Political Incorrectness in Outer Space

Pluto the planet, 76, died Thursday in Prague, Czech Republic, when it was killed by the International Astronomical Union -- separated from the eight "classical planets" and lumped in with two similarly sized "dwarf planets."

In 1930, a private astronomer, Clyde Tombaugh, discovered the frozen mass and designated it Planet X. It soon orbited into the stratosphere's most exclusive club as the ninth planet. An English schoolgirl, Venetia Burney, 11, named the newest planet Pluto after the mythological lord of the underworld.
(Well, in the Roman pantheon, anyway- they were just ripping off the Greeks anyway...)



Then Disney names his lamest character after Pluto. Starring in such gay-porn sounding cartoon classics as Bone Trouble, T-Bone for Two, Squatter's Rights, Bone Bandit and In Dutch (I'm not making these titles up, people!), Pluto is the stupid dog of Disney's pantheon of retarded animals. That's right, the smart one is Goofy... Goofy. Go figure.

So now all of the pointy-headed geeks have decided to revoke Pluto's full-planet status. We are now to refer to it as a "dwarf planet," which incidently seems quite crass and politcally incorrect. Haven't we hurt Pluto enough already? Do we have to relegate the poor rock to the back of the bus?

So who makes out on this change in status? The International Astronomical Union gets 5 minutes of fame for voting Pluto off of the solar system. Text book publishers will make a few greenbacks selling updated school books. Evangelistic bible-beaters will use this news as proof that scientists don't know what they hell they're talking about. Pastafarians will yammer about Pluto being "touched by His noodly appendage". Otherwise, at the end of the day it just doesn't make a bit of difference, does it?

Now I guess we stop calling Austrailia a continent...
No offense to Oz, but using the IAU's oh-so-logical arguments, it's just a frigging island after all.

Amazing, Out-

Grrar!

Family resemblance?




Amazing, grrar.

Air Travel - 2010

Let's take a trip into the future, shall we?

Sherman, set the Wayback Machine- August 20, 2010.

My flight out of Jacksonville is a 7:10 AM to Newark.
So, to be at the Air Travel Screening Facility the required 3 hours before flight time, I have to leave my home at 3:10 AM...
I arrive at the JIA Perimiter Screening checkpoint at 3:40 and it takes me 15 minutes for the inspection of my car, and once it is pronounced "clean", I can then drive to the ATSF secure parking facility. My car is sealed in plastic for the duration of my trip- so no one can siphon the gas and make a molotov cocktail that might be used against the ATSF. We're still 4 miles from the airport, so that risk is not present.

I enter the Air Travel Screening Facility and begin the ritual-
I'm assigned a changing/screening cubical number and time, stall 145, 3 minutes at 4:17.
At 4:15 I get my travel smock and take up my positon at stall 145.
The door opens at precisely 4:17 and I jump in with my bag and smock and as the door starts closing, I hurridly remove all clothing and put it in my bag, and put on the travel smock and booties.

(The travel smocks are a paper-based gown, not unlike the dressing gowns found in hospitals... They are paper based because back about 6 months ago, some random TSA Internet-scanner agent program found a discussion on some nameless Internet forum that discussed the possibility of using the cloth-based smock as a weapon to choke another passenger or one of the flight crew- Even though it was just conjecture, Homeland Security's Dynamic Threat Department decided to issue a mandate to make the travel smocks out of paper so they would tear before they could bring enough pressure in a garrote-style attack.)

So- now properly garbed for my flight, the puffer goes off- and all manner of particulates are aerosolized and are sucked into the scanner and analyzed for trace nitrates and other elements that may or may not be on the do-not-pass list.

(A couple weeks ago, I was detained for traces of nitrates while leaving Dallas. It took several hours for the TSA to verify that I had actually been working at the golf tournament and that our offices were back near the groundskeepers area, where we had to walk through the path the fertilizer spreader traveled every day. They finally cleared me to travel after they secured signed affadavits from the tournament, our corporate office, and the local TSA investigative offices in Jacksonville and Dallas that I hadn't been reported for "suspicious activities" in the previous 18 months.)

Once screened- the inner door to Level 2 of the ATSF opened and it was on to the next part of travel screening- interrogation.
I was grilled for 30 minutes on where I had traveled in the last 6 months, any issues that had occured during that travel, with special attention to the previously-mentioned incident. They brought up my last 6 months of travel, cross-referenced it with passenger lists from the flights, examined the upcoming flight manifest... No overt pairings or coincidences...
They grilled me on any connection to any recent terror incidents, and also reviewed my last 6 months of Internet use... (One of the reasons I quit keeping my Weblog in 2008.)

The seemed oddly interested in the time is spent logged into www.zhongwen.com- a Chinese language site that I use for pinyin translation of contracts on some of my events... They finally decided that is was OK since they found the permission notations in my "upcoming travel" dossier for my trips to Shanghai in November.
(I guess it doesn't matter that I make this trip every year...they always get bunged up on anything China-related since the Yellow Menace bio-scare 2 years ago.)
They finally realease me to Stage Three- X-ray and Search...
The baggage screeners take my bag and run it through an x-ray scanner, then through a gas chromatograph screener. When it doesn't trip any alarms, it is taken off to wherever bags go until we get them back on the other end of the travel segment.
(No one really knows- the TSA keeps that secret so the Terrorists can't use the information to plan an attack... As far as anyone knows they could be on the same plane as the owner, or they might be going as part of a cargo flight or taking two or three flights before getting to their destination. The TSA only guarantees that you will get your bags sometime within 24 hours of arriving in your destination city, hence the large number of clothing stores and drugstores built near the ATSF in each city, for those who are too impaitent to wait for their luggage.)
I get my x-ray and of course they don't find anything- and then I spend 15 minutes signing all the releases, waivers, and the 22 other pages of paperwork required of today's air travelers.

I finally get to the first step of real "travel" now... more than an hour after arriving at the ATSF... I am assigned to my seat.
All the Newark passengers are taken to departure lounge 21R, where there are several rows of seats. We all shuffle in in our travel smocks and take a seat. There is a short delay af the TSA is performing a deep-background investigation of anyone who was scheduled for this flight but didn't check in by the appropriate time...
Once all missing travelers are accounted for and their cancellation fines are levied, we are cleared for travel. We all get fingerprinted and retina scanned for one last ID check...
I hear the DNA insta-scanners are nearing certification, so we'll have that to look forward to in the next year or so... When that happens, if you have any DNA tags in common with anyone in the do-not-fly registry, be prepared for even more invasive scrutiny.
(And word around the Internet is that if you have anyone in your family with any history of mental illness, you'll wind up on the same list for close inspection.)
The TSA medics apply the general anesthetic and once we are under, we are strapped in and the seats are taken by tram to the aircraft and loaded into the plane. The seats are in six-seat modules and it takes about 5 minutes to load the 20 seat modules on the loader racks and in less than 10 minutes all 120 Newark passengers are on and the flight is ready to go.
After several more scares in 2008 and 2009, the TSA decided the only way to make travel safe was for all passengers to be under sedation. The mandate was issued.
"Don't like it?", people were told, "Drive your car to LA. Take a train or a bus."
(Trains and buses aren't much better- but at least you aren't knocked out for the duration.)

The flight crew is released from quarantine and take their positions for the trip and since the passengers are all asleep, there are no more flight attendants- The most welcome change (at least to the airline industry) since the time the TSA mandated the cessation of all food and beverage service. At that point, the Flight Attendants only duty was the safety briefing, but now since all air travelers must be unconscious, they are considered superfluous, and the airlines laid them all off.
(A bill was drafted and passed that let the airlines terminate their employment without severance, COBRA, unemployment, or pension. A little-know feature of the Patriot Act made it possible to pull that off "in the interest of public safety". Personally, I think the next airliner that goes down will be at the hands of a disgruntled ex-Flight Attendant.

