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Blackberry hackage

I always enjoy some hacking here and there. Those who know my technical pursuits always shake their head and wonder just what I am smoking when I show off my latest little pursuit.

“Why did you make your Laptop squeal in pain whenever the lid is closed? That makes NO sense.”

“Yes it does. Wouldn’t you squeal if you were folded in half?” I reply.

Sidenote: “Hacker” is not a negative term. It is not an insult, it is not a term for a criminal, and it is not a bad thing to be. If you have ever taken something apart to see how it works, then you are a hacker. If you have ever added a functionality to something you use, then you are a hacker. Being a hacker is a GOOD thing. The media has turned it into just another scare word. Don’t buy it. My first real hack was long before I was a computer geek… and it doesn’t make me any less of a hacker now.

With a little guidance from the members at BlackberryForums.com, I downloaded the Blackberry Developer’s Kit (just a JAVA compiler and some base code), a tool from Plazmic that compiles themes and a Phillips SDK to create custom ringtones from MP3 files. Now with these three/four tools in hand, I am aiming to make my Blackberry sound and look like a Tricorder.

What?

You heard right. A tricorder. Yes I am a geek. I know that already, so you can keep your mocking laughter and pointing fingers to yourselves. But when you come to me with your gay cingular or verizon blackberry that just plays Bach when it rings, I will point and laugh at your pathetic little whiny ass for your total lack of creativity. Just FYI.

I poked around on the net, and I couldn’t really find anything that matched what I am shooting for. I found a site that had free Star Trek artwork for the buttons and such, and I know where to get the MP3s of the sounds, so I think I am set. Just some icon hacking and some layout and some creative sound assignments and boop, woop, deeeeee, deeeeee, deeeee, strange power fluctuations ahead, captain.

Ha, ha!

The land line

I think it may be time to drop our land line. My wife likes having a land line, but only three types of people ever call our land line.

  1. Telemarketers
  2. Survey Takers
  3. Family

Now I know our family has both of our cell numbers and that most of our financial/personal interests have our cells listed as secondary contact numbers. So why are we spending 30 bucks a month on something that is a nothing but a bother? Especially since our line has a fluke and makes the phone ring for about a minute straight late at night. You pick it up and there is no one there. Just a long continuous ring that will only pause if you pick up the phone. As soon as you hang up, it continues until it is done.

Gay. Uber-gay.

Maybe I should just get a VOIP phone with Vonage if my wife insists on the landline. At least that way I can geek out a bit… and it would be cheaper.

P.S. Qwest sucks balls.

“Ladies and gentlemen…

…can I please have your attention. I’ve just been handed an urgent and horrifying news story. I need all of you, to stop what you’re doing and listen.

… Cannonball!!!”

That was not in context with the following, but I felt a Ron Burgandy quote was required, since, after all, it is a Moan-day.

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Oh yeah.  That’s nice.  My wife did not want to leave the island of Kauai.  Tears were involved.

No lie.

We had a lot of fun.  I uploaded a ton of pics to my Flickr stream (which are also avail here on my photo album page.)  I can’t wait to see how our SLR photos came out (not a digital SLR, sadly).

Kauai! Sucker!

Get on plane. Head west. Then south. Then aim for the empty spot in the middle of the Pacific. There on a little tiny island in a string of islands, you will find me sitting on a beach laughing that you are reading this instead of sitting here with me.

Sucker!

Jess and I are enjoying a week in Kauai… so there will be a small break in updates to the blog.

Don’t cry.

Be back on soon!

Danskin Triathlon

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The Danskin Triathlon was on Sunday… and it was hot. I mean hot, hot, hot.

Did I mention it was hot? Thank goodness I was in the shade most of the day. But my wife wasn’t. Oh, no… she had to swim, bike and run. This was her first triathlon and she enjoyed it so much that she is already thinking about her next one. Yeah, you heard me right. She enjoyed it.

Personally, I think she’s nuts. Reminds me of that scene from Back to Future 3 when Doc is in the old west saloon and all the old timer drunks are listening to him rant about the future.

Doc: “And in the future, we don’t need horses. We have motorized carriages called automobiles.”
Saloon Old Timer: “If everybody’s got one of these auto-whatsits, does anybody walk or run anymore?”
Doc: “Of course we run. But for recreation. For fun.”
Saloon Old Timer: “Run for fun? What the hell kind of fun is that?”

And all the drunks laugh hysterically.

And so do I. So do I.

I am proud of her though. It took a slice of courage to take on a challenge like that. And she did spectacularly!

Bob and the Recreation Majors

My wife is smart. She may think otherwise, but she is an intuitive individual that has her smarts in far different parts of her cranium than I do. But sometimes she definitely has her blonde moments.

Yesterday, at work, she was talking with some of her fellow coworkers at the front desk of the recreation center. Her boss, Deb, made a simple observation that obviously most people that go into recreation do so because they hate math and “the hard classes” in college. Deb’s peer pointed out that maybe that is what Aquatics people do (implying Recreation is above all that). My wife, in a moment of total blonde lucidity, said in reply: “Just because I am in Aquatics doesn’t mean I am stupider.”

Yes, ladies and gents, stupider. I can almost hear the rimshot.

And then there is Bob.

“Our Bob is huge.” My wife says as we are working on the backyard yesterday.

“Bob?”

