!
Thursday, November 24, 2005

Gobble Gobble.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Dan, one of my co-workers, sent me this article titled Encarta access through IM.  Apparently, you add encarta@conversagent.com to MSN Messenger as a contact (FYI: I use Trillian and it works) and start asking questions.  It gives you a few examples:

* What is the size of Canada?
* Where was Leonardo da Vinci born?
* What is a cello?

So here's my quick conversation with encarta:

[10:22] John: what is a wiki?
[10:22] Encarta® Instant Answers: I am sorry, I couldn't find any definition or article relevant to this subject.  Please try asking me another way, or type "?" to see examples of questions I can answer.
[10:23] John: what the fuck?
[10:23] Encarta® Instant Answers: Is that language necessary?

The screen cap is better:



Apparently encarta doesn't like it rough. 

Please post any other strange responses or questions that return odd responses.  I could do this all day...

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Wow!  Fucking wow!

As I was reading this article on the FBI email scam, I ran across the IC3 (Internet Crime Complaint Center) where I found this beauty... the NW3C (National White Collar Crime Center).  WTF?

When did this organization come into existence?  And why the hell aren't they doing anything about Enron?  In all actuality, I'm sure it's a bureaucratic organization, so at some point in time, they'll be investigating themselves.

Too much fun!  Seriously, I can't make this shit up.


The other day while a few co-workers and I went for coffee at our local Starbucks, one of them took this picture of me without me knowing it with his camera phone.  Seriously, I didn't see a thing.  The caffeine probably didn't kick in until well after the fact, which would explain my lack of noticing.

This begs the question; how often do people take pictures of others without their knowledge?  And, does anybody ever notice?  Apparently I don't.

I say, as long as I'm not on the shitter, I'm ok with it.

UPDATE: For those interested, I give you chicanito33... enjoy.
Monday, November 21, 2005

Interesting article that I don't quite understand:

    Cingular Wireless to Become AT&T

Being a former AT&T Wireless customer who vowed never to go back to their shitty service and hidden fees, I just read that Cingular will adopt the AT&T name... again.  Good god NO!  Why take on a brand who's reputation is synonymous with the slimy substance that oozes out of dead rats?  

Thanks to SBC, who owns a 60% stake in Cingular, who is finishing up a $16 billion dollar merger, former AT&T Wireless which is now called Cingular will now be called AT&T.  WTF?  So let me see if I have this straight:
  • Cingular buys out AT&T wireless; adopts the Cingular name.
  • SBC (which has 60% stake in Cingular) buys out AT&T; adopts the AT&T name and announces Cingular take on the name as well.
When you take a step back and look at it, did AT&T just buy themselves?

I hate mergers!  


It seems that everywhere I look someone is selling an iPod accessory.  At first I thought it was good because small, independent companies make most of them and Apple is very a proprietary company, so riding their wave of success is good for everybody.  But there is such a thing as too much of a good thing.  Am I wrong here people?

Over the weekend, we received a Sharper Image catalog.  I, being the gadget connoisseur that I am, began flipping thru the catalog to see what good little things I can ask Santa (my wife) for this year... I believe I've been good, although I could be wrong.  So I start at the beginning.  First few pages, iPod accessories.  No problem, this doesn't surprise me so I continue.  Almost 30 fucking pages in and the iPod accessory HELL finally stops, seriously.  I believe in some West African cultures this is known as OVERKILL!

As you may have guessed, I do not own an iPod and if I did (as most everybody does) I probably wouldn't notice this craze.  But I don't, so I notice and so I blog about it... my little contribution for those blinded by this little contraption.

So, I get into work this morning and check my email -no, my personal email... priorities people!  Good, a Red Envelope email, I like them as does my wife, I'll sneak a peek to see what they have to offer for the holidays.  For fucks sake, another fucking iPod accessory.  AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.  Another gray hair!

When will it end?  How many accessories can you make for one product?  

Here is my iPod accessory:




What do you think?

Friday, November 18, 2005

So, as I was pulling up to my house last night I noticed that there was a moving truck in my neighbor's driveway and his for sale sign was gone.  That was fast.  His house has been on the market for a little over a month (I knew it would sell but not necessarily for the asking price) and to come home to find out that the house sold and his last day is tomorrow comes as quite a shock.

