Archive for October, 2006

Casinos are full of woe

Pensioners, blue haired old people wieghed heavily upon by all the world’s woes, bent by the ravages of time and duty, playing fistful of dollars, over and over again to the delight of the Casino’s owners and employees. Next to them, the underwage, underpaid, fringe refuse of human society, wagering their souls and welfare checks in the pursuit of utter misery. Every single one of them dirty, smelling of spam and old socks.

The old people and the white trash (even if they aren’t white), these are the primary inhabitants of the casinos.

I got to see first hand just what the demographics are in places like that. Lights flashing, noises blaring and overwieght cocktail waitresses shoved into such small dresses, their hip fat is smooshed way up into fuller, rounder gazoombas.

Yucky. Very nice people though.

That is the one thing about casinos that suprised me. Lots of friendliness. As if the casino helps the grandma and granpas of the world forget for a few hours that their kids have forgotten them, and the nearly homeless forget that they are having it rough regardless of what they do. It was a dichotomy that I couldn’t quite grasp. The immensity of the casino, filled with so many people, so many diverse walks of life and duty. The employees, the patrons, the guards and the observer of it all.

Me.

I lost 20 bucks. After that, I learned some things about who frequents a casino and just what all those oppositely facing dichotomies. A casino is a pivot point for our society, a place where so many things balance in precarious opposition. The signs asking you not to gamble if you have a problem, but those people go unchecked. First name basis for frequent gamblers but they are met with smiles and comps. A fine line between compassion for the loss, while doing their job for the paycheck, the employees are the some of the greatest actors I have ever seen. The pit boss at the craps table was so warming and enjoyable, I almost fell for his shtick. But then I saw him talking to management and I saw the act in its prep stage.

So interesting. I could write book about it.

It is fascination all wrapped up in gaudy lights and assaults on the senses.

A very important lesson

In recent months, I have learned a very important lesson when it comes to staffing and hiring people.

1. Do not take personnel recommendations from people you know seriously. A grain of salt is required. A half-ton grain.

and…

2. First impressions really can pan out to be correct. Even if you know better, fight your own personal bias, and give every benefit of the doubt to an individual, some people really meet the expectations of the first impression. Which sucks. Because it makes you feel like a total ass and you can hear that little devil voice dancing gayly in your the back of your mind, shouting “Told you so! Told you so!”

Because of the fact that I did not know these two finer aspects of hiring, I am now faced with a very hard, very difficult decision.

A decision that will either screw me or screw me. Sooooooo either way, I’m screwed.

I hate the whole personnel side of management. I really enjoy the leadership aspect, but I hate dealing with the stupid HR stuff.

Gay. No. Not just gay. But ghey. Uber-ghey.

So you heard it here. Don’t take recommendations from friends without a modicum of analysis and patience, and let your first impression guide your decision, regardless of the shallowness feeling it gives you.

Seriously.

Dove Self Esteem (the photoshop work is very creepy)

Bucket of meat

I had a friend in high school that was inadvertently hilarious. Most of the time, without realizing it, he would say something so subversively funny, we couldn’t help but not laugh. There was this one time when we were standing in the line of the local Subway, waiting to place our sandwich orders. He looks at me, folds his arms back to emulate the claws of a T-Rex and says, “I am going to order nothing but a bucket of meat.”

And it is his turn in line. Walking like a dinosaur up to the counter, he flops his unusable t-rex-ish hands up and down and states his request.

“Rawr. I demand a bucket of meat.”

“Excuse me?” The Subway-sandwich-person replies.

“I am a Tyrannosaur Rex.” (pause) “Rawr. I want a bucket of meat.”

“We, uh, don’t have buckets of meat.”

“Ok.” (another pause) “Rawr. I want a subway club, quadruple meat.”

“On what bread?” said the Subway lady.

“No bread. Rawr.”

“No bread?” A completely incredulous response and a raise of the eyebrow.

“Nope.”

“Any cheese?”

“Nope.”

“Veggies?” By now the Subway lady knows the response and is shaking her head.

“Nope. Rawr.”

“Anything else?” She is not sure if this is funny or just annoying.

“Got a bucket?”

Queue our silent giggles turning into outright boisterous laughter. Now, ten years later, whenever I go to Subway, I think of buckets of meat and a T-Rex standing in line ahead of me. How cool is that? To have such an impact with your comedy that your old friends remember it for the rest of their lives. I wonder if I have ever had such an impact on someone. I know that I have had my moments. Maybe somewhere, out there, someone is thinking about some of my more hilarious incidents. Something that just sticks out and makes them smile for no reason.

