If your house is full of fruit flies, and you simply can't for the life of you figure out where they are coming from; check the kitchen window sills for mangoes you might have placed there - two or three months ago - to ripen.
Oh, and mangoes don't smell when they rot!
Have a great weekend everyone!
21 September 2007
20 September 2007
Some things never change
Can hardly wait. Monday 25 September is the season premier of Heroes! And just in time too. I wasn't quite certain what I was going to do with my Monday nights now that "Saving Grace" ended its first season. Which, I might add, was a tremendous season. The redneck angel Earl is a hoot to watch. Sure, it is quite dicey at times, and the show, in my opinion, would be just as good without seeing Holly Hunter tied naked to a bed with a happy face drawn on her back and some guy's name drawn across her buttocks in lipstick. But it is what it is.
On the home front, Topeka High is set to lose another football game tonight. Don't get wrong, I love the Trojans, but I am also painfully realistic. No. 1 Son is in the marching band and MJROTC so he has to be there for every home game. I wish I had thought of that back at enrollment when we purchased the $40 activities card. The activities card gets him into all of the home games free, and, by coincidence, being in the band and MJROTC, he gets into all of the home games...free. The MJROTC kids clean up police the stadium after the games and pick up all the trash.
It never fails that when one thing slows down, another jumps in to take its place. For instance, for the past 8 years or so Friday night has been "Dad's game night." A group of friends from across the country get together online and play video games and talk about life, the universe and everything over voice chat. We used to use Roger Wilco, which was a great, tiny free app, but have since switched to Teamspeak, which is another free app, but has a server component to it. A couple of years ago, for some reason, I seemed to become the Teamspeak host. So instead of having to manually start the server every time I rebooted my machine, I wrote a Windows Service to do that for me. Now it is always running. The problem we are running into now is my DSL. For the entire four or five years that I had cable internet I think my IP address changed maybe three times. With DSL it seems to change three times a week. So every Friday, as part of the routine, I send out an email address to the folks with the new IP address.
Crap, did I get off the subject or what? Okay, so I was saying that when one thing slows down, something else jumps in. We have established that for nearly the past decade, Friday night is dad's game night. About a year go, mami started having real problems driving at night, so I agreed to pick papi up at the casino up north on Friday nights and every other Saturday night. Well, that put quite the damper in my Friday game nights because picking papi up isn't as simple as just driving the 30 minutes up there an back. I have to drive up there, and then wait for him to finish up. If I am not in one of those moods where I become disrespectful, this could take up to an hour or more.
For about the last 6 weeks he has not gone up to the casinos. w00t! I get my game nights back! Did I mention No. 1 Son is in the band? And has to attend all of the football and basketball games. Okay for those following along at home, that means that I 1) get to take No. 1 Son to the football/basketball games and 2) pick No. 1 Son up from the football/basketball games. Granted, this is not nearly as time consuming as making the trek up to the casino to collect papi, but nonetheless, it really cramps my style. I mean seriously. Do you realize how hard it is to be really in the zone, wiping out the enemy in Raven Shield, then have to stop to go pick up some danged teenager at the ball game, and then try to re-enter the zone? It is nearly impossible, I telling you.
On the home front, Topeka High is set to lose another football game tonight. Don't get wrong, I love the Trojans, but I am also painfully realistic. No. 1 Son is in the marching band and MJROTC so he has to be there for every home game. I wish I had thought of that back at enrollment when we purchased the $40 activities card. The activities card gets him into all of the home games free, and, by coincidence, being in the band and MJROTC, he gets into all of the home games...free. The MJROTC kids clean up police the stadium after the games and pick up all the trash.
It never fails that when one thing slows down, another jumps in to take its place. For instance, for the past 8 years or so Friday night has been "Dad's game night." A group of friends from across the country get together online and play video games and talk about life, the universe and everything over voice chat. We used to use Roger Wilco, which was a great, tiny free app, but have since switched to Teamspeak, which is another free app, but has a server component to it. A couple of years ago, for some reason, I seemed to become the Teamspeak host. So instead of having to manually start the server every time I rebooted my machine, I wrote a Windows Service to do that for me. Now it is always running. The problem we are running into now is my DSL. For the entire four or five years that I had cable internet I think my IP address changed maybe three times. With DSL it seems to change three times a week. So every Friday, as part of the routine, I send out an email address to the folks with the new IP address.