So... all 120 sleepers are whisked off to Newark- a 2 hour flight, and once the plane is at the gate at 9:15, the seating units are dismounted and we are taken to the Recovery Area in the Newark ATSF and we are given a stimulant and we wake up...
As we come to our senses, our AirTrav ID numbers pop up on the information screen for baggage claim- My number T933, shows 10:22am, claim 20.
Only an hour... I have some time built into my schedule, so I can wait for my bag... Someone is cussing up a storm... G34223 shows 4:43 pm. Boy, it must suck not being Platinum Level.

I get my bag at 10:30 and I'm dressed and out of the Newark ATSF and heading for my noon meeting... And just think- I get to go through all this again 2 days from now.

I'm getting too old for this crap.

Ok Sherman- Set the Wayback. Get us back to 2006. Let's enjoy the trip while we can.

Famous.

Letters..... DHS / TSA

Letters to people or organizations that are unlikely to respond, Number 3:


Dear Department of Homeland Security, Transportation Security Administration:

Given the most recent case of over-reaction: "no liquids"...

Please. Give me a break.

Let me get this straight- I can't take on-board a bottle of water I purchased IN THE AIRPORT, (presumably screened BEFORE if got to the kiosk or newsstand), little skippy can't have his juice box, no toothpaste, makeup or contact lens solution...
But it is OK for Kandy the Stripper to wear her giant gel/silicone/saline implants and carry a 4 ounce bottle or tube of KY Jelly, or Tiffany can wear her gel-filled bra, and The Old Geezer can have his gel-filled wheelchair cushion.

Anytime you bend, break, or fail to apply a "safety procedure" across the board, you put everyone at risk.
Stop being so hypocritical, you happy assholes.

Oh yeah... one more thing- carefully read the notices in the airport- the notices read:
"Passengers are prohibited..."
Doesn't apply to flight crews or flight attendants.
How does that work?

What are y'all going to over-react to next?
How long is it until we are prohibited from having a carry-on of any sort?
Or perhaps even more draconian measure are implemented...

Sincerely-

TBG

Famous, out-

Letters... Avis Rental Cars

Letters to people or organizations that are unlikely to respond, Number 2:

Tuesday Aug 22, 2006

Dear Avis,
I appreciate the fact that you are trying to cut costs, and thus save me money, by employing illegal immigrants.
How do I know this?

Well, I can only assume you are using Oompa-Loompas to do your car cleaning and maintenance, including driving them to the pick-up area on the rental lot-
EVERY time in the last year I have rented a car from you, I expect to be able to get in the car, turn the key and go- and I find the seat is moved so far forward and jacked up so high that I can't even get in the car- in a couple cases the Oompa Loompa also dropped the adjustable steering column down so low that, between the seat position and elevation and the wheel position, I think it must have taken two or three of them to drive it into position...

Do me a favor- have them leave the seats and the steering in a neutral position...just enough room for me to get in...
Is that too much to ask?

Respectfully Yours-

TBG

Amazing, out- (outside, that is... On my knees, trying to adjust the seat so I can get in the car)

Letters... Jacksonville International Airport

Letters to people or organizations that are unlikely to respond, Number 1:

Tuesday Aug 22, 2006

Dear Jacksonville International Airport,
Remember the other night when I got in from Vegas? It took you guys 45 minutes to get the bags to the baggage claim carousel?
And a week ago when I came back from Montreal? 21 minutes- and of course my bag, the one labeled "Priority Handling" by Continental, was the second-to-last bag on the belt...

Take a lesson from Denver.
Timeline:

The plane hit the jetway at 12:07.
I was off by 12:09.
Walked down the concourse and took the tram to the main terminal and baggage claim.
I arrived at baggage claim at 12:16...
My bag was the third one out the chute at 12:18... total time: 9 minutes.

And I'll wager the distance from the plane to the baggage claim is more than twice what it is in Jacksonville...

Sincerely,

TBG

(Addendum Wed Aug 23-
Off the plane at 10:29, my bag is number 42, at 10:56. 27 minutes- No suprise. I guess that Continental Airlines "priority handling" tag is just there for decoration.)

Amazing, out- (at baggage claim, still waiting for my bags)

Need to be careful in China this year...

From The Register

China bans strippers at funerals

So... I guess I won't be attending any funerals in Shanghai this year.

Guess I'll stick with drinking and hanging out in karaoke bars.

Famous, out-

Welcome to Irony, population: Me

I got a paper cut opening a band-aid wrapper.

Famous, (bleeding) out-

Montreal - City of One Thousand Saints

Montreal-

I've traveled quite a bit, as most Constsant Readers know, and I have to tell you the Montreal ranks pretty high in The Big Guy's City Index.

Curiously, I have found Toronto to be fairly bland, but Vancouver is probably my favorite city in North America. Not really sure why I like Canadian cities above US metropoli, but there it is.
(Don't get you knickers in a twist about *your* city. You need to pay a visit to the Jewel of British Columbia to really appreciate it.)

Now on this trip, I'm finding Montreal to be a place with charm, history, culture and ambiance.
Not that I'm really getting to immerse myself in the culture and charms of the city, but in traveling about the city you can get a taste of the style, the flair. Hopefully I will get to spend more time here on a subsequent trip to really get a full taste of the city.

Getting here was a chore... I had a ton o' crap to do on my 2 days in the office and it spilled over into Wednesday AM. I got to the airport right at 1 hour before flight time. Alas- No upgrade on the flight. I was bummed.
I did relish the full-size aircraft for a little while- knowing that I would be flying the hated Embraer 145 between Newark and Montreal.
The real blemish on the travel was The Man and his two-year-old daughter who sat next to me.
Initially, it was the man and his wife, each with a child in the lap. Five of us in the three-across seats in coach... The flight attendant came by and said they couldn't sit that way- not enough oxygen masks if there were to be a problem so Mom and the youngest youngun were moved a couple rows upstream. (Lucky lady. Saved her a ton of embarrasment.)
Dad had the window seat, and The Little Miss had the center seat- Everything was hunky-dory until it was time to put on the seat belt...
Little Miss I-Don't-Wanna pitched a complete pedal-to-the-metal conniption fit, complete with the kicking and the screaming and the ear-splitting squeals that had the passengers in the two rows fore and aft of us bleeding from the ears.
This child went completely ape-shit, and nothing Dad could do would pacify the critter. If was as if the mere suggestion of strapping-in flipped some cranial synapse- and she kept going and going and going until her batteries ran down. She screamed for a solid hour, by the end of which Dad was a frazzle and I was completely deaf in my left ear. My left arm was also having muscle spasms from being constantly tensed against the kicking that Miss Sunshine was doing... Had I had my ubiquitous roll of duct tape, I would have used it... Probably with Dad's help.
In case you are wondering, Mom never turned around... Never acknowledged our presence. I'm sure she was thinking her stars that she was away from the scene of the carnage.

Things weren't over when her batteries wore down, either. When we started our descent into the Newark airport, she was unable to clear her ears, so we were back with the screaming and the kicking... The little girl was kicking and screaming too...
Compared to that flight, the 56 minutes on the EJ145 between Newark and Montreal was heaven.

So much for The Travel Experience...

In Montreal, the real fun began.

We'd been running all-out since Thursday morning...

Jon Hart and I arrived at 6:50 in the morning, and our crane and riggers arrived at 7:00. As we looked at the site, my apprehention began to grow...
Our "crane" was a boom truck that at full extention couldn't lift one row of modules, let alone the full sized wall...


Then we had "issues" with ad panels, equipment locations, the size of the bolt holes for attaching the 4000lb video wall to the hanging structure...


Oh, we didn't just have issues, we had a whole subscription.
We finally got a real crane around 2:00, and in the midst of a cold rain, we were able to get the show on the road.


Hard to move the cases when the wheels aren't "wheels" any more...


Looks like the lid for that case is a bit off-center. Has *nothing* to do with the 600 pounds of video modules stacked on it.


4000lbs of flying hardware, with the reletive aerodynamics of a set of car keys.


Ready to lift off...


Did I mention the wind was really screaming as we were flying the walls?

