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My Almost-daily Journal |
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| About I love trying out new things, especially when it comes to internet technology. I never really kept a journal, but it's something that I've always wanted to do. Now, everybody will get a chance to look inside my twisted, and somewhat-warped mind.
I've also subscribed to Audio Blog, so a few times a week, I'll leave actual voice blogs. Very cool!XML Newsfeed  |
Tuesday, September 30, 2003
alt.binaries.cd.image I'm surprised how much attention P2P music file sharing has gathered over the last few months. The RIAA is squibbling for scraps as their profits start falling since even the internet's half-retarted users are now part of the eternal order of piracy. Somehow, they muster up the audacity to sue for $150,000/song! I don't know about you, but I DO have a CD collection. Sure, it's old, and is shadowed by some peoples' 1000-CD library, but I truley don't have a music fetish. Even without a music fetish, I have a shitload of mp3's. I guess I could get sued for a few billion dollars. Software is another story. I have a software game and app fetish. Compare music at the cost of about $1/song to software at the cost of an average of $300/title for apps, and $50/title for games. I wonder how much the DMA or the software companies could sue the average Joe for having illegal copies of software. Do the software companies care? Have any of you ever explored the elite world of newsgroups? Read my Blog Archive - 4/6/03 to find out a little more about them. Microsoft Office 2003 was available for download at least a month before the official release! On newsgroups, you can get high-end apps like AutoCAD, Alias, Catia, Photoshop, Illustrator, etc., that cost between $300 - $1000. It's amazing that newsgroups can still stay alive. Today, they do live and they're living strong. If the RIAA is suing users for $150,000 for a $1 song, what would software companies like Desault, Microsoft, or Adobe sue pirates for? posted by Dino at 9:28 AM (permanent link) Saturday, September 27, 2003
The Doctor is In!! I'm a special forces surgical strike team when it comes to removing viruses. Get a load of what I went through on Josh's computer tonight... Earlier tonight, I spent hours updating his f'ing operating system. It took me hours because I literally had to load each update in pieces because the viruses on his system were overwhelming his internet connection where it was timing out in the middle of the download. What a nightmare. Still, his ctrl-alt-delete and regedit would fire up for one second, then automatically close. Arrrrrrrrrrrrrggg! I was able to install Norton v 7.51, and I was even able to find the XP patch to enable real-time virus protection (which in turn actually caught two more viruses coming through... for where, I don't know). Getting this version to work on XP was a mild victory. Now, while in Norton, the W32.Spybot.Worm and Backdoor.Sdbot.Worm viruses were all quarantined and I was able to delete them... except for one m'f'er: winlodr.scr. I couldn't delete it for the life of me, probably because it was a running process (which I later find out it is). The only way to kill the winlodr.scr process is to fire up Task Manager with ctrl-alt-del. But winlodr.scr PREVENTED me from being able to fire the Task Manager, since that's one of it's side-effects that really FIRED ME UP! Arrrrrrrrrrrrg! And you think I could get into regedit? Nope. That automatically closed too, so I couldn't search for that key. Double ARRRRRRRRRRRGGG!!!!! I know! I'll f'ing change the name of taskmgr.exe to taskmgr1.exe in the system32 directory. Son-of-a-bitch! It worked! Finally, Task Manager stayed open! Rejoice m'f'er! And there it was: winlodr.scr sitting there as a running process. So I killed it, changed the name of taskmgr1.exe back to taskmgr.exe, tested it, and it worked. And I also deleted the m'f'ing file winlodr.scr from the system32 directory. So I decided to reboot. Guess what? Ctrl-alt-del didn't work after the reboot, and the m'f'ing file, winlodr.scr was BACK! ARRRRRRRRRGGG! I did the same thing again, changing the name of taskmgr.exe, killing the winlodr.scr process as well as deleting it from the system32 directory. I then went into regedit and found three different instances of winlodr.scr, and deleted those m'f'ing keys. I fired up Norton, and now I WAS ABLE to delete the virus from quarantine. What a nightmare!! And from reading about the W32.Spybot.Worm on the internet, there's many variants. It causes DDOS attacks (denial of service), which was obvious to me, just as another computer on the network. It sends out personal information, keystrokes, history, etc, continuously to IRC channels. It also opens up your P2P shared folder on the