Crap, did I get off the subject or what? Okay, so I was saying that when one thing slows down, something else jumps in. We have established that for nearly the past decade, Friday night is dad's game night. About a year go, mami started having real problems driving at night, so I agreed to pick papi up at the casino up north on Friday nights and every other Saturday night. Well, that put quite the damper in my Friday game nights because picking papi up isn't as simple as just driving the 30 minutes up there an back. I have to drive up there, and then wait for him to finish up. If I am not in one of those moods where I become disrespectful, this could take up to an hour or more.
For about the last 6 weeks he has not gone up to the casinos. w00t! I get my game nights back! Did I mention No. 1 Son is in the band? And has to attend all of the football and basketball games. Okay for those following along at home, that means that I 1) get to take No. 1 Son to the football/basketball games and 2) pick No. 1 Son up from the football/basketball games. Granted, this is not nearly as time consuming as making the trek up to the casino to collect papi, but nonetheless, it really cramps my style. I mean seriously. Do you realize how hard it is to be really in the zone, wiping out the enemy in Raven Shield, then have to stop to go pick up some danged teenager at the ball game, and then try to re-enter the zone? It is nearly impossible, I telling you.
19 September 2007
Pete's Barbers
When I was a kid, my brothers and I would always get our hair cut at Pete's Barber, down on 8th street in downtown Topeka. My father always took us there. Pete's was that kind of quintessential barber shop one thinks of when they think of a barber shop. The kind that Floyd had back in Mayberry. Complete with the spinning red, white and blue barber pole just outside the door.
I don't remember the shop ever being empty. Whenever we went in there was at least one person in the barber chair, and usually two or three older men sitting in chairs along the wall. I don't think they were there to get their hair cut though, just to chew the fat because we always went right after the fellow in the chair was finished.
The first time ever that I saw a woman's breast was at Pete's Barber. Well, not a breast really, it was artwork. Pete had a calendar, and above the months was the picture of a lady wearing some sort of lingerie. My dad motioned for me to look and he lifted a clear film from the lady, the film is what the lingerie was drawn on, and beneath, the lady was pure nakedness. For a twelve year old boy, that was pretty exciting. Sure, it was a small picture, and sure it was clear across the barber shop, but I knew what I was looking at.
Pete had an employee named Don. Don was quite a bit younger than Pete. He had that cool beach boys hair cut and wore turtle necks a lot. Pete is, of course, gone now, but Don is still there. The place is now called Don's Barbers. Except that there is only one Barber. The chairs are looking old and somewhat grimy and the spinning red, white and blue barber pole just outside the door is broken. It was smashed some time ago and I can't think of when. I have taken my kids to Don's to get their haircut a couple of times. That trip was usually followed by a trip to Super Cuts because, to be frank, Don just doesn't seem to be able to cut hair strait. The Beach Boy do and the turtlenecks are a thing of the past. Maybe, like Samson's hair gave him strength, those things gave Don the ability to give a decent hair cut.\
As always, thanks for visiting!
I don't remember the shop ever being empty. Whenever we went in there was at least one person in the barber chair, and usually two or three older men sitting in chairs along the wall. I don't think they were there to get their hair cut though, just to chew the fat because we always went right after the fellow in the chair was finished.
The first time ever that I saw a woman's breast was at Pete's Barber. Well, not a breast really, it was artwork. Pete had a calendar, and above the months was the picture of a lady wearing some sort of lingerie. My dad motioned for me to look and he lifted a clear film from the lady, the film is what the lingerie was drawn on, and beneath, the lady was pure nakedness. For a twelve year old boy, that was pretty exciting. Sure, it was a small picture, and sure it was clear across the barber shop, but I knew what I was looking at.
Pete had an employee named Don. Don was quite a bit younger than Pete. He had that cool beach boys hair cut and wore turtle necks a lot. Pete is, of course, gone now, but Don is still there. The place is now called Don's Barbers. Except that there is only one Barber. The chairs are looking old and somewhat grimy and the spinning red, white and blue barber pole just outside the door is broken. It was smashed some time ago and I can't think of when. I have taken my kids to Don's to get their haircut a couple of times. That trip was usually followed by a trip to Super Cuts because, to be frank, Don just doesn't seem to be able to cut hair strait. The Beach Boy do and the turtlenecks are a thing of the past. Maybe, like Samson's hair gave him strength, those things gave Don the ability to give a decent hair cut.\
As always, thanks for visiting!