Well...
We got the walls up on Thursday, and on Friday morning we concentrated on cabling and rigging said cables, then placing the processors and power distributors.
Lastly we dealt with rigging signal cables from our broadcast location to the processors...

That finished for the day, we hit the road and had dinner with the boys from Hawkeye- my friends from Newport, John and Chris, and two others, Raz and another Chris.
After an interesting sushi dinner at a take-out sushi place near McGill University, we wound up in a pub near the Fairmont...

Raz & Chris


Chris, Chris & John


And of course, Jon & Jennifer

Good times...Good times...

Saturday AM was videowall time to fine-tune our display of the signal and picture appearance-

A big shout-out to Ken "Redneck" Flanagan who provided tech support from a counter seat at a Waffle House in North Carolina, having a good ol' Southern breakfast while I swapped cables and tickled the switches on the Folsum and the processor on the Toshiba until we had a pretty picture.
(Bear in mind that I went to the site early, foregoing breakfast in hopes of getting the videowall tuned before 10:00- So I could barely hear his coaching over my stomach rumbling... And it didn't help to hear his running commentary about the fine Awful House food... ("It's an 'Awful House'" he told me "it was a Waffle House, but the W is missing from the sign.")
Joh and I spent the rest of the day in "cleanup" mode, moving empty cases, dressing cables, organizing the operations space, etc and headed out just after play was over for the day...
It is the rare day when you can leave a tennis event while the sun is still in the sky.
The Hawkeye guys were making a late night of it, they needed to do a night-time calibration of their hardware, so they stuck around after we left.

Bill "The Tennis Machine" Mitchell arrived that evening- We wound up at a pizza joint on University Avenue... Tasty stuff. We all walked around a bunch after that- Just people watching on Saint Catherine St. and avoiding the strip club barkers..
"C'mon in, and let the sin begin!"
"This is the place you can grab some titty!"
and the classic-
"It's like Disneyland for your hands!"

Wow.

Needless to say, with Jenny Mac along, we kept our evening "PG rated".

Sunday involved getting Bill and his equipment situated, and doing more site organization.
It was my last day on-site so I was trying to get as much done to help get things situated for the event day-to-day stuff, and to give Jon a headstart with breakdown.
We moved some more cases and did a few more housekeeping chores, then we were in a holding pattern until the TV crews were in and did their setup...


Hey Event Staffers- Anyone recognize these gray cases hiding on the site?"

Sunday PM I got a chance to get re-acquainted with a loyal listen2unclejay.com reader, Luc from Montreal- he and his family were on-site at the tennis centre- a long-time family tradition. I had met Luc nine years ago...(Wow. Nine years.) We were both in Pittsburgh for then NHL draft in 1997... Luc runs the Big Iron - the IBM Mainframes- for the NHL. Somehow, Luc and Dan-O and P-Squared were talking about my website a few months ago and Luc has been looking in now and again...


Luc & his peeps in the stands. Just my luck that he turned around as I shot the pic.
We shot the breeze on the upper deck of the centre court for a little while, until some folks started shooting us dirty looks for talking during play...
Luc and I will be crossing paths (and maybe swords) as our NHL project progresses later this year...

There were only 4 matches on Centre Court, so we were out before sundown again on Sunday, and after a bit of rest and a couple asprin we headed out.

We wound up in a bar called "Les 3 Brasseurs" for dinner- it's a microbrewery on St. Catherine St... They have some great beers- Jon was downing the Blonde ale like it was water- I was drinking with The Captain, and after one Captain and Coke, Bill switched to plain ol' Coke, as he mistakenly wore his "drinking skirt" out that evening...
They have a pseudo-pizza thing called "les flamms"... Tasty tasty...
And watch out for their "Meter of Beer" - 10 1/2 pint glasses of beer on a long wood rack.
Check out the menu on their website... Good stuff.
Yet another good time was had by all...

I retired from the field early- My flight was at 6:40 the following morning- so I was needing to leave the hotel between 4:15 and 4:30- I didn't know what the conditions at the airport were going to be like, given the latest brouhaha over in the UK.

I packed my bags and cleaned out my backpack so there was nothing that would catch the eye of the security screeners or the Customs dudes...
I got a reasonably good night sleep and only said 4 or 5 dirty words when the alarm went off at 4:00.
AM.
In the morning.
(I have GOT to quit taking morning flights.)

The trip to Jax was uneventful- the 50 minute flight from YUL to EWR was a EJR145 and I was able to grit my teeth and bear it... The EWR to JAX was a 737, and I got my upgrade- nice... except no food. Odd- they usually serve something on the moring flights. Oh well...
Not like missing a meal or two is going to hurt me, eh?

Prepping now for a trip to Denver at the end of this week with Dan-O...

Denver...
Rodizio Grill... LoDo... The Cheshire Cat in Arvada...

Hmmm...

Could be trouble...


Famous, out-

Church

And people ask me why I don't go to church...

One Sunday morning, Fr. Flores noticed little Patrick standing in the foyer of the church staring up at a large plaque. It was covered with names with small American flags mounted on either side of it.

The seven year old had been staring at the plaque for some time, so the Priest walked up, stood beside the little boy, and said quietly, “Good morning, Patrick.”

“Good morning, Father,” the boy replied, still focused on the plaque. Then he asked, “Father, what is this?”

The priest said, “Well, son, it’s a memorial to all the young men and women who died in the service.”

Soberly they stood together, staring at the large plaque. Finally, little Patrick’s voice, barely audible and trembling with fear, asked:

“Which service: the 8:30 or the 11:00?”

----

Says it all, I think.

Amazing, out-

Watch out, Montreal...

TBG is on the way.

Lock up the wimmin & chilluns, and hide the farm animals.

Rogers Cup tennis will never be the same.


(Luc, this warning is especially for you.)

Amazing out-

A Week in Vegas

Well...
Orange County to Jacksonville to Vegas and back to Jax Again.

Las Vegas...
Bright lights. Free booze. Basketball.

Let's set the scene for Las Vegas, shall we?

I'll hit the important points and some words to live by...

Breakdown of the WTT Finals in Newport Beach, California was less than fun.
(To put it mildly, it was a monumental pain in the ass...)
It was a long, hot afternoon in the California sun, and after it was over, the Newport staff took off for the post-party with promises of "We'll be back in an hour to help you load the scoreboards into the shipping case..."
Note: Scoreboards are 8'long and weigh 400+lbs. It took six of us to wrestle them into place.

Lessons learned:
At the end of a long event, make sure the event staff on-site commit to helping with the breakdown of equipment, no matter what time it is. Don't let them leave before the job is finished.

Breakdown started about 5:30 in the afternoon; I had pulled all my cables, tarps, radar displays, and scoring systems and loaded it all into shipping crates. It had taken about two and a half hours- now it was just a waiting game... I figured the Newport Guys would be along shortly, ready and refreshed.
Ha!
At about 8:00 I couldn't wait any more and shanghaied the Hawkeye guys, Chris Perry and John Mason, to help me with the boards... It about killed them, but we muscled the boards up to the ground level and got them into the shipping case.
Around the time I had finally put the final seals on the last shipping case and stacked it all for pickup, the Newport Guys showed up. Thouroughly buzzed.

"Well... Y'all ready for your workout? We need to move the scoreboards off the court." I told them.
"What? Now? You're kidding! We can't do it now..." they whined.
"Oh no... You said you'd be back to help-"
"But...but...what about in the morning?" they pleaded.
"Oh no. I have a flight to Florida in the morning. Do you have work gloves? These things will tear up your hands without gloves..." I told them, pushing them toward the center court.
They were about to cry...

I let them off the hook.
"Never mind- The Hawkeye guys helped me load them."

Lo, the rejoicing lasted for days.


Restaurants & Closing Times

We (Chris, John and Yours Truly) were starving- since end of play was about 4:30, we missed the dinner hour, and it was all asses and elbows until 9:00- we were racing to hit Agora before 9:30.
Why 9:30? Because that was the final seating time.

