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Journal Journal: Theatre ... the final frontier 3

Well, I am an active boycotter of movies. Since my senior year in High school (a decade ago) I've seen the following movies in the theatre:
     

Grumpy Old Men

     

PCU (twice)

     

3 Musketeers

     

SW:EP1 (was forced to while visiting friends)

     

Gladiator (forced to by the groom of a wedding party I was in).

     

As Good As It Gets (forced to by then fiance)

     

Happily Ever After (same ex-fiance)

Well, after all this time, I am breaking down. I've finally seen previews for a movie that I want to see. I think might actually be worth $7 and that I don't mind funding.

So, on Thursday, barring any unforseen circumstances, I will be going to the new local theatres and seeing Miracle.

-Ab

Quake

Journal Journal: lock and load 4

So Billy Gates is getting knighted by the queen of England. That puts him in company with many other famous 'warriors'. A knight is traditionally a warrior of the country. The commanders in the army. I say we go bomb London next. All they have to defend themselves these days is 2 computer nerds (Gates & Berners-Lee), a flamboyant fag in rhinestone glasses (John), Batman's butler (Caine), a burnt out 60 year old rockstar with a bigger sex drive than me (Jagger), an insect (McCartney), and a pudgy ex-mayor (Guilliani). How does that compare to a bunker buster or a M.O.A.B.?

On the other side, they do have 2 of the greatest spies ever (Connery & Moore) and a man with the combined power of Gandalf and Magneto (McKellen). That could be problematic.

-Ab

Debian

Journal Journal: failed experiment, take 2 5

Well, I installed Debian a while ago and it was a bust. I got it installed fine, but I haven't been able to get the goddamn mouse to work in KDE or Gnome. I've used Xfree86 over and over to know avail. I've got 6 different mice ranging from 2 to 3 buttons; some with scroll wheels, some without. Some are serial, some USB, some PS/2.

sooo ... I'm giving up. Any suggestions for another flavor of linux to try that might take any of my mice? I have preconceived notions against SuSe and Mandrake, but if anyone's had some real good experiences with them, I'm willing to try. I basically want to learn on the system. I want to set up Apache, an email server, a MAME emulator and do some minor programming on it.

-Ab

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Journal Journal: so this is what death feels like (take 3) 10

Well, I nearly pulled it off for a 3rd time, dying, that is.

For those that don't know, I have a SEVERE allergy to peanuts. It is my kryptonite. The mere smell of ANYTHING with a peanut product in it makes me nauseous and weak. Actually eating them has been fatal (twice).

So, let's turn back the clock 24hrs and venture into the realm that is ceasing to live...

My secretary at work brought in a BIG box of mixed chocolate samplers for the office to share yesterday. It had approx. 200 choclates and a little roadmap to show what was filled with what. All kinds of stuff like cherry cordials, solid chocolate, coconut filled, caramels, maple chews, toffee, truffles and more. All chocolate covered.

Now, when I saw it in the morning, I took an almond nougat and wend back to my desk. I did a morning's worth of work (rare for me, as my job work-load really only warrants a part-time position, so when I have the work, I relish it).

At noon, I make my lunch (pulled pork sammich and a cup of soup) and grab a chocolate truffle. On my smoke break at 2:30 is when the trouble begins.

As allregic as I am to peanuts, I LOVE almonds. I can eat them by the pound. Now this sampler had chocolate covered almonds as well, but, they also had chocolate covered peanuts. Now, in their infinite wisdom, they put the compartments for both next to each other. I grabbed 1 chocolate covered nut (according to the map legand, the compartment it was in should have been an almond) and tentatively bit down. Oh, joyous rapture, it was an almond. So I grabbed a small handful (6-7) and went back to my desk.

I ate one more and got a phone call back from the tech support of a software I manage. They aren't the brightest people on earth[1]. The phone call took nearly an hour and didn't solve anything. After the call was over I took the 4-5 chocolate covered almonds I had left and popped them in my mouth as I walked to the kitchen to refill my water glass. I half chewed (basically enough to break the nuts open once, but not grind them down) and swallowed cause I need a drink.

This is when I realized something was really wrong. As soon as I swallowed, my tongue swelled to twice it's size. I could barely talk. My 'skin' lining my mouth dried up completely, yet I was drooling. The back of my throat (near the tonsils) also swelled and I could barely swallow. I realized right then and there that at least one of the nuts had been a chocolate covered peanut.

I ran back to my desk where I keep an emergency stash of benedryl. 6 pills later (approx 45 seconds) I'm starting to break out in hives. I have an inhaler from when I had asthma issues that I keep around in case of allergic attacks. I took 2 hits from it to try and keep my lungs open.