18 September 2007
A post a day
Hello, dear reader, I am going to try something new here. An experiment of sorts. I am going to make a commitment to make at least one post a day for the next thirty days. I can't pretend that they will be about me, or my family, or my home town as most of what is on this blog. And I can't pretend that anything I write is going to be worth reading. Of course, I never tried to pretend that in the first place. Some things come out and I think 'wow, that's really good.' But let's face it, most of the stuff - well - most of the stuff would fall into the category of "all most, but not quite, completely horrible."
I don't know what the purpose of this exercise is. I haven't thought it through all that much. I don't even know why I'm doing it. It isn't like I've lost a bet or feel the extreme urge to make a complete ass of myself. It is nothing like that. I was simply setting up the coffee maker for the morning brew, and the idea popped in my head. I don't know where it came from, or even if the idea was meant for me in particular. I suppose it could have just been floating around out there in space and for some unknown reason, I happened to walk into it at just the right angle, and just the right time and it latched on to my mind.
Whatever the reason, I've got it in my head to do, so I will. Be warned though, it isn't like I'm some great purveyor of words or anything like that. I hope that you'll continue to stop by, even if what I am writing over the next thirty days is complete and utter crap. And I hope that, once in a while, you might drop a comment every now and again to let me know what you think.
As always, thanks for stopping by!
I don't know what the purpose of this exercise is. I haven't thought it through all that much. I don't even know why I'm doing it. It isn't like I've lost a bet or feel the extreme urge to make a complete ass of myself. It is nothing like that. I was simply setting up the coffee maker for the morning brew, and the idea popped in my head. I don't know where it came from, or even if the idea was meant for me in particular. I suppose it could have just been floating around out there in space and for some unknown reason, I happened to walk into it at just the right angle, and just the right time and it latched on to my mind.
Whatever the reason, I've got it in my head to do, so I will. Be warned though, it isn't like I'm some great purveyor of words or anything like that. I hope that you'll continue to stop by, even if what I am writing over the next thirty days is complete and utter crap. And I hope that, once in a while, you might drop a comment every now and again to let me know what you think.
As always, thanks for stopping by!
What to do with the ball?
I'm not a huge sports fan. I'm not one of those people who sit around all weekend watching every and any types of sports. I can't list off any stats for any particular team or player. Sure, I watch the Chiefs when the chance arises, I watch (or listen to ) the Royals when I can. But honestly? I can't tell you who one pitcher is on the team right now. I'm not certain I could tell you anything about the team except who they are going to play next. That is simple, it is who they usually play - the winners.
But when I was a kid I was baseball crazy. We had Freddie Patek, Cookie Rojas, Amos Otis, George Brett, John Mayberry and the pitcher who was the Mad Hungarian - I can't remember his name, but I remember he had the cooolest mustache - EVER.
I remember when Hank Aaron hit the ball that broke Babe Ruth's record. I had the poster. It was a pretty big poster. There, in the lower left corner was Aaron, he'd just finished his swing, the bat still in his left hand as he looked up at the ball. The ball, on the other hand, was really just kind of a white looking smudge. Whoever made the poster had put a large white circle around the ball in the picture. They had to or else I'm not sure most people would have seen the ball at all. In the lower right corner of the poster, was the home run wall the ball was going to breach. On the back, were the stats. It listed Babe Ruth's stats and Hank Aaron's stats. Of course, my pa, being the quintessential party pooper that he is just HAD to point out to me that Aaron only broke the Babe's record because he played in like 50% more games than Ruth did. Thanks, way to burst the bubble there pops! But that didn't really bother me all that much. I still had my Hank Aaron signature Louisville Slugger bat, and my Hank Aaron signature Rawlings glove.