Restaurant folks- WTF is wrong with you people?
If you are open from 4:00 PM to 10:00 PM, BE OPEN FROM 4 UNTIL 10!
Agora- (which has great food, don't get me wrong..) opens at 4 but doesn't start serving until 5:30 (huh?) and closes at 10:00, but won't seat anyone after 9:30.
Restaurant staff get pissed off when a party of 4 rolls in 15 minutes before closing...
"But we've already started cleaning up." they complain.
Bullshit. You're sign says "open 'til 10". Serve me.

Don't lead me on with "Serving starts at-" and "Last seating-"...
And, by the way- if this happens to you, don't get snotty with the waitstaff once you are seated.... That is the best way to an order of the snot-flavored soup, and the urine vinegrette dressing on your salad.

So... Back to our hungry protagonists-
"No...we've already had last seating." she tells me at 9:10.
Needless to say, I went through my standard calming mantra:
Visualize the calm blue water off the Tortugas;

My hands holding the hostess' head under the clear cool water...
Count to ten in Hebrew.

Ah... much better.
Ok... we still need food.

Chris: "Look- There's a McDonalds."
Yours Truly: "I said 'food'. Do you know what the stuff from McD's is made out of? The crap that comes out of pencil sharpeners. We are NOT going to McDonalds."

Be careful of what you want.

So we cruised the outskirts of Irvine looking for a place to eat as the magic hour of 10:00 PM approached, we saw a neon sign advertising "Hamburger Mary's Bar and Grill".
Cool. Bar food. Can't go too far wrong.
(Boy was I mistaken.)
We piled into the restaurant and took a seat at a booth.
Then we got a good look around... Hmmm...
A couple pairs of guys on the dance floor. Several pairs of women that were sitting dangerously close to each other at the bar.
Decorations straight out of "Priscilla, Queen of the Desert". Some other props straight out of Rocky Horror.
"Uh, guys. I don't think we're in Kansas anymore."
The Hawkeye guys were also coming to a realization that we were in some kind of Alternative Lifestyle watering hole. They didn't mind, and as for me, I could give a shit... As long as they were still serving food, I don't care what was going on to the beat of Baltimora's "Tarzan Boy" over under the disco ball...
2 steak dinners and a chicken platter later we were outta there, none the worse for the wear...
If you're looking for a good time... (Depending on your own personal proclivities, of course,)
You might want to check out Hamburger Mary's, on McArthur, near the OC airport.
Tell 'em The Big Guy sent you.
(The one who threatened the poofy bartender with physical violence due to a overly suggestive leer.Heh.)

Airport fun.

Now, at some point in the previous few days a gig came up for USA Basketball, a game in Las Vegas between Team USA and the Purto Rico team. And, as per usual, I arranged for game ops and support for this little slice of heaven.
I needed a Statistician (Pat Gehm in Houston) for the game, along with the stats equipment, which was in Jacksonville. And the game was on Thursday night...
What with costs for one-way flights and all, it basically required me to go back to Florida for 6 hours rather than going straight to Vegas. Geez.

So this week's travel schedule-

Monday AM- Depart OC, through Houston, to Jax, arrive 10:30 PM.
Go to the office to pick up equipment prepared by the Help Desk.
Home at 12:00, midnight.
Repack bags.

Tuesday AM- Leave for airport at 5:30 AM. (Home for 5:30, sleep for 4 of those.)
7:10 flight- Jax, Houston, Vegas. Arrive 3:00PM.
Go to arena, see when ESPN truck is due- ETA:9:00AM tomorrow.
Go to hotel, check in, Dead asleep by 5:00.

Wednesday: Up at 4:00 AM.
Go to Hooters Casino, gamble until 6:30am. (Lose $50.00)
Got to Graybar for cable and hardware for install. Breakfast nearby.
9:00 AM Wed @ Thomas & Mack Arena, UNLV. Install wiring for USAB Game...
Depart at 6:00pm.
7:00 to 11:00, dinner & gambling at Mirage Casino.

Dinner- Samba at Mirage Casino


Yet another Churrascaria...
Passable, but nothing outstanding.

I'm not a fan of the Las Vegas rodizios.
At other churrascaria, they bring the meat around without ceasing until you throw in the towel. In Vegas, they bring each selection around once, then you have to request them to bring back the ones of which you want additional servings.
I'm not a fan of this process...
I want them to just keep bringing them to me, let me say "yea" or "nay"...don't make me beg.
This is the third rodizio I've tried in Vegas- Yoli's, Rumjungle in Mandalay Bay, and now Samba, and it seems to be a "Vegas Only" procedure.

Samba was nice...

Even though it felt a little like being inside a huge conch shell...

Oh well... Sunset was nice...


Thursday:
Game day was a bit stressful...
I was expecting Pat, my statisticaian, at around noonish...
I called to get his flight info... He wasn't going to make it at noon.
Let's just say "there were issues".
He called a bit later to let me know he'd be in at 4:00pm.
Geez.
Cutting it a little fine, but knowing Pat I had confidence.
I was more concerned with Continental... If there were any flight complications or weather issues, I would the one trying to stat the game...
ESPN would not be pleased with the stats if I was to be the one driving the machine.
I set 'em up and make sure they work, I can even act a spotter, but it takes some specialized talent to keep running stats on an NBA/USAB game.


Pat and his better (much better, I might be so bold as to say) half, Mary, arrived at four and I got them to their hotel, the Venetian, tout suite then I hauled ass back to the arena to finish off some continutity problems I was having.

The Venetian

I shot this the night before from the parking deck of the Mirage.

Pat made it to the arena about 6 and started game night prep; The game started without a hitch at 8:00pm and I had all out equipment broken down and packed by 11:15- By Midnight we were losing our asses at a single-deck blackjack table in the Palms Hotel, drinking with The Captain and enjoying every minute of it.

We bailed around 2:30 and discovered that In-N-Out Burger is NOT open 24 hours...

Mary is a junkfood junkie... We hunted around until we found a McDs that was still open, where we were able to blunt the edge of her cravings with minimal bloodshed and only vague threats of violence if the fries were not "hot and fresh, damn it"...

I took them back to the Venetian, then rolled myself back to the Hampton Inn where I slept until 7:30-

Friday
My flight was at 12:30pm.
I was packed and out of the Hampton Inn by 8:00. We had breakfast at the Venetian (Very good, if a bit limited buffet at the Cafe Grand Lux)
I still had a couple hours to kill, and since the minimum bets at the Venetian were 15 dollars a hand, we decided on a casino with lower minimum bets...
That's right- the Hooters Casino.
When I left them at 11:20, they were at a $5 dollar blackjack table drinking vodka like water and betting $25 dollars a hand and winning a majority of the hands.

I hit the airport like it was on fire, went through the TSA checkpoint with nary even a raised eyebrow, and was settled into Biz Class like an Alabama tick... 2 rum and cokes, a tasty snack, and 2 DVD episodes of "Firefly" later found us in Houston, and a couple hours later I was standing in the baggage claim in Jax, fuming as to why it takes 40 minutes from the time the plane stops moving until I get my bags.
This is UN-F%@#*%ng-ACCEPTABLE.

Ah, the calming mantra...

The cool, clear waters of the Tortugas...

My hands around the neck of the baggage handler, holding him under water...

Count to ten in Greek...

Ah... Much better.

Famous, out.

Ouch. I was tagged with a meme!

The March Hare, purveyor of fine conservative observations at The Mad Tea Party, tagged me with this Book Meme. I'm flattered she believes my literary opinions might be interesting...

1.) One book that changed your life:
The Way Things Work: An Illustrated Encyclopedia of Technology (1973 edition)
I got this book for my 12th birthday and it opened my eyes to an understanding of not only "what" something did, but also showed the "why and how"... I also taught me never to be afraid to go after some piece of hardware with a screwdriver and a hacksaw. Or a hammer if those didn't work.

2.) One book you've read more than once:
So many to choose from... How about the one(s) I've re-read them most?
The Lord of the Rings trilogy...