Gnutella P2P network. I'm a f'ing surgeon. There's more than one way to skin a cat. And just think, if he had anti-virus software loaded in the first place, this never would have happened. posted by Dino at 5:13 AM (permanent link) Viruses, Windows Updates and Network Congestion Dino: Damn, Peter, can you FTP to our server? For some m'f'ing reason, I can't seem to connect to any of our domains! WTF? Peter: Hmmm. Works over here. I don't know what to tell you. Try rebooting. Dino: Don't you think I went through the "Idiot's List of Things to Check Before Calling Tech Support"? I did everything. I just can't seem to connect. Peter: Sucks to be you. I don't know what to tell you. I pulled my hair out for hours, trying to figure out this m'f'ing issue. My computer has the latest updates. Virus definitions are up to date. WTF!? Hmm. I'm seeing some network activity on the router. Let's take a looksy. Hmm. Looks like Josh's computer is continuously sending and receiving packets of info. He's not downloading videos on Agent. He doesn't have weatherbug running. WTF!? So I ran Adaware on his computer and removed 103 instances of data miners, including a nice copy of the king of data miners, Gator. How can someone accidentally load Gator on their computer? I don't get it. I still can't FTP to our domains. But voila! When I disable Josh's network adapter, I'm in! Now, I concentrate the rest of my cherished free night on fixing Josh's shit. Closer inspection of his machine: I can't ctrl-alt-del to get a Task Manager, and I can't run Windows updates. Wonderful. Reboot. Still can't connect to Windows update, so I decide to create a new admin login for myself. I logout and then login with the new profile. Still network congestion on his computer, but I finally get the Microsoft Windows Update plugin. Making progress. I run the update checker, and he's still at XP version 0.01. He had 36 critical updates that he somehow just forgot about. I select them all, and it chokes halfway through. After about an hour ordeal of piece-mealing each update into smaller chunks, I finally complete all the critical updates. Definitely making progress. But, still I can't FTP from my computer. Hmm. Let's check his anti-virus program. Looking... looking... looking... hmmm. No anti-vrius program. Anyone on this earth that does not run an anti-virus program is just asking for a world of hurt. I'm surprised he's lived as long as he has without one. What the hell is brain made out of? Bubble gum? So, I dig around for an XP Norton Anti-Virus, and for the life of me, I can't find one for XP. Sure, I have them for Windows 2000, and I can even install them remotely from my Windows 2000 server. But his OS is XP. Norton's site doesn't even help me out, so I try to install the Windows 2000 version (older v 7.51) on his machine. It loads, but the real-time protection chokes. Not a problem. I need to scan his computer. After 110.40 minutes of scanning 176,112 files, the jerry-rigged NAV finds four viruses on his computer: three (3) W32.Spybot.Worm, and a Backdoor.Sdbot on .scr files and one .exe file. Now what? His computer is still pumping out and receiving MASSIVE amounts of packets. And my m'f'ing computer STILL can't FTP to our domains if his network adapter isn't disabled. WTF!? I've already turned on his XP built-in firewall. Do I install Zone Alarm? His computer is like his aquarium, his room, his hobbies and his life: he just doesn't give a flying f*. Josh is the antithesis of "tidy" and "orderly". I've been infected with his entropy for six years, and now it's affecting MY computer life. posted by Dino at 3:40 AM (permanent link) Monday, September 22, 2003
Jon's BBQ Bash After two years, Jon and Dawn finally got around to having a house-warming party. Well, not really, since I've been over there a few times in the past. However, this was the first time that they actually had most of our crew over for food, drink and fun. The party was a smashing success! Jon went all-out in preparing every type of Italian pasta cuisine. My favorite were the cheese-stuffed shells, topped off with his amazing sauce that was probably simmering for at least 12 hours. The salad was just as high-caliber, featuring a plethora of mixed greens, fresh chic peas (or garbonzo beans if you prefer), red onion, and a tantalizing dressing. To top it off, he prepared succulent tenderloin cooked over high-grade, restaurant-style, hardwood charcoal that came alive with an aroma that made you feel like you were sitting in a Ruth Chris kitchen. Our evening continued with our usual talks of college life, Jon's hard-knocks life, and how many spinal cords Jon has severed in his last 15 years as a scrapper. :) We also debated everything from God, to marathon running, to diversity & racism (we can never escape this topic), to tag-teams, and everything