FAULTY METER
12/27/2006 06:20 AM Chummin'Permalink
I worked for several hours (while importing CD's into iTunes & playing games intermittently, admittedly) after returning home from a back to normal 5:30 close at work, on the Mention Meter. It wasn't until this morning went I went to format the new meter info that I realized I have the info "straight up", and will have to go back to the 18th as the cut-off point for the "playoff scoring format" so I will be re tabulating, and it will be up and accurate on Thursday. I apologize for the anguish the delay may have caused. Since I worked so hard on this erroneous one I will publish it here today, but don't get too emotionally attached to the numbers, they will be adjusted for playoff format and reset for all mentions after 12/19. Hey I'm only human here, and a holiday zombie too.
Slow Progress but Progress
12/17/2006 11:32 AM Chummin'Permalink
11:32AM: So this is my Sunday off before the Christmas day and I have been working on my Mention Meter. I don't really have interesting site content to add here, since I've been at the tabulation of mentions for a couple of hours already. I added ten more days worth of Mention meter updates to the existing MM (I did not format the color codes into the matrix yet, since I'll be adding updates throughout the quarter (then I'll disqualify the family and employees to make the "others" happy). I will do another 20 days worth of counts Tuesday night, so if you want to see where (or if) you stack up, do it now.
Small Change Got Rained on
10/26/2006 10:39 AM Chummin'Permalink
Jenni's still not well, she's called for the FMLA paperwork, just in case she's going to be out even longer. Even her computer is under the weather, we had to take it in for a flush and fill to the MAC Experience guys on Franklin Rd. I was fine until she did the latest updates, the ones that also involve the devil's computer system (yes the dual platform MAC's that run Bill Gates' evil world domination Matrix). Seriously, there were no problems with her G-4 iMAC 17' until the new dual platform stuff came out. The "software updater" came on a few weeks ago, and she "updated things that were pertinent to her system, some had in parentheses duo, but were also supposed to be relevant to her OS, so she downloaded them. The next day after the computer put itself to sleep overnight, none of her bluetooth stuff (keyboard and mouse, dongle) worked or were recognized. She got out the old USB control interfaces and then started surfing message boards, finding these to by problems with other MAC people who had older machines and the Windows compatible upgrade sh** updates loaded. Next? The CD/DVD combo drive would not burn a CD anymore. She found more corroborating info and one person's fix, which involved changing the systems primary language to another country's, then restarting and then dragging english back to the top spot again, that fixed CD, but there is still no answer for other problems, thus the rip to MAC experience. Mine needs to go in too, for a physical and computational clean-up , but I'll have to wait until her's is back and happy again. With that errand over I now head to the store to get some overtime and help the crew, who are short handed this week, with vacations and relocations of the co-workers to the North store so that they too, can have staff vacations. So short but sweet today.
Cyber-Jed out.
Chuck Pace © 2006
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Cyber-Jed out.
Chuck Pace © 2006
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Belated Birthday Greetings
10/01/2006 06:00 PM Chummin'Permalink
Amazingly I missed an opportunity to toot my own horn! I screwed myself out of self aggrandizement and glorification. How could I have done this?
Thursday I did not post anything, I was off from work, and slept in a little and then did a bunch of chores. Well. I'll be dipped if I didn't forget to tell the entire world that at 6:00 PM on Thursday my site turned 1 year old (as far as the world is concerned), after a very long four days when I was in labor, and attempting to properly upload to the server that provides my public with these aptly named -Thoughtpukes-
So without further adieu, a reprint.
Grapevine tendrils firmly grasping a leaf stem. Chuck Pace ©2004
That's a line from the Moody Blues song "Nights in White Satin" which is full of despair and sadness. Sometimes I can relate. Like right now. For the last few days I have been struggling with this web site. It's been maddening at times. I got a portion of the site to show on the web yesterday, but not the main site and no links except the contact me one. I've been home for two days with an ever draining head full of snot and the flu, and been sleeping more or less most of the time, what time not in repose has been in frustration for my lack of computer savvy. I have been posting my requests and regrets to the web host and the page design people, to which I get simple (not altogether useful) replies. I am starting to think that I may have jumped too soon into the world wide web. I completely tore down the site and all it's missteps that I uploaded yesterday about four hours ago and have been reading forums, and rereading tutorials most of the day.
Now it's about time to try again to put up. Or Shut up. Third or fourth or fifth times charm, I say. Well that remains to be seen.
Peace Out, Napoleon.
Chuck Pace ©2005
Happy belated birthday to www.chuckpace.com, and the thoughtpukes. The first visit to my site after the birthday as site meter visit # 7,777, I don't know if that is significant, but it's still cool. Lucky 7's.
Chuck Pace © 2006
Thursday I did not post anything, I was off from work, and slept in a little and then did a bunch of chores. Well. I'll be dipped if I didn't forget to tell the entire world that at 6:00 PM on Thursday my site turned 1 year old (as far as the world is concerned), after a very long four days when I was in labor, and attempting to properly upload to the server that provides my public with these aptly named -Thoughtpukes-
So without further adieu, a reprint.
Grapevine tendrils firmly grasping a leaf stem. Chuck Pace ©2004
That's a line from the Moody Blues song "Nights in White Satin" which is full of despair and sadness. Sometimes I can relate. Like right now. For the last few days I have been struggling with this web site. It's been maddening at times. I got a portion of the site to show on the web yesterday, but not the main site and no links except the contact me one. I've been home for two days with an ever draining head full of snot and the flu, and been sleeping more or less most of the time, what time not in repose has been in frustration for my lack of computer savvy. I have been posting my requests and regrets to the web host and the page design people, to which I get simple (not altogether useful) replies. I am starting to think that I may have jumped too soon into the world wide web. I completely tore down the site and all it's missteps that I uploaded yesterday about four hours ago and have been reading forums, and rereading tutorials most of the day.
Now it's about time to try again to put up. Or Shut up. Third or fourth or fifth times charm, I say. Well that remains to be seen.
Peace Out, Napoleon.
Chuck Pace ©2005
Happy belated birthday to www.chuckpace.com, and the thoughtpukes. The first visit to my site after the birthday as site meter visit # 7,777, I don't know if that is significant, but it's still cool. Lucky 7's.
Chuck Pace © 2006
New and Improved
09/23/2006 07:03 PM Chummin'Permalink
World HQ in HD, Cleaned and reorganized. Chuck Pace ©2006
Building a Better chuckpace.com World Headquarters for all of us. That's how I closed my earlier post this morning. Since then I've been busy. I''ve been to the store and gotten cables to hook up the 15" HD set, I've installed the HD set, and I've gotten the World HQ straightened some; De-cluttered the desk, and have turned unused space into more CD storage, by using CD bins from Target as wall modules. I've also watched the Busch Race while converting the Mention Meter into HTML (The totals for the top 11 Jenni plus the Chasers) reflect the last day before the Chase, on Tuesday I'll show the numbers in the actual Chase format. While I was moving stuff around in the World HQ, I scared up a rather large Spider, given Jenni's terror
In Other News: I purchased a few more Death Cab For Cutie CD's to enlarge my collection (and prepare for the upcoming concert at the Murat) as well as the DVD-A, 5.1 version of Donald Fagen's Morph the Cat. What a cool mix and use of the sonic space. Too Cool!
I have Hi Def Video and Superior Audio music to play here at the Cyber Clampett Mansion. Till the next post.
Chuck out from the revamped chuckpace.com World HQ. (Now in High Def!)