3.) One book you'd want on a desert island:
Eschewing the obvious (Raft-building for Dummies, etc)
I'd have to go with "The Complete Works of Mark Twain".

4.) One book that made you laugh:
"The Screwtape Letters" by CS Lewis.

5.) One book that made you cry:
Under the Volcano by Malcolm Lowry
"Suddenly he screamed, and it was as though this scream were being tossed from one tree to another, as it's echos returned, then, as though the trees themselves were crowding nearer huddled together, closing over him, pitying...

Somebody threw a dead dog after him down the ravine."


6.) One book that you wish had been written:
"How to understand and cope with idiots in your life without resorting to overt violence and/or dismemberment."
(Doubtless I will need this when Hunter starts dating.)

7.) One book that you wish had never been written:
"Flashback" by Nevada Barr- It has caused me *so* many dumb questions and stupid visitor encounters in the Dry Tortugas.

8.) One book you're currently reading:
"The Diamond Age: Or, a Young Lady's Illustrated Primer" by Neal Stephenson


9.) One book you've been meaning to read:
"Eats, Shoots & Leaves: The Zero Tolerance Approach to Punctuation"
by Lynne Truss

10.) Tag five others:
Deidre at Time and Tides
Kim on The Mailboat
Jess at Jessica's Diary
and
Zach at The Wrong Way

Sorry-I can only come up with 4... Most of the other blogs that I frequent probably wouldn't participate.
(Or, we wouldn't want the feed back from, in the case of some sites like Reverse Cowgirl, etc.)

He didn't think it through completely...

Or maybe he did...?

I see my ex-wife finally found a new boyfriend...

Poor bastard.

Famous out-

FGA/FAQ WTT Edition

Frequently asked questions/ Frequently given answers.

(WTT edition)

1. Is the software finished?
2. Tennis? You're kidding, right?
3. Scoreboards? Who's going to set them up? Volunteers?
4. (You do know that tennis volunteers tend to be 50+ year old divorcees chasing the club pro...)
5. Paint, blood and teargas.
6. What's the temperature today? A hundred and WHAT?
7. They are supposed to be green and fuzzy.
8. 1-866-6??-5300. Tell them I told you to call.
9. Let me spell it out for you... "M-O-N-E-Y"
10. 3O3
11. Where is the closest Starbucks?
12. If the DJ plays House of Pain's "Jump Around" one more time, I'm gonna go strangle him with his mic cord...
13. What is the boiling point of silicone?
14. Captain & Coffee? Sure. Why not?
15. Do we have a match order yet?
16. No...Nothing is open here. You need to drive to Anaheim.
17. Where is the nearest Hooters?
18. She's not the waitress. She's a homeless woman who lives behind our dumpster.
19. Me, tennis isn't; You do.
20. Remember when I was complaining about the snow in Italy? I was wrong.
21. What software version is on this machine?!
22. No, collegen is for the lips, Botox is for the wrinkles.
23. I will NOT share my Ambien with you. Forget it.
24. Find me an umbrella or a sunshade, or I am going to kill everyone and everything within a 300 yard radius.
25. Don't try this at home, kids. I'm a professional.

And another thing-

The IDS Help Desk, purveyors of fine support for the NBA, NHL, WTT tennis, and scorebugs and a plethora of other stuff... Ron, Jeff, Hector, Bill, Steve, Dave, Chris, Mark, Sam, Lafaro, Sean, Ryan, Jim, Claudia...are among the finest, most competent, and technically capable people that I have ever had the pleasure of working with.

They have many challenges to overcome on a daily basis, consisting of marginal software, a lack of training time, poorly tested systems, overly-high expectations and a lack of capable people in the field to work with.
Miracles performed immediately, the impossible requires 24 hour notice.

Even with some of these issues, the Help Desk guys work diligently to provide support and assistance in the face of impending deadlines and unrelenting pressure from outside influences.

Good work, guys.
(Even though in the heat of the battle I called one of them a ben tian sheng de yi dui rou...Dong ma?)

Famous out-

One more thing...

MY current addiction...

Mocha Frappuccino® Blended Coffee from Starbucks.

I get mine without whipped cream, but with an extra shot of espresso.

400 calories and a rollercoaster ride to hell in a 24oz plastic cup.


From the Starbucks nutrition (heh) calculator.

Serving Size 24 fl. oz.
Calories - 400
Fat Calories - 50
Total Fat (g) - 6
Sat. Fat (g) - 3
Trans Fat (g) - 0
Cholesterol (mg) - 20
Sodium (mg) - 340
Total Carbs (g) - 81
Fiber (g) - <1
Sugars (g) - 67
Protein (g) - 8
Vitamin A - 0%
Vitamin C - 0%
Calcium - 25%
Iron - 10%

* The nutrition information for beverages is based on Starbucks® beverage recipes. Because beverages are handcrafted, exact information may vary. Data is calculated using esha Research’s Genesis® R&D software, and rounded to meet FDA regulations. Data for vitamins and minerals refers to percentage of US recommended daily intake values.


Wow.

Famous out-

Sacramento & Newport, again.

24 hours in Sacarmento-
In SAC at 11:30, a power-nap in the site parking lot under a tree,
in the rental car with the AC running full blast to keep the temp
a cool 75 degrees for an hour... Trying to catch up on just a little sleep.

Our WTT match was at 7:30 local time- I did some prep work to make breakdown go a little better, then we just killed time until the start of the match.

I spent a good amount of time price-comparing digital cameras, since I had lost mine at some point between 5 and 11 AM... It was either in my room in Newport, in the rental car in Newport, or at the TSA checkpoint in the OC airport.
I was resigned to getting a new one, and kicking myself in the ass for losing my favorite camera.

The match went off without a hitch- (good thing too...I was in no mood for shenanigans.)
No webcam this time...no time for stuff like that...
The match ended just after 10:00pm- I started breaking down at 10:30, as soon as I could get enough room on the court to move the scoreboards and start pulling cables.
I wrapped the scoring table and packed it to be shipped, then Rick Farmer (the site manager) and I removed the wheels from the scoreboards and got them in the crates, padded for transport and I was off the site by 1:30AM...
I got pulled over by the Rancho Cordova police on the way to the hotel for suspicion of DUI...
I was on the wrong side of road on the way into the hotel- but it was because the lanes were poorly marked, and definitely not because of inebriation...after 45 minutes of discussion and debate I got a written warning and finally checked in to the hotel and got some blissful sleep.

I was out at 6:00AM and heading back to the Airport- I had to stop by the site and do one last check before departing, and I needed to agument my wardrobe- during breakdown the night before I had torn the only pair of cargo shorts I brought to Sacramento... I stopped at Target and set a new in-and-out record for a purchase- in at 8:01, back in the car with a new pair of shorts at 8:04.
When I refueled my rental car on the way to the airport I changed into the shorts in the bathroom at the gas station... I kinda missed the cool airflow the hole in the seat was providing, but since modesty and good taste are high on my personal priorities list, I decided to opt for propriety and discretion. Besides, I didn't want to scare anyone unnecessarily.

No delays this time, and although I didn't get a bulkhead/aisle seat, I did get a good seat about 12 rows back, and the woman in the window seat was a joy to chat with... A grandmother who was heading to OC to join up with her kids and grand kids for a flight to Cancun... She was a lot of fun and made the time pass quickly.

When I got off the flight, my cell phone jumped to life- Problems at the site... Hurry up and get to Palisades and get things fixed...
I got to the site by 2:00 and recitified the problems by 3:00 (urgency in resolution mandated by the 100+ degree temperature), then headed for the hotel for a power nap in the delightful Air Conditioning.
Back on site at 5:00- the 7:00pm match was played without issues and we were off-site by 11:00.

Here's the July Miracle: I had a day off.