else in between. Oh, and let's not forget about the Killer Koolaids: a mixture of Midori, Absolut, and Amaretto, topped off with cranberry juice. I don't even remember how many of those brain-debillitating drinks I had, but I'm guessing I had at least six of them, which translates into 18 shots of liquor. On top of that, Jon got the Cuervo 1800 shots going around, and I swear I put down three of those, just for sport. Danielle was also pounding down the red wine like it was water after a trek through the Sahara. She tends to hold her alcohol a little better than me, but you can always tell when she's been affected because she becomes VERY uninhibitted. It was a treat. I'm not sure what happened... perhaps my body went into life-saving mode. I remember just getting up and feeling a gut-wrenching pain from my lower extremities. I just leaned over Jon's kitchen sink and emptied a little bit of my keg that was accumulated in my torso. I didn't even think anything of it, and it happened so matter-of-fact. I felt a little better, and somehow ended up on his couch... perhaps I even passed out. The next thing I knew, I was getting up in a panic. The only thing that I saw was a 16-ounce cup. That will work! I didn't have enough time. I don't even think that my brain was working. I'm surprised I had enough brain-power to keep my life-support system operating. Well, 16 ounces wasn't enough. The cup wasn't even upright, I don't think. Poor Jon & Dawn. There was probably 100 ounces of Killer Koolaids, Cuervo 1800, tenderloin steak, salad, pasta shells, cheese, and crackers all over his coffee table, as well as his carpet. Jon and Peter ended up carrying the coffee table outside, and hosed it off, remote controls and all! I hope cranberry juice doesn't stain, because there's a tell-tale remnant ring that was masked by the coffee table in his gray carpet. I'm a total loser. posted by Dino at 11:20 AM (permanent link) Thursday, September 18, 2003
Wednesday, September 17, 2003
Vigilance Finally Pays Off! I'm a road vigilante. Plain and simple. Nothing gets my blood boiling more than discourteous drivers! What happens to people when they get behind the wheel and in traffic!? Do people think that driving is "survival of the fittest"? I usually ruin at least three asshole's days every 24 hours. Today it paid off with interest! Everybody knows the drill... a five-lane road becomes a two-lane road at an intersection. This is a typical road condition leaving Sterling Heights and entering Troy on my way to work. There's always the asshole that doesn't feel like waiting like the rest of us, and tries to take advantage of someone that's still sleeping in the morning. I'll usually give someone the false sense of supremacy and gun it right at the moment of truth: when they're going to speed up and cut me off. It sure pisses off a great deal of assholes every morning. Some people need coffee. I just need an asshole. And usually when they realize that I'm not the sucker they thought, they'll try to sneak in behind me... which is usually when I immediately slow down for no apparent reason. That's a coffee with two sugars for me. Some altruist behind me will usually let the asshole merge in front of him. Today, I actually had a double espresso with three sugars, and it occured on the way home! I rarely get the treat of vigilance in the afternoon, but today, I was blessed. Seventeen Mile Road goes from five lane to two lanes, going east, right past Van Dyke. Usually, the two lanes to the right end up being strictly right turn lanes, but once in a while, there's always the discourteous asshole that doesn't feel like waiting in line like the rest of us at the light. The traffic situation at the 17 Mile Road & Van Dyke intersection took a turn for the worst when Sterling Heights decided to build a fire station right at that corner. Now, at 6:00 PM, there's usually a ten minute wait, just to move a mile. I was fortunate enough to be at the right place at the right time. The light turned green, and there were at least three people in front of me. They all waited the typical 2.3 seconds AFTER the light turned green before their feet moved from the brake to the gas pedal. Every time I cross the intersection, I keep an eye in my rearview and passenger mirror to see if there are going to be any assholes that feel like being discourteous biaaatches. Today was my lucky day! It was an east-side punk driving in his east-side 1989 Camero. He had it gunned, and in his feeble mind, he probably envisioned that he was actually going to sneak in front of me before the lane actually ended. Little did he know that I was on to him, and that I was a licensed road vigilante that felt extremely vigilant. His gamble didn't work, and it not only shattered his pride, but also damaged his east-side ride. Right after he slammed