Happy First day of Fall, let the leaves turn and fall. Happy New Year to the People of David, as last night at sundown, year 5767 of the Hebrew calendar, Rosh Hashanah Began and Tomorrow night at Nightfall the Holiday ends. Today is another anniversary as well. The discovery of Neptune was on September 23, 1846.
The Discovery of Neptune is credited to Urbain Le Verrie, John Couch and Johann Galle. 137 years later, in 1983 faint rings were also discovered around Neptune by Edward (Whoppi Goldberg) Guinan and a team of astronomers. So there is your astronomical tie in to Rosh Hashanah, Fall and Neptune. And now a Punch-line only moment..."IceBerg, Goldberg what's the difference!
Chuck Pace © 2006
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Crastination
09/22/2006 06:30 AM Chummin'Permalink
Well I sat and worked on the mention meter updates for a couple of hours last night, manually updating the counts into an excel worksheet, but I ran out of time before I could convert them into html and upload them, so I will get that done here in the next couple of days. We are already into the "Chase" portion of the tallies and I can tell you that there are two first time chasers in the running this time, so it should prove to be interesting. Just a little more patience. Things will be all right.
For the past few days John Domont has been coming into he store and outfitting himself for an upcoming photo trip to Viet Nam. This sounds like an adventure and trip of a lifetime, I hear that the country is beautiful. Yesterday John was in with his daughter and my friend, Charlie Schleicher who no longer works for the Starbucks organization, but is now at Gingko's in Broadripple. I've never been to Ginkgo's, but next week, on my day off I just might. Charlie and I have talked about grabbing lunch, or maybe even a beer, since she is off next Thursday also. While they were in the store, John insisted that I tell Charlie an off color joke, I was reluctant but then she said go ahead, since here dad had built it up so much. After the punchline I asked if it made her jump, she said a little at first.
Tonight is already week three of the Friday Night Adult Bowling league at Sport Bowl (sport bow, sport bow), and my Captain, My Captain, we still don't have a team name for Team 10, We have to put something down tonight of forever be known as those clever guys from team ten. I was trying to come up with something that had ten in the name, Ten-Shun, The Four Tenors, something, and last week I came up with several and none made it out of committee. This left me with a tintinabulation ringing of bells or whistles in my ears and I gave up.
Tomorrow is Bobby Pote's party at the Pote Palatial Paradise resort and Beer Garden, hopefully the rains will be gone, and the band can play outside, otherwise more tintinabulation will result from amplified music in confined spaces. I'm hoping to be in attendance, but Jenni has said something about a surprise for me this weekend, she's being vague and I think that there maybe a Partsunknown Payback in the works!i!
Mention Whore Sales were Brisk on the first day of Trading, the early returns were promising after Kelli LaFara, (trying to live up to the billing), jumped into the ring with a camisole and thong starting bid!
Success? Test
08/24/2006 03:35 AM Chummin'Permalink
The Birthday boar, and the mention whore: Chuck Pace ©2006
It is now officially Thursday, so Happy Birthday to C Scott, the reason I stopped at the box for 1 last night was to also buy Scott his Birthday Oat Soda since I will not be within 500 miles of him by the time he gets to the box tonight.
The other photo is Skippy doing his Hunter S. Thompson impersonation at the store on Monday. I guess the S. stands for Sony?
Chuck Pace © 2006
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O.K. that didn't download, but I have not yet begun to fight!
Oh No Let's Go
08/23/2006 06:55 AM Chummin'Permalink
The hopes of a Mobile chuckpace.com are still alive. Maybe Travis is right and the technology stuff is making me Crazy! I've called my shrink in Beverly Hills, Dr. EBA (Everything'll Be Alright). I have the ability now to do my post from the laptop (when I'm near a WiFi network), but the last two days struggles have gone away from the Position Of Satellites Globally (POGS) to the more important, using the Phone As a Modem (PAM). The ability to PAM makes the reports and images come from Bristol. Without PAM we only have the Drink Enough to Float a Trailer (DEFT) scenario to fall back on. The Bristol Boy contingency will DEFT anyway, I'm sure that's in the cards, but I would like to do live updates. Oh no let's go, let's get nuts!
So yesterday the final piece was added. Originally John's brother Greg was the fourth Bristol Boy, but an accident where he works to his fill-in has made him have to cancel his journey. After a long and arduous search, with the contestants graded on several key areas, the team has chosen Greg's successor. Jody Grober will be the "new Greg" (he was almost voted off because his DEFT score was pretty weak, but in the end his CASH quotient proved the determining factor). I said let''s just go and have a good time. Let's go crazy, Jody said Take me with you. We passed on Beautiful Ones, and even though I've been Computer Blue, I'm hoping the Mac doesn't say "I Would Die 4 U. That should only happen in the Purple Rain or When Doves Cry. If it does, I'll be at the Chatterbox on Monday seeing Darling Nikki and DEFT. I'd rather be there bragging about winning the Fantasy League at Bristol again. Saying, "Baby I'm a Star!
If you couldn't tell I was playing Prince's Purple Rain album while doing the posting this morning. I found it to be the most appropriate under the circumstances.
Tonight I put together my travel kit, and (hopefully)perfect the PAM process.
Prince, "Let's Go Crazy", Purple Rain (1984)
Dearly beloved
We are gathered here today to get through this thing called life
Electric word life, it means 4ever and that's a mighty long time
But I'm here to tell U there's somethin' else
The afterworld
A world of never ending happiness
U can always see the sun, day or night
So when U call up that shrink in Beverly Hills
U know the one - Dr. Everything'll Be Alright
Instead of asking him how much of your time is left
Ask him how much of your mind, baby
Cuz in this life things are much harder than in the afterworld
In this life U're on your own
And if de-elevator tries 2 bring U down, go crazy
Punch a higher floor!
If U don't like the world U're living in
Take a look around U, at least U got friends
U see, I called my old lady 4 a friendly word
She just picked up the phone, dropped it on the floor
"Ahh! Ahh!" was all I heard
CHORUS:
Are we gonna let de-elevator bring us down?
Oh no, let's go!
Let's go crazy, let's get nuts
Let's look 4 the purple banana till they put us in the truck
Let's go!
We're all excited, but we don't know why
Maybe it's cuz we're all gonna die
And when we do, what's it all 4?
U better live now before the grim reaper
Come knockin' on your door
Tell me...
CHORUS
Come on, baby
Let's get nuts!
Yeah (Crazy)
Let's go crazy
Are we gonna let de-elevator bring us down?
Oh no, let's go crazy! (Go crazy!)
I said let's go crazy! (Go crazy!)
Let's go! (Let's go!)
Go! (Let's go!)
Dr. Everything'll Be Alright will make everything go wrong
Pills and thrills and daffodils will kill
Hang tough children
He's coming!
He's coming!
Coming!
Take me away!
Chuck Pace © 2006
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So yesterday the final piece was added. Originally John's brother Greg was the fourth Bristol Boy, but an accident where he works to his fill-in has made him have to cancel his journey. After a long and arduous search, with the contestants graded on several key areas, the team has chosen Greg's successor. Jody Grober will be the "new Greg" (he was almost voted off because his DEFT score was pretty weak, but in the end his CASH quotient proved the determining factor). I said let''s just go and have a good time. Let's go crazy, Jody said Take me with you. We passed on Beautiful Ones, and even though I've been Computer Blue, I'm hoping the Mac doesn't say "I Would Die 4 U. That should only happen in the Purple Rain or When Doves Cry. If it does, I'll be at the Chatterbox on Monday seeing Darling Nikki and DEFT. I'd rather be there bragging about winning the Fantasy League at Bristol again. Saying, "Baby I'm a Star!