I wonder.

Yet another abhorrent list

HAHA! Get it? Abhorrent list. Abhorrent. Abhor. A list of things I hate.

Oh nevermind.

  1. I hate close talkers
  2. I hate the smell of ginger
  3. I hate how people hate and love America at the same time
  4. I hate the rednecks that drive people to hate America
  5. I hate when men leer
  6. I hate gravel voices
  7. I hate when people act fake
  8. I hate shitty writers
  9. I hate thinking that shitty writers are published
  10. I hate thinking writing is shitty when I don’t write
  11. I hate that I don’t write
  12. I hate feeling inadequate
  13. I hate when I make judgements subconsciously
  14. I hate people that think video games are juvenile
  15. I hate when people think they are not responsible for their actions
  16. I hate water buffalos. Next one I see gets shot.
  17. I hate hate lists

Hummer poop

CIMG0580

The xB of the family. Hummer poop to some, ugly to others, adorable to my wife.

Much like food, everyone has their own tastes in cars.

Chinese Worm

My work got hit by a worm this week. It completely blindsided us just because of the uniqueness of the attack and the spectacular rampage it went through despite having Antivirus and Windows patches up-to-date.

It doesn’t have a name. Literally. It is not on any of the AntiVirus websites, it is not posted about on the Internet anywhere. If I didn’t know better, I would say that it was perhaps a malicious attack specifically against our company.

But I know better.

Interestingly enough, as I was running forensics on the intrusion, I found that the packets the worm was sending as well as the sites the worm was trying to communicate with included “nameLess” in it’s respective paths. So the worm literally is “nameLess”. Oh the irony.

This worm seems to be either written by an idiot or by a genius. It appears to do nothing but cause havoc. No long term damage, no lost machines, no malicious software installs, just a simple set of backdoors, easy to clean up and prevent. But then again, if it was written by a real smarty pants, then I am missing at all that and the machines that got hit are indeed compromised. That would suck, but I can’t dismiss it.

A fine tooth comb and a lot of patience has to be used in virus/malware research.

But hey, maybe I can change the name to w32.Discardme.worm once I have it all figured out. My own virus! One to call my very own!

Oooooh, bliss.

Update: The worm was identified by Symantec just last night and it is indeed a relatively harmless worm. Nice to be on the money with my analysis. Makes me think I actually know what the hell I am doing.

(I don’t.)

A poor 5ives imitation

5ive things I would make as my First Order as President of the United States

  1. All political campaign TV and Radio commercials are hereby banned
  2. All campaigning must be done through print (internet, newspaper, magazine)
  3. Video based appearances can only be moderated debates
  4. All campaigns must speak for their own stance, not shitting on the competition’s.
  5. The party system must be loosened to allow more than two party’s coverage.

And I would remove “In God We Trust” from the government.

If the founding fathers wouldn’t do it, we shouldn’t do it. Period.

Hell’s Grannies

That damn hump

Sustainable fitness is hard. And as I said, food really is where the battle is at. You conquer the food issue, you have already won a huge part of the war on bad health.

But what about the pumping iron, sweaty, no pain, no gain thing? This is where I can geek out a little bit. All because the fitness stuff really depends on what system you love as a geek. And I have tried a ton of them.

Some things that I have learned:

It takes three days to get over the hump. It takes 21 days to make something a habit. And you should always start things on a Monday.

You like structure, spreadsheets, planning documents – you should play to those strengths. There are a ton of online tools available for tracking health and fitness. And I use none of them… so I can’t offer anything there.

Mine is the lazy factor. I hate feeling lazy. Doesn’t mean I am not lazy, I just don’t want my conscious self to realize it. So I play to it. When I need to go between floors at work, I take the stairs. When I can get off a few stops early from the bus, I get off and walk. When I need to wake up early and go to the gym, I just do it.

Ok. Stop. Wake up early and go to the gym? Am I insane? Who, in their right mind wakes up early and goes to the gym? I know, I know, it is hard to believe. It is the hump that kills most people.

The first is the shock of waking up so early. Some tips:

  • Start on a monday. It puts your head in the right place for the rest of the week.
  • Do it three days in a row to get over the hump.
  • If you miss a day, absolutely force yourself to not miss two in a row.
  • And do it for 21 days to make it a habit.
  • Even weekends.

So I have a hump problem. If I miss the 2 day mark, I have to go over that damn 3 day thing all over again. Everytime.

That is one thing I still haven’t figured out. I think once I get that, I may actually be able to get that greek bod I have always wanted.

=P