Unless you have been living in a cave, I'm certain you know that Aaron's home run record has been topped. It was broken by a fellow named Barry Bonds. Again, unless you have been living in a cage, or just possibly don't watch TV, listen to the radio, read a newspaper or surf the 'Net (which, really, means you won't be reading this anyway, so please disregard that last one), you will know there was quite a bit of controversy surrounding Bond's breaking of the record. There is a lot of speculation (probably rightfully so) that Bonds is/was a steroid junkie. That many of his home runs came while he was juiced up. And many believe that Bonds does not deserve the glory if he was junked up.
I came across a website which seeks the question which is, I'm certain, on everyones' lips (no, not 'why am I wasting time reading this') which is "what to do with the record breaking baseball. The ball currently belongs to a Mark Ecko. He claims he purchased the ball to 'democratize' what happens to it. He has a website at http://www.vote756.com/marcecko/ - where he gives visitors the opportunity to vote on one of three ways the ball should be handled.
The voting ends on 25 September - so if you want a say in what happens, hurry on over. My guess is that the vote will say 'brand it'. But that is just me, I could be wrong. I didn't pay all that much attention when it happened. So I am way out of touch with what the average baseball fan's thoughts are on the subject.
I think, though, that I'm going to vote for the branding. I wish there was a "brand it and send it into space" option, but there isn't.
Technorati Tags: Hank Aaron, Babe Ruth, Barry Bonds, Homerun, Steriods, Marc Ecko
But when I was a kid I was baseball crazy. We had Freddie Patek, Cookie Rojas, Amos Otis, George Brett, John Mayberry and the pitcher who was the Mad Hungarian - I can't remember his name, but I remember he had the cooolest mustache - EVER.
I remember when Hank Aaron hit the ball that broke Babe Ruth's record. I had the poster. It was a pretty big poster. There, in the lower left corner was Aaron, he'd just finished his swing, the bat still in his left hand as he looked up at the ball. The ball, on the other hand, was really just kind of a white looking smudge. Whoever made the poster had put a large white circle around the ball in the picture. They had to or else I'm not sure most people would have seen the ball at all. In the lower right corner of the poster, was the home run wall the ball was going to breach. On the back, were the stats. It listed Babe Ruth's stats and Hank Aaron's stats. Of course, my pa, being the quintessential party pooper that he is just HAD to point out to me that Aaron only broke the Babe's record because he played in like 50% more games than Ruth did. Thanks, way to burst the bubble there pops! But that didn't really bother me all that much. I still had my Hank Aaron signature Louisville Slugger bat, and my Hank Aaron signature Rawlings glove.
Unless you have been living in a cave, I'm certain you know that Aaron's home run record has been topped. It was broken by a fellow named Barry Bonds. Again, unless you have been living in a cage, or just possibly don't watch TV, listen to the radio, read a newspaper or surf the 'Net (which, really, means you won't be reading this anyway, so please disregard that last one), you will know there was quite a bit of controversy surrounding Bond's breaking of the record. There is a lot of speculation (probably rightfully so) that Bonds is/was a steroid junkie. That many of his home runs came while he was juiced up. And many believe that Bonds does not deserve the glory if he was junked up.
I came across a website which seeks the question which is, I'm certain, on everyones' lips (no, not 'why am I wasting time reading this') which is "what to do with the record breaking baseball. The ball currently belongs to a Mark Ecko. He claims he purchased the ball to 'democratize' what happens to it. He has a website at http://www.vote756.com/marcecko/ - where he gives visitors the opportunity to vote on one of three ways the ball should be handled.
- Give it to the Baseball Hall of Fame
- Brand it with an asterisk, and then give it to the Baseball Hall of Fame
- Send it into space
The voting ends on 25 September - so if you want a say in what happens, hurry on over. My guess is that the vote will say 'brand it'. But that is just me, I could be wrong. I didn't pay all that much attention when it happened. So I am way out of touch with what the average baseball fan's thoughts are on the subject.
I think, though, that I'm going to vote for the branding. I wish there was a "brand it and send it into space" option, but there isn't.
Technorati Tags: Hank Aaron, Babe Ruth, Barry Bonds, Homerun, Steriods, Marc Ecko
17 September 2007
Whiners can't see the writing on the wall
I use Microsoft Windows. I have since Windows 3.1. I almost switched to Apple once, but I didn't because I started looking at all of the software I had at the time, and it was going to cost me a fortune. Not only would it have cost more (about 50% more) to buy the Apple machine over the PC, but then I would have to replace all my software.
