Putting away childish things

Depending on the version you subscribe to, there’s a passage in First Corinthians that goes something like “… when I became a man, I put away childish things.”

So, in that spirit, I’m giving up all my old texting acronyms (LOL, BRB, YMMY*, etc.) and moving to the adult version(s):

  • ATD: At The Doctor’s
  • BFF: Best Friend Fainted
  • BTW: Bring The Wheelchair
  • BYOT: Bring Your Own Teeth
  • CBM: Covered By Medicare
  • CUATSC: See You At The Senior Center
  • FWIW: Forgot Where I Was
  • FMI: Found My Insulin
  • GGPBL: Gotta Go, Pacemaker Battery Low!
  • GHA: Got Heartburn Again
  • HGBM: Had Good Bowel Movement
  • IMHO: Is My Hearing-Aid On?
  • LMDO: Laughing My Dentures Out
  • LOL: Living On Lipitor
  • OMMR: On My Massage Recliner
  • OMSG: Oh My! Sorry, Gas.
  • ROFL … CGU: Rolling On The Floor Laughing… And Can’t Get Up
  • SGGP: Sorry, Gotta Go Poop
  • TTYL: Talk To You Later
  • WAITT: Who Am I Talking To?
  • WTFA: Wet The Furniture Again
  • WTP: Where’s The Prunes?
  • WWNO: Walker Wheels Need Oil

 

* Note: Serious? LOL is laughing out loud, BRB is Be right back, and YMMY is Your mileage may vary.

The Righteous Brother

Years ago, and I mean years ago, the Righteous Brothers used to perform at nearby Circle Star in San Carlos, a facility that long ago, and I mean long ago, had been torn down to make way for alternate development. Years later a small Tom Cruise movie (“Top Gun”) would feature their “You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling” song that I’m sure brought fond memories to more than just me.

It was about five years ago that Bobby Hatfield passed away and that was pretty much it for the Righteous Brothers.

Around here we’re close to any number of Reno/Indian casinos featuring all sorts of acts. Once in a while it’s an “A” band, but more than often, it’s an older band on a reunion tour. Watching the familiar names show up on freeway billboards always brings a smile … until …

Today there was a billboard advertising Bill Medley as “The Righteous Brother” (singular).

I dunno. It just didn’t feel as good as all the other billboards …

Calmness

I am passing this on to you because it definitely works, and we could all use a little more calmness in our lives. By following simple advice heard on the Dr. Phil show, you too can find inner peace. Dr Phil proclaimed, “The way to achieve inner peace is to finish all the things you have started and have never finished.”

So, I looked around my house to see all the things I started and hadn’t finished, and before leaving the house this morning, I finished off a bottle of Merlot, a bottle of Bailey’s Irish Cream, a package of Oreos, the remainder of my old Prozac prescription, the rest of the cheesecake, some Doritos, a box of chocolates, and the last bit of the tequila.

You have no idea how freaking good I feel right now.

Reviving the old TiVo

The last couple of nights my TiVo has become noisier and noisier. There are only two moving parts in a TiVo, the fan and the hard disk, but you can bet it’s always the more expensive item, the hard disk, that’s failing.

After disassembling the box and removing the hard disk, my first thought was to clone the disk using a freeware program from MFSLive. Eight hours later, the new drive was installed and the TiVo went into a continuous rebooting process. Not good. So I reinstalled the old hard disk to see if I could couch *another* clone out of it. No such luck – I think the cloning process had worn it out.

Into my bag of tricks to dig up an old copy of the ultimate disk restorer, Spinrite. Spinrite works by reading and writing every sector and refreshing the disk. After an overnight run, Spinrite announced all sectors readable, but I still had a boot problem. Let’s face it, the disk data was corrupted.

My TiVo box is out of warranty as I had voided it by upgrading the hard disk to a larger size. Additionally, what TiVo wanted for repair wasn’t much less than a new TiVo would have cost.

Plan C was to do a clean install with DVRUpgrade’s InstantCake software. $40 later I found out the software only worked with PATA CD-ROM drives. Guess what, both of my PCs are SATA only. So what follows is a patch to get InstantCake to work with SATA CD-ROMs:

  • Create an InstantCake CD-ROM from the ISO and boot it.
  • After it finishes the boot process, type Ctrl-C and drop into the Linux shell.
  • Type the following:

# mknod /dev/sr0 b 11 0
# vi /usr/sbin/PTVbake3

  • Scroll down to line 232, type “i” to enter insert mode and change lines 232 and 234 as shown:

Old code:

echo ” other ——> other”
echo “”
prompt_in ” Please select from the following:” “sda” “sdb” “sdc” “sdd” “other”

New Code:

echo ” other ——> sr0
echo “”
prompt_in ” Please select from the following:” “sda” “sdb” “sdc” “sdd” “sr0

  • Type “esc”, “:” and then “x”
  • Restart the script by typing “PTVBake3″

When the prompt asks for your CD-ROM’s address, tell it sr0 and it should execute perfectly!

Obviously you lose all your saved programs and season passes, and have to perform another 30 minute self-guided install. And it will also take a day or two for all the EPG and OS updates that had been collected to be re-installed, but after that, you’ll be back up and running for a lot less than TiVo wanted!

(Oh, and since I had a huge hard drive in my inventory, I used the opportunity to upgrade to a 1TB drive – Now I have 140+ HD hours of recording space. Voila!)

Jets vs. Props

Spent a good part of the weekend in Reno watching the races. I happen to know a lot of the people working and attending the races so it was as much as a social affair as a sporting event.The races take on more meaning when you can attach a face to a plane, when you know who and what they’re up against, and when you understand the consequences of winning (moving up a class) and losing. There’s much more strategy than “going fast.”

One evening after the races had long ended, after all the spectators had left, after beers and burgers had been shared in the pits, and after the sun had gone down, another aspect (contrast?) of the races dawned on me – The jet pits were dark and deserted while the prop pits were brightly lit and beehives of activity. Repairs and maintenance was taking place.

A similar observation was made after each heat – A jet pilot would be met by one crew member who chocked the plane and helped the pilot out while a prop pilot would be met by five or six crew members who immediately swarmed over the plane pulling panels and servicing the aircraft. The jet pilot was enjoying a beer three minutes after the heat while the prop pilot was still debriefing 20 minutes later.

Even the pits were different – Prop support teams had RVs, huge trailers and support teams while the jets just sat on the ramp – Little, if any, maintenance was taking place in the jet pits. Three or four jets were occupying the same space one prop team would require.

This may sound a little blasphemous given my technology background, but similar to my America’s Cup observation about the loss of “racing romance” to technology advances, I find myself emotionally invested more in props than jets. One of my prop favorites was manufactured in 1945 – Sure hope the owner keeps her flying at least until 2045!

Sex Party?

Get your mind out of the gutter! I’m not talking about a gathering of people who have been invited by a host for the purposes of socializing, conversation, or recreation. That kind of party features food and beverages, and often music and dancing as well.

No, I’m talking about a political party! Like Democrats and Republicans. OK, never mind, maybe the difference isn’t that obvious …

So if the news reports are accurate, a group of people in Australia have formed a political party called the Australian Sex Party.

According to its platform, the Australian Sex Party is an attempt to restore the balance between sexual privacy and sexual publicity that has been severely distorted by morals campaigners and prudish politicians.

We Americans have had more than our share of sex in politics (Clinton, Edwards, Craig, Foley and on and on), so my question is: Would American politics be more interesting if we had a Sex Party?