08:27 – Although the official rainfall total for yesterday was 1.25 inches, we ended up getting 4.2 inches (10+ cm) at our house. I’ve lost track of how many times this year we’ve gotten a month’s worth of rain in one day. Charlotte got 12 inches (30+ cm) yesterday.
After all those nasty things I said about Netflix yesterday, they sent me an email to tell me that series two of Hell on Wheels was now available, so we watched the first episode last night. It’d been a month or so since we’d watched the last episode of series one, and it took us a few minutes to remember what had been going on. We had a similar experience recently with Inspector Lewis. We weren’t sure if we’d seen some of the episodes that Netflix had just made available, so we started watching one. Barbara couldn’t remember watching it at all. It seemed vaguely familiar to me, enough so that I knew we’d seen it but I couldn’t remember any of the details.
Barbara really, really doesn’t like re-runs. She hates re-watching a series even if she really liked it the first time. She hates re-reading a book, even if she really liked it the first time. I, on the other hand, much prefer re-watching a series I really liked or re-reading a book I really liked to trying a new one. They’re comfortable and familiar, like old friends. Watching or reading something new is like meeting new people, which I don’t like to do.
Barbara had commented that One Tree Hill, which we’re currently watching, reminded her of Everwood, which we both liked. So I suggested that, since we hadn’t watched Everwood in years, maybe we should pull out the discs, since neither of us would remember any details. That, and I want to watch Emily at age 14 again. Barbara said she didn’t want to watch it again, but I was welcome to watch it when she wasn’t home. I may do that, although it’d cut down on the time I’d have available for rewatching Amber in Heartland.
I’m not even a dog person but this pisses me off.
Well that sucks. I imagine he’ll be more careful choosing his friends and which ones take care of his dog/s while he gets however many more deployments to the Suck and/or the Sandbox. Damn.
76 here today and pahtly sunny. We can see the pier in its entirety again. More boats are out and about. Mrs. OFD back from lovely Philadelphia for ten whole days.
OFD, can you drop me an email? Your address from a year ago bounced.
steven dot furlong at gmail
Done.
73 here now and continued overcast; looks like it’s gonna rain any second but it’s looked like that all day. Warm breeze from the south end of the Lake.
Off to DMV tomorrow after the woodstove guy has been and gone; Mrs. OFD got herself a ’97 Mellow Yellow Saab convertible. Only 350 imported to CONUS back when. In pristine condition; garaged in bubble wrap every wintuh. Collector’s item eventually.
OFD, I haven’t received it yet. I didn’t include the .com part of my address. Did you? Other than that, I’ve checked the spam folder and it’s not there, either.
It’s in my Sent folder now as having gone out okey-dokey and it did not bounce. Try the All folder for laffs; sometimes stuff ends up there, too. And gmail recently futzed around with changes to how it does folders and composing new mail, too.
Someone posted this on Barbara’s blog:
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=10151729729611117
(Bet your cats couldn’t do this, OFD.)
Mrs. OFD got herself a ’97 Mellow Yellow Saab convertible
Drove past one of those today making the Dallas to Sugar Land run. The wife remarked that Santa Klaus and the missus were driving it. The dude’s beard was flopping in his face.
Cats R 2 smaht to bother doing tricks for stupid humans.
If Mrs. OFD had bought the convertible several years ago and we’d been driving around in it, my beard would have been flopping around, too; it was longer than General Longstreet’s at the time. Kept getting caught in seat belts so I trimmed it back bigtime.
As for the language police in Quebec, they can go pound sand; Mrs. OFD sez they come out with that shit on a regular basis and no one pays attention. It’s basically bilingual there and Noveau Brunswick is the only Canadian province that is officially bilingual. People use whichever percentage of whichever language works best under the circumstances; officious and arrogant bureaucrats be damned.
“Cats R 2 lazy and stupid to bother doing tricks for their long-suffering human slaves.”
There, fixed that for you.
OFD, it’s still not here, and I checked all of the folders and tabs. Odd.
Do you have the same ISP, whose name is two words beginning with ‘p’ and ‘f’ and the second word being singular? There might be a transient DNS glitch in part of the system: Gmail/Google bounced my message immediately, saying “DNS Error: Domain name not found”. Or, who knows, maybe someone at Google blacklisted your ISP through accident or malice. Or the DHS is blocking our no-doubt subversive conversation before it can even start. But that’s just ridiculous, of course. I mean, someone at Google making a mistake? Be real!
Try sending again, maybe? I sent to you a minute ago and it, too, bounced immediately, with the same error.
That old email address is defunct; we let our domain name lapse. I’ll try it again right now from my new one.