That's right- no matches on Friday. No other city needing to be setup or broken down, just 24 hours of nothing.
I stuck the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door and slept until 12:00, watched a couple DVDs. I went to Frys later in the afternoon and drooled on the esoteric hardware, and had a tasty dinner at Agora (link ), a Churrascaria near the hotel.
Tasty stuff at Agora, although it beats me why you name a Brazilian restaurant the Greek word for "market" (heh- "agora" in Portuguese means "now")... the food was phenomenal- especially the picana and the sirloin... The bacon-wrapped chicken was really moist and flavorful too...and the lamb.
If you're in the O.C.- check out Agora. Now. At the corner of Main and McArthur.

And good news! After many phone calls and pointed conversations and accusations with administrative officials at Avis, the TSA and the Crown Plaza Hotel, I have my camera back! The world is once again spinning in greased grooves.

It's a double header today... We have one match at 3:00pm, and another at 7:00pm. And the finals are tomorrow at 1:00pm. In the heat of the day...
(Weather.com says 79 degrees at 2:00pm, like they know anything about the weather.)
We'll be breaking down by 5:00 or so.

Stay tuned for more WTT Fun.

Famous, out-

Southwest Airlines, Part 3.

I said I was going to go into this trip on Southwest with an open mind...

The tale of Flight 2211.

I had typed up a 3 page rant against Southwest Airlines, Santa Ana Airport, tennis events and frequent air travel. Most of it was typed with the assistance of Captain Morgan...
After proofing it yesterday, I decided that it was too full of bitterness, creative spelling, marginal grammar, lyrical profanity and general unreadability for public consumption.

I have decided to abandon that boatload of vitirol and disparagement against Southwest, SNA, tennis, Californians, Avis, hot weather, standing in lines, nomadic lifestyles, Starbucks, and the TSA...

Let me sum up...

Yadda yadda yadda, I still hate SWA,
blah, blah, blah, 2 hour-delayed flights,
Yadda yadda, it's %$@*&$ hot here in CA,
blah, blah, tennis sucks out loud.
yadda yadda, lost digital camera,
blah blah, body cavity search at SNA due to a misplaced screwdriver.

The only thing that deserves mention in detail are the folks in line with me for the flight on Wed AM...
They kept me from going completely postal and killing many many people...
Through their good humor I was able to keep my composure and actually survive the trip to Sacramento.
Thank you Lucille (and your partner-in-crime whose name I never got) from RK Properties , Harley Man, Jen and the girl whose bag we forgot when they made us change gates...

One other thing- this check-in procedure for Southwest bears a little scrutiny.
If you want an "A" boarding pass for SWA, you HAVE to do the on-line check-in, and you have to do it no less than 20 hours out from your flight.
For my 12:00pm flight on Thursday, I logged in as soon as I got to the site, 2:00pm on Wednesday, and I got a "B" boarding pass... I was the 65 person to check in for the flight.
Listen to your Uncle Jay- check in early, or be prepared to enjoy a middle seat in the back of the plane.

Enough said...

Famous out-

Southwest Air, take 2.

Just a quick hit-

It was a bad experience this AM...
A 2 hour delay getting out of OC. Add the 2 hours that I arrived at the airport early-
Spent way too much time at the airport today.
Plus, Avis had no cars available-so I had to get a car from Alamo.
(Which means 30 minutes of paperwork.)

Oh... I can feel a rant coming on...

Why haven't you heard about the melt-down in the news?

Big Guy Kills 10 in Air Rage Incident- Film At 11:00

...because my fellow travelers kept me calm and sedated.

Smart folks, those ones...

More on this later...

Famous- out.

Escape from Indy, on to Cali.

(Out of the frying pan, into the fire.)

Look! Up in the sky!

It's a bird!

It's a plane!


It's...it's...a Toshiba Technorainbow video wall!

That's right, 4000 pounds of levitating hardware that would make one big hole in the pavement if one of the cables were to part...
(Astute readers will note that Yours Truly is nowhere near this beast while it is on the move...)

Breakdown in Indy was a slice of pie...
Play was over about 4:45 on Sunday afternoon... We had already loaded out the outside court alpha boards onto the truck earlier in the morning, so we were ahead of the came as the finals got underway.

We had 2 of our scoreboards that were heading to San Diego as cargo, one of our trucks was heading to Cincy, and the other was heading to Washington DC with the Video wall...

Polly and Matt handled wrapping up the TV Graphics equipment and cables, Glyn and Chris broke down the operations room, and Rich and I did the courtside equipment like the radar and the clocks. Once we wrapped up all the cables and the displays, we hit the Match Update center en-masse and wrapped that beast in record time.


The Match Update Center, A/k/a, The MUC.
And, if you haven't seen Hayes lately, he's the bald bastard next to the wall.

Next Matt and I undressed the video wall- taking apart everything that could be unplugged or unbolted or taken apart that wouldn't compromise the assembly...

We were way ahead of schedule, and thus were able to leave the site by just after 10:00.
A quick nosh in the restaurant in the hotel next door and we hit the sack- we had an early call on Monday... We had a rigger and a gaffer meeting us to help break down the video wall.

On the way out I saw one of the more bizarre sculptures I've ever seen...

I'm sure every city had a Deerwood, Deercreek, Deermeadows or something that the designer and landscaper decorate with a brass deer or two... Indy is no different...



But... I've never seen this kind of statue...


I just don't have the words to describe it...

7:00 saw us arriving with a vengeance- ready to put everything in the truck that wasn't nailed down...
The stagehands were on-time and we flew the walls and disassembled them without incident or injury.
We had to play "magic box" to get all the cases into the truck; they were packed carefully in order to distribute the load inside the truck so we'd have no trouble while going through the weigh stations on the highway...
(The truck was back-axel heavy on the way up, unsafe and marginally illegal, so we were taking care not to have it happen on the way to the next event.)
It took some loading and unloading, repacking and stacking, but in the end we were successful...



We were out of the site by 2:00- An hour under my estimate.
We headed back to the hotel.
The other guys had one more night in Indy-
Yours Truly was on a 6:00p flight to the OC... Again.

A quick shower later and I was heading to the airport - and guess what...
That's right, 2 upgrades... Indy to Houston and Houston to Orange County.
I skipped dinner on the first flight, thinking I'd get something in Houston or in OC, but a thunderstorm killed my extra time in Houston and they only served a snack on the second flight...Oh well...
I can survive missing a few meals...As a matter of fact, it wouldn't hurt me to miss a few more.
But I digress...


Back here in OC for the WTT match tonite,
Gave the entire system a good scrubbing today- got the speed displays taken care of...
They are looking good. The scoreboards are good...
And since things were going too well, the NBA had to call and ask about doing a USAB game in Las Vegas next week.
So... I'll be in Lost Wages for a couple days before my next gig in Montreal.

All is going smoothly here. The radar is working, Hawkeye is hawking, our scoring software is chugging away...

We'll be out of here by 10:30...
I have an early flight to Sacramento again... Southwest Air... And I'm going into this with an open mind...
We'll see how it goes.

Famous, out-

Rules of the Roadie

Spongemark Squarehands is over in France working on the LPGA Masters in Evian.
(From my tenure at this event: The Tale of Dirty Bill)
I got a message from him this afternoon, passing along some words of wisdom from Phillipe at Supervision, one of our suppliers over in Europe.

Rules of the Roadie- (Euro version)
Everything that is red, you drink.
Everything that is white, you sniff.
Everything that is green, you smoke.
Everything that moves, you screw.
Everything that does not move, you put in the truck.

Wow.

Famous, out.

Quotes/Taken out of context - Indiana.

Glyn: "Get your happy ass down off there."
(to Matt)

Matt: "I couldn't keep from making eye-to-eye contact with her breasts."

Glyn: "Do you think the clock will work?"
Chris: "I don't know. I just found the controller in a bag full of water."

Chris: "I don't know what happened... As soon as he went to serve, it all turned red."

Anonymous: "Not &%#@$% Mexican again."

Chris: "We didn't get it."

Matt: "I wanna meet her. She sounds hot."
(Famous last words.)

Chris: Wow. Better not use that bathroom for about 20 minutes.

Chris: Don't take the back all the way off during play.
Rich: Screw it. I'm taking it off... Wait! It's working.
Chris: Hurry, put the back back on... Let's go.