Okay, gosh, I get to rambling. I was reading an article (Everything you've read about Vista DRM is wrong) over at ZDNet. I am interested me because I currently run Windows Vista Premium. The article deals with the Digital Rights Management (DRM) that Microsoft is using in Vista. It seems that, in order to protect copyrights and what-not, Microsoft wrote some DRM into Vista. Now, I'm no hardware guru, and I don't play one on TV, so some of my things here might be way off base, but I understand the DRM to work as such:
When playing a high definition movie (Blu-Ray or HD DVD), Vista does not allow anything to intercept the video stream from the originating device, to the monitor. This is supposed to help stop people from running out and renting "Pirates of the Caribbean" and making a copy of it using their Vista machine.
There are about 200 comments to that article arguing over whether DRM is legal, whether it is right. How it just screws the end user by not allowing the copying of high definition digital media. Oh, and all the while chastising Microsoft for putting in their software. Most are screaming how everyone should stay away from MS and instead by Apple (at 1.5 times the price) or install Linux (at 1.5 times the average user knowledge). But there is something I believe they are failing to realize.
That is, if the DRM proves to be somewhat successful in combating illegal copying of high definition media, there will come a time in the very near future, where any device which plays this media, and plugs into a computer, will only work if the computer has proper DRM running. That means, to use these devices, Apple and Linux operating systems will also have to run a compatible type of DRM.
It is as inevitable as all color laser printers which embed microdots identifying the make, model and serial number on all pages printed. And as inevitable as commercial photo imaging software like Adobe Photoshop and Corel Draw putting recognition code in their software which prohibits the scanning of currency. Go ahead, try to scan a $20 or $50 bill, see what happens.
At any rate, so many people wasting so much time on an issue that, in a few years will be a non issue. If DRM does not become the norm, someone will crack it and then everyone can patch their Vista machines with the crack and it will not be a bother to anyone any longer.
Oh, and for the record, since February when I installed Vista, I have had nothing but an acceptable experience. I don't find it clunky, I don't find it slow (in fact, it seems faster than XP did) AND it appears to handle sleep and hibernate modes much better than XP ever did.
**(Okay, so this is kind of a bogus post, I mean, it is all true and what-not, but I felt like I should at least put something up).
Okay, gosh, I get to rambling. I was reading an article (Everything you've read about Vista DRM is wrong) over at ZDNet. I am interested me because I currently run Windows Vista Premium. The article deals with the Digital Rights Management (DRM) that Microsoft is using in Vista. It seems that, in order to protect copyrights and what-not, Microsoft wrote some DRM into Vista. Now, I'm no hardware guru, and I don't play one on TV, so some of my things here might be way off base, but I understand the DRM to work as such:
When playing a high definition movie (Blu-Ray or HD DVD), Vista does not allow anything to intercept the video stream from the originating device, to the monitor. This is supposed to help stop people from running out and renting "Pirates of the Caribbean" and making a copy of it using their Vista machine.
There are about 200 comments to that article arguing over whether DRM is legal, whether it is right. How it just screws the end user by not allowing the copying of high definition digital media. Oh, and all the while chastising Microsoft for putting in their software. Most are screaming how everyone should stay away from MS and instead by Apple (at 1.5 times the price) or install Linux (at 1.5 times the average user knowledge). But there is something I believe they are failing to realize.
That is, if the DRM proves to be somewhat successful in combating illegal copying of high definition media, there will come a time in the very near future, where any device which plays this media, and plugs into a computer, will only work if the computer has proper DRM running. That means, to use these devices, Apple and Linux operating systems will also have to run a compatible type of DRM.
It is as inevitable as all color laser printers which embed microdots identifying the make, model and serial number on all pages printed. And as inevitable as commercial photo imaging software like Adobe Photoshop and Corel Draw putting recognition code in their software which prohibits the scanning of currency. Go ahead, try to scan a $20 or $50 bill, see what happens.
At any rate, so many people wasting so much time on an issue that, in a few years will be a non issue. If DRM does not become the norm, someone will crack it and then everyone can patch their Vista machines with the crack and it will not be a bother to anyone any longer.
