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Pics, Heroes, arrival

I posted the pictures I took from the Swamp Stomp here.

This morning I had my latest brain sputter.  My daily lunch always includes one of 5 plastic cups that fits nicely next to the Tupperware sandwich container.  This morning, without thinking, I grabbed a glass and came to just as I was trying to shove it into the lunch box.  It is almost my brain checks out of active thought and goes on cruise control.  It is bizarre and very concerning to me.

Another fantastic episode of Heroes last night.  There are so many damn commercials, I bet the hour long show is 25 minutes of commercials.  I was trying to explain to Ali some of the plot lines and characters and realized there is just a staggering amount of things going on.  I thought it would be interesting if I tried to name all the characters and their roles/powers.  Forgive me if I am fuzzy on some of the names.

There is the cheerleader, Claire, her super power is she can heal herself.  She has run into fires, been impaled, shot and had various other nasty things done to her.  She heals right on up.

Claire is the adopted daughter of Beckett, a nerdy looking guy with glasses.  He is the head bad guy in the series, although now they are showing a good side to him.  He works for a company that is fronted as a paper plant but in fact has some sort of weird tie in with all of these mutants with super powers.  Exactly what they want from the mutants is fuzzy.

Parkman is a chubby LA policeman, well former policeman, he was suspended.  His power is he can hear people’s thoughts.

Nicki/Jessica are the same person.  Nicki is a good looking woman that has an alter ego, her dead sister, Jessica. Nicki is normal, Jessica is evil and possesses super strength.  Right now Jessica is control of the body.  She is/was married to a black guy named D.L.  He also has a super power, he can pass his body through solid matter.  they have a kid who ALSO has super powers, named Micah.  His deal is he can control machines.  he has done stuff like make a pay phone spit quarters and an ATM spit out cash.

Hiro is a Japanese kid who discovers he can stop/slow/transport through time.  Early in the show he had good control of his power.  Now it has faded and he is searching for some great samurai sword to allow him to focus his power.  He is accompanied by a fellow co-worker named Ando, he has no powers.  Hiro’s dad is played by George Takei who has some sort of tie in with Claire.  He was the one who presented Claire to Beckett when she was a baby.

Isaac is a painter.  He can predict the future through his paintings.  In the beginning, he could only do this when he was high on drugs, however he has since learned to do this sober.  When he does these paintings, his eyes turn white.

Mohinder is the son of some professor that was studying these mutants.  He found a list of names his father had (before he was killed) and is trying to contact the people on the list.  He has no super powers.

Syler is an evil “hero” his original power was not clear but then he discovered it himself.  By cutting open the skull of other mutants, he acquired their ability.  He has been going around killing other mutants to become more powerful.  Beckett has been trying to stop him.

Nathan Petrelli is a guy running for a political office.  He has the ability to fly, although he is very secretive about it and doesn’t seem to want to use the power.  He has tie ins with a shady, powerful man named Mr Linderman (whom they have never shown to this point)

Nathan is the older brother of Peter Petrelli whose powers were hard to figure out at first.  It turns out when he was in the proximity of other mutants, he could absorb and duplicate their powers, without cutting their heads open.  However unlike Syler, he lost those powers when he was not around the mutant.  However in recent episodes he is learning how to use these powers without being around the other mutants, making him the hero of all heroes.

There have been other mutants along the way.  There was a waitress that had the power to remember everything she saw or read, exactly.  Syler cut her head open and sucked out her power.  Hiro tired to go back in time to prevent this from happening but was unsuccessful.

There was a guy that could touch solid objects and make then turn into puddles of liquid, Syler got him too.  A older woman mechanic had super hearing, ditto for how she wound up.

We recently discovered Claire’s real mother could shoot flames from her hands and that her real father is Nathan Petrelli, flying boy. 

 There is the invisible man, who evidently used to work with Benett years ago but since then has gone off on his own after Benett tried to kill him.  The invisible guy has been helping Peter learn how to control his powers.

Recently another mutant was brought into the plot.  He has a scary, destructive ability to emit radiation.  He could literally go off like an atom bomb.  His power is tied into the ultimate catastrophe that is trying to be avoided, the blowing up of NYC.

There is a scary looking Haitan guy that appears to be Bennett’s right hand man.  His deal is he can put his hand over people’s faces and selectively erase sections of memory.  Bennett uses him to cover up his tracks.

To go into how the plot ties all of these individuals together would take forever to explain. Let’s just leave it at it is complicated but extremely entertaining at the same time.  The show is so damn good.

My dad should be arriving tomorrow sometime.  I found out yesterday that my brother is going to be bringing a buddy for his four or five day stay.  My dad mentioned that possibility months ago but confirmed it yesterday in a voicemail he left for me.  We had to do some modifications to our accomodations to account for this but it should not be a big deal.  I look forward to a fun next 10 days or so.

Crash N Burn Vista, plenty of pipe

The weekend went as planned except I threw one curve ball in there, I decided to give upgrading to Vista a shot on my pc, more on that later.  Ali was back and forth about running in the Swamp Stomp during the prior week.  Her running has not been very consistent at all in the past few months for various reasons like work issues, commitments for the Run for the Paws race, and a few nagging injuries.  The Swamp Stomp is the race that is in that town in the middle of nowhere, LaBelle.  The race is held the same day as the Swamp Cabbage Festival parade and finishes along the parade route.  Late Friday Ali decided she would run it and I would come and watch, along with Nicki.  Later Friday night I was doing some pointless running around the house to determine if I could possibly run the race. Of course, I can’t go out and jump right into another 5k, I still have little pains in my knees that have kept me from doing anything as mild as running on the treadmill.