His roommate is moving to Arizona and he is moving to California; I wish them both the best.

Ironically, the person who bought the house is a few years younger and single, so I'm imagining he'll be throwing a party or 2.  My wife and I don't care but the neighbors across the street do (I'm sure that's one of the main reasons he's moving).

The neighbors across the street are a bit pompous and don't care for ANY noise outside after 9pm... can you say LAME?  Davey, the current neighbor who is moving has put up with the tight-ass neighbor for too long and now it's time for someone new to come in to drive him crazy.

New guy, in a quote from an art movie I saw last night (of which my wife made hehehe) "Bring it on!"

Thursday, November 17, 2005

While reading my blogs today, I came across a very good article from the Washington Post commented on blurbomat.  The thing that caught my eye was this quote:

    "To question your government is not unpatriotic -- to not question your government is unpatriotic," -Sen. Chuck Hagel (R-Neb.)

That is a powerful statement.  I firmly believe that the Bush administration has been using patriotism as a guise to be with or against them; if you’re against our policy, you are un-American -BULLSHIT!

In the first paragraph the good senator also stated:

    "the Bush administration must understand that each American has a right to question our policies in Iraq and should not be demonized for disagreeing with them."

Bravo Mr. Hagel, Bravo!  We need more politicians like you, ones who aren't afraid to speak out against the mainstream propaganda.


A co-worker passed along these 2 Dilbert cartoons that we feel accurately describes the politics in our office -and I'm sure a lot of you out there can relate.

More programmers needed

Company strategy

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

SQL Server 2005 has officially been released and like many others, I was anxious to install and get rid of the bloated beta so I could start working on the official release version.  The problem I ran into was that I couldn’t upgrade to the release, rather I had to completely uninstall ALL beta versions of SQL and Visual Studio.  For my development machine, this was no problem –I just reformatted my machine.  Our development server where we had the database for our project that the entire team used was a different story altogether.  For this machine, I couldn’t just upgrade nor could I reformat (well, I could’ve but I opted not too because of the work involved).  What I wanted to do was this; keep the .mdf (data files) and .ldf (log files) for all of our databases, without having to back up each one, and simply open them back up once the install was complete.  By doing this, I didn’t have to mess with backups and I knew that all the database users would be there as well.  Further, due to a recent drive space issue where all of our database data and log files were stored on the C: drive rather than the almost empty and rather large E: drive, I wanted to move the files to a directory on the E: drive so that the space issue would no longer be, well, an issue.  So that’s what I set out to do and after a days worth of work, without much documentation online, I finally figured it out… and it was pretty easy.

First and foremost, I backed up the .mdf and .ldf files.  Please, in case anything goes wrong, always have a back up!

Next, I completely uninstalled SQL and Visual Studio betas then reinstalled SQL 2005 release.  FYI, this step-by-step process for uninstalling was very useful.  Even though it says SQL Express, just substitute your installed instance of SQL and everything should work out.  Key to note, you have to basically uninstall SQL then Visual Studio then the framework.

The tricky part I found was with getting SQL to correctly read the data files.  After trying a few methods that clearly didn’t work (I won’t go into detail) and googling for answers, I came up blank and was close to giving up.  But I knew I could do it and quite frankly, I had to do it.  So I began looking at database properties when I noticed something rather intriguing that I never noticed before.  After right clicking on the database to select the properties, one of the selections caught my eye titled “Attach…”.  I found that attaching a database uses sp_detach_db and sp_attach_db system stored procedures and should be used when:

Detaching and attaching databases can be used when you want to move the database files to a different physical disk from the disk that has run out of disk space and you want to expand the existing file rather than add a new file to the database on another disk.

After researching a bit more I found that this in fact an option with SQL 2000 I had just never used it but I could think of many occasions where it would have come in handy.  One of the biggest advantages I found was that all the objects and users came over, no scripting needed just attach and go. 

Side note: Another problem I ran into was trying to restore a SQL 2000 database on a SQL 2005 server; it doesn't want to work.  Attaching the .mdf file is a great work around to this annoyance and does successfully restore the file as a 2005 database.