If you couldn't tell I was playing Prince's Purple Rain album while doing the posting this morning. I found it to be the most appropriate under the circumstances.
Tonight I put together my travel kit, and (hopefully)perfect the PAM process.
Prince, "Let's Go Crazy", Purple Rain (1984)
Dearly beloved
We are gathered here today to get through this thing called life
Electric word life, it means 4ever and that's a mighty long time
But I'm here to tell U there's somethin' else
The afterworld
A world of never ending happiness
U can always see the sun, day or night
So when U call up that shrink in Beverly Hills
U know the one - Dr. Everything'll Be Alright
Instead of asking him how much of your time is left
Ask him how much of your mind, baby
Cuz in this life things are much harder than in the afterworld
In this life U're on your own
And if de-elevator tries 2 bring U down, go crazy
Punch a higher floor!
If U don't like the world U're living in
Take a look around U, at least U got friends
U see, I called my old lady 4 a friendly word
She just picked up the phone, dropped it on the floor
"Ahh! Ahh!" was all I heard
CHORUS:
Are we gonna let de-elevator bring us down?
Oh no, let's go!
Let's go crazy, let's get nuts
Let's look 4 the purple banana till they put us in the truck
Let's go!
We're all excited, but we don't know why
Maybe it's cuz we're all gonna die
And when we do, what's it all 4?
U better live now before the grim reaper
Come knockin' on your door
Tell me...
CHORUS
Come on, baby
Let's get nuts!
Yeah (Crazy)
Let's go crazy
Are we gonna let de-elevator bring us down?
Oh no, let's go crazy! (Go crazy!)
I said let's go crazy! (Go crazy!)
Let's go! (Let's go!)
Go! (Let's go!)
Dr. Everything'll Be Alright will make everything go wrong
Pills and thrills and daffodils will kill
Hang tough children
He's coming!
He's coming!
Coming!
Take me away!
Chuck Pace © 2006
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Quite Possibly Mistaken, Again (as always)
08/20/2006 02:03 AM Chummin'Permalink
So here it is 2:03 AM Sunday morning. The map software ha yet to finish loading, and it looks like when it does it won't even fit on my computer. Yesterday, Jenni told me she was looking at the forums about the Route Buddy and the maps. The software takes 9 hours (yeah, right three days?) to load and is 3.9 Gig . Well it turns out from the forums that the 3.9G is a compressed file and the actual size is between 12 and 14 gig. That would be great if I could drive my house and home computer around the world and use the GPS, however, since I'm more or less forced to use the laptop with 20GB hard drive (which has only 8.67 GB available), I think the conclusion is of the screwed yet again nature, don't you? I'm going to finish the download, and move it to the Maxtor external hard drive, but that will not be portable (without a generator in the back seat of the BMW anyway). Now about the Saturday that didn't exist... I got up at my usual early time, got my bleak post posted, and left as usual. I had enough time to stop at the 21st and Shadeland Starbucks (where Charlie S. works, but I think she's not back from Germany yet) and then get a Croissanwich from Burger King to scarf on the drive in.
The day was just about too quiet at work, but that changed at 11:55, Jenni called from Cumberland, she had stopped at the post office, and the truck would not even turn over when she came out after shipping one of her latest e-bay sales. I told Phil I had to go, jumped into the BMW and took off by 12:05, I traveled slightly above the recommended speed limit, and the only vehicle to pass me was a Sheriff's Brown and Tan (with a Semper Fi bumper sticker), with a female in the passenger seat. They had to be going at least 85 or 90, no lights or sirens. I got to the post office at 12:37, messed with the truck for quite some time and decided it had to be the starter. Jenni called "Mike" at the shop that fixed the wipers, they would send a wrecker, and be there in half an hour they said. I went home and de-greased (I may have ruined the clothes I wore to work), and noticed that the computer had stopped downloading the mega-file! I was just sitting down to restart the process, when Jenni called that the wrecker was there, so I jumped back in the BMW and was there in about 4 minutes. The got it running, but were taking it to put on an new starter unit. They said it would be done around 3:00, I didn't see any point in going back to work, just to leave again after about and hour, so we came back home and I started the computer zombie routine. Two hours and $159.15 later Jenni and I were on our way to pick up the truck, the download from hell was once again downloading to my personal hell, and the day was shot. I got home, checked the world HQ, Global position and took a 5 hour nap. Now its 2:50 AM, and I am going to bed again, only to get up in a few hours and hopefully pick the winning team in Nascar League.
Who knows, maybe I'll post some photos again, if ever take any more.
'Til the end of the World, Gloomy Gus, I mean Jed, ..er Chuck.
Chuck Pace © 2006
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The day was just about too quiet at work, but that changed at 11:55, Jenni called from Cumberland, she had stopped at the post office, and the truck would not even turn over when she came out after shipping one of her latest e-bay sales. I told Phil I had to go, jumped into the BMW and took off by 12:05, I traveled slightly above the recommended speed limit, and the only vehicle to pass me was a Sheriff's Brown and Tan (with a Semper Fi bumper sticker), with a female in the passenger seat. They had to be going at least 85 or 90, no lights or sirens. I got to the post office at 12:37, messed with the truck for quite some time and decided it had to be the starter. Jenni called "Mike" at the shop that fixed the wipers, they would send a wrecker, and be there in half an hour they said. I went home and de-greased (I may have ruined the clothes I wore to work), and noticed that the computer had stopped downloading the mega-file! I was just sitting down to restart the process, when Jenni called that the wrecker was there, so I jumped back in the BMW and was there in about 4 minutes. The got it running, but were taking it to put on an new starter unit. They said it would be done around 3:00, I didn't see any point in going back to work, just to leave again after about and hour, so we came back home and I started the computer zombie routine. Two hours and $159.15 later Jenni and I were on our way to pick up the truck, the download from hell was once again downloading to my personal hell, and the day was shot. I got home, checked the world HQ, Global position and took a 5 hour nap. Now its 2:50 AM, and I am going to bed again, only to get up in a few hours and hopefully pick the winning team in Nascar League.
Who knows, maybe I'll post some photos again, if ever take any more.
'Til the end of the World, Gloomy Gus, I mean Jed, ..er Chuck.
Chuck Pace © 2006
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Completely Lost, on Familiar Grounds
08/19/2006 06:53 AM Chummin'Permalink
Just about all day on Thursday I was trying to get a working solution for my GPS unit and the laptop. After two or three hours of struggling with the GPS utility disk that came with the unit I was able to get it to recognize. The data stream was overwhelming, but what to do with the raw data? I thought if I could possibly figure out some of the number codes I might be able to make something of it. To that end I did finally discover the sequencing, Latitude, Longitude, Universal Time Code in the string $GPSLL;, and that data repeated every six or seven lines (about a second per cycle.) I got in the car and drove to different "known" locations and ran off about three seconds of data, then copied and pasted those into a word document. Now I had Lat. & Lon. info for several places I frequent, burt could do nothing with it. That was futile and pointless. I then bought GPSy X software to make heads and or tails of the data streams, I didn't get the license key for that until 6:00 PM that night. Frustration was my only companion since 8:20 AM when I finished the mornings post and uploaded it, that is when I started in ernest working on the GPS-hole that ate my day. Not only did the GPSy software not help much, it took additional hours of messing with to get it to even find the info from the GPS itself. I sent an e-mail to their support, and eventually went to bed. At just before noon on Friday they answered my query for a little help. The following is the complete response:
"USB units do not work with GPSy. If you would like a refund contact refund@kagi.com.