on his brakes to avoid going up the curb, he thought that he was going to sneak in behind me. Unfortunately for him, I also decided to abruptly stop, which caused him panic, then fury, then a tire up the curb, followed by a scraping front APC east-side fascia. The next thing I knew, there was an east-side vegan riding my ass, cursing, cussing, and doing so many things with his hands. I just gave him the international wave, and proceeded home. Uh oh... as soon as I looked up, I saw a Sterling Heights cop pulling out of the Farmer Jack parking lot to my left. I felt I was busted, since I really was the one driving offensively. Who needs offensive, vigilant drivers on the road? Passive sheep probably would lower insurance premiums. The cop was obviously pulling out for what just happened. Did he see everything? He must have, at his angle. Bummer. Oh boy! That cop was my hero! He got behind the east-side white trash and flipped on his lights. The Camero was busted, for just being a plain discourteous asshole! Awesome! It was my most gratifying traffic encounter for 2003! posted by Dino at 2:00 AM (permanent link) Monday, September 15, 2003
The Register.com Exodus I recently started my domain exodus from Register.com. I have about 15 domains registered with Register.com, and at $35 a pop, per year, the cost adds up pretty fast. NameCheap.com's prices are a measly $8.88 per domain per year. That's just a third of Register.com's prices. How can Register.com even compete or stay in business? What frosts me the most is when I started my domain transfers, I got an email from Register.com stating that they would charge me only $12.95 per domain if I stayed with them! It was somewhat enticing just for the fact of not experiencing a 24-72 hour disconnect. However, that pissed me off even more, so I continued with my exodus. These are my domains: bishopfoley.com, cheatcodes.net, cheatercode.com, crazycheat.com, digitalarchiver.com, digitalarchivers.com, dinofilias.com, filias.net, fmvss.com, fmvss.net, horizonroofing.com, mulligansgolfcenter.com, mydigitalarchives.com, sigtau.com, techtau.com, and uscgcmesquite.com. Many of these domains aren't even active sites: digitalarchiver.com, digitalarchivers.com, fmvss.com and fmvss.net. I just bought them because I thought they were pretty high-level domains. And for $35 per domain, it was not worth it to hold on to them. For $8.88, it's a deal. And mydigitalarchives.com actually points to my Comcast home IP address that has been static for years. I think it only changed once. I use that domain to point to my home cameras, as well as access my router remotely. DinoFilias.com Downtime Unfortunately, there will be a slight downtime of dinofilias.com. That domain is in the transfer queue, which means when the transfer is complete, there will be no dinofilias.com for 24-72 hours. Oh well. It's worth it. Two New Domains! Danielle and her sister, Rhiannon, are now proud owners of their own domains: pensule.com and rhicap.com. I just couldn't pass up on pensule.com. That is definitely a HIGH-LEVEL domain. It wasn't available a year ago. Some Pensule forgot to renew, or they just gave up on that domain. I snatched it up. Who knows what Danielle will want to do with it? She'll definitely have her own photo album, and email. Perhaps she'll want a bulletin board. The sky's the limit! Rhiannon wanted her own website to start storing her digital pictures. She got a digital camera for her birthday and wanted her own online photo gallery. Rhicap.com is a perfect name for her online photo gallery. posted by Dino at 10:42 AM (permanent link) The Jeep My Jeep is a 1994 Jeep Wrangler Sahara. I bought it April, 1994 from Village Jeep in Royal Oak. The only reason I bought it there was because I was spending so much time at Beaumont when my dad was admitted there for almost six months with his heart issues. No matter how much trouble and grief my Jeep often appears to give to me, it's still one bad-ass Jeep. And it's my Jeep. It has a sweet sound system with Boston Acoustics seperates in the front, MBQuart speakers in the soundbar, a Bazooka 10" powered subwoofer in the back, a Pioneer amp under the passenger seat for the front speakers, a Pioneer head unit, and a Pioneer 6-CD changer under the rear seat. There's also Dyna-mat sound deadening sheets laid over the entire under carriage to block out road noise and keep the good sound inside. The motor is Jeep's 4.0 inline-six powerplant that makes the Jeep a very "torquey" little beast whenever it needs to be. There's a JET chip that adds a little more horsepower and torque, a K&N air filter, and an Optima battery. The Jeep sits on a Warn Black Diamond 3.5" lift kit with leaf springs that feature a military-wrap, and anti-friction pads between the leafs. It also sports JKS sway-bar quick-disconnects, and a