Oh, and for the record, since February when I installed Vista, I have had nothing but an acceptable experience. I don't find it clunky, I don't find it slow (in fact, it seems faster than XP did) AND it appears to handle sleep and hibernate modes much better than XP ever did.
**(Okay, so this is kind of a bogus post, I mean, it is all true and what-not, but I felt like I should at least put something up).
11 September 2007
SHEEEEEEEEP
Over the last week or so we have been extravagantly treating ourselves as a family. We actually went to two movies. That's right, count 'em two... and the movie theater. Okay, sure, they were at the buck-an-a-half theater, but still the theater!
Both movies, while I would not have considered them 'must-see-in-the-theater' type of movies, they were fully enjoyable. First we saw "Shrek: The Third" which was at least as good as the first one. I'm not one for sequels really. Seldom does the sequel hold even a candle to the original. But anyone with a newspaper and enough interest to look up in the movie section realizes there isn't much choice this year except for sequels. If I was going to be forced to watch a sequel, I personally would have chosen Fantastic Four. Since that could easily be in the prestigious 'must-see-in-the-theater' category. Special effects movies usually are. And to boot, it has Jessica Alba in it. But unfortunately, she is invisible (what marketing bozo came up with that one?).
But in the end I was not even a little disappointed in Shrek. As I said, it was every bit as funny as the original, and if you were to play close attention, there are even more 'grown-up' gags that the kids just won't be able to understand. These gags, as before, are subtle background items, so they don't leave the kids wondering what the heck is going on. One of my favorite parts was when they played the beginning screams to Led Zeppelin's "Immigrant Song." Sadly, however, they didn't play the whole song.
The other movie was "Evan Almighty". Yes, yet another sequel. In my youth we had George Burns, today's kinder have Morgan Freeman. I don't know if you remember the "Oh God!" movies where George Burns played the Great Almighty, but I loved them. We have watched the first and third ones (you remember "Oh God You Devil" don't you - where Burns played both God and the devil?).
I was very, very hesitant to go and see "Evan" because, well, quite frankly, where "Bruce Almighty" was a great flick, how many times can it be funny to give some everyday Joe Schmoe God's power and watch him make an ass of himself and nearly destroy the world? Happily Evan wasn't like that at all. God tells newly elected Senator Evan to build him an ark because "a flood is coming." Steve Carrell who was Evan the news anchor in Bruce, returns. This man is simply funny with every role I have seen him play.
Both movies, while I would not have considered them 'must-see-in-the-theater' type of movies, they were fully enjoyable. First we saw "Shrek: The Third" which was at least as good as the first one. I'm not one for sequels really. Seldom does the sequel hold even a candle to the original. But anyone with a newspaper and enough interest to look up in the movie section realizes there isn't much choice this year except for sequels. If I was going to be forced to watch a sequel, I personally would have chosen Fantastic Four. Since that could easily be in the prestigious 'must-see-in-the-theater' category. Special effects movies usually are. And to boot, it has Jessica Alba in it. But unfortunately, she is invisible (what marketing bozo came up with that one?).
But in the end I was not even a little disappointed in Shrek. As I said, it was every bit as funny as the original, and if you were to play close attention, there are even more 'grown-up' gags that the kids just won't be able to understand. These gags, as before, are subtle background items, so they don't leave the kids wondering what the heck is going on. One of my favorite parts was when they played the beginning screams to Led Zeppelin's "Immigrant Song." Sadly, however, they didn't play the whole song.
The other movie was "Evan Almighty". Yes, yet another sequel. In my youth we had George Burns, today's kinder have Morgan Freeman. I don't know if you remember the "Oh God!" movies where George Burns played the Great Almighty, but I loved them. We have watched the first and third ones (you remember "Oh God You Devil" don't you - where Burns played both God and the devil?).
I was very, very hesitant to go and see "Evan" because, well, quite frankly, where "Bruce Almighty" was a great flick, how many times can it be funny to give some everyday Joe Schmoe God's power and watch him make an ass of himself and nearly destroy the world? Happily Evan wasn't like that at all. God tells newly elected Senator Evan to build him an ark because "a flood is coming." Steve Carrell who was Evan the news anchor in Bruce, returns. This man is simply funny with every role I have seen him play.