David
Sales and Technical Support
support@gpsy.com "
Back to square one, ground zero. With the depression over the passing of Ed Sanders added to this 24+ hours of continuing frustration my day was not a sparkling bright spot of joy. I decided to go home and spend more hours of diligence trying to locate software that does work, and figure something out. Originally Jenni and I were going to go to Kay's impromptu cook-out. But I didn't want to be a mopey, Gloomy Gus at such an event and Jenni had to stay home to give a care package to Jamie Baker, who was stopping by between 6 and 8 to pick up said package, before driving south to see Meredith and David in Florida.
Jamie arrived around 7:20, I had been strapped to the laptop in the world HQ since 5:50, and just before he left at 8:10 I found the solution software. Brand new software and company called Route Buddy, designed just for Mac OS x Tiger and Panther. I downloaded the free demo version, and Jenni and I drove to Mt. Comfort Airport and back and created two "tracks" that show up on the free world map in the demo pane. Pleased and excited that my idea of a laptop GPS unit might work I purchased a full version, and then the "USA Map" file. I started the map download at 11:00 PM yesterday, now at 6:37 AM Saturday morning it is less than 1/8th downloaded, (through a high speed cable modem no less) it is a massive file and will most likely not be finished until after I get home from work.
(see fig.1 to the right). My apologies to Kay, Rich, C. Scott P, Mel and anyone else who thought they would see me at the cook-out, but at least my attitude and mood have turned around a little.
Jenni told son-in-law David that we were adding a GPS feature to our laptop, and about the XM radio's and the HD TV, and he said we are becoming the "Techno Clampits!" I love that, that would mean Meredith is Ellie Mae and David is Jethro Bodean.
Well, I'll see you all on the Grid, and I can plot that for you real soon. Ya'll come back now, ya hear? Here's where my 5th cousin Lester Flat plays the theme music and we roll credits, My grandmother on my mothers side of the family was Violet Flatt, and she played harmonica with Lester and his friend Earl Scruggs when she was a young'n.
Jed Out.
Chuck Pace © 2006
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"USB units do not work with GPSy. If you would like a refund contact refund@kagi.com.
David
Sales and Technical Support
support@gpsy.com "
Back to square one, ground zero. With the depression over the passing of Ed Sanders added to this 24+ hours of continuing frustration my day was not a sparkling bright spot of joy. I decided to go home and spend more hours of diligence trying to locate software that does work, and figure something out. Originally Jenni and I were going to go to Kay's impromptu cook-out. But I didn't want to be a mopey, Gloomy Gus at such an event and Jenni had to stay home to give a care package to Jamie Baker, who was stopping by between 6 and 8 to pick up said package, before driving south to see Meredith and David in Florida.
Jamie arrived around 7:20, I had been strapped to the laptop in the world HQ since 5:50, and just before he left at 8:10 I found the solution software. Brand new software and company called Route Buddy, designed just for Mac OS x Tiger and Panther. I downloaded the free demo version, and Jenni and I drove to Mt. Comfort Airport and back and created two "tracks" that show up on the free world map in the demo pane. Pleased and excited that my idea of a laptop GPS unit might work I purchased a full version, and then the "USA Map" file. I started the map download at 11:00 PM yesterday, now at 6:37 AM Saturday morning it is less than 1/8th downloaded, (through a high speed cable modem no less) it is a massive file and will most likely not be finished until after I get home from work.
Jenni told son-in-law David that we were adding a GPS feature to our laptop, and about the XM radio's and the HD TV, and he said we are becoming the "Techno Clampits!" I love that, that would mean Meredith is Ellie Mae and David is Jethro Bodean.
Well, I'll see you all on the Grid, and I can plot that for you real soon. Ya'll come back now, ya hear? Here's where my 5th cousin Lester Flat plays the theme music and we roll credits, My grandmother on my mothers side of the family was Violet Flatt, and she played harmonica with Lester and his friend Earl Scruggs when she was a young'n.
Jed Out.
Chuck Pace © 2006
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Pre"Fish Story" Story, Caption the Moment
08/12/2006 05:46 AM Chummin'Permalink
The Chatterbox was a hoppin' happening place on Friday Night. Everybody was out to enjoy the moderate temperatures and lower humidity. Pam Walker was there after doing her stint at the fair. There was a lot of paint on her, as she is at the fair promoting the youth arts initiative, and I think maybe they ran out of canvas. Eddie was there too, as was Rich. Travis was there regaling the attended with some fish tale or another, and as I got there Liz arrived with a medium pizza box full of Chocolate CheesecakeTruffles from The Best Chocolate in town. Mmm Mmmm Mm. Kay arrived with a small tub of small tomatoes, but they had to take second to the Truffles for awhile, I eventually took pity on the poor things and finished them off. Travis was telling Mark Smith and Melissa Gallant about the latest trend in pier fishing, using a metal detector to find the Big Mouth Bass (blarnyous radioess personalitous salmoides) that have recently had fillings at the Aqua-Dentist.
Lake Clifford Large (really Big) "Radio" Bass Chuck Pace © 2006
Jess and Brandon Hoffman were at the patio and I begged a seat their table, the Jeff Barber arrived on his bike and filled out the seating arrangements. Jack and Joan were there with Richard Plath, so was Brooks with yet another intriguing young lady who he did not introduce, but I think is called Lori 'round these here parts. Inside there were the usual blind cave fish, who also got to here the Travis Fish tale before I left; Keith Reed (wearing his sunglasses because of the intense light that the jukebox throws off), MaryAnn Beuke, Jody Frick, Kevin McConaughey, Matt Theobald, Marcel Marceau, Johnnie Cochran, Abe Vigoda, Fletcher Christian, Emmett Kelly, Captain Ahab and the Scarlet Pimpernel (of course it was very bright outside and my eyes may not have adjusted properly during my brief sojourn to the facility, so I may have a few of these people misnamed or uncredited, a quick couple of beverages from Nicci, three truffles and I was off like a prom dress. Jenni only works a partial day on Fridays and she was already home, and i was expecting a package. So I had to hurry home to be disappointed, the package in question arrived and the GPS/laptop unit inside did exactly what I expected it to do. Namely not function properly, well the software is really the culprit here and I was warned that it might be a bit 'buggy' on Panther (the small glitch I observed was the failure to launch the program for more than a millisecond), but the packaging is very nice. Very. I spent the better part of the evening trying to get some Position of a Global Nature on the portable "Field Operative" chuckpace.com mobile assault unit. Wait! What am I saying the better part of the evening was described earlier the lesser part, the worse part (but majority as is often the case) was the Laptop, GPS, software triangle.
And Now without further adieu... The Annual Caption this photo Contest.
What is Liz Thinking during the Wedding Ceremony
Photo by Meredith Garber ©2006 used with permission (and Mentions galore)
Now open to all persons living or dead, sentient garden adornment and charcoal grills in the northern hemisphere. Small print: (employees of chuckpace.com family and subsidiaries are eligible to enter but may not receive prizes, I don't think a football is a good Christmas present, a Daisey air rifle with a compass stock makes a great christmas present. Winner must be able to reply to caption contest and win an international spelling bee of latin insect names. The name and likeness of the winner will be used for chuckpace.com promotion and self aggrandizement. Chickens make lousy house-pets. If it's not Scots it crap. It takes two to tango, three's a crowd. A manwich is a meal. Only you can prevent forrest fires. It's really hard to get good Camembert or Moulin Bleu Goat Cheese in Indiana in August. Toy surprise inside of every box.Liscense taxes and dealer prep not included. An unreasonable facsimile is required this can for recyclable materials only, this is not a trash can.
