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One thing that always annoyed me about my photo gallery is that to leave a comment you had to login to flickr.   This is all fine and good, but I wanted a bit more of control over those comments instead of sending you to another site.   I finally found that I could “hack” the plugin I was using to use Disqus, the same commenting engine I’m using on the rest of the site.

Does this mean you will actually leave any comments?   I don’t think that will change too much, but the overhead and change was so small I had to do it.   So if there was any pictures in the album that you wanted to comment on, now is your chance.   Something small, but a new feature to end the week on.

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About a month ago I sped read through Orson Scott Card’s Novel Ender in Exile.  I was really looking forward to this book, but it wasn’t what I expected and not necessarily what I wanted.  I really wanted Ender and Bean to meet up again, yet that isn’t what happens.   This book effectively takes place immediately after the end of Ender’s Game.  The main problem I have with Card jumping all over the place is it becomes a pain to tell someone which order to the read the books.

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How do you use your web statistics?   I’ve written that alot of people that visit my site need updated browsers and computers, but mostly I’m curious on where they going.   They are browsing around my site, but not to the content I want.

The content that is most read is the articles that don’t have much depth or they are social network invites.   You take what you can thought.   It is surprising watching how people found your site and what they are reading.   I recommend checking your web stat software regulary.

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First and foremost I don’t believe there is such a thing as sharing too much information.    That being said I want to control what I share, I also want to be aware of what is being seen, searched, and digested.   I will happily write about anything and everything in my life, even to the annoyance of friends, family, and of course readers who have to put up with my inanity.

I dislike however background checks, interview questions that deal with your personal life outside of work, and assumptions based on the findings of those two things.   What I do outside of work as long as it’s not illegal is none of our business.   It is my life and if it has no bearing on our company or business sector, then buzz of.  If you are so concerned about it subscribe to my RSS feed, I’m sure something on that subject will eventually arise.

During background checks I’ve been ask who my neighbors are.  I don’t know I’m not the neighborly type.  I don’t hang outside with a beer and play the “get to the know the neighbors routine” - just because they live in a geographic location adjacent to me doesn’t mean I want to know or hang out with them.  I’m a picky person on who I waste me time.   The ones that I do waste time with have some degree of amusement or I gain something from it.   My neighbors are not these people.  The simple answer is that maybe if I got to know them they would be.   That’s the rub and catch-22 now isn’t it.

The reason I’m writing about this is the fact I was talking about a background check with someone via e-mail the other day and she said that I shouldn’t worry about it, that her life is more interesting then mine.  She may be right.   That’s the not the point, I’m pretty in control and aware of what I write online, how I share, and how it’s reused.   Check out my lifestream page for m activities pulled and duplicated from many different services.   I spread my dataphonic seed across the blogosphere.

I’m aware and to an extent I’m in control.  It’s when information is forced from me in which I take issue with and will clam up.

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I’ve found that I don’t work well with draft posts.   I stare and stare at them and can’t get the effort to actually finish the post.   So if I do a draft it just stares at me, mocking me, wondering why I can’t finish it.   I punish myself and beat myself up over it.

Recently I’ve worked around this by writing weeks in advance.  If something timely comes in tat I want to write about, that doesn’t stop from writing about it then.  I do know that I have future posts waiting in the wings that will be automatically published.   By doing this it forces me to focus on the writing at the time, instead of coming up with an idea nd pushing it off to a later a date.

Can you work with drafts?

If so how do you stay and clean out those drafts regularly?

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I’m on the video game hunt again.  This time for Ikaruga for either the Gamecube or Dreamcast system.  I want the original packaging - manual is optional but completely preferred.   Until I find it enjoy some Youtube clips:

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Moving on with getting settled into my home I’m working hard at getting everything modernized as far as the home wiring goes.

The house we moved in has 95% ungrounded outlets, a terrible quality phone line, no network cabling and a terrible cable setup. Let’s start what I done so far. I started by starting to build a wiring closet in the basement. From here the end goal was to make sure everything is in a centralized location.