By this point my face is visibly swollen and my secretary (who was walking by) asked if I was alright. My tongue had become so swollen, my speech was uncomprehendable to her. I started to break out in hives all over my arms, and torso.

I ran to the soda machine down the hall and got a lemonade out of the machine. Now, I have a slight (very slight) allergy to citric acid, but in the event of a severe reaction, it does help reduce the swelling in the throat and hastens the digestion of the benedryl. Pure lemon juice is best, but, seeing as that wasn't available, I went with what I had.

It had been about 6 minutes since I had taken the benedryl/lemonade and I could already feel it acting. My pulse was over 110 beats per minute and I could feel my blood pressure dropping (light headed, nausous, ... trust me, I can tell ... it happens a lot). Half the office is at my desk now ande they're screaming to call the ambulance. I decline. One guy asks, "why not?" I say (in the best that I can), "Because it's too wate fo' them to do anything now. They can't give me any mo'e anti-histimine or it could stop my heawt. That has happened to me sevewe' times befo'e and it's no fun. Aww we can do is wait and hope the bened'y' takes effect in time."

Needless to say, it did. Today, I look like a strawberry and feel like I got hit by a truck. Every joint in my body aches and aches. I have a disgusting rash all over my arms and torso. The lining of my mouth and tongue is bright red and inflamed still Eating is a near impossible feat. Today is liquid diet day (feel your pain, Sol). I wish I still had some sick/vacation days left so I coulda stayed home.

I did see a doctor eventually. One of my co-workers ran accross the street to the allergist's (ironic and opportunistic, no?) and told a nurse what was happening. The doctor ran over with a full epi-shot (like in the movie pulp fiction when Uma Thurman ODs on heroin). The amount of benedryl I took prevented him from using it in anything but the most dire of circumstances, but also, in his words, probably saved my life. I have an appointment with him to have an allergy test done the first week of Februrary. I haven't had one done since I was 12, so it will be interesting to see if I outgrew any or developed any new ones.

There's one bright spot in this whole event. I seem to be growing out of the allergy. 5, 10, or 20 years ago, I'da been declared dead for the same thing almost instantly (for the 3rd time). My airways did not close off (as much or as quickly) as they have in past reactions. There may be hope for a normal life yet. One of these days, I may even get to try real fried rice.

-Ab

[1] Tech support boy actually said at one point, "I think your problem is in your script that you have the variable messagepassthrough instead of MessagePassThrough." Considering the script is in Perl, I told him (at a friend's urging on IM) that, "Oh, Perl isn't case sensitive if you import the Luser::Clue and Doc::RTFM modules." The tech support guy actually said, "We can't support you if you use 3rd party modules." Idiots.

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Journal Journal: What I did this past weekend ...

An essay written at the 6th grade level by Abm0raz.

I got up friday morning at 7:30am after getting off work at 3:30am the night before. I went to my day job as a programmer. I snuck out early at 4pm because I had a roller hockey game at 4:45. When I get there the goalie didn't show up, so I put on the pads. The girdle didn't fit and I didn't have a cup. We play two twenty minute periods. Just as the game starts, our goalie shows up. I play in goal the first 15 minutes until he is ready and let in 1 goal on 10 shots. He comes in and by the time I get my regular equipment on, the half is over. We are losing 3-0. In the second half, I score a goal, but they score 6 more and we lose 9-2.

I go home and shower. Then I meet my friend at a bar. We play in a beer pong tournament (24 teams). We suck ass the first game and lose to tow dorks that can't even hold a ball right. Then we get pissed off and run the loser's bracket. We get to the final game and choke. We lost by 1 cup. We don't get the $250 prize. We don't get the entry into the final torunament for the free trip to Cancun. We get a lousy free t-shirt. My credit card breaks fails to authorize and I have to cover my tab in cash. I am bitter.

We go back to my friend's place (my old place). THey are setting up for a party. Me and my friend bitch a lot and drink more. I am sitting on the porch and a lab-partner I had in college for 4 different classes walks by out of the blue (she is hot). This is totally random because I haven't seen her since she graduated 3 years ago. We go out for a picture of Monkeyboy (14 shots in a pitcher for $10). Then I leave and goto my friend's band.

This bar killed someone last weekend[1], so I can't get in for free. They have to follow the rules and even the regulars have to wait in line and pay cover. I am more pissed. After 35min waiting in line, I get in, buy a picture and 5 shots. I don't remember leaving nor anything else till further notice. I didn't close my tab. The bartender is a good friend of mine, so he didn't screw me.