Scandal
07/19/2006 06:07 AM Chummin'Permalink
Count Accountability: Trouble Brews For Mention Meter
Ace Reporder (roto-reuters)
Due to an error in the exit polling data it now looks like there is to be a recount of the third quarter Mention Meter totals up to this latest date. It has been suggested that "Mike Wilson" is actually in the lead, ahead of the tied Brooks and DiNicola contenders currently shown behind the an inanimate object of the web mebmaster's affection. The Mention Meter, already under investigation by independent web watchdog agency SYBNI (Stick Your Big Nose IN) has been accused of unfair practices, and showing undue favoritism in recent months. A SYBNI spokesman said that a cruel Mention Meter incident caused Ms. Rebecca Martin of Avon Indiana unnecessary emotional stress and embarrassment, when the publisher of the Thoughtpukes/Mention Meter awarded her the 1st Quarter win on April 1st. Only to resend it the following day.
It has been further suggested that a Ms. Kay Niedenthal of Beech Grove has been "buying" mentions by providing the same publisher with caffeine free bakery treats. Neither Ms. Martin or Mr. Wilson have stepped forward and gone on record to publicly condemn the mention Meter, but they are to be contacted by a SYBNI agent in the near future. It was learned that when the investigation began Niedenthal fled to Louisiana, and has only been brought back recently.
SYBNI officials point out that she is up to her old tricks again and was seen in the company of the Thoughtpukes/Mention Meter publisher, providing "gifts and zucchini breads" upon her return from the Big Easy. We will get to the bottom of this I guarantee said the SYBNI spokesman who told us that the investigations started with an anonymous tip from an informant known only as "The Groom" who gave testimony while wearing a muppet mask.
I just want everyone to know that I will get this figured out. I never meant to cause problems for anybody here. I was just having fun. For the record nobody from SYBNI has contacted me to get my side of the story. I am taking tomorrow off from work and will do the demanded recount and that will be final, I won't know the outcome until then, and have been asked by my lawyers via e-mail not to discuss it until there is a resolution. Why did somebody have to come along and stick their big nose in!
I just want to make a suggestion here. If everybody started giving me gifts and baked goods that would level the playing field and make the meter a true reflection of it's intention again.
A very Subdued Chuck out.
Ace Reporder (roto-reuters)
SYBNI officials point out that she is up to her old tricks again and was seen in the company of the Thoughtpukes/Mention Meter publisher, providing "gifts and zucchini breads" upon her return from the Big Easy. We will get to the bottom of this I guarantee said the SYBNI spokesman who told us that the investigations started with an anonymous tip from an informant known only as "The Groom" who gave testimony while wearing a muppet mask.
I just want everyone to know that I will get this figured out. I never meant to cause problems for anybody here. I was just having fun. For the record nobody from SYBNI has contacted me to get my side of the story. I am taking tomorrow off from work and will do the demanded recount and that will be final, I won't know the outcome until then, and have been asked by my lawyers via e-mail not to discuss it until there is a resolution. Why did somebody have to come along and stick their big nose in!
I just want to make a suggestion here. If everybody started giving me gifts and baked goods that would level the playing field and make the meter a true reflection of it's intention again.
A very Subdued Chuck out.
Nominal, but not Optimal
04/26/2006 06:20 AM Chummin'Permalink
Last night I told Jenni I was empty. That I'd used up my last original thought and I would have nothing to post today. I was wrong. This morning at 6:00 I woke up with a major headache at the very back of my head (the type that often go migraine on me). At 6:05 I launched the web authoring software, it unexpectedly quit. I relaunched it, it unexpectedly quit. One more time I thought, or there'll be not post, no toasties. While it was thinking, I grabbed a shirt, sprayed wrinkle releaser on it, and threw it into the dryer with a damp cloth. The the hike back to the www.chuckpace.com world headquarters. It came up, the software launched (if you are reading this then the built in redundancy, back-up information dispersal system is in full operation, now reach out with both hands a d grasp the obvious) but ever so slowly. The built in redundancy, back-up information dispersal system is in full operation.
I couldn't even start this post until 6:20. Now it's 6:45, and this is all I can come up with. I took five photos yesterday, all after I go home, of some of the gardening and fledgling plants breaking the surface of my flower beds. I don't need to post the photos, they all look like fledgling plants breaking the surface of my flower beds. They all look pretty much the same. Later when they are in bloom, they will look different but they (like me) have a lot of growing up to do in the meantime. Now it's 6:56, and my head is hurting even more. I will sign off here, medicate myself, and put on some socks. That should do it. That's the ticket. Klang, klang, klang went the trolley. So I was wrong, my head is not empty. It is full of spikes and glass shards, and occasional lighting strikes that make me squint and frown. At least I got the back-up redundancy system back online. Time to up-load and log out. 7:07
Chuck Pace © 2006
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I couldn't even start this post until 6:20. Now it's 6:45, and this is all I can come up with. I took five photos yesterday, all after I go home, of some of the gardening and fledgling plants breaking the surface of my flower beds. I don't need to post the photos, they all look like fledgling plants breaking the surface of my flower beds. They all look pretty much the same. Later when they are in bloom, they will look different but they (like me) have a lot of growing up to do in the meantime. Now it's 6:56, and my head is hurting even more. I will sign off here, medicate myself, and put on some socks. That should do it. That's the ticket. Klang, klang, klang went the trolley. So I was wrong, my head is not empty. It is full of spikes and glass shards, and occasional lighting strikes that make me squint and frown. At least I got the back-up redundancy system back online. Time to up-load and log out. 7:07
Chuck Pace © 2006
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Sightlessness Explanation
03/10/2006 09:50 PM Chummin'Permalink
That was weird. I was running quite behind this morning, really not much was going my way. Turns out very little was going to go my way all day. But the worst thing that happened only barely happened. I never before have left the house before the site upload was completed. Of course in the previous 170 posts I've never had a FTP upload "directory" Error either. Why would it, I would have been there to re-do and all would have been right with the burgeoning 
.com empire I am carving out of my mind soap! It could only successfully irritate me by happening the one time in 171 posts that I left while the processes were in process. That's Computers is the phrase we use at Roberts when some total system snafu takes a dump on us and the system, so now I have to add "That's Computers" to my chuckpace.com repertoire! I will never abandon a post while it's being born to the web again, so I can never recreate this one particular moment of angst either. Give me new, fresh, just brewed angst every-time.
Chuck Pace ©2006
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Chuck Pace ©2006
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Camera Disaster
02/21/2006 06:11 AM Chummin'Permalink
Round 1: I have to find another camera to replace the one I've been using to populate my sight with images from my second sight. The one I wear on my hip every day. The one that I was wearing on my hip yesterday when I used the restroom at work, and as I was tucking my shirt into my trousers leaped from the belt case (with a worn velcro fastener, i.e. the daily use) and into the replenishing water supply of the recently used commode basin. In one fell swoop my beloved black, DSC-P150 Sony Cybershot 7.2 megapixel went from camera to (inappropriatly enough) black turd! I spent the next few hours applying paper towels, compressed air, and the such attempting to resuccitate the machine. I didn't not turn it back on until 5:00 pm, I removed the battery and memory card in the restroom immediatly after my fishing expedition and I checked the battery in a similar camera from the Sony case. At 6:11 this morning I replaced the battery and card and the camera came on, for a period of 5 seconds, had a no power indicator and said "info lithium battery only" on the screen, then shut down. Maybe it will come back on later, but the battery is an info lithium and was fully charged overnight in the accessory wall socket charger I bought for the totally obvious reason of wall charging the info lithium battery.