Chris: I just saw Melissa again. *sigh*

Chris: Her outfit was an embarassment.
YT: What? I didn't know you were the IDS fashion plate.

Polly: He's not ready. Get him out of there. Call the bullpen and get another statistican warming up.
Chris: Hey- it's his first time. He needs the experience.

(Granted without Spongemark Squarehands, things are a little tame here...)
Famous!
Out.

Wow. I'm gonna be rich.

(Danger: Sarcasm mode=on)

Look what I got in my e-mail today! I'm so so lucky this guy in Nigeria has mistaken me for some other poor fool, so I can take advantage of this opportunity. HooHa!

ATTENTION: I must confess it's a great pleasure to admit my impeccable gratitude to have you as my honored personality I am UGOCHUKWU HARRISON, AN ACCOUNT ADVISER to Late Engr.Jim Watton ,a national of your country, who used to work with shell Development company in Nigeria.
Here after shall be referred to as my client. The fatal Planecrash which occured in Kanu On Saturday, 4 May, 2002 expires the entire family of my client.
Click on link below to view clips of incident:
http://www.usafricaonline.com/ngrkanocrash.html http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/africa/1968300.stm
Since then I have made several inquiries to your embassy to locate any of my clients extended relatives which proved unsuccessful.
After these several unsuccessful attempts, I decided to track his last name over the Internet, to locate any member of his family hence I contacted you. I have contacted you to assist in repatriating the money and property left behind by my client before they get confiscated or declared unserviceable by the entire management of GLOBAL BANK PLC.
This huge deposits that valued at about $32.2million US Dollars was lodged Particularly with GLOBAL BANK PLC (NIG) here in my branch. The GLOBAL BANK Managements has issued me a notice to provide the next of kin or have his account confiscated. Since I have been unsuccessful in locating the relatives for over 2 years now I seek your consent to present you as the next of kin of the deceased so that the proceeds of this account valued at $32.2million US Dollars can be paid to you and then you and I can share the money,60% to me while 40% to you,while every necessary documentation that will be needed to back up this claim will be procured by an attorney here whom we shall employ during this transaction...

Damn shame about Uncle Jim... Sure, UGOCHUKWU HARRISON, I'll send you a photocopy of my passport and a power-of-attorney for my bank accounts so you can wire this money to my account.

(Sarcasm=off)

Anyone who would ever fall for one of these schemes has got to be the most criminally-minded, unintelligent, greedy idjit... And oddly enough, it seems like people fall for this kind of scam all the time.

Scam-o-rama.
Click here for more info.

Famous, out-

It's Thursday. This must be Indy.

Let's get caught up on current events...

I came up to Indianapolis to help out at the RCA Championships.
They are using one of our new videowalls here and I need to get familiar with it's setup and operations, since I'll be installing one in Montreal in a couple weeks.

Getting up here was pretty good-
An early flight on Northwest... I even got an upgrade on the flight due to my FF status w/ Continental. It was Jax-Detroit-Indy... I was able to wrangle the bulkhead-aisle for the DTW-IND flight, so all in all, good travel.
My bags and equipment made it ok too, wonder of wonders.

After my railing against Southwest last week I had to stop and analyze my comments...
I said some harsh things about SWA... And really my problem isn't with SWA as much as it is with the mentality of the SWA passengers.
The flight itself was good, the people were very nice, and the equipment (planes, seats, etc) were all good. What makes it a burden to fly is the extremes you have to go through in order to get a good seat.
(And in reality the regular seats are probably ok...the seats seem to be comfortable and the legroom looks to be better than the coach seats in Delta or American...)

Anyway... I have to take that same flight from OC to Sacramento next week, so I'll try to keep an open mind on things.

Indy- Man, it is hot here.
Actually it has been hot everywhere...but it seems like everywhere I have been lately it has just been steaming. 104 in Sacramento, high 90s in Newport Beach, Same in Jacksonville Beach...
Here in Indy, as we were setting up this morning the thermometer on the Stadium Court read 100 degrees even. We were out there working on the radar displays and the matrix boards- I was melting out there. I don't know how these guys are able to play hardcore tennis for upwards of two hours (including practice and warm-up) in this heat...

The new Toshiba video walls are really nice- and the hardware we have driving them- the new processor and the Folsum... all I can say is "Wow". Nice to work with new state-of-the-art equipment.

North End Wall


South End Wall

Breakdown should be interesting... We'll start tomorrow with our loadout from some of the outer courts. Sunday we'll have 2 matches and around 5:00 or so we'll start really tearing things up. I'll be taking care of most of our video equipment and then getting the video wall ready to come down... We'll have most stuff ready and staged for the trucks by 10:00PM and then at 8:00 AM sharp we'll have our crane and operator on-site and we'll start breaking down the Video Walls on the Stadium Court...
What fun.

I'm here in Indy with a bunch of the Event Staff Guys...
Chris and Glyn, Matt and a few others.
Night before last we stopped in the "International Plaza" of the event site.
I had a rum & coke or two- the guys were drinking beer-
I wasn't up for a long night out and bailed early.
Last night, however... Different story.
We got out at a reasonable hour- Left the site at 10:30 and had a little dinner.
At... you guessed it- Hooters.
I got in there at about 11:00- the place was dead... Odd, for a Thursday Night in Indy.
The problem: No AC. Their air conditioning system has been down for about a month now.
Needless to say, it was not a wondeful thing. The waitresses were surly and the overall atmoshpere was not jovial...
I had a small plate of wings and got out as soon as I could.
I called Chris and he said he and the other guys were on the way out to a club near my location- Ike & Jonsey's.

The place was packed...
I jumped into the Captain and Coke- and as soon as the boys arrived they followed suit. Matt got smacked around within minutes of his arrival for wearing his hat backwards...
(I guess they thought he was a gang banger or something.)
This is odd, because Matt's 23(?) and looks like he's about 16 years old...

Glyn and Matt -
Tell me Matt looks like he's over 21, and I'll call you a liar.

Speaking of Matt- he's has the honor of being part of the quote of the week...

An overly well-endowed girl (her cups runneth over) was passing us on the way off the dance floor...
Matt: "Hey- it's my birthday. How about a birthday hug?"
WE Girl:"Ok." (*Hug*)
Matt: "How about a birthday kiss?" (Pushing his luck.)
WE Girl: "Depends, How old are you?"
Matt: "How old are you?"
WE Girl: "I'm thirty."
Matt: "Oh- Cool. I've always wanted to hook up with an older woman."

Subtle, Matt. Very clever.

And for those keeping score:
No... No happy ending.

We headed off to Howl at the Moon for a bit following Matt's crash and burn at Ike and Jonseys...
The place was packed- there was a $5 dollar cover charge, and it was 5 dollar bucket night. 5 bucks got you a bucket with 5 bottles of warm Coors Light.
Oh goodie.
I had one with the guys then bailed...probably 1:30 or so.

Everyone showed up at 10:15 for our ride into work, so I guess they didn't stay out too much longer...

Just a few more items-

Another goodie from Wondermark...

Reminds me of mischief-making down in the Tortugas.

And for those who still get the giggles from my resemblance to the guy in "American Wedding"...
(You know who you are- the folks that walk by my door and go "Grrar!")
Here's a little something from Married to the Sea...


Ok- back to work with you...
You've wasted enough time.

Famous, out-

World Cup

The REAL reason Argentina was eliminated in the World Cup...



And on that note....
By popular acclaim, Uncle Famous brings you

The Girls of World Cup 2006

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refer to viewing it as a CLM - (a Career Limiting Move)
Those of you that would not get a chuckle out of what people do
to draw attention to themselves at sporting events had best click here, otherwise you might be offended. Ghod knows, we wouldn't want that, would we?

In any case, you have been warned.


Famous, out.

Can you hear the arteries hardening?

I was recently reading through my list o' interesting blogs when I ran across a message full of random coments and statements by a girl named Jess in Memphis.
(A weblog full of Good Stuff, reminding me of my days as a DJ...)