I went back to my old place to the party. There is someone haveing sex on the couch while everyone else cheers. I go have a beer. I play some more beer pong. I find someone else having sex in the shower. I steal their clothes and throw them on the front lawn. I am later informed that noone was having sex in the shower and that the guy who was showering is pissed. I talk 3 freshman girls into allowing me to judge who's boobs are nicer.

[lots of gray area as to little witnesses to tell me what happened]

I wake up in my bed at noon, 8 blocks away. Feet bloody and shoes missing. [Memory returns]. I shower and goto work as a bouncer from 1-7. Penn State loses. We are all bummed.

I go home and sleep. I wake up at midnight. I go back to the bar where I forgot to close my tab and get my credit card back. I go back to my old place and get a standing ovation when I walk in. They recount my memory for me. Apparently I poured beer on the people having sex on the couch and shouted, "If I had a hose, i'd use that!" No more alcohol for me. I find out that my shoes are in someone's room and noone knows when I left the night before, but it was after 5am. I pick up the guitar and start playing. One of the freshman girls is there again. She won the nicest boob contest. She asked me if I know how she got the bruise on her arm (about 2" diameter, purple) or the one on her right ass-cheek (the ENTIRE ass cheek). I joke and tell her I was too drunk and kept missing the hole. She flips me off. I play some more guitar.

I go home and play some poker on-line. I lose $20 then I goto bed at 3am.

I wake up on Sunday at noon. I clean my apartment. At 3, I go into my programming job to do 45 minutes of work. I realize the Steeler game is on at 4pm. I drive home (2 miles). I decide that I need milk on the way home. I make a right turn into a supermarket. There is a small oil spill in the intersection that I didn't see. I hit a mini-van full of Ukrainian immigrants (Husband, Wife, Mother, Mother-inlaw, 4 kids). I was doing under 3mph when final impact occurs. I bust my turn signal light[1] and leave a 3" dent in his car. He is freaking out, "What? You no have brake?!" When 2 older gentlemen come over and say the same thing happened to them not more than 3 minutes earlier. I look down and there are more broken lens covers 5' away. The ukrainian guy calms down. We move our vehicles over to where the other guys are. We call the cops. He shows up and slides through the intersection. He declares no-fault. Another wreck occurs before we leave.

I get my milk and go watch the second half of the Steeler game. I get called off my 10pm-3am night shift. I play some poker for 5hrs. I lose $4. I goto bed.

And that's what I did last weekend.

-Ab

[1] some drunk kid decided he was going to piss on the back door of the bar. When the bouncers came out to say something, his drunk(er) buddy rushed one of them and punch a bouncer. The bouncers tackled him and called the cops. In a freak accident, the kid died. There were no marks of trauma on him. No signs of suffication or internal injuries. Toxicology reports are pending.

[2] I broke this same lens on my car almost a year ago to the day less than 2 blocks away. It took 8 months to find a replacement. That replacement came from halfway accross the nation. Basically, the part doesn't exist anymore. This little 3mph fender bender has effectively totalled my car :(

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Journal Journal: Fsck lawyers 6

ok, bare with me, this could use a little explinations. Setting the background:

background info #1: I have bad eyes. Very bad eyes. Uncorrected, I'm near legally blind (as is my dad). My left eye has a visual angle of -10.5 (nearsighted 210/20), and my right eye is -7.5 (nearsighted 150/20) with a 170degree astigmatism. I also have detached retinas, severely colorblind, and am highly light sensative (SDPC hint).

Background info #2: I work as an engineer for a consulting company. My dad has worked for the same company in a different office on the other side of the state (we have 12 offices all over the eastern US). When I was covered under his optical insurance as recently as 2 years ago, I got one visit per year and either 1 years worth of contacts or 1 pair of glasses each year. Now that I have my own insurance (same company, same policy, just in my name), I'm only eligible for check-ups and corrective lenses every other year. Supposedly, this is because children's eyes change more often than adults and if a parent is covering a child, they must be kids.

background info #3: Last November, I visited my 5yr old godchild and while I was sleeping, she took my glasses to play pretend with and broke them.

background info #4: I've had past occurances of eye infections, including one so severe I had to have surgery.

Background info #5: I normally wear month disposable contacts. I've been out of contacts since last november. I've been wearing the same pair since my glasses got broke. This pair is now frayed at the edges and has visible deposits all over them.

Background info #6: I'm poor as all hell right now and have been for some time (my aforementioned job does not pay well).

