Category Archives: All About Me

Been a while…

Running loads, not quite as hard as I could.  Things seem to slow down a bit on the weekends and I’ve plenty of time to get to where I’m going.  Conversely, that means I’m not getting as many miles as I could run.  Therefore, being paid by the mile, weekends are not as profitable for me.  But it beats sitting here on my ass doing nothing, like back in the old flatbedder days.

I managed to scrounge the power brick from the old laptop, it was the same brand and power output so I’m back online again.  Yea!  So I’ll just fly my Internet spaceships for a bit, then hit the rack.  I’m a bit tired from swapping from day to night and back again. 

Thank the Gawds for Melatonin!

My guts have been gurgling

and giving me trouble for the past few days now.  I’m back on the road, doing my business, but having to stop so many times is running me late.  I’ve just woke up to discover a beer load that I should have been up for a couple of hours ago. 

Shit.  I hate running nights.

I’ve successfully resisted the siren call of the Hipster Empire and have continued my thralldom to Google by the acquisition of a new Android phone, a Galaxy S3.  I also got a pretty solid case for it that should survive Armageddon, or at least being dropped from my pocket.  We’ll see…  Turned out my other phone was still under warranty and I’ve been paying for insurance, I’ll get that one back to use as a spare or to give out to one of the others whose cell bill I pay.


Running done for the night and finally putting away the InterWebToobs.  Now, lets catch up on some sleep!

I think the idea was

when I got home, I’d be able to replace my fucked up Samsung smartphone (still under contract) with a new one using an upgrade credit from one of my three other lines.  I’ve done this for many years now with no problem so today I went into WallyWorld, noticed that there were selling iPhone 4Ss for 97 cents (plus contract) and decided I’d break my long standing streak of using Android phones and jump on the Shit Happy Apple Bandwagon with both feet. 

But AT&T changed its rules and I can’t do that thing I did before.  OMFG!!!  I came THIS CLOSE to joining the Evil Hipster Empire!  Whew!

Thanks AT&T, you’re the best!

Anyways, the old rooted HTC Inspire is back in action and my Internet Pacifier is firmly plugged back in.  Joy!

Sitting at the Pilot

in Oak Creek, WI tonight, waiting for the Pilot WiFi folks to fix their connection so I might fly some Internet spaceships tonight.   Seems the local connection is fucked.  The support drone tells me he’ll set me up to bypass the login but it’s taking a while.  Heh, they just got back to me and I have free access for today.  Gotta like good customer service.

I might have loaded up on the Net from my cell phone but I dropped the sucker while I was getting back into my truck after time-at-home.  The "rugged" phone bounced off the fuel tank and impacted the asphalt with enough force to pop the waterproof cover off the back.  No damage to the screen and the thing worked for 2 days after that.  Then it would not charge anymore, making it totally fucking unusable.  Thanks Samsung.

Don’t have the money to get a new one yet so I’ll see if I can get one of the old android phones to work after I get home.  iPhone 4Ss are $29 at Wallyworld but I’ve not decided to get one yet. I’m still hemming and hawing, I most likely won’t get one.  The grandkids are slavering over the latest and greatest products from the Hipster Empire and are planning on getting the new one the instant it comes out.  The thing must shit gold, and therefore be so necessary to their existence.  I guess I’m just too old to see the attraction.

I miss my phone, I use the apps on there a lot more than I thought I did.  The truckstop app is very handy.  And being to log onto Eve Online whenever and wherever I got a cell connection.  I miss that.  And stupid Facebook. 

Got to get back onto my Electronic Leash before our Robotic Overlords discover I’m missing.  I’ve not see a decent LOLcat in days…


On Eve.  The Corporation is still at war, and now one of the corps of the alliance that wardecced us has declared war on us as well.  Fine, whatever.  I’ll just logon the alt and work missions.  He’s in need of an upgrade in his standings while he learns to fly the Retriever. 

Later Again…

Don’t mind me, I’m just testing out some simple word processors.  I’d like to find something that works easy and just generally stays out of my way.   A full screen interface would be nice too.  But so far I’m digging Jarte, a free program that uses WordPad as the engine.  Simple and easy.

A Little Brain Damage

Before Tuesday morning’s shower, I bent over to fix the bath mat and headbutted the towel rack, really solidly too. Now I have a triangular little divot in my forehead. Ouch!