dropped pitman arm to keep the steering geometry close to stock. There's also longer shackles on the front and rear that lift the Jeep another 5/8". Finally, to dampen the road damage, I installed Edelbrock's revolutionary shocks in all four corners. The body sits on 1.25" pucks from JKS that mildly raise it to give me a little bit more room under the wheel wells. To complement the body lift (and to make life a little more easier for me), I raised the motor 1.25" with motor mounts from JKS. This also allowed me to nix the 1" skid-plate pucks that drop the transfer case for better rear drive shaft angles, which gives me more ground clearance. The sipped BFGoodrich 33" Mud Terrains fit perfectly on Prime 15"X10" wheels. The sipping gives me a little more traction in the rain and snow. Contrary to popular belief, the Mud Terrains have help up exceptionally well over the years. The Jeep sports an ARB front bumper that houses a new Warn 9000 lb. winch and PIAA driving/fog light combo. There's also a strategic hole that perfectly attaches a Silver Lake dune flag. The Jeep's rear bumper is manufactured by Bulletproof Manuf. It houses a swing-out tire carrier (which is needed to hold the beefy BFG Mud Terrain), a dual jerry-can holder and a Hi-Lift jack. There's also a mount for a CB antenna, which I meticulously wired to enter under the taillamp. Inside, there's a lighted Seabring Convertible rear-view mirror, compliments of Chrysler's Toluca Assembly Plant, a Cobra CB radio with an external speaker under the hood, and a Uniden scanner (for listening to weather reports, the cops, and anything else that uses radio waves up to 900 Mhz). My Jeep has over 117,000 miles on the odometer, with actual mileage well over 150,000. Many of those miles are "hard" miles. It's my Jeep. It's paid for. I love it. Respect No matter how much grief and torment my Jeep may give me, it's still MY Jeep and I love it. I may complain about it from time to time, but at the end of the day, it's one of the baddest, and most 4X4-worthy Jeeps on the road. It hasn't let me down in almost ten years. And if I complain about my Jeep, it gives nobody open license to go up to it and give it a key-job, or slash its tires, or pour Karo syrup into the gas tank, or light it on fire. Doing that would be disrespecting me personally, since my Jeep is an extension of me. Betrayal Furthermore, sitting around in private groups without my presence and bad-mouthing my Jeep and other Jeeps is not only disrespectful, it is also an act of betrayal to me personally. It's also very lame and not becoming of a quality human being. It's hard to believe that people just sit around and bad-mouth Jeeps, for lack of anything else to do. Find a hobby. Jeeps aren't for everybody. But I LOVE my Jeep and the other Jeeps that congregate with mine. If you have a problem with my Jeep or other Jeeps, keep it to yourself. It should be obvious that my Jeep isn't going away any time soon. Actually, I plan on keeping it forever. posted by Dino at 9:56 AM (permanent link) Sunday, September 14, 2003
You Haven't Checked in with Your Probation Officer Things haven't been too smooth and fluid for me the last couple of weeks. Oh well. Shit happens. Life isn't always daisies and sugar plums. "You don't call... you don't write... you don't visit... blah blah blah..." I totally sympathize with my parents' desire to interface with their offspring, and I have come to terms that I am not the perfect son, but let's see... it's been a whopping six days since I've seen my parents face-to-face. The guilt trips get old and taxing. It would probably be easier if they just moved in with me, or if I packed ship and moved in with them. They mean well. They mean the world to me. But if I haven't been camping out at their house daily, eating pastitso, mousaka and lamb, there's usually good reason. Selfish or altruistic, there's always a good reason. Everything that I do has reason and purpose. Every decision I make is the right decision for me. All the time. Josh's Party at Dave & Buster's September 11, 2003 was Josh's 35th birthday. For some reason, we always seem to plan Josh's birthday too late, so the outcome has usually been grim... at least for the last three years. This year was different. Mitch got the ball rolling, I advertised the event, and Danielle did the manual footwork of setting up the logistics. The turnout was marvelous. In attendance were Josh (obviously), his friends Chris, Steve Jarnac, and John Wisner, Peter and Michelle, Linda Hamood, Jon Castellano and Dawn Allen, Mitch and Vesna Popovski, and Danielle and I. The gathering was great, and to many of the attendees, Linda Hamood was the life of the party. She was definitely out of her element, but by mid-night she had most of us busting at the seams with laughter. Good thing she loosened up with the