One of her comments was "Why is being healthy more expensive than being out of shape and eating poorly?"

Excellent question.

I gave her a somewhat flippant answer in a comment I left, but I caught a commercial as I was flipping through the tube tonight and it bears some examination in regards to Jess' commentary.

The object in question:

KFC's Famous Bowl.



Have you seen this goodie?

From KFC's Website:
"Freshly prepared with layers of your KFC favorites - a generous serving of our creamy mashed potatoes, sweet kernel corn, bite size pieces of all-white meat crispy chicken, topped with our homestyle gravy and 3-cheese blend.
All the KFC favorites you know and love served in a convenient easy-to-eat bowl!"

St. Herbert Tarnower on a jumped-up pogo stick!

This thing is so bad for you, KFC won't put it on their (ha ha) nutritional calculator... The monstrosity must ring in at over 2500 calories... And the sodium and fat in this baby... Oooo doggie! It's a heart attack in a bowl...

This thing (and things like it) are exactly the reason, Jess...
"All the KFC favorites you know and love served in a convenient easy-to-eat bowl!"

Hey America, stop by KFC on your way down to your pharmacy to get that refill for Lipitor.

Amazing, out (to lunch) -

Blog Profile: The Mad Tea Party

"'The time has come,' the Walrus said, 'To talk of many things: Of shoes--and ships--and sealing wax-- Of cabbages--and kings-- And why the sea is boiling hot-- And whether pigs have wings.'" --Tweedledee; "Through the Looking Glass"

Thus reads the opening of the weblog "The Mad Tea Party"...

The March Hare is the hostess of this little slice of the Web.
A devout Roman Catholic and a perpetual Girl Scout* with excellent taste in books and music.
She profiled Yours Truly in her 'blog and since no good turn ever goes unpunished, I'm returning the favor.
A girl who likes Stephen King, Robert Heinlein, Lewis Carroll, and a wide variety of SciFi and Fantasy authors can be forgiven her geographical abberations, and her well-thought-out literary reviews are very insightful.

I've read through her archives and followed the trials and tribulations of The Hare and her family living in No. California... She seems a little too "Red State" to be comfortable there, but home is where you hang your hat, and they seem to have found a good place to hang theirs.

“'But I don’t want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked.
'Oh, you can’t help that,' said the Cat. 'We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.'
'How do you know I’m mad?' said Alice.
'You must be,” said the Cat. 'or you wouldn’t have come here.'”
-- Alice & The Cheshire Cat; "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland"

Explore the March Hare's House...
If you don't like it, you must be mad.

Famous!

(Edit note: I originally said she was an ex-Girl Scout, but I stand corrected- Once a Girl Scout, Always a Girl Scout... at least that's the way it is for The (wild) Hare.)

Sacramento

World Teamtennis - Sacramento Capitals

Sacramento was HOT... I mean it was smokin'!
It was so hot, I saw Satan hisself in Lowes trying to buy an oscillating fan...
Seriously, When I got to the tennis site at 11:30 it was 104 degrees.
Hot-hot-hot...
I did some prework, took a good look around the site then got the hell out.
I quickly found a bar and immersed myself in a huge rum drink and watched the World Cup Finals match... Hunter and I traded SMS messages all afternoon during the game...
(There is a nice Caribbean-themed bar/restaurant on Sunrise in Citrus Heights called Barbacoa Breeze. Good music, tasty food... Definitely worth a stop.)
When the game was over I headed to the hotel- Much better than the Motel 6- it was a Marriott- (Ranch Cordova, for those keeping score.)

My equipment arrived the next morning and I spent the rest of the day putting the scoreboards in place and running my cables...
I arranged to have scoreboards placed with adequate clearspace for crowd entry/egress. I also discussed possibility for installing castor wheels on scoreboards as the Fire Marshall had already made a visit to the site and warned them about the need for emergency exits from the court.
I installed the ad panels and did the scoring position setup and testing.

I headed over to Fry's Electronics to pick up some pieces and parts...

(If you don't know Fry's, man, you need to get out to California and visit one... What a cool place. Imagine Best Buy on Nerd Steroids... All the cool parts, pieces, tools, gewgaws, knicknacks, and doodads... It is truly Nerd-vana...)

When I came out of the store I noticed I had a flat tire...
(&*%$@#*&#$@%$@*&%%$#@#$#*&^%#!#@$%&&%$#*&+@#!$%$@&!!!!!)
Did I mention it's &^%$ng hot here? Like 100 degrees?

I called Avis roadside assistance...just to explore the possibilities...
(Note to frequent renters- call from a local phone. Save yourself 20 minutes of bull$#|+... the Roadside Assistance system had number recognition and will route you to the facility for your area code/exchange...Forget that when you give them your Rental Agreement Number they know you rented the car at the airport in Sacramento...
Hence this conversation:
Roadside Assistance: "So, you have a flat tire. Where exactly are you?"
Yours Truly: "I'm on Northgate Ave near I-80."
RA: "Hmmm. Northgate? Don't you mean Gateway on I-95?"
YT: "No.. I'm in Sacramento, just off I-80."
RA: "Are you sure? You're calling from a Jacksonville exchange."
YT: "Uh, yeah. I'm calling from my cell phone."
RA: Long pause as the concept took hold.
RA: "Okay... So... can you call back from a payphone? That way the call will be routed to the correct office."
YT: "You must be kidding.")

I changed the tire myself and took the car back to the Airport and got a new car.

Dinner? Glad you asked. I went to Hooters on Truxel...
(Alas, it was a franchisee, so I didn't get to have Cajun wings. Almost ruined my night.)

The next morning I went back to the site and the scoreboards had been put on wheels.


Hmmm...

Large scratches on the court surface in front of one of my scoreboards.

Hmmm...

Green court surface residue on the top of my ad panel...

Double Hmmm.

A closer inspection shows that north end scoreboard had been dropped.
(No one volunteered any info, and short of accusing malfeasance, I let the matter lie since testing showed no permanent damage. Re-seated digit displays and tested the hardware... It all seemed OK.
I believe the Ops guys lifted the scoreboard with forklift in order to install the wheels, and accidently dropped it.

I had good rapport with these guys and didn't want to endanger it by accusations and recriminations, so I just filed the pictures in my Pearl Harbor folder and went about the business of Tennis Scoring.

The girl that had been tasked with scoring operations showed up at 12:00 and I gave her some Special High Intensity Training...

She's pretty sharp- looks like she won't have any problem handling the system.
By the way, I need to mention the SHE'S ONLY 17. Get your collective minds out of the gutter.

I was running my webcam during the day, for the benefit of the guys beck in the Help Desk...

Kaitlin- Scoring Volunteer Extraordinaire.


Kaitlin and one of her partners in crime, little sister...


A message for Chris Crews of the Help Desk.


The obligatory girls-in-the-crowd shot.

The event was a breeze- no problems, no real issues.
I was out by 11:00-
I grabbed a burger at the In-N-Out Burger on Sunrise and was blissfully asleep by 1:00.
I slept like a baby.

I even wet the bed.

Noon flight the next day...

Back on Continental, I tried for a bulkhead seat- No joy.
But, the Patron Saint of Frequent Flyers, Saint Shaniqua, smiled upon me and the gate agent brought me an upgrade just before they closed the door...
Bulkhead row in business class. I must be living right.

The movie was the Pink Panther...
Not too shabby. Steve Martin did a reasonable job with the character...
I probably like the original better- Sellers (rest his poor demented soul) did a much better Clouseau- not quite so over-the-top.
Still, the movie was enjoyable, though.
And it killed the 3 hours to Houston admirably.

IAH to Jax- Another upgrade and a walk in the park...

(Hey- Continental is serving soup in Biz Class for Lunch and Dinner these days.
Corn chowder on the first flight and a really good cream of mushroom on the second.)

I was back in the humidity-laden air of North Florida by 10:30p...

An hour later, a large spotted dog was digging her tonenails into my chest and clearing the end tables with her wagging tail.
A fine welcome home.

Famous, out.