Background info #7: I broke my nose this past saturday. I took a full out slapshot in the face from about 10 feet away during a hockey game. Blood everywhere. Nose is now shifted about 1/2" to the left and is still VERY VERY sore. both my eyes are black and painful as well.

ok, now ... onto the actual story. I finally have about $150 of credit available on my credit card. I called my eye doctor to get a new perscription to get contacts and he wouldn't write one because he was worried about liability of me not being checked first. If I pay for the appointment, I can't afford the contacts. Glasses are not an option because of my hockey (they'd shatter in under a week) and my nose is broke, I couldn't wear them if I wanted to.

So, because he's worried about being sued by fscking lawyers I have to wear a pair of monthly disposable contacts (that would be the same strength as what I would get new) that are a hotbed for infection, scratching my corneas, and causing callouses on the underside of my eyelids. My contacts are so shot that I have double vision in each INDIVIDUAL eye.

How come I can call an internet pharmacist and get a doctor who never met me to write a perscription for pain killers or viagra but I can't get a fsckin' pair of contacts from a doctor I know and have seen many times. I can't get a perscription that will help save other people (cause I do have to drive regularly in the city to get to work).

Fsck lawyers and their civil suits. I propose a new law that states "in civil cases, the laywer of the losing party will share the same decision as the losing party as well." This will not only clean out our court system, but really cut down on the number of frivolous cases as well. Or, how about, "A lawyer gets his first 2 years after passing the bar to practice law freely, after than he shouldn't need the practice any more and the losing lawyer in a civil case is banned from practicing law for 1 full year."

-Ab (written from about 6" from the screen)

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Journal Journal: where is the photo contest? 7

I know the URL. I'm wondering if there is a discussion board anywhere that people are talking about it? More of a discussion place to work out clues with other people.

-Ab

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Journal Journal: orphans ... 1

in reference to Em Emalb's tragic news yesterday, I was shocked to see how many other slashdotters were also abandoned by alcoholic parents. Growing up (even through college), I only ever really knew 1 other person that was similar. I wonder if there's something about slashdot that attracts people like us?

I know I have my own problems with addictive personality. This is the main reason I've decided to live alone and not have kids. (That and I'm one butt ugly fscker. Just check the FK photo contest :) ). I do like to drink (a lot when I do), but I am also a happy drunk. I'm generally a happy person. I usually have a smile on my face and though I'm often caustic, it's usually for a laugh. Now I have a rather large group of friends, something I'm not used to and adjusting to.

Ok, enough rambling. I only got 3hrs sleep last night and I'm having some trouble keeping my thoughs linearized.

-Ab

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Journal Journal: space travel 1

So, the chinese space traveller made it back safely to Earth. All this because the cosmonaut in the International Space Station ordered take-out. No word if he stiffed him on the tip. ;)

-Ab

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Journal Journal: New Poll .... (come back em!) 5

Today is national depression day. What's your favorite way to deal with depression?

  • A. Prozac
  • B. Read a book
  • C. Listen to shiney, happy, crapy music like Ween
  • D. Listen to apocolyptic, crappy metal music like Marilyn Manson
  • E. Make fun of Em's polls
  • F. Put a space in Fort Knox's name and watch him flip out.
  • G. pr0n, pr0n, and more pr0n
  • H. Get the ammo, load the AK, and go out and thin humanity's herd.

-Ab

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Journal Journal: Damn you, Slashcode and your 'features' 2

Ok, slashcode is a bit fscked up. I went to look at the YRO section and instead of links I got:

Your Headline Reader Has Been Banned
  You May Only Load Headlines Every 30 Minutes
  In 72 Hours, Your Ban Will Be Lifted
  Do Not Bother Contacting Us For 72 Hours

Ok, first, WTFSoF is a RSS headline reader? Ok, I guess it would read headlines, but I've never heard of it.

Second, Why the FSoF does it think I'm using one?

Third, Why the FSoF does it only affect the YRO section? Is my tinfoil hat too thick for Slashcode's mindcontrol waves to penetrate?

WTFSof (I love that term) :)

-Ab

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Journal Journal: Damn you Red Warrior ... 1

Your JE got me going ... I was going to post a huge thing here, but I managed to do it in your journal instead. Anyone that cares can read it here.

-Ab

ps. I was always partial to the green elf, myself.

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Journal Journal: Why are drunk(s/girls) so ... stupid? 1

So, I work in a bar as a bouncer 3-4 nights a week. Mainly for fun and so I don't spend $30/night getting hammered.[1] Some background info before I go into last night's events:

My town as a "Tavern Association" which the bars get together and self-regulate so the local gov't doesn't have to.