As with my prior tests, I used a test database so as not to screw up any of the actual data and after seeing this I tried to attach one of my test databases with much success. 

Basically, I did the following (for this example, I’ll use Foo as my database):

Please note, the steps below make the following assumptions:
  • SQL 2005 beta or SQL 2000 instances have been removed leaving the data and log files in their default locations.
  • SQL 2005 release has been successfully installed.
  • The location of the data and log files are being moved to a new location.
    • If the location of the files is not an issue, skip ahead to step 3.
Step 1 - Cut Foo.mdf and Foo_Log.ldf for moving to new location.



Step 2 - Paste Foo.mdf and Foo_Log.ldf into E:\SQL Server Data\ (use what ever name and location you’d like)



Step 3 - Back in the SQL Server Management Studio, right click on “Databases” and select “Attach…”



Step 4 - Click “Add” and navigate to where you put your Foo.mdf data file (in my case it would be E:\ SQL Server Data\Foo.mdf)



Finished - Once selected, click “Ok” and your done.

For the handful of database I had to update, I found this to be the easiest and cleanest.  I’m sure some of you have opted or will opt to use back ups then restore them, which is fine and will work; I just didn’t feel the need to go thru all of those unnecessary steps when all I wanted was to move and reattach the original data files.  


WHAT THE FUCK!!!!

I don't know whether to be happy or pissed off after finding some blogger stealing my content.  On one hand, it's kind of cool to know that my information is worthy of stealing but it's my fucking content!  Yup, I'm pissed off!

DasBlog, the engine that runs xerratus, has some cool logging, referrer, and trackback features which allow me to see where people came from and who's linking to my entries.  Since I don't get monstrous traffic, I tend to click on most referrers and all the trackbacks... I'm curious.  So I came across one, clicked on it and started reading my entry as if it was written by this asshat.  I'm not kidding, it was word-for-word.  Check it out yourself.
The fucker even used the exact same title!

I'm not quite sure what to do now.  Do I contact him and ask him to stop?  Do I leave a comment on his blog stating that it's my conent that everyone is reading?  Do I just leave it because it's just not worth pursuing?  Does this happen a lot?  Is this the way blogging works?

At the very least, I'm writing this entry to let people know that my content is ORIGINAL and MINE!  It may be crap, but it's my crap... and I love and apparently have issues with other people stealing my crap.

Here's a screen shot incase he gets a bug up his ass to take it down.


Tuesday, November 15, 2005

If you haven't already, please read part I first.

After sleeping for only a few hours, my wife and I awake, not to the alarm clock which Nikki had set but to a static noise the alarm clock made about 30 minutes after the fact.  So we're up!  Luckily, her father calls -he slept in too, whew.  After getting ready, we go down stairs and eat breakfast; this time, we get the buffet.

Now, for those of you who haven't done a buffet in Vegas this is what you can expect.  Picture 100 to 200 hung over, sleep deprived vacationers who look nothing alike, lining up like cattle almost pushing and shoving because they think the food is goind to run out any second.  Of course, the food never runs out, one thing Vegas wants is you to be happy; happy people like to gamble.  I mentioned how nobody looked alike, what I mean by this is well, if you go outside and walk around your town/city, people have a certain look like they belong.  Because Vegas is 90% out-of-towners, that look is gone.  While this isn't bad, you do see some really ugly people stuck in different eras.  This one guy I saw was stuck in the 80's.  Bad big hair, horizontally striped shrit tucked into acid washed jeans.  Good lord, I want to know where this one came from because they need help, I'm sure the entire town looks like that.  Back to breakfast.  We thoroughly stuff ourselves on the fare and proceed to venture outside, into the light.

Wow, was it bright there in Vegas.  You have to realize, we're from Portland and it's been cold and rainy for the past couple of weeks, so walking outside to a cloudless, bright, sunny, warm day was a nice feeling... albeit, a bit blinding.  We decide that we want to go to the Bellagio, Paris, and then the Wynn casinos.  Nikki and I are the only, oh, how do I put this, non-seniors, of the group so we're up for walking the distance on the strip.  Luckily, Margie is in pretty good shape and likes to exercise so she's up for walking.  Neal, as you remember, is on wheels.  Unfortunately, Ed (Nikki’s dad) was none too happy.  We tried to catch one of the busses up but they seemed to be lagging so we just started walking.