The last picture show? Peter Bogdanovich? Chuck Sonofabich? Chuck Pace ©2006
Above (most likely) is the final image taken with the Cybershot, left to right, Jeffery Bridges, Timothy Bottoms and Cybil Shepherd.
No wait hat's Rich, Travis and Elizabeth, playing the race game I mentioned yesterday (remember I won both races?) Travis is rolling the dice, and Liz is pretending to be Natalie Portman (as Garden State's Sam) signaling it is time to leave the party, or she's telling Carol Burnett's mother that everything is fine.
Round 2: Last night the Truck decided to throw a wrench into the monkey works as well. It decided that it would not start. Jenni had gone to work to get some presidential catch up time in. After work I had gone to the box expection to see her there already. Instead I had to go get Jenni and take her first to the chatterbox and then back to the truck with Rich's jumper cables, then home since it still would not start even after 30 minutes of fast idle charging courtesy of our good friends from Bavaria. None of these minor inconvieneances are life threatening so I continue to soldier on. Kay and Mel and Eddie were at the box, and during a lull Deanne and I went out to my car and "measured" the back seat (before the dead truck call). Nikki arrived shortly before we left, I visited with Maggie at Luna, Ed paid her salary again, and life went on pretty much as it always does. One thing I know for sure. I'm buying a Curling Calendar soon. See you all on the other side.
Match: It's a Black Day on my site, my beloved Black Sony camera has made me blue. TKO.
Chuck Pace ©2006
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The last picture show? Peter Bogdanovich? Chuck Sonofabich? Chuck Pace ©2006Above (most likely) is the final image taken with the Cybershot, left to right, Jeffery Bridges, Timothy Bottoms and Cybil Shepherd.
No wait hat's Rich, Travis and Elizabeth, playing the race game I mentioned yesterday (remember I won both races?) Travis is rolling the dice, and Liz is pretending to be Natalie Portman (as Garden State's Sam) signaling it is time to leave the party, or she's telling Carol Burnett's mother that everything is fine.
Round 2: Last night the Truck decided to throw a wrench into the monkey works as well. It decided that it would not start. Jenni had gone to work to get some presidential catch up time in. After work I had gone to the box expection to see her there already. Instead I had to go get Jenni and take her first to the chatterbox and then back to the truck with Rich's jumper cables, then home since it still would not start even after 30 minutes of fast idle charging courtesy of our good friends from Bavaria. None of these minor inconvieneances are life threatening so I continue to soldier on. Kay and Mel and Eddie were at the box, and during a lull Deanne and I went out to my car and "measured" the back seat (before the dead truck call). Nikki arrived shortly before we left, I visited with Maggie at Luna, Ed paid her salary again, and life went on pretty much as it always does. One thing I know for sure. I'm buying a Curling Calendar soon. See you all on the other side.
Match: It's a Black Day on my site, my beloved Black Sony camera has made me blue. TKO.
Chuck Pace ©2006
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CABLE Guy!
02/09/2006 01:42 PM Chummin'Permalink
The couch monster trio, waiting for the cable guy. Chuck Pace © 2006
Up and running. Quick visit. Cable Guy to the rescue. He removed a high-pass filter (put there by an other Cable guy to eliminate feedback interuption) and installed a directional splitter to eliminate or reduce feedback. Had to reinstall Comcast software to computer. I'm checking mail and other things, will get updated Mention Meter online soon. Got to do the Nascar league also to keep the SBD Monster off my posterior! Hooray! The thoughts can be freely puked again!
Chuck Pace ©2006
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The Saturday Evening Post
02/04/2006 09:11 PM Chummin'Permalink
The Decidin' Adventure! Saturday at work was like a lot the last day of the week at work. We had a full compliment of mail-order department woikers because of a spectacular deal we were running on memory, I think it was mem, um mem, or was it, what was?, mem, er, yeah, never-mind that. It has nothing to do with me. Or very little.
Jenni rode in with me to her work, and as it turned out, couldn't do (her work) it, at least not a lot of it. The program that allows here to do do that crazy voodoo that she do do so well, was off-lined by the IT(diots) without informing the departments that use that very software (apparently only the custodial, cafeteria, and security people: who have absolutely no reason to know why, what or the how about the program were all e-mailed by the IT(diots) instead of the claims and appeals departments that use the software). So when it was time for me to take a break for lunch, I instead launched Jenni and I back from whence we came! During the reciprocal trip we encountered a road-hazard hole (much larger than a pot), and immediately on the other side of said RHH found the exhaust system of the Bimmer dragging down the Old National Highway. I found a covered Bank drive through teller area to McGyver a quick solution out of wet and snow, and after jacking the car up to ressuspend the "pipes" noticed damage and soiling to the shirt I was wearing, so after a 15 minute delay, I was inclined to spend more time at the drop off point washing and changing, while Jenni prepared a sammich, banana, and orange victual feast for my frantic return trip. So a 50 minute loop ended up taking nearly 90 with the episode of McGyver added in. When I returned the assembled coworker staff were a bit piqued with me, but I rushed as much as I could, considerin' (and I never did get to eat the unpealable orange while clutching, swearing, steering and shifting during the return flight at 290-mm above the street). Afterwork I thought we should go buy a new Cable modem to bring the Surfer Girl, and the Post-er Boy back on line, but there was the promised Underworld event to postpone or cancel if the net was to no longer be the not. I said she needed to join me on the Decidin' Adventure, and we decided on the net and not the underworld for the night. Returning home with the new Modem in tow, it was soon discovered that the modem was not the problem, after a 30 minute trouble shooting exercise with Michael the quiet talker comcast techie a signal degradation (weak signal) was decided on as the culprit. The new modem should be returned as unneeded, meanwhile the internet would not be cable breached until Thursday when a service tech could come to le abode de humblé. Egads! I'm having Jenni sized withdrawl symptoms already and it's not even Sunday yet!
Chuck Pace ©2006
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Jenni rode in with me to her work, and as it turned out, couldn't do (her work) it, at least not a lot of it. The program that allows here to do do that crazy voodoo that she do do so well, was off-lined by the IT(diots) without informing the departments that use that very software (apparently only the custodial, cafeteria, and security people: who have absolutely no reason to know why, what or the how about the program were all e-mailed by the IT(diots) instead of the claims and appeals departments that use the software). So when it was time for me to take a break for lunch, I instead launched Jenni and I back from whence we came! During the reciprocal trip we encountered a road-hazard hole (much larger than a pot), and immediately on the other side of said RHH found the exhaust system of the Bimmer dragging down the Old National Highway. I found a covered Bank drive through teller area to McGyver a quick solution out of wet and snow, and after jacking the car up to ressuspend the "pipes" noticed damage and soiling to the shirt I was wearing, so after a 15 minute delay, I was inclined to spend more time at the drop off point washing and changing, while Jenni prepared a sammich, banana, and orange victual feast for my frantic return trip. So a 50 minute loop ended up taking nearly 90 with the episode of McGyver added in. When I returned the assembled coworker staff were a bit piqued with me, but I rushed as much as I could, considerin' (and I never did get to eat the unpealable orange while clutching, swearing, steering and shifting during the return flight at 290-mm above the street). Afterwork I thought we should go buy a new Cable modem to bring the Surfer Girl, and the Post-er Boy back on line, but there was the promised Underworld event to postpone or cancel if the net was to no longer be the not. I said she needed to join me on the Decidin' Adventure, and we decided on the net and not the underworld for the night. Returning home with the new Modem in tow, it was soon discovered that the modem was not the problem, after a 30 minute trouble shooting exercise with Michael the quiet talker comcast techie a signal degradation (weak signal) was decided on as the culprit. The new modem should be returned as unneeded, meanwhile the internet would not be cable breached until Thursday when a service tech could come to le abode de humblé. Egads! I'm having Jenni sized withdrawl symptoms already and it's not even Sunday yet!