04 September 2007
Service
What in the world ever happened to service? I remember when I was just about knee-high to a grasshopper, my dad got us our very first color television. We were, I think, the last family in the free world to have a color TV, and this was no gem. It was in a giant cabinet with a record player on one side, and a radio on the other. In the middle of this monstrosity was the little green screen of the television. Surrounded by that kind of dull goldish-yellow metal. The screen was more round that square, and much more fish bowl than flat.
I remember when the thing would quit working. Not too much worry for us kids, we were usually outside anyway. Heck the colors on that thing were so washed out you might have just as well been watching a light bulb. At any rate, when the thing would go out, papi would call up the television repair man, and he would come over to the house. He would show up in his TV repair man's van, with his gray coveralls and his little metal toolbox and fix the television.
There is a point to this trip down memory lane, I promise. Fast forward t the wonderful year of 2007. I refused to subject myself to the same horrific television viewing experience as papi 'enjoyed.' Nope, I did better. Some years ago my grandmother (rest her soul) was feeling generous and handed out some money to everyone. It was lucky for us, our 27 inch RCA television that we'd be watching and thoroughly enjoying for the past 14 years was starting to get that hourglass figure in the picture tube. It was excuse enough to use some of the money to purchase a new television. We went with a Sony projection TV from Circuit City (back when we still had a Circuit City). And it has served us well for about 5 years now.
Suddenly, it doesn't do so well with the showing of the picture. The reds and blues are off kilter from everything else - or everything else is off-kilter from the blue which is off-kilter from the red - or...well I don't know what is off-kilter, I just know that Saving Grace is not supposed to be a 3D television program, but it looks like one on my TV.
Doing some Googling I find that there is something called an IC something or other that has probably gone kaput and must be replaced, and the convergence re-aligned by a professional. The Sony website says the closest authorized Sony service center is Servi-Tronics over in Lawrence. Being fairly certain all these projection TVs are fairly standard, and probably any competent television repair man should be able to fix it, I start calling local.
Turns out, Topeka has only 2 television repair shops. And get this, neither of them will come to the house to look at, fix or even pick the television up. Oh, the folks from Lawrence will come to the house for an extra $40 but the folks in Topeka won't come to the house at all. I don't have a truck, and I don't have a trailer. Basically, I have zero methods for getting this television to a repair shop. Unless I want to rent a uhaul, which will probably cost more than the $40 I would pay to give my business to the Lawrencians.
It is just too bad that I have to have someone come from a nearby town...a town that is smaller than Topeka, to have my television fixed. That service is such a dirty word these days. That a guy who tries to make a living repairing televisions doesn't even have the sense to think "hey, if I'm going to work on projection televisions, maybe I should offer (for a fee) to at least pick up and drop off these things for the customer."
Maybe the shop in Lawrence has to make house calls to remain a Sony certified repair facility shop thing, and maybe they don't, I don't know. I only know that they will get money from me, and the local guys won't get squat. Except maybe I'll call them and explain that I went with the company from Lawrence because they offer a little thing called "service".
I remember when the thing would quit working. Not too much worry for us kids, we were usually outside anyway. Heck the colors on that thing were so washed out you might have just as well been watching a light bulb. At any rate, when the thing would go out, papi would call up the television repair man, and he would come over to the house. He would show up in his TV repair man's van, with his gray coveralls and his little metal toolbox and fix the television.
There is a point to this trip down memory lane, I promise. Fast forward t the wonderful year of 2007. I refused to subject myself to the same horrific television viewing experience as papi 'enjoyed.' Nope, I did better. Some years ago my grandmother (rest her soul) was feeling generous and handed out some money to everyone. It was lucky for us, our 27 inch RCA television that we'd be watching and thoroughly enjoying for the past 14 years was starting to get that hourglass figure in the picture tube. It was excuse enough to use some of the money to purchase a new television. We went with a Sony projection TV from Circuit City (back when we still had a Circuit City). And it has served us well for about 5 years now.
Suddenly, it doesn't do so well with the showing of the picture. The reds and blues are off kilter from everything else - or everything else is off-kilter from the blue which is off-kilter from the red - or...well I don't know what is off-kilter, I just know that Saving Grace is not supposed to be a 3D television program, but it looks like one on my TV.