Honestly, I've never really walked around in Vegas during the day.  Oh sure, I've been there at night before and always took taxis too and from the hotels.  I must admit, it was nice.  It also makes you appreciate how spread out everything is.  Walking from one casino to the next can be quite a trek, they're on acres of land and they are not small.  So, we all thought the Bellagio wasn't too far away, hell, we could see it.  But don't be fooled, like a mirage in the dessert, it kept eluding us.  Poor Ed was bitching the entire time because he had done this exact same walk yesterday.  The nice sun, wasn't so nice 30 minutes into the walk.  Due to the heat and the sun even I was trying to find shade and the occasional oasis to give nourishment to me and my imaginary friend who joined us 10 minutes into the walk -heats a bitch.

Finally, the Bellagio is within reach, again, just like every intersection we came to but this time it was true.  We entered the mall there, I forget the name, which housed all the places we shouldn't shop at; Prada, Tiffanys, Cartier, etc.  Of course, this is EXACTLY what my wife has been waiting for.  Like a kid in a candy store, her eyes light up and money seems to be aplenty.  I indulge her and we go where she wants and look around.  Of course, her father doesn't seem to understand and just wants to get thru the mall not realizing that that's where we were heading to all along.  Luckily for my wallet, Nikki doesn't buy anything... although she did find a nice little Prada wallet for only $110 -she passed though, good girl honey.

After the Bellagio and the mall, we cross the street to Paris.  Now, one thing I should note is that we're trying to catch the lunch buffet at Wynns before 3pm, because after that the price doubles for dinner and if you're in you're in.  So 3pm is the target time.  Ed, sensing that we won't make it, is trying to convince us to go back to Wynns, THEN go to Paris.  Sounds good but you have to realize that Paris is just across the street, while Wynns is about 6 to 7 blocks down.  We're not buying it.  So off to Paris for a quick walk around.  Then we caught a bus to Wynns.

Another buffet, in one day... my stomach was not happy with me but let me slide due to how good the food was at this buffet.  For those who haven't been, Wynns buffet was quite possibly the nicest and fanciest buffet I've ever been too.  Although my wife and I aren't that hungry, we know that we need to eat because it'll be our last meal there before we start our trip back.  Neal ate so frickin' much, I seriously think the casino took a loss that night.  That didn't surprise me, what did surprise me was that Margie at almost as much!  She couldn't have been more than 100 lbs!  Where the hell did it go?

After that we played some slots and did some gift shopping for us and Ty & Bernie (friends of ours who watched one of our dogs -Brian).  We got back to Circus Circus and had to say our good byes.  Nikki’s family was nice, loud, and a bit obnoxious but they were truly good people and I'm glad they were all those things and I'm glad to have finally met them.

Now, we pull out of the parking lot and within 100 feet, we're lost!  Yup, we took another wrong turn, fuck.  We drove about 3 miles down, come back go about 2 miles in another wrong direction just to head back to where we started almost 30 minutes later to find that we should've turned right, THEN left instead of just left.  I'm driving so I'm getting frustrated and we finally find the rent-a-car place almost an hour after we leave.  We get out of the car, and look and I shit you not, we could see the strip and Circus Circus and they looked so damn close.  Fuckin A!

We then get to the airport, not late, and check in and the lady behind the counter says that the flight has been overbooked and is looking for volunteers to give up there seats and take a later flight.  In agreeing, we would get 2 free round trip tickets to anywhere in the country, Canada or Mexico.  HELL YEAH, we say.  We have to go to the plane because there is a chance we wouldn't get it but we were numbers 3 & 4 on the list so we had a good chance.  Going thru security, my wife was selected.  Oh yes, she got the super deluxe search.  Funny, she kept walking up to the next point in the screening and smiling saying "I've been selected for the strip search".  Too much, I just laughed.  She goes one way, I empty my pockets go thru the metal detector and set it off... so, they redirect me and next thing you know, I'm next to my wife -we got to keep our clothes on.  Batteries!  I left batteries for the camera in my pocket, dumbass!  

