Well, as you can see, my blog has changed appearances. I am now using WordPress. It’s all based off PHP and MySQL, so I am not relying on another company.

I stubbed my toe on someones computer. It was my pinky toe. A few days ago, I stubbed the toe right next to it. That computer it bad luck. I had to move it.

I am watching a movie on SciFi called Descent. Its funny, because its a low budget version of The Core. Luke Perry is such a dreamboat, isn’t he?

Well, I should get ready for tomorrow. I have to fix two computers, put on a whole lot of RJ-45 jacks. 100 to be exact. I also have 50 RJ-11 jacks. Thats a total of 1000 little wires that I have to punch down. “Fun times.”

Well, I’ve been getting a few things done around the house. Cleaning up a bit. For instance, a few weeks ago, I got my tower up. Its about 40 feet high. I left one section out. All I have on it so far is a satellite dish that I am not using. I want to put Wifi and CB type equipment on it, and eventual HAM.

I also extended out my porch with a piece that my parents had torn off of their porch. Inside the porch I put a workout bench thingy. There is still a huge old TV inside there. So if anyone wants a 60″ TV that has a poor picture, and inoperable speakers, please let me know. Because it needs to go away. You can also see that the floor paint wasn’t finished, so I need to take care of that when it dries out.

My next mission is the porch on my shed, and the inside of the shed. But that will come in due time (next weekend maybe).

A joke I read:

I like monkeys. The pet store was selling them for five cents a piece. I thought that odd since they were normally a couple thousand each. I decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. I bought 200. I like monkeys.

I took my 200 monkeys home. I have a big car. I let one drive. His name was Sigmund. He was retarded. In fact, none of them were really bright. They kept punching themselves in their genitals. I laughed. Then they punched my genitals. I stopped laughing.

I herded them into my room. They didn’t adapt very well to their new environment. They would screech, hurl themselves off of the couch at high speeds and slam into the wall. Although humorous at first, the spectacle lost its novelty halfway into its third hour.

Two hours later I found out why all the monkeys were so inexpensive: they all died. No apparent reason. They all just sorta’ dropped dead. Kinda’ like when you buy a goldfish and it dies five hours later. Damn cheap monkeys.

I didn’t know what to do. There were 200 dead monkeys lying all over my room, on the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase. It looked like I had 200 throw rugs.

I tried to flush one down the toilet. It didn’t work. It got stuck. Then I had one dead, wet monkey and 199 dead, dry monkeys.

I tried pretending that they were just stuffed animals. That worked for a while, that is until they began to decompose. It started to smell real bad.

I had to pee but there was a dead monkey in the toilet and I didn’t want to call the plumber. I was embarrassed.

I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them. Unfortunately there was only enough room for two monkeys at a time so I had to change them every 30 seconds. I also had to eat all the food in the freezer so it didn’t all go bad.

I tried burning them. Little did I know my bed was flammable. I had to extinguish the fire.

Then I had one dead, wet monkey in my toilet, two dead, frozen monkeys in my freezer, and 197 dead, charred monkeys in a pile on my bed. The odor wasn’t improving.

I became agitated at my inability to dispose of my monkeys and to use the bathroom. I severely beat one of my monkeys. I felt better.

I tried throwing them way but the garbage man said that the city wasn’t allowed to dispose of charred primates. I told him that I had a wet one. He couldn’t take that one either. I didn’t bother asking about the frozen ones.

finally arrived at a solution. I gave them out as Christmas gifts. My friends didn’t know quite what to say. They pretended that they like them but I could tell they were lying. Ingrates. So I punched them in the genitals.

I like monkeys

I currently have a total of 17 keys on my keychain. That is quite a few. There are also about 4 or 5 knicknacks on it. Its a lot to tote around. Today, I was at a Pix station, and my bill was $2.02. Naturally, I didn’t want to get $0.98 back, so I had to check for change, I pulled my keys out and set them out on the counter, and looked for change in my pockets. The girl at the register said “Wow. You have a lot of keys. Do you own your own business or something?” Somehow, because I have a lot of keys, that must mean I own a business. It was strange, but true! I almost walked out without my candy bar too, because she pulled it away from me to scan it, and I forgot to grab it as I walked out, but I went back to get it. Well, I must get going. I need to eat my supper, then get to bed, so I can get up at 4:30 in the morning to pick someone up at the airport. OH, and my wrists/palms hurt. I need some of those carpal tunnel wrist straps.