One of their rules is that you may not have liquor until 26hrs after you turn 21. Beer only for the night of your birthday (midnight-2am) and the entire next day (open-2am). This is a stupid reactionary rule to a girl that drank herself retarded several years ago.[2]

The sports bar I work for is not part of the Tavern Association. It is 1 of 2 that aren't (out of 31 bars in the town). So we just have to follow state liquor laws.

Our rules are:

  • 1. Big black "X" on each hand in permanent marker to signal they're 21."
  • 2. Must have a glass of water with them at ALL times.
  • 3. No more than 2 shots at the table at any time.
  • 4. You can't line up shots by having friends hold them and pound more than 2 at a time.
  • 5. No shot lists of what the birthday boy/girl has drank

We reserve the right to kick the entire party out at any time for the infractions on any individual[3]. With this in mind, there were 6 21st birthdays in the bar last night. One guy came inat midnight and had 8 (maybe more) shots by 12:30. He was standing by the bar and kept falling into people trying to get their drinks. I walked up to him and asked if he's alright. He fell into me and said, "I'm fine ... passshtered ... but fine."

I replied, "Sure you are buddy. Come on. Let's get your friends and tell them it's time for you to go."

At this point, a cute brunette who was in his party heard me and came up and tried to do the whole "rub my arm", "try to hold hands", "rub my leg", "Why are you kicking him out?" crap. I ignored her and worked on getting the drunk that couldn't stand on his own to the door. Halfway there she grabbed my wrist and tried to hold me back (I easily out weighed her by 2.5X) to the point she dug her fingernails into my wrists. I turned and said to "Let go, or you're going, too."

She held on and said, "but whyyyy?" So I let go of drunk boy and picked her up with one arm. In that instant, with my support to lean on, drunk boy fell flat on his face. I looked at her and said, "That's why."

The rest of their friends finally saw what was happening and helped me get drunk boy to the door and called a cab. Whiney girl was summarily thrown out as well. When she got pissed I simply replied, "My job is to throw out problematic people. You tried to prevent me from doing my job. That makes you a problem. Tits or no tits, you gotta go." Sometimes it feels good to remind the sluttly looking girls that looks can't always get them what they want.

Ok, that was stupid drunk girl #1. Stupid drunk girl #2, I picked up halfway through the incident, but was told what led up to it. She was on her birthday and was having trouble keeping her head up at 1:45am. One of the waitresses asked her if she'd like more water. Stupid Drunk Girl #2 (henceforth known as SDG2) said yes, then went to the bathroom with the water. Soon as she entered the bathroom, the waitress went in after her to make sure she wasn't puking. SDG2 said she was fine, and just needed to pee. 2 minutes later, another waitress came running out of the bathroom yelling for help. I ran in to see SDG2 passed out, slumped againstthe wall on the on the floor with the glass of water broken around her. Nicole (waitress #2) was frantic, saying she wasn't breathing. I shook SDG2 gently and tapped her face saying, "Wake up!" I tried that 2 or 3 times.

I laid her down and checked her pulse. It was there, rapid and faint. There was no perceptable movement in her chest for breathing and I could feel no breath from her lips or mouth. I smacked her face one last time yelling, "Wake up!" after getting beside to prepare mouth-to-mouth when she shot up to a sitting position (basically head-butting me) with a BIG gasp. She gasped a few times then said, "I'm fine." No lisp, no slur, no drawn out drunk speech at all. She stood up under he own power and started to walk away. She walked back towards her table in a straight line. It wasn't till she had to turn the corner that she wobbled again. By this time the manager had gotten there and we had her sit. Her friends came to the table (they had been playing pool) and we relayed the story. She (and her friends) refused an ambulance.

Far as we could tell, she passed out and knocked the wind out of herself when hitting the wall/sink. Thus ends a typical night at the SportsCafe Bar & Grill.

-Ab

  1. [1] I had a propensity to go out drinking 6 nights a week. I figured if I'm going to be in a bar, I might as well get paid for it.
  1. [2] A few years back, a girl got a .71 blood alcohol level. Death usually occurs around .4. She lived, but was severely brain damaged. She literally "drank herself retarded."
  1. [3] We're the only place that let's you do shots on your birthday. If you don't like our rules, go drink somewhere else. The other bar that's not part of the Tavern Association is an expensive speakeasy type bar that has a dress code and server $20 Martinis and $10 bottles of beer. In contrast, we serve $2-3 shots/mixed drinks and $2-3 23oz draught beers.
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Journal Journal: Finally, some hope for Slashdotters 11

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