I was more surprised than hurt so no big deal. I’ve a history of interacting with sharp or immoveable or sharp and immovable objects with my skull. If I were to shave my melon, it would probably look like a road map.

Another fun day fixing up the car, yesterday. This time it was relatively cheap but it could have been worse. The month before last it was engine sensors, last month it was the starter and the battery. When I was heading home from the truckstop, the car was wobbling severely. Oh great, the car hates me.

One rear tire was coming apart, the other was cupped badly. But, the were still all under warranty, so $70 for 4 new tires. Not bad, considering. 

We kinda need this old beast to keep running for a while and so far, repairs have cost less than new car payments. Let’s keep that up shall we?

Midnight Matinee, October 13th

OK, here’s what happened. I noticed the water rising in my bathtub and in the sink. The stopper was nowhere near the tub, so I watched helplessly as the level of the water rose to the rim of the tub and started falling over. This is gonna totally fuck up the carpet! I rush out of the bathroom, slam the door and look back to notice the water level is already two feet high on the glass walls of the bathroom. To the living room! I must save my guns and guitars, at least put them up on the furniture or something. Too late, I’m sloshing around on water to my knees and couch cushions and various detritus are floating past. I have a thought to open the front door to drain all the water from my house, (excellent idea!) and start to wade toward it.

Upon opening the front door, I hear terrible screaming and my friend (who looks very much like Bill Paxton when he had a bit part in the original Terminator movie, so that’s what I’ll call him) goes erratically sprinting through my yard, he’s holding his hands and all four fingers of his left hand have been sheared off and he’s understandable unhappy. Bill Paxton is making a ruckus, running in circles and holding his curiously blood-free stump of a hand, and is totally being a pain in the ass to two other people who are chasing him. A preppy dude (I’ll call him Chad), and a smarmy Eurotrash dude (whose name might as well be Felipe and I just know I’m gonna hate) who are trying to catch Bill Paxton to render him some assistance. I join the chase.

But good old Bill is having none of that. I’m guessing he’s not thinking too straight at the moment because of his recently missing four fingers and manages to knock down me, Chad and Felipe several times as he runs around in circles like the proverbial headless chicken. Chad and I gamely get back up and rejoin the chase, but all of a sudden Felipe is getting indignant because Bill Paxton keeps knocking Felipe down and so Felipe wants to kick the shit out of Bill instead of helping him out. It’s all Chad can do to keep the enraged Felipe from Bill Paxton’s ass and so Bill is not getting any help and is still screaming.

I kick Felipe in the back of the knees while hooking a thumb into his left nostril and wrap him up in a rather clever WWE type submission move and take him down. Now Chad can try to talk Bill Paxton into going into the house so he might lie down until we get an ambulance or something. So I’m on the ground with Felipe (and my thumb still wedged firmly into his left nostril), Chad has the understandably upset Bill Paxton calmed down just a bit and agreeable to going into the house. Of course, Felipe is still being a dick! Eurotrash scum…

Then a short blond girl I’ve never seen before comes upon the scene, whips out a pistol and screeching, fills Chad full of hot lead! Then I reached over most carefully and turned off the alarm clock built into my smart phone. Whew!

I almost always know when I’m dreaming and sometimes I can control these dreams, but usually its just more fun to sit back and watch the show. My mind can come up with the weirdest shit sometimes. This one reminded my of a Benny Hill episode crossed with Pulp Fiction, for some reason. I gotta stop eating chili, liberally dosed with hot sauce, before I go to bed…

I’m pretty sure…

I’m in a bit of  rut. Just doing the same things, day in and day out. Sleep, drive for hours, stop, eat, play a hour or two of Skyrim (or not) and then sleep. In the morning, rinse, repeat. I haven’t had the urge to do any photography, or much of anything else for that matter. I might work on my writing (as I am now) but just to express how bored I am? Who wants to read that? I’d write more but I’ve got to get my happy ass on the road to run, run, run. Sigh…

LATER: Be careful what you complain about, it usually comes back to bite you in the ass. My quick drop and hook pickup load turned into a six hour minor nuisance. First, I had to put the loaded trailer in a dock, “For a couple of pallets that just came in, half hour tops.” Two hours later, the load was finally complete and I drove the half mile to the CAT scale to get weighed. 4,000 lbs. over on the trailer tandems and no way to slide that will fix that. That takes skill right thar!

So my day came to an early halt, I’m bobtail in the truckstop so I might get my 10 hour break in. Now, off to bed. It’s been weird…