Moving Daylink
When I got broadband, I knew this day would come, I just didn't know it was going
to be today:
My dial-up ISP does not allow uploads from other ISP's that are not carried on SSL.
Blog doesn't qualify, so if I want to upload using broadband I either have to buy
a secure FTP client or move the site to my new ISP. Moving is cheaper.
Ratlands is now here
(or at least it will be when I finish moving it tonight... maybe... if it goes well...)
by Cziltang
Posted: Saturday, April 23 2005 02:49:15 AM
Strange Nightslink
So I'm sitting here listening to "Thorazine Shuffle" from a Government
Mule concert I downloaded last night. I keep hearing the lyric:
Step right back and watch me now
I'll show you how it's done
Stay right
here with me now
Till the damage is done
Pretty much sums up my life for the past few weeks. The Head Rat is having some
kind of weird reoccurring muscle spasms which are both painful and frequent. Consequently,
she doesn't sleep much and that means she watches TV at night. Given that she has
significant hearing loss, there is a certain abundance of volume involved in the
process and so I don't sleep much either. I bought her a pair of wireless headphones
and hooked them up to the TV, thinking that that would be helpful. It does work
for a while, until she starts to doze off, her head drops and the ear cups get pushed
away from her head, giving me a much more intimate dose of the Soap Opera Network
than I am really comfortable with. Generally I wait a while and then try to remove
the headphones with the intent of turning them off and going to sleep, but that
usually wakes her up and we start the process again. It's kind of humorous now,
but at 4:00 a.m. on a Wednesday morning when I've got an 8:00 a.m. meeting it loses
some of its entertainment value. Still, I really can't complain too much. Me losing
sleep is minor compared to living your life never knowing when your limbs are going
to start spasming violently.
And its not like I don't have my own self-destructive tendencies. I am perfectly
capable of wrecking my own life without outside help, thank you very much. At least
I got over my gravitation toward chemically enhanced self-destruction a long time
ago. But on any given night I can still find 97 things to obsess about in the middle
of the night instead of sleeping, and while watching TV or surfing the net will
distract me for a time, in the end their main advantage over illicit substances
is only that they are legal.
But I really hadn't intended to sound like I was in some orgy of self-pity, because
I really don't feel that way about it. I had intended to talk about some of the
magical distractions I've found now that I took the plunge into the world of broadband.
I always stayed away from graphics-intensive web sites and music downloads when
I had dial-up because I'm not a patient guy (although there is a certain Zen-meditation
quality to the experience of watching the estimated length of time until a download
is completed gradually diminish). A few years ago I tried to download a Grateful
Dead concert. I started it at 10:00 at night and it was still downloading at 7:00
the next morning when I got up. That was pretty much the end of my concert downloading.
So I'm alternating between surfing and downloading on the one hand and trying to
figure out which driver it is that causes my system to crash when I'm trying to
click through newsgroup articles and RSS feeds on the other. I still haven't gotten
that one figured out, nor have I figured out why my system won't recognize the Ethernet
adapter I installed. (That would be the wired ethernet adapter I installed
after I discovered that I couldn't set up my wireless router without a wired connection
to the computer so the router can be configured before setting up the wireless network,
which currently makes my wireless adapter, as the British would say,"surplus
to requirements.") Thankfully, my modem has a USB port, so in spite of several
pieces of currently superfluous equipment, I am a broadband surfin' fool.
*****
Rat, Jr. introduced me to Foamy the Squirrel tonight. Foamy is found in a series
of animated cartoons at the Illwill
Press website. These are not cartoons for children, nor are they for the faint
of heart or the easily offended. They are vulgar, sick, twisted, rude, obnoxious,
socially unacceptable and, in my opinion, utterly delightful. "Coffehouse Propaganda,"
"Free your Mind," "Kevorkian Scarf," "Amityville Toaster,"
and "Medicated Baby-Heads" would be my personal favorites.
by Cziltang
Posted: Friday, April 22 2005 11:32:52 PM