We finally get thru, get to the plane and sure enough, we got bumped to the later flight, 2 free round trip tickets and the coupe de gras, upgraded to first class.  Unfortunately, we were so tired and the seats in first class were soooooo comfortable we both slept home.  We got to enjoy first class for a bit, her coffee and Baileys, me red wine. 

A perfect end to our spontaneous, one day adventure.

Monday, November 14, 2005

As many of you know, my wife and I recently went to Las Vegas to surprise her father who was visiting the city of sin for a week with his sister and her husband.  Getting to the airport, hopping on the plane, and arriving in Las Vegas went off without a hitch.  Upon arriving to McCarran International Airport at around midnight (we arrived about 30 minutes late) we picked up the rent-a-car (a very nice blue Dodge Stratus) and proceeded to take our first wrong turn of the trip.  I say this because we were very turned around and it seemed that every time I turned a corner, it was in the wrong direction.  Ironically though, the wrong turn we took at first put us at the North end of the strip, so we weren't really lost and we rather liked the drive.  The only problem is that we had to drive down the entire strip because Circus Circus was at the opposite end.  I wouldn't even classify it as problematic but by going this route, we hit a bit of traffic.  Have you ever driven the strip at midnight?  Then you know what I'm talking about.  

Before I continue, I should mention that before leaving Portland Nikki found out that her father, aunt, and uncle were going to a show at around 9pm and leaving at 11:30pm.  Why is this important?  Our plane was scheduled to land at 11:30pm, what timing we thought.  We half expected to see them in the lobby gambling when we arrived.  

So, we're about 30 minutes late and on the complete other side of the strip than we needed to be.  At this point, Nikki decided to call her father to see where he was.  Since we were a bit late, we were worried that we'd miss them.  Her father was still up, but he and Aunt Margie were just about to go to sleep.  We had to do something because we were only minutes away... and damnit if I couldn't find the hotel.  It's a frickin' circus, how hard could it be to find?  I was sure that it would be the gaudiest thing on the strip.  I was getting frustrated because I can't find it, and Nikki was on the phone unable to help me locate it.  She hangs up with her fatehr and says that she'll call him right back.  We discussed it and decided that we had to tell them right away.  She does just that.  She tells her father not to go to bed but rather to go down to the lobby because we were a few minutes away... that we were in VEGAS!  He immediately got up, went next door to tell his sister that we were there.  I couldn't be more serious when I say that I actually heard her screaming thru the cell phone that was 3 feet away from me in my wife’s hand pressed hard against her ear... she was apparently excited.

We finally found Circus Circus (just as gaudy as I imagined) pull up to the front and valet the car... why not right?  Well, the fucking valet proceeds to tell me that check in was located in the back and that I'd have to drive around there.  Apparently valet parking lot one isn't connected with valet parking lot 2 and since they're union, it isn't going to change.  Yeah, that makes total sense!  So, I don't argue and tell my wife to go find the family while I go pull around back and check in.  I get our room and get a map to find the front of the casino, yes, you read that right.  Casino are never built for easy navigation, while you're looking for your way out to see the sun and breathe relatively clean air, you get lost and have to stop and put coins in a slot while you look around for a door so you don't look like an idiot walking around in circles afraid to ask for directions.  Hint, that's how the casinos make 70% of their money -lost patrons.  So, I proceed to walk in the direction the map says and there they are.  Being smarter than I and knowing the layout of the casino already, they came to meet me... whew that was a relief.  

Nikkis aunt, Margie, was not at all like I imagined.  She was very vivacious, loud (in a good way), and laughed.. a lot.  Her uncle was no where to be found though.  According to Margie, Neal was playing poker over at the Riveria.  So hey, we all decide to go and surprise him.  Now, on the way over, Margie states that they have "Neals on Wheels" here in Vegas.  What?  Apparently, Neal, being a big man and a bit older than Margie, had a little cart that he drove around in hence, Neals on Wheels.  We met and thoroughly surprised him as you'd expect.  Neal, like Margie, is loud but his voice carries farther.  