Chuck Pace ©2006
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Web-Free Life Without Parole
02/04/2006 06:20 AM Chummin'Permalink
So guess what happened last night after we (the Jennster and I) got home after stopping in the alley where bowling was taking place. We had planned on going to the movies to see Underworld Evolutions, but Jenni said she had never seen the first Underworld. So instead of going round and round about revolutions we stayed at home and acted like old stay-at-homes, and watched (the original) Underworld. Then we retreated to our separate computers and attempted to go online and fulfill our internet duties and fetishes: my duties are to do this post and read and respond to my e-mail. Jenni' s fetish IS the internet, the world wide web, the global community, the net and spending as much time as possible immersed in it all. Not the case, no such luck. Nada, zilch, shesa no gonna' happen. We were unable to connect.
The ethers were beyond the reach of our nets. A quick call the the masters of cyberspace in our local cityscape (Comcast) proved unhelpful, and we were left unfulfilled, and mentally chaste without internet intercourse. Things that are not Comcastic!
As you remember the bowling was to be taking place without me, for I was a victim of circumstances well within my control. An injury occurred to my bowling extremity when I was being a complete loser, prompting me to withdrawl from the contest at hand (har, har, har). Jeff "Skippy" Barber took my place and the team struggled and fell, losing all games and points. With just 9 weeks left we need to make hay when the sun is shining and in the nighttime too. We are now at least 22 points behind 13th place and seriously dead last. You might ask, why did you and Jenni go to the bowling alley if you were neither one to do that which is done in a bowling alley. You might ask that. I'm not going to continue until you ask, you really need. oh, o.k., since you asked. Mel Shoffner called me hours prior to the scheduled kegeling exercise and asked for my attendance even though I would be unable to propel tri-holed orbs at wedged cadres of wooden pins! It seems the 5th day of the year of the dog (which has bitten me twice already after only 5 solar cycles) is also the belated gifting day of the Mel-inites! She delivered Rich's and My xmas presents to much mirth and merry-making. As Jenni is my witness, I had Jenni join me there and my witness.
Chuck Pace ©2006
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The ethers were beyond the reach of our nets. A quick call the the masters of cyberspace in our local cityscape (Comcast) proved unhelpful, and we were left unfulfilled, and mentally chaste without internet intercourse. Things that are not Comcastic!
As you remember the bowling was to be taking place without me, for I was a victim of circumstances well within my control. An injury occurred to my bowling extremity when I was being a complete loser, prompting me to withdrawl from the contest at hand (har, har, har). Jeff "Skippy" Barber took my place and the team struggled and fell, losing all games and points. With just 9 weeks left we need to make hay when the sun is shining and in the nighttime too. We are now at least 22 points behind 13th place and seriously dead last. You might ask, why did you and Jenni go to the bowling alley if you were neither one to do that which is done in a bowling alley. You might ask that. I'm not going to continue until you ask, you really need. oh, o.k., since you asked. Mel Shoffner called me hours prior to the scheduled kegeling exercise and asked for my attendance even though I would be unable to propel tri-holed orbs at wedged cadres of wooden pins! It seems the 5th day of the year of the dog (which has bitten me twice already after only 5 solar cycles) is also the belated gifting day of the Mel-inites! She delivered Rich's and My xmas presents to much mirth and merry-making. As Jenni is my witness, I had Jenni join me there and my witness.
Chuck Pace ©2006
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Third Day, Back to Work.
01/03/2006 06:40 AM Chummin'Permalink
Wow. This is computer stuff is hard. I worked on my mention meter all day yesterday. From 11:00am until 6:00pm when Mel called from the box to tell me that Mike McDaniels was there. Last year I called him and left a message that "The Wednesday Night Men's Club" would probably be there on Monday the 2nd. Well the consarned computer stuff had me miffed and mystified and I just forgot.
I designed the link button, and a header photo to show up in the sidebar (something I've failed at before, btw). So after designing those, and reading in "The Complete Idiot's Guide to Creating a Web Page & Blog " tried to properly upload those to the server, where they promptly disappeared forever, they disapeared from the computer here and are not on ther server there. I even did a search by name in the Mac finder and got nothing, nada, zip. Just gone. Good thing I backed up these guys. The button images is a live link, it's just not in the side bar, where it becomes vaporware.
So Jenni and I went to the "Box" after all last night, got there around 6:20PM, and talked to Mel and Mike for a bit, then Rich showed up just after 7:00PM. I took my camera, but in my rush to get out , I left the memory card in my card reader, so there was no point in having a "lame" digital camera. "Ain't got no gas in it."
The juke box is working yet again, but #111 Otis Redding Sitting on the Dock of the Bay still will not play. There's still sorrow in single city. That starts with an "S: and that rhymes with "guess" so I guess it's time to replace come of the Singles in AMi.
So I start the New Year frustrated by the science of html and the internet again. But I will prevail! I promise. See you soon.
Chuck Pace ©2006
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So Jenni and I went to the "Box" after all last night, got there around 6:20PM, and talked to Mel and Mike for a bit, then Rich showed up just after 7:00PM. I took my camera, but in my rush to get out , I left the memory card in my card reader, so there was no point in having a "lame" digital camera. "Ain't got no gas in it."
The juke box is working yet again, but #111 Otis Redding Sitting on the Dock of the Bay still will not play. There's still sorrow in single city. That starts with an "S: and that rhymes with "guess" so I guess it's time to replace come of the Singles in AMi.
So I start the New Year frustrated by the science of html and the internet again. But I will prevail! I promise. See you soon.
Chuck Pace ©2006
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Trials and Tribulations
12/24/2005 10:04 AM Chummin'Permalink
So I'm desperately trying to figure out how to use my laptop to add content to my site "remotely" so when we head to Tennessee in a few hours I can add to the pages there. I've successfully destroyed the site and restored it already once today and now just frustrated. If it can be done I will figure it out. If not I, um . Won't.
Oh Yea. Merry Christmas.
Chuck Pace ©2005
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Oh Yea. Merry Christmas.
Chuck Pace ©2005
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Geeking
12/01/2005 01:45 AM Chummin'Permalink
That guy again. Kim White ©2005 www.kimwhitephotography.com
So I got home from Wednesdays workday (which frankly sucked), and decided to figure out more about the "Site" and it's attributes and features.