I was also running into issues with having so many computers Nd power strips and having all the plugs being two pronged. So far I’ve managed to change out 3 rooms to now having 3 prong outlets. The plugs are still ungrounded - but the physical plugs are cheaper then buying adapters or tearing the ground plug off the surge protectors. SO that is the start of the wiring nightmare. We have also ran into the fact that hte basement is on the same breaker as the basement. So if we ran the washer dryer and hte microwave at the same time the circuit would trip. SO we are re-running the washer dryer to be on their own breaker.

My centralized location for home cable was located on the outside of my house. Well now that I’m planning a wiring closet this just wasn’t going ot do. I’ve since brought all the co-zx termination points into the wiring closet and have a centralized location for adjustment at my finger tips.

Network cabling - so far I have do not have a good spot to get the network wiring where I want it through the house. I do have 3 network jacks prewired but I have about 10 mre to go, the further out the trickier the wiring.

Tommorow I’ll be running phone cable, it’s inconsistent quality by the previous owners but I should be fixing the as of tommorow.

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Went to Cedar Point at Saturday and we had a blasat. Probably the most fun as a group we have all had in over a decade. You never realize that visiting an amusement that was a big part of your day to life as a teenager would be such a trip down memory lane. Before I moved ot Oregon we always had season passes so it passed hte time and was the same old same old everytime we have visited.

Now I want a season pass again. Nuff said.

Some disappointing things though about the park - White water landing seems to be in the stages of deconstruction - I will miss that ride. I still miss the mill race and the pirate ride. Going back far enough I miss Kid Arthur’s court and the earthquake ride. Well life goes on.

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Talus, it was an odd place. How did I end up here? Why am I here? Why am I during personal introspection? That’s right I want to make a name for myself, a place in the universe that I can carve out on my own. I want to be Creeva Murkado.

I managed to get here with my friend Xie ‘Lanthia. We kind of ran away from home is the proper way to put it. I knew Xie from school and she was escaping a future that her parents had set forth for her. Now we were here and we were having the time of our lives.

We were exploring the seedier side of town, visiting the local cantina was quite an experience. We had been used to the finer things in life. A cantina, especially on a planet like Talus was an unheard of place for either of us to ever visit. The air smelled of burnt death sticks, that sickenly sweet smell that just hangs in the air and begs for you to inhale. The smoke stung the eyes at first but after a couple minutes they adjusted and were fine with haze hanging in the air. It was wonderful, exciting, and invigorating to be here away form the life and on my own.

As we were watching the band perform through their piece (a number they said they picked up from a band on Tatooine), a wookiee slitherhorn player asked us to join them. I fumbled through the words the best I could in galactic common that I had no training, no knowledge, and I had 2 left lekkus. Unfortunately for us, the wookiee noticed that we each had a slitherhorn with us. We had “borrowed” these from some classmates, the idea was that we could have something to pawn if we got stuck somewhere. Slowly we took them out; we knew better then to make a wookiee angry (at least at this point in our lives).

I was tepid at first, squeaking and squawking away. After a couple hours it started to come natural and I even learned a few dance steps from the local dancers. I could almost taste my life. This was one of the few times I had ever felt at complete peace within myself and I wanted more. The evening was growing late and the customers started drifting out.

The local entertainers told us that since there is less population on Talus that this is what happens, the patrons have a natural rhythm that makes them an organism all of their own style. I couldn’t stop; I didn’t want the night to end. I wanted to do this forever and I wanted capture and relive this moment for all of eternity I grabbed Xie by the arm as I rushed for the door and she slapped me. Thankfully she thought I was some weird Rodian that was trying to hit on her all night and slapped before she saw who it was.

I explained my plan, my dream, and hopefully our destiny. We headed to the local starport and went to see what flights were available. The last ship for the night was leaving in 15 minutes. We didn’t care where it went, it was just a place to move onto and according the tickets we bought as we were running for the shuttle. The place where we were headed was called Tyrena.

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