After finally meeting the clan and surprising them all, my wife and were HIGH.  We'd been stressing over how it would play out, if we'd find them, and how they'd react.  Now that it was over, we were up and we began to realize that we were hungry.  Where do you go in Vegas if you're hungry?  That’s' right, a buffet.  We tried to go the one in the Riveria but we had to pay for everybody even though Nikki and I would be the only ones eating.  Not wanting to give the casinos anymore than we had to if there wasn't some chance of winning at least a dollar, we opted to go back to Circus Circus and eat there.  Not a buffet but a greasy, cheap, big breakfast.

After that we decided to go to bed, it was after all 3am.

I'll stop there and finish up our adventure tomorrow... I need to get back to work and I'm sure you're about 3 seconds from falling asleep.
Saturday, November 12, 2005

Vegas was great.  Met more of my wifes family, we're up to 3 now... takin' it slow.  We had to tell her father while we were en route to the hotel due to the fact that everyone was going to sleep.  They were still surprised and we all had a great time.

Didn't gamble much, so we didn't lose much.

Didn't have time to blog unfortunately because we had so few hours to spend together.  Didn't blog Friday because I slept most of the day.  I guess some of you are getting antsy to hear details so I'm writing a quick summary because I just don't feel like writing all night.

Voluntarily gave up seats on plane back for 2 free round trip tickets plus first class upgrade.

Didn't go to work Friday because I got home at 3am, and I usually get up for work at 5:45am... do the math.

When I have more time, I'll write a more detailed version of our trip.
Wednesday, November 09, 2005

For a day yes but it's still Vegas, where the casinos never close and they serve drinks 24 hours a day.

For those not in the know, my wife's father is in Las Vegas for a week and we're going to surprise him by just showing up (I talked about when we were having problems getting the tickets).  The anticipation is growing because we're not sure how we're going to actually do the surprise.  Basically, we know his room number and our plan (very loose at this point) is to show up at his door around midnight tonight and just knock, perhaps even saying "housekeeping" to throw him off.  "What the fuck is housekeeping doing here at midnight", said Ed as he stumbles out of bed half asleep like acting like a drunk teenager who's parents are knocking at the door, looking for weed... come on, we've all been there.

But we're also anticipating seeing him in the lobby when we arrive (we've heard that he's been staying out late, Ed, you devil) and if this happens, we're thinking that I should just walk over there, stand next to him and ask him how his stay is going (as if I were an employee of the casino).  If I'm not too nervous and if this does present itself, we're wondering how long it'll take him to recognize me.  I'm his frickin' son-in-law, how could he not notice me... I'm merely a year or so away from bumping my wife out of the number 1 favorite slot (sorry honey)?  Well, since this is so out of context and he's not expecting it, we strongly feel that it'll take him a minute... actually, I'm kind of hoping for it.

No matter how it plays out, Ed is going to shit his pants when he finds out we're there; I just hope the casino will clean that up... "Clean up near the slot machines please, clean up near the slot machines.  Another father crapped his pants due to family surprising him in the lobby." (I'm sure it happens more than you think)

And yes, we will be blogging from Sin City... have laptop, will blog!


Monday, November 07, 2005

This is a nice little gem I found while perusing ComputerZen

I've been out-of-blog (similar to out-of-touch but with blogs) for almost a week now.  While getting back into the swing of things, I went to one of my favorite tech blogs, ComputerZen.com, and noticed Scotts entry on a FireFox extension that embeds an IE window within a FireFox tab via the context menu. 

To things I've noticed within the first 5 minutes of using:
  • Tabbing around a form doesn't seem to work, and
  • Typing in a url in a Tab that is already IE embedded reverts that tab back to FireFox.
Both minor in my opinion but worth noting.

Other than that, I, being a web developer, look forward to using this.  Thanks to PCMan (Hong Jen Yee) for creating this.