Doing some Googling I find that there is something called an IC something or other that has probably gone kaput and must be replaced, and the convergence re-aligned by a professional. The Sony website says the closest authorized Sony service center is Servi-Tronics over in Lawrence. Being fairly certain all these projection TVs are fairly standard, and probably any competent television repair man should be able to fix it, I start calling local.
Turns out, Topeka has only 2 television repair shops. And get this, neither of them will come to the house to look at, fix or even pick the television up. Oh, the folks from Lawrence will come to the house for an extra $40 but the folks in Topeka won't come to the house at all. I don't have a truck, and I don't have a trailer. Basically, I have zero methods for getting this television to a repair shop. Unless I want to rent a uhaul, which will probably cost more than the $40 I would pay to give my business to the Lawrencians.
It is just too bad that I have to have someone come from a nearby town...a town that is smaller than Topeka, to have my television fixed. That service is such a dirty word these days. That a guy who tries to make a living repairing televisions doesn't even have the sense to think "hey, if I'm going to work on projection televisions, maybe I should offer (for a fee) to at least pick up and drop off these things for the customer."
Maybe the shop in Lawrence has to make house calls to remain a Sony certified repair facility shop thing, and maybe they don't, I don't know. I only know that they will get money from me, and the local guys won't get squat. Except maybe I'll call them and explain that I went with the company from Lawrence because they offer a little thing called "service".
28 August 2007
Benefits
I knew when I took the job I now hold with a local company there would be benefits to it beyond the little extra money and the saving of time and money driving to and from Kansas City. I experienced one of those benefits today.
We woke up around 4:30 this morning, and got the kids up and dressed, and headed out to look at the lunar eclipse. A total eclipse of the moon (not the heart - sorry Bonnie). We went to
Burnett's Mound because I figured since it is above the city lights, we'd have a better view of it, and I think I was correct in that thinking. After a couple of wrong turns (I hadn't been there since high school), we finally found the parking area, now called "Skyline Park". Surprisingly, we were alone on the Mound. I fully expected several other people to be mingling about. The kids enjoyed seeing the eclipse, and the stars. The weather was very nice, except for the wind that was strong enough to shake the camera as I tried to take long-exposure pictures of the eclipse. Some came out okay, but most are going to need quite a bit of work in the digital darkroom to make them un-fuzzy enough to enjoy.
After witnessing the event, we headed over to the International House of Pancakes and had breakfast. Everyone had a great time, which is surprising since the 5/8 is definitely not a morning person. I was, in fact, surprised that she was willing to get that early and go with us, but I'm grateful that she did. It would not have been the same without her. If I had still worked in Kansas City, we would have been able to view the eclipse, but then would have had to rush home so I could get to work. It simply would not have been anywhere near the same, nor would it have created the lasting memory I believe this morning created in the children. Having the breakfast together, at the IHoP was the kicker that sealed this into one of those 'priceless' MasterCard moments.
We woke up around 4:30 this morning, and got the kids up and dressed, and headed out to look at the lunar eclipse. A total eclipse of the moon (not the heart - sorry Bonnie). We went to
Burnett's Mound because I figured since it is above the city lights, we'd have a better view of it, and I think I was correct in that thinking. After a couple of wrong turns (I hadn't been there since high school), we finally found the parking area, now called "Skyline Park". Surprisingly, we were alone on the Mound. I fully expected several other people to be mingling about. The kids enjoyed seeing the eclipse, and the stars. The weather was very nice, except for the wind that was strong enough to shake the camera as I tried to take long-exposure pictures of the eclipse. Some came out okay, but most are going to need quite a bit of work in the digital darkroom to make them un-fuzzy enough to enjoy.After witnessing the event, we headed over to the International House of Pancakes and had breakfast. Everyone had a great time, which is surprising since the 5/8 is definitely not a morning person. I was, in fact, surprised that she was willing to get that early and go with us, but I'm grateful that she did. It would not have been the same without her. If I had still worked in Kansas City, we would have been able to view the eclipse, but then would have had to rush home so I could get to work. It simply would not have been anywhere near the same, nor would it have created the lasting memory I believe this morning created in the children. Having the breakfast together, at the IHoP was the kicker that sealed this into one of those 'priceless' MasterCard moments.
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