Lawyers, Guns and Money — That’s a great song. Too bad he only seems to be known for Werewolves of London. He wrote and performed a lot of great tunes.
“Send lawyers, guns, and money.
The shit has hit the fan.”
I don’t know what brought it on. Was it the absence of pickles on my sandwiches? Or maybe it was the idiot who seemed to take offense to the fact that I was in front of him on the road, thereby denying him his God-given right to do 50 in a 35 mph zone. (Riding my ass won’t help, ass wipe. I can slam on my brakes and sue you.)
Maybe it was something else entirely. Who knows for sure and what does it matter? BARF always seems to be churning inside and it doesn’t take much to start the flow. Usually, there’s a brief explosion, it flows for a while, and then I’m over it.
I guess I’m over the BARF now but my head is pounding like a jack hammer inside my skull. Maybe I’ll feel better after lunch. I should go to the bank but I don’t really feel like it. It can wait until tomorrow. What’s one more day without money?
Ich habe Kopfschmerzen. Roscoe genießt den glücklichen Platz, aber der glückliche Platz ist verboten.
I found a note I made concerning my genealogy research on July, 8, 2002 in which I said, “It looks as though I’ve found about as much information as I can on the Internet.” Little did I know, huh? At that time I had about 300 people entered into my tree. Now I’m approaching 3,000. And to think that my original intention was to go back three generations and learn all I could about my great grandparents. Then it took on a life of its own and became a never ending pastime.
Well, it’s late; I’d better get my tired ass off to bed. Maybe I’ll get a good night’s sleep for a change. You hear that, Roscoe?
Brown-Eyed Girl is probably my favorite song by Van Morrison. There’s a lot of fun imagery in the lyrics. I don’t think he’s related to Jim Morrison. Van is from Ireland and Jim was from Southern California.
There isn’t much to report today. I talked to my mother this morning and she sounded quite chipper. She enjoyed her sister Nancy’s visit and my dad enjoyed the meal she cooked for them. After all these months of eating his own cooking, it must have been a special treat.
I haven’t revisited my Harrison ancestry in a couple of days but today I made another crack in the Fleming ancestral wall. I finally found my 2nd great grandparents, James and Flora Fleming, in the 1900 census. I had suspected they would be in either Painesville or West Farmington. Suspecting the name may have been misspelled, I did a soundex search and they sprang up as the “Flemning” family. I never would have expected that spelling. Oh, they were in Painesville.
As much as I didn’t want to, I made the trip to West Carrollton to clean up my cubicle. it looks a lot neater than it has in a very long time. I wonder how long it will stay that way? At least a week because I have to keep it clean for open house activities. You never know who might actually want to see the IT department. It’ll be part of my tour on Saturday. I know everyone wants to see the real nerve center of Motoman. But I’m not going to attempt to bring order to the patch panel. You’ll be able to see our 32 servers, not counting those at our remote facilities. I figure that accounts for at least 8 or 10 more servers. Now keep in mind this is to support 435 employees in North America. I’m not even sure what they all do. It’s going to be a crazy week.
Now if I could just bring order to my refuge from the world. Are we talking Mission Impossible?
Norwegian Wood – The Beatles
This is another one of my favorite Beatles tunes — it appeals to the pyromaniac burning deep inside me. “And so, I lit the fire. Isn’t it good, Norwegian wood.”
“Beautiful plumage, the Norwegian Blue.” But, as we all know, the plumage don’t enter into it.
As another week draws to a close (and not a moment too soon), I find myself reflecting on how hungry I am and how much damage has been done today.
Gimme Shelter – The Rolling Stones
Catchy subject line, isn’t it? Feel free to use it; I don’t mind because I lifted it from the subject line of an e-mail I received. I think it’s a paraphrasing of a line in the first Batman movie (Michael Keaton, not Adam West) where the Joker says to Batman, “Ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?” I may not have it exactly right but I’m not going to watch the movie again just for that. I like the penguin version of it better.
Why is the last hour of the work day the longest? By four o’clock I’m totally drained of energy and all I really want to do is take a nap. For some reason, management seems to frown upon taking naps even though studies have shown naps increase productivity.
This evening I started going through my Harrison ancestry. It turns out that I had ancestors on the Mayflower. That is so cool. But there’s a bit of bad news. I’m distantly related to George Bush through the same line. I think I may also be related to Bush through my Warren ancestors. You can’t pick your ancestors, can you?
American Woman – The Guess Who
Well, I am 50 and a half today. Or, using Jacob’s calculations, 5 1/2 (since I’ll be six on my next birthday). To be precise, I am 100011011101011 days old.
Sometimes I wonder if other people celebrate half-birthdays. It seems perfectly logical, especially for people who have birthdays near Christmas. They always seem to be cheated out of their special day so why not celebrate at the halfway point? I also wonder if anybody else calculates their age in binary.
I found a couple more boxes of diskettes last night and found several disks containing my college assignments, including my English courses. All I need to do now is convert them from WordPerfect to Word so I can read them. I also found unencrypted copies of those text files I alluded to in the previous entry.
Here’s a shopping tip. When buying a piece of equipment, say a Cable/DSL router for instance, you should avoid packages without shrink wrap. You should be especially suspicious if the piece of gear in said package is not in a bag and the cables are not wire-tied. It just might be restocked DOA equipment. Just trust me on this, okay?
Genealogically, I’m ecstatic this evening. I got an e-mail from the wife of a second cousin twice removed on the Harrison branch, which confirmed my suspicions that I had found my 3rd great grandfather Franklin Harrison in Erie County, PA in the 1850 census. To to top it off, she sent me his ancestry a little later on. Another brick wall comes tumbling down! It looks like I’ll be updating my tree this weekend.
Jack and Diane – John Mellencamp
“Oh yeah, life goes on
Long after the thrill of livin’ is gone.”
— John Mellencamp, Jack and Diane, American Fool
A minor wave of nostalgia swept over me last night. I read through Life as Lunch (sort of an anthology) and thought to myself, “Some of this is almost good.” I found some of my Wright State work from the remedial English class I had to take because in August 1993, I honestly couldn’t recall a day that ended too soon. I wonder where my work from English 101 and 102 is. I’m sure I have it on a disk somewhere. In those classes, I can only recall one moment of pseudo-brilliance — my essay on cartoons. I’d at least like to find that one.
I need to put my old DOS machine back together and find a place for it. That’s right, I said, “DOS.” You remember, the most stable operating system Microsoft ever produced. At least I need to find that encryption/decryption program I wrote for text files so I can make this file I have readable. Right now everything is shifted over 128 characters. At least I hope that’s the case.
Today is the day the federal government has set aside to honor Christopher Columbus, who opened up the New World to all the wonderful things it had been missing — exploitation, plundering, new diseases, and genocide on a massive scale. Thank you, Chris. We wouldn’t be where we are today if you hadn’t conned Queen Isabela into pawning the royal jewels to finance your trip.