Monthly Archives: August 2017
A Warning To The Wise . . .
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Our grandson Landon starts 2nd grade this coming Wednesday, the 16th of August. Here he is meeting his new teacher for the first time.
It’s amazing how early they start school now. When I was growing up it was usually the Wednesday after Labor Day, not 3 weeks earlier like now. Gave everyone time to rest up from the holiday.
Regular readers will remember the saga of Landon’s missing teeth, when he lost two to hitting Miss Kitty’s hard head, Miss Kitty being their 120# Black Lab. Then a few months later he hit his father’s knee and lost the third one.
Well, they’re coming back in.
Just hope he doesn’t manage to knock out these permanent ones
This past week I was called back in to an old client’s office down in the Clear Lake area. The client had replaced me a couple of years ago with a new IT guy, someone who said he could do the job better, cheaper, faster, whatever. And the client fell for it.
So now the IT guy, who’s I think in his late 30’s, is dying in a nursing home. And the client has NO passwords for ANYTHING. Not for Godaddy, not for the office network, not for PayPal, not for the websites, not even for the office Wi-Fi. Nothing.
So I have spent the last 3 days ‘hacking’ into things. I have started the procedures with Godaddy and PayPal to reclaim control of those accounts, and I reset and reprogrammed the Wi-Fi router so that’s working now.
Now when he took over from me, he had no problems like this. I immediately sent him a copy of a file I keep with all the necessary codes and passwords. The client had a copy of this himself, but couldn’t find it right then.
I actually talked to the guy on Wednesday, but he was so high on drugs that when I asked him about passwords, all he kept saying was ‘69raccoon’, 69raccoon’. But I don’t have any idea what it’s the password to, or if it really is a password, and not a hallucination. It certainly hasn’t worked anywhere I’ve tried it yet.
So the moral of all this is that if someone has almost complete control of your livelihood, be sure you have an up-to-date copy of all the passwords and codes. And check a few out now and then just to be sure they’re correct.
Thought for the Day:
“Sometimes when you innovate, you make mistakes. It is best to admit them quickly, and get on with improving your other innovations.” – Steve Jobs
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No News Is . . .
well, no news, I guess. Which is what we heard about our RV repairs today. But I wasn’t really expecting anything until later this week anyway.
I like to drive fast.
Jan can attest to that. But not in the RV of course. That’s 55 – 60 mph all the way. But on the track, and on west Texas roads, it’s another matter.
Back in the day, I raced SCCA in my very souped-up ‘65 Triumph Spitfire and hit a little over 140 mph on the track. Above that, the front end got a little squirrely. But I did have the pleasure of beating a couple of Vette’s when I was running in the Unlimited Class.
And when we were dating, I did ‘test drive’ Jan once, hitting over 120 on a long deserted stretch of Florida four-lane highway. When she didn’t scream or faint, I decided she was the one for me.
And actually I’ve been faster than that. In 1966 and 1967 I took both the Basic Road Racing and the Advanced Road Racing Classes at Bob Bondurant’s Racing School when it used to be at the Atlanta Raceway in Georgia, to get my SCCA Racing License.
But part of the fun was the final exam, where we got to take a Porsche (or Porsche ‘Ah’ as Alan says) out on the road track and had to match or beat a specific time during one of three tries. I passed the second time, and was clocked at over 160 on the straights. But with all this background in speed, and still feeling the ‘need’ now and then, I’m often amazed, and sometimes ‘scared’ by Houston drivers.
Coming home from Louisiana this past Monday night about 11pm, I’m on I-10 passing through downtown Houston, and doing about 70. Of course the speed limit is 60 mph, and it’s been raining, but no one else seems to care. And even driving 70 I’m the slowpoke of the bunch, with people passing me on both sides, sometimes flashing their lights, apparently because I’m in the way and slowing them down. Most were doing 80-85, but I swear that some were bumping up against 100 mph.
Makes me think the Texas State Motto shouldn’t be ‘Friendship’, but maybe should be ‘Punch it, Margaret’.
And on that note, how in the heck is one word a ‘motto’? That should be the the Texas State Word, if anything. I contend that it takes at least two words to make a motto.
‘Be Prepared!’ Now that’s a motto.
Thought for the Day:
“Medical stuff is so expensive. Doctors should use cheaper equipment. Like an X-ray machine that takes four poses for a buck.”
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