This was a good day! I crafted a user authentication and secured the website. S’mans sub domain is now configured and running. Also, Airborne Express delivered (left at the front door and then high stepped hurriedly back to van because he saw/heard HawkDawg going spazz thru the storm door) the new NetGear Router. It’s up and running without hitches or glitches. All systems are GO! Bossouringurl hates it when I say that 🙂 Finally, the most important good news of the day is — Mom H is putting up the good fight and is hopeful to leave the ‘horse pistol’ manana. Good show Mom! Keep it going. We love you.

Today was the last day of the ‘EOGs’. i’m glad it’s over. Now our teachers won’t be so up tight about us getting a good score. I can now write about something other than the ‘EOGs’. I don’t know why they have a reading section in the test. I don’t know when we are to ever use this in real life.

Why are teachers over concerend about tests. They tell you the stupidest stuff you could possibly dream of. Heres an example, Mr. Hampton my math teacher comes into my homeroom right before we continue with our ‘EOGs’. He says ‘class i just want you to remember that you make sure you fill in the bubbles after you have found the answer’. NO DIP CAPTIAN OBVIOUS! we’ve been taking these tests for about 5 years now! i think we can handle it.

Well because of our ‘EOGs’ our schedule is pretty messed up. We have lunch right after the 6th graders. usualy they let the 6th grade lunch out early so they don’t ‘incounter’ us in the hall. well today they kinda forgot to do that. can you say traffic jam. i was 8 feet away from the cafiteria but of course because of all 3 grades in the hall at the same time it took a little longer… about 8 minutes longer. 8 minutes to walk five feet!!!

The ‘diesel’ (DSL) has been replaced with Cable. Henrik was reporting 1500 bps down and 300 up while my ‘old baudband’ was variable 700 to 1000 and 200 up. At 50 per mo. you can’t be outdone by the neighbor. The installer showed with the hardware (only 4 days late) had a look at the power booster cable amplifier on the TV setup and said that he was unsure that the cable modem could co-exist. His solution? ‘either re-wire your house’ or ‘move your pc to another room’. Nearly ready to thank him for coming – bye, he says he’d see if it worked anyway. okay. Maybe that was just cableguy humor.

The last time I read about a Ferrari transplant was in an old R & T issue where Bill Harrah (Reno) decided he’t like to drop a V-12 into his Wagoneer… Now, decades later check out the quintessential hot rod reviewed in [AUTOWEEK] mag. The Zausner Torpedo with it’s 8C Alfa nose and 550 Maranello Ferrari 12C is an art form.

I muzt haf zis cah!

Like father like son — S’man built his own webblog page. I’m proud of you boy! [click here] to check it out.

There’s testing, testing and more testing. Everyday in school (I’m in 7th) for the next three days we have testing. It’s the End of Grades. It’s funny though, the teachers seem to be more worried about it than the students. I guess it’s more of their butts on the line than ours. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have someones career in my hands. What ever happened to the good old days when you would only pass a grade if your made good marks on your report card grades. Of course that was over five years ago in the 2nd grade. I always thought that ‘EOGs’ sounded kinda corny. I can’t wait until i’m in high school when i can call them ‘Exams’.

Bossofuringirl being out of town, I was challenged with the dread task of *programing the vcr*. I can aviate and network computers and overhaul porsches but the vcr was a formidable, never attempted head scratcher. Of course I can eject/insert a tape and manage the >> > << selections on the console — but the remote(s)? There are 47(!) buttons (some of them cryptic) one of which leads you to an on screen menu of which leads thru even more choices and bewilderment. Putting all trepidation aside, I’m here to say tada!! Your SNL is waiting for you on tape and BTW Happy Mothers Day sweetems!

The internet is pervasive. The realization hit me as the hotel recorded wakeup call began with the gingle from the windows 95 bootup wav file. Magazine ads begin to look more like web pages. Even staunch conservative bricks and mortor Wall Street Journal (the printed hardcopy version) has abandoned black and white for color tinted table backgrounds.

she who must be obeyed calls it the ‘my boss of u ring’ as she thrusts it up in my face as if it had hypnotic power. not neither, i say. what you showoff there is your very beautiful ‘u my kept woman ring’.
today marks 21 terrific years. happy anniversary baby! cheers!

R waiter at the Ruth Chris, a fine upstanding young fellow, introduced himself as Colby. ‘First time at our Steakhous?’ ‘Well it is at this one…’, I lied — embarrassed to admit. (Actually, I’d seen pictures in the inflight magazine ads — but then again I don’t think ‘Colby’ is his real name neither. hah!) They warn that the filet mignot would be served on a 500 degree plate. In other words don’t burn fingers. Important safety tip but wouldn’t such heat scortch the nice white linen table if not set it ablaze? With the bill I noticed the waiter’s thankyouyourwelcome speal included the fact that he was a fulltime college student and earning his own way (he had his violin out at this point). With the bill I could have eaten at the Boston Market for a week! I left him a good tip.