Sent one yesterday and one just now; neither one bounced back here.
Nope, nada. Nothing from you in Inbox (including the new gmail tabs) or Spam or Trash. Not in All Mail. Odd. Are you sure you spelled my name right? Despite what my wife says, the correct spelling is not s-t-u-p-i-d-a-s-s-h-o-l-e.
I stumbled across a job listing for an AIX engineer, a telecommute position. I was going to pass it along to you, in case your security clearance never ended. Let me know if you’re interested.
That is odd. Deuced odd. “steve.furlong@xxxxx.com” Still hasn’t bounced back to me here.
Security clearance now in tenth week and Feds are investigating me accordingly. If it don’t pan out, I’ll be back to the search process again. I’m not strong on AIX; mainly did backup support for those guys; my gig was RHEL sys admin plus net admin plus security admin. No cert as yet. The new gig they’re sweating me on is a Windoze shop, with AD and Exchange and all that crap. But more pay and bennies and three miles from the front door here.
As for email; Bob has my other email; I’d just post it here but who knows what evil lurks in the hahts of men, etc., etc. Bob, if you see this, not to bother you with middleman b.s., but you have my permission to send SteveF my other addy. I have no clue why my new email sends stuff out to him with no bounce-back and he doesn’t get it.
and three miles from the front door here.
At the current cost of gasoline and wear and tear on the old body, that is a tremendous benny. I am at 5 miles by road (1 mile by crow) from the office and it is awesome. Best commute that I have ever had. And gasoline cost is just going to go up as China approaches one billion drivers.
I am thinking of building a house on the back two acres of my land (the wife thinks that I am an idiot). Now that will be awesome, 200 feet to work. Plus a separate mancave with an air conditioned one lane shooting range (50 ft by 5 ft). The wife says “in your dreams bubba”.
OFD, my email address is steven.furlong, not steve.furlong. I think we’ve identified the problem. (The problem is Anthropogenic Global Warming, of course. It’s amazing how wide its reach is.)
Did I screw up? Again??? Jeez. What a maroon, as the old Bugs would say. The really psycho Bugs. Here we go again, stand by, Vampire State denizen.
OFD, my email address is steven.furlong, not steve.furlong. I think we’ve identified the problem.
I tried iufdbnibfviabvfiubfvih@gmail.com and got a bounce back immediately. So, gmail does still bounce to unknown email ids. Looks like steve.furlong got unsolicited email today.
We R all set now with the email; some dude got my two emails but did not reply and probably deleted them; they were harmless anyway. The other dude down in the Capital District of the Vampire State and I are all squared away now with our email; everyone can go back to their accustomed activities here, not to worry.
Er, right. Because I’m sure everyone was losing sleep over the problem of us not being able to contact each other. Unable to eat, wasting away, probably even losing their hair. (Though only scalp hair. Ear hair and back hair doubled in growth overnight.)
Because I’m sure everyone was losing sleep over the problem of us not being able to contact each other.
I can now rest easy now that the problem is solved.
Spent 2 hours in the ER last night. I really hate going to doctors so me going to the ER was serious. I was having issues with my heart. Seemed to be skipping beats.
Diagnosis as shown on the EKG is Premature Ventricular Contractions (PVC). Almost sounds like a sexual dysfunction. Apparently there is nothing that can be done and for the most part is harmless although extremely annoying.
I had a severe outbreak about 34 years ago. I was in the USAF and went to the closest emergency room in Baytown Texas (or somewhere around there). They bused me to the VA facility in Houston where a 15 second EKG was done and showed nothing. Of course it didn’t, they needed at least 16 seconds. VA wanted to keep me overnight but after seeing the condition of the facility I begged to be sent home.
Following Monday went to the RAFB hospital and had some tests. Their diagnosis was a prolapse heart valve. Lived with that over my head for 30 years. Then I had a radioactive stress test along with a sonic scan. Diagnosis was there was no prolapse and no other problems.
So last night I had another severe “attack”. Annoying as hell it is. Woke me up. Went to the ER, hooked up to an EKG, event happened while the Dr. was watching the scope. He said there is nothing to be done and it will not cause any problems. Resting heart beat is low 50’s. Dr. said if heart beat was higher, say in the low 80’s they would give me medicine but my current heart rate is so low that I don’t really want any medicine. Did I mention it is annoying as hell?
However, I may have a heart attack when I get the bill.
Jeez, Ray, that sucks. Mrs. OFD occasionally has heart issues; pounding away painfully in the middle of the night, related to other med issues, and not much anyone can do. Mine is the least of my worries so fah; everything else is falling apart, though.