A couple of weeks ago I downloaded a version upgrade of this RealMac RapidWeaver site program, and after re-booting low and behold there in black and grey were four words (Personal, Work, Humor and Apple), and I had no friggin' idea where they came from. I scoured the page inspector and sidebar comment html but got nothing. The blog creation page was also completely different, and since I usually visit the World Headquarters of chuckpace.com first thing after awakening from some sort of nocturnal repose (some good and restful, many more unfulfilling) it was about a week before I noticed the pulldown menu with the word "none" in it to the right of the word Category: . Well, in the pull down were those four little words. I didn't know what to do about them, or how to use them. But I guessed I could link them somehow to pages and clicked on a previous blog entry and the pulled down to Personal. After uploading the site's changes the Personal was no longer black, but blue like my links. I clicked on it and summa gun were it not a link to a page with just the one entry I clicked earlier. Next task to re-title the headings. I poked around in the sidebar and other places again and still couldn't figure out where these new jewels resided on the site. So on sucky Wednesday before this weeks episode of Lost, I went into the Help bar and searched for an answer, and found it. I gave the Categories new thoughtpukish titles, and then created the "Spurts' one, so in order they are now Personal (Up Chucks), Work (Toil It), Humor (Gags), (Spurts) and Apple (Computn') all under the general Heading Chummin.' I'm so proud. Chummin' is a variation on a theme here, you know gags, upchuck etc. in it's shortened form this is an appellation for Chumming for Toilet Bass. One of my favorite vomit synonyms along with Technicolor Yawn.
Chuck Pace ©2005
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Post Restoration
11/15/2005 06:16 PM Chummin'Permalink
This morning I put up a post, and there was a problem with it, instead of sitting and going through the entire thing and figuring out what was wrong, and winding up late for work (which I was anyway by 5 minutes). I took it down until I could get a chance to make it right. So if you were confused by my no post today comment @ 7:49 AM, now you have the original post restored to its unrealized grandeur. For what that's worth.
Sorry for the confusion, the only other thing I could have done is to have not gone to work! Jeez!
Chuck Pace
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Sorry for the confusion, the only other thing I could have done is to have not gone to work! Jeez!
Chuck Pace
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Blah, blah, blah
11/09/2005 07:00 AM Chummin'Permalink
Southwest Airlines Safety Diagram: David Hightshoe ©2005
Attention: Ladies and Gentleman, please keep your hands and feet inside the website until it comes to a complete and full stop. There is a chance of very turbulent winds today in Indy, followed by a temperature inversion. In other words it's going to get cold and windy (I've know women like that). Sometimes it's really hard to tell with the weather, all you know for sure in Indiana is that it's going to change. These photos were taken by my son-in-law David on their return flight to Florida on Monday. He got a couple nice shots out the window as well, but the cheesy illustrations caught my eye.
This sucker is going down we're missing a wing! David Hightshoe ©2005
Well, the ditching diagram has inspired me. I'm out of here until tomorrow. But not before I extend birthday greetings to "The Man Who Would be King of the Forrest" have a good 43rd J.D. I'll check my donations jar here on the site to see if I've gotten enough moolah to slide you a Samuel Adams (Nope: how's an ice water sound?). Sorry J.D. maybe Travis can pick up the tab for one.
blah, blah, blah, Chuck Pace ©2005
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Something alright
10/27/2005 11:34 AM Chummin'Permalink
I didn't leap out of bed and Tigger into the den on springs first thing this morning and just throw something up to appease my adoring public (I'm trying more pith and content in my blog cocktail!). I figure I can't be all things to all people yet. I still have to work on the omnipotence to go with my newly acquired omnipresence!
About the site. Please feel free to make comments or suggestions in my comments area (that's going to be the most effective I feel, your priest or mother confessor may agree with your ideas about my sight, but if it doesn't eventually get back to me, then what's the point, Not Omniscient just yet, remember? One Omni at time). Any suggestion I implement will give you a free five minute pass to my sight, no questions asked. (One suggestion I already like is putting a tip jar on the site, so you can get on with the buying me a beer thing, I'll get right on that, buddy. I'll let you know when it's up so you can enjoy your five minutes access!) Any really good suggestion may even get you the acclaim that you (and Travis) crave right here on the Thoughtpuke itself! Imagine your name being read by literally dozens. (With the potential for many more), five minutes of free access and my undying gratitude. (Sorry offer not open to residents of Wallawalla Washington or Vilnius Lithuania at this time.)
Chuck Pace ©2005
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Pre-Post
10/25/2005 06:55 AM Chummin'Permalink
Hey! It's not my fault some of you are up before the Amish! If it's so all fired important to read my thought-pukes first thing then you may not be getting the best production out of my warped perspective. But here goes! So this is my preemptive post. Read at you own risk. You've forced my hands (all 10 fingers). As long as I have something up by 7:00 I will have won!
Chuck Pace ©2005
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Make-Up
10/20/2005 06:48 AM Chummin'Permalink
I know that vacant stare! I've upset you I can tell. I'm trying to make it up to you.
I guess it's becoming like a relationship. I give my heart and soul to the page. It gives me attention in return (yours). I do whatever I can to nurture the relationship, keep it fresh. Do little add-on stuff to stimulate the SITE. Then something like yesterdays power outage comes along and I can only look at the site from someone else's eye (to the internet). I feel I let my little thoughpuke down but the circumstanses were beyond my control. Like an argument the night before, I'm trying to make up now. Please except this my token of affection, my make-up post dearest web-site. (You know I like to post you everyday, and I missed it so much yesterday I thought we could do it twice this morning).
Chuck Pace ©2005
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Powerless to Post
10/20/2005 06:37 AM Chummin'Permalink
As many of you already know, I could not do my daily posting yesterday because of a power blackout in my neighborhood. Apparently some thoughtless bastard decided to park his car on a telephone/powerline pole about a block away sometime before 6:00 AM.
Well I normally get up and shower, read my email, check my site meter and then dive into trying to find something interesting to post. Yesterday I took a warm shower, towelled my head dry (no blow for me) and brushed my teeth in candelight and flashlight. I apologize if some of you now require a thoughtpuke fix before your day is complete!
When Life Gives You Lemons...
When Life Gives You Lemons...
Failure As Expected
09/28/2005 07:09 PM Chummin'Permalink
By continually lowering my expectations I hope to someday achieve true nirvana. When absolutely nothing else can bring you any further down, you have indeed reached a state of grace. Everything around you brings joy, solace and comfort. For you know as the lowliest of the low that they are truly superior to you in all ways physical and metaphysical. That being said, it should be apparent to humble reader, myself, since this diatribe is limited to view-ability only in my immediate cyber-space, said computer within arm's reach. Were it to actually have worked there would have a whoop of Joy so freaking Loud that the cats and dog would now be deaf!
Chuck Pace©2005
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Chuck Pace©2005
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Another Days Useless.
09/28/2005 06:00 PM Chummin'Permalink
Grapevine tendrils firmly grasping a leaf stem. Chuck Pace ©2004
That's a line from the Moody Blues song "Nights in White Satin" which is full of despair and sadness. Sometimes I can relate. Like right now. For the last few days I have been struggling with this web site. It's been maddening at times. I got a portion of the site to show on the web yesterday, but not the main site and no links except the contact me one. I've been home for two days with an ever draining head full of snot and the flu, and been sleeping more or less most of the time, what time not in repose has been in frustration for my lack of computer savvy. I have been posting my requests and regrets to the web host and the page design people, to which I get simple (not altogether useful) replies. I am starting to think that I may have jumped too soon into the world wide web. I completely tore down the site and all it's missteps that I uploaded yesterday about four hours ago and have been reading forums, and rereading tutorials most of the day.
Now it's about time to try again to put up. Or Shut up. Third or fourth or fifth times charm, I say. Well that remains to be seen.
Peace Out, Napoleon.
Chuck Pace ©2005
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