Down load it here from Mozilla.
https://addons.mozilla.org/extensions/moreinfo.php?application=firefox&id=1419

If you're using Firefox 1.0.x, you have to install an additional package from the following link to make it work. http://downloads.mozdev.org/ietab/ietab_plugin-1.0.3.xpi

UPDATE: For those of us who use IE and Mozilla for web designing & layout purposes, this isn't 100%.  For the most part, all is good but <fieldsets />; don't render properly (see this site: www.bit-shift.com, in IE and IE embedded - you'll notice a difference.) and if that is the case, there might be other tags/css that don't render properly.  My suggestion for web developers; keep using the actual browsers for referencing layout.

Actually, since my wife and I are going to Vegas this week, the title should be "Is it Wednesday yet?".
Thursday, November 03, 2005

Why do I have to get stuck behind the guy who HAS to drive the speed limit, fully stops at every stop sign, and brakes when the light turns yellow?  The average drive to work, 30 minutes for me, turned into a 45 minute trip because this guy was apparently going the same route I was taking.  I know its raining out but it isn't that bad and the roads are not slick, you can drive at a normal pace people.
Wednesday, November 02, 2005

My lovely wife is a daddy's girl, she knows it, I know it, her father knows it, and I believe complete strangers know it.  More to the point, she talks to her father, who lives in Pittsburgh, PA, on an almost daily basis; the night before Halloween was no exception.  As she was talking to her father that night, he relayed a secret to her that he had been keeping for a couple weeks.  Does he have a girlfriend, my mind wondered?  No, he's going to Las Vegas in a week with his sister, my Aunt-in-law.  Congrats Ed, I thought, pull a slot handle for me.  My wife, on the other hand, had plans of her own.  Oh yes, since he's going to be near us (as if 1500 miles is near, nearer than Pittsburgh I guess) we HAVE to go, even if it's just for a day.  After some talking and a day to think about it, I agreed to it.  Now all we needed to do was book a flight and get a room.  

Using Expedia, my wife found a flight leaving at 9:30pm PST 11/9 and returning 11:30pm PST for around $474 and change.  Great!  Along with the room at Circus Circus (not my first choice but that's where the family is staying) it's affordable and doable.  So we go to checkout, give them our credit card info and submit but to our dismay, the confirmation screen said that the price had changed to around $686 and change -WTF!  Well, we figured user error so we did it all over again.  The searches yielded the same price and we checked out again but no go.  Again, it prompted us to accept the new price.  Well, perhaps its a glitch and a customer service representative can help.  As you can imagine the Expedia representative couldn't help us, she stated that the prices in the system were being updated and that the new price was the right price.  I, being a web developer, didn't buy it.  In my personal opinion, I think it was a lame excuse by a not-so-savvy person.  Honestly, I'm sure she didn't even work at Expedia.  As big corporations do sometimes, they farm out customer service calls to an outside agency where they have a list of 10 lame excuses to give people when they call so that they don't have to do any real work.

Back to the point, I immediately say "fuck that, Expedia can blow me!" and pull up Orbitz.  Personally, I like Orbitz and use it more often than not.  Through them, I find the EXACT same flight, there and back, for $471 and change ($3 cheaper, hehe), proceed to checkout and viola, we have our confirmation and e-tickets for the price quoted -the way it's supposed to work!

After an hour at the laptop and a beer-and-a-half later, we got what we were quoted and my wife and I are GOING TO VEGAS BABY!  WOO HOO!  Even if it is just for a day, it's still a needed break for us both and a full day away from our pets.

Thank you Orbitz, you saved the day. 


Fuck you Expedia, you suck!


Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Last night, after almost 2 years living in our house and our second Halloween there, we got trick-or-treaters.  Granted, there were only 4 of them but we got some.  As you scratch your head wondering why this is exciting you have to understand that we live at the end of a cul-de-sac on the bottom of a steep hill of which you have to go up a steep hill to get to -so we don't get many kids on Halloween.  Not that it matters because my wife and I still decorate our porch (we were the only one on our block to do so this year), still buy lots of candy, carve pumpkins, and have a blast doing it (read my wifes version) -we call it a party of 2.  Any holiday or special event we can have fun doing it by ourselves.  Like masturbation, we're self gratifying.

Now, I have to do inventory and perhaps even call in an independent auditor but almost all of our candy is gone... those 4 little fuckers wiped us out!  I tease of course.