“Yeah, Bob. Jenny and I don’t bother calling them weeds around our trailer. We just call them Bob.”

So my wife and her coworker spend their days at work personifying inanimate objects around their trailer.

And I have a huge Bob in my backyard.

The More You Know…

4th of July Fireworks

Another 4th come, another 4th gone.

Like most holidays, I think that the 4th is more for the kids than the adults. Sure some goons like getting all liquored up and acting like retarded kids with explosives, but for the most part, its the kids that get the most enjoyment out of seeing high explosives in close proximity.

Fireworks are mfunitions: “Explosives that put the fun in munitions!”

Ok… that was lame.

Seriously though, I can’t believe the year is already half over. Didn’t we just celebrate New Year’s?

Switching gears and staying on topic of explosive things. Two words for you: Network Neutrality.

Net Neutrality is basically a huge arguement that has escalated to Congress in recent months. The huge ISPs (AT&T, Verizon, Qwest, etc) are arguing that since they own all the physical connections that the internet runs on, they should be able to charge more to those companies and parties that use more bandwidth. This has huge reprecussions on every single person and company that uses the internet. Imagine. Since you use Google as your search engine, that means Google has to pay more for their service to be as fast as say, Microsoft’s. By allowing the ISPs to censor and prioritize traffic for specific services, then the net is no longer about commonality and flexibility, undermining the very foundations the net was designed on.

Today Google stepped up to the plate and offered a small threat to the ISPs supporting the end to Net Neutrality… a small thing called an Anti-Trust complaint. (Remember when Microsoft had to deal with it?) And all I have to say is right on! Google is obviously at the heart of the issue, and may be looking after its own interests, but think about where the net is headed. Think about where we were at 10 years ago and where we are today with the internet. Now imagine how life will be different in another 10 years in a connection based society. Many of those services that are always touted as the future, today, will forever be beyond the horizon if neutrality is lost. Now some argue that Net Neutrality is a facade, a misunderstood concept. They argue that it already exists and is already in place. ISPs are already doing it, and doing it for good reason. We pay for a quality of service and to connect to others with that qaulity level. But the issue is so much more than that.

In the end, the whole point of the net is about providing the same services for everyone for the same price. The internet is about interconnectivity. Net neutrality is about preserving those connections.

Slurm

Oh delicious Slurm!

Leela: Fry, don’t drink it from the river!

Fry: But… I… am… so… thirsty!

Ah… the great Slurm from Futurama. My version is so much easier to make and doesn’t involve a huge giant worm pooping it into green cans. I love the Willy Wonka, mass beverage company, and Mountain Dew jokes as much as the next guy, but watching Fry hammer down a can of the slime after seeing the queen make it really kind of freaks me out.

So here is a safer version which does not involve space worm queen poop.

Take a Smirnoff Ice (the new recipe sucks, however it still works) and add a shot of Midori to it. Refreshing summer drink and great over crushed ice. A melon cooler by another name, and Buca di Beppo calls it something all girly. I can’t remember what. I stole it from those corporate clowns and made it my own. Melon refresh this, Italian restaurant goons!

My Slurm is delicious.

So am I dumber now?

My wisdom teeth are out. All four of them are sitting on my counter in a little brown envelope. It is quite morbid to hold four of your teeth in the palm of your hand and see the dried blood in every little nook and crevice. Especially when there is bone matter on one of the larger teeth.

Now I know why my lower right jaw hurts more than the rest.

What is truly amazing is just how big the roots are. I mean I have seen xrays and the like of my mouth, but holding a full sized molar in your hand really makes you understand just how big they are. And I had four huge ones. Lucky for me, I actually had room in my mouth for them. All four had erupted successfully and only one had impaction against another tooth. No pain or anything. But three of the four had cavities, so was either get the three repaired and have more problems down the road, or get them all yanked and just deal with the one time experience.

No solid food for three days now. Makes you really hungerlust after crunchy foods. My wife had some chips today and I was staring longingly (like my dogs) at her plate. I finally had some turkey tonight and I was able to chew it without too much pain.

So weird week coming up. Holiday on a Tuesday and all, so everyone and their mom is taking tomorrow off. So work should be nice and slow. Play with my new DS lite that my wife got me as a late birthday gift and pity surgery present. The New Super Mario Brothers is one of the best Mario platformers I have played in a long while. Hard to put down!

Digging out

There are two universal laws when dealing with vacations or time off.

One – the amount of work left to do will inversely increase to the time left as you approach your vacation.

Two – the amount of work waiting for you will exponentially increase the longer you are gone on vacation.

I was gone for two weeks. And many of the intrinisic rules I had started to build in my position were broken the very first day I was gone. Sometimes it feels like a secret plot. So here I am, shovel in hand, coffee in the other, trying my hardest to dig out. The piles are huge, mountains almost, and it seems a small tribe of wild gnomes have moved in. Sharp little teeth and wicked temperments. Much like the tribes in the Heart of Darkness, they shoot arrows from the cover of darkness and I have to just make do with a shovel and lot of screaming.

I am Gulliver in Lilliputia.
And the saddest part? The piles are growing. I am a Prince of Choas at this point. Just trying to keep it together until my teeth get yanked on Friday.

This week is awesome! Awesome like Pee Wee Herman at your Birthday Party. And he’s drunk.

…And naked.