The A/C compressor in my truck is on its last… leg. For the last two weeks, its been grinding away, and the temperature gets warmer everyday. And the sun gets hotter every day. That is going to be a $400 expenditure. I don’t know if I can take the heat anymore… I need to clean out my truck so I can open both windows and not worry about stuff blowing out. Either that, or I need an extra set of tools to carry in my car so I can at least drive with the top down and get some air. And I need to go food shopping… things are getting sparce here in the house… maybe I will have to eat dog food. I need more time so I can go out food shopping, work on websites, go see friends who won’t talk to me, etc. Maybe I should finish that site tonight, then go visit Nathan.

Why is it that I tell customers 1 hour to do a set amount of work, but they insist on making appoints where they have to leave 15 minutes later. I just drove all the way out to someones house. I said I would be there at 5:30. I was running late, and got there at 5:50. Traffic, phone calls, etc. Regardless, I told the guy 1 hour. I get there, he is not there. I did not have his phone number with me. Phone numbers don’t last long in my recent calls list. I finally got a hold of him through a neighbor. He had a prior engagement. Therefore, he left me with 20 minutes to do the work, had I arrived on time. That is not 1 hour. Now he wants me to go out tonight, at 8:00. By the time I get back home, I’d be leaving again. Anyway, I am not going out tonight. I have other things that I have to do. BAAA.

Well, after two years of running like crap, my ’92 Mustang is running great again, even at 172,000 miles! Go America! For the longest time it hasn’t been running right. It had no power. Spark plugs would turn off. Well, one of my new clients is a car shop. I took it in for them to hook it up to the computer and help point me in the right direction. He said it just seemed to be the Mass Air Flow sensor, so he ordered one, put it in, and since then… well, I wish I could work out of my car now :) I got the part for free too, well, in exchange for removing a virus off of their computer and updating it and such. So I want to put some money into my car now. I need new headlights, new seats, new paint job, new trim and rubber. I just installed my XM radio in it this morning, with a Jensen MP5720XM. I know what you are thing, Jensen, that’s crap! Well, you can think that, but I got it for a great price ($120), and it was XM ready without a “Smart Digital Adapter” or whatever they call it. I just needed the XM tuner. This radio has the adapter built in, and all the XM controls built in. And it has an Aux input, and can play MP3 CD’s. I have the same one in my truck too. I also found out this morning when I activated my XM, that I have the online version too… free! So now I can listen at home. No more “Bill Heard’s Got Your Truck” for me!

I am watching a low budget movie on Sci-Fi. Its hilarious. I’ve once already seen the boom drop down into view. And just now, some guy landed in a plane, with a mustache, but as he slides out of the plane…. no more mustache. I guess the actor couldn’t REALLY fly a plane. Its Stephen King’s The Night Flier. You should check it out. Anyway, things have been busy, so I haven’t posted. But there is lots to tell, maybe I will tell you more later.

Verizon is a stupid company. I got a call this morning from a Verizon employee, from a Verizon phone number. He called me and asked me to remove him from my email list because I own electronerdz.com. He receives email from a non-existant address, “restarts@electronerdz.com.” I told him that anyone can send mail from any address they want. He said he works at Verizon, so he knows how email works. Anyway, he threatens legal actions for something I am not even doing. So I sent him a test message… from hisself to hisself. I guess now he is going to sue himself. I’ve told him to give me the email headers, but he still has not done so. So I told him how to do it, in the email program he is using. It will probably blow his mind that I know what email program he is using. So anyway, I called Verizon security, and lodged a complaint about him. Haven’t heard back from him yet.

Its been a long weekend. I have spend it washing clothes, washing the floor, scrounging for food, building boxes, and compiling out the ying yang. I have two brand new Dell servers here for a client, yet, I can’t get Linux installed on them. I need a driver disk… well, after many many hours, I finally have one that works, and does what it supposed to, but in the end, I still have the same problem. It isn’t installed yet. Tomorrow I must get up early to bring Amber to school and clean up for the electricians at a job site. Then I have to go to Orlando. I want to go to Bike Week on Tuesday, but Jessica won’t get back to me if she wants to go because her sister is in town. I don’t think she really wants to go though, and I don’t want to go by myself. I feel so alone. And Wednesday, I am going to my first baseball game with Nathan. Should be interesting. The rest of the week… I dunno… more compiling I guess. Oh, and hanging up the 4 loads of laundry on my bedroom floor.