brewskies. As the night came to a close, most of us headed home, but Josh, Steve, Chris and John headed out for some more entertainment. They invited ALL of us to go out and continue the venue, but most of us had to get up early in the morning. I'm just happy that the gathering was a success and people were merry. Perhaps Linda will hang out with us again in the future. I would definitely welcome it. Game Night at Chris Steele's Saturday night was Game Night at Chris Steele's. He's always a happy chap, and it's a treat to be in his company. He just purchased a condo around 23 Mile and I-94, and the interior looked marvelous! He definitely has an eye for interior decorating! The wall colors, color schemes, room themes, furniture and accessories were expert! I was jealous. Danielle and I will definitely ask him for advice when decorating our house. I DO have to recommend the game we played to everybody that reads this. The game was an interactive DVD game called scene it? that concentrated the questions and themes on movies and multimedia. There were also Trival Pursuit-style cards that asked a variety of questions, so you didn't get a movie clip all the time. This seemed to make the game a little more interesting, and didn't have you "movied-out" by the end of the night. In all seriousness, I could have played for a few more hours, but people were getting tired by 2AM. If you didn't click on the link above, I definitely recommend checking this game out on their website: http://www.sceneit.com. It's a "must-have" for any board-gamers out there that are looking for some multi-media fun. posted by Dino at 6:07 AM (permanent link) Tuesday, September 09, 2003
Everything is Lame Wow. I'm actually sick and tired of scanning and correcting pictures. I didn't think that it would ever come to that. It has. Plus, all the albums that are next in the queue are so far whacked out of order, that I don't even look forward to touching them. There's at least a stack of five albums labelled 1978-79-80, which means there's three years worth of pictures just stuffed haphazardly into each album. Not something I look forward to sorting. Gardening has become just a memory. I hardly ever find the desire to water, cultivate, prune, spray, or fertilize. It's a shame. I usually enjoy my flowers all year long, especially the roses, which flower from frost to frost. Jeeping has become a fond memory too. Ever since Rambo died, none of us have gone 4-wheeling. I have a winch I haven't even used (I replaced my old one, compliments of Warn), and mud tires that are losing their nubs everyday I drive the concrete jungle. Web development has lost its flair. I used to love poking around the net, looking for new applications to R & D on dinofilias.com. Now, I just do minor maintenance on my current customers' sites. I'm not even lobbying for new work. I still need to do www.eatatmarcus.com, but I have no motivation to start. Bodybuilding? Sheesh. That word has a new definition in my current state: more like weight-gaining & volume-gaining. Can you say apathy and atrophy? Home maintenance/repair/upkeep/cleanliness? Shit! I'm living like a tenant. No to all of the above. Professional development/growth/stimulation/desire? Puleez. I'm so non-intellectually stimulated right now, I think I want to moonlight at McDonalds just for the sheer challenge. I wonder if they're hiring assistant managers? I guess I'd take fries, since beggars can't be choosers. Planning a wedding? Let's see. We have a hall, that we're not sure we want because of cost. We have a wedding date that's tied to the hall we're not sure we're going to use. We have a DJ that's tied to the date that's tied to the hall. We have no church, minister, priest, or even justice of the peace. No dress. No invitations. No dresses. No tuxes. No registry. No photographer. No videographer. Don't forget to add pycho-socio-economic issues that are also plaguing us day after day. Only thing I have to look forward to when I get home is jumping on the computer and laying a little ass-kicking on Unreal Tournament. And even that is often nixed if there's a UT "hero" or UT "camper" that's infecting my game play. Maybe I'll just scan some more pictures. Poor me. I'm in a spiralling abyss. posted by Dino at 3:46 PM (permanent link) Monday, September 01, 2003
A Public Service Message... Just a quick public service message: Do your offspring a favor: date-stamp your photos! Most analog cameras offer the feature of putting a date-stamp on the picture itself. You don't have to do it on all of them, even though it would be nice. Do it on at least the first one of a batch. It'll make your offspring happy in 20-50 years when sorting through boxes of pictures. If you are a digital-junkie, keep the correct file-date on the pictures. posted by Dino at 7:45 PM (permanent link) |