So Saturday morning we got up nice and early to shove off for the race.  Before we left, I fired off the the Windows Vista upgrade.  I did a complete system backup the night before onto my external hard drive to be safe.   We got to Labelle in a little less than an hour.  The town literally has one traffic light.  We got there about an hour early so we had a lot of time to kill.  We saw the guy and his dog that ran the race last year.  The dog is a black lab that looks very much like Nicki.  The dog wanted to interact with Nicki but she of course was scared and ran in fear. 

We killed the time walking up along the race course which took you back into a very remote looking area.  I took a decent amount of pictures while we were walking.  There were wild grapefruit trees clustered within the very dense vegetation.  It was cool.  This race, like Ali’s race, benefited the Humane Society, this time for the Caloosa county division.  We both have a different perspective of races since Ali organized hers.  We are always looking for things that other races do better or worse than what she did.  Most of the things at the Swamp Stomp were done better by Ali.

For example, the logo for the race is a very simplistic and unprofessional looking gator with running sneakers.  It is in one color and looks like it was drawn by a 6th grader in art class.  The t-shirts themselves were odd.  They were camouflage.  When Ali picked up her shirt, I told her to get an extra large, (my size) since she obviously would never wear it.  We got back to the starting line maybe 5 minutes before the race start.  Nicki and I saw Ali start and then we eventually made our way towards the finish.

As we walked back to the car during the race to put some stuff in the trunk, I saw this dog in the back of a pickup truck in a crate.  I went up and interacted with her.  She was probably a little bigger than Nicki but was in a cage that was much too small for her.  It was so small, she couldn’t lay down, instead she had to stay propped up on her two front legs.  To make matters worse the truck was parked on a hill and the crate was pointing down the hill, making it even more of a pain in the ass for the dog.  As I talked to the dog she didn’t make any noise but just wagged her tail.  She looked so miserable.  I went back to her three or four times, wishing I could just let her out.

So Nicki and I walked towards the finish area which was about a mile away from where the race started.  We saw the leaders go by us, surprisingly the first two runners were both up there, probably pushing, if not older than 50.  Good for them.  As we got closer to the finish, we had to cross the street, across the running course.  I waited for a nice gap in the line of runners and scooted across.  I was startled when one of the old coot volunteers that was helping with the race, yelled at me to “Hurry up, hurry up! Get out of the way for the runners!” I was nowhere near any of the runners and this guy was trying to exert some sort of power over me.  I was very close to making a smart ass remark to the old fart along with a “go f yourself” look, but I didn’t.  What was to be gained?  It turns out the old jerk was one of the lead organizers as he handed out the awards.  It was still an asshole move.

Anyway, eventually we spotted Ali running towards us.  At the end of the course you run up to the traffic light, turn around and then head back to a right turn that takes you into the home stretch.  I could tell Ali wasn’t burning up the course, but she was running.  Last year, this was the first race where she didn’t better her previous race time. This course has a long gradual rise in the beginning and a small bridge towards the end so it isn’t an easy course.  Even so, last year, she covered the course in 28:20 something.  She just missed out in placing with that time.  This year,  she ran it almost 3:30 slower, a little over 32 minutes but she wound up getting second place.  Her prize for second, a Swamp Stomp visor with 2nd place printed on the back, oh yea, it was camouflage as well,  yeeehaaaa!

As we were sitting there we again were comparing notes.  One thing they did that was not a bad idea, was giving out something different for 1st place.  Instead of a medal or trophy, they gave the top finishers,  beach chairs, again with the Swamp Stomp logo screen printed on them.  Ali’s giveaways and food spread were much better however.  Ali did manage to win a 30 dollar gift cert off a pair of running shoes.  The one food item they had out that was good idea was oj, prepoured in cups.

While we were waiting for Ali to get called to get her award, we witnessed a bizarre scene.  Ali got my attention and said “I think that man is crying”  Huh?  I looked in the direction Ali was and saw this grown man, hispanic and probably 40+, crying as he was looking through the pockets of some clothing.  He was crying at a little girl, it was bizarre.  He was saying stuff like “I can’t believe you did this!” as he choked on his tears.  We had no idea what was going on.  The little girl looked all upset.  Ali and I speculated what happened, did she lose his wallet?  Even so, does that warrant a full bore meltdown???  They walked away, with him crying and ranting the entire time, the little girl kept looking back at where they came from.  Then all of a sudden she turns around and comes back to where she was while the sobbing maniac stayed where he was.  She is looking around at the ground.  Ali asks her “Is everything alright??”  The little girl said, “my dad gave me some money to hold and I lost it”  Just then, Mr Hysterical called his daughter,  through the tears and they went off.  We were shell shocked.  I mean how much money could he have given the girl to hold, 25 bucks??  What is the big deal?  It was unreal.  We felt terrible for the little girl, imagine what that car ride home was like.  It was like she was the adult in the situation, even though I doubt she has reached double digits in age.  What a freak that guy was.

Ali collected her award, tried it on for size and we headed back for the long walk to the car.  The sidewalk was packed with anxious Swamp Cabbage parade onlookers, but the parade didn’t start yet so we just walked out in the street.  As we did, dozens of kids said look at the doggy!  Nicki wanted nothing to do with these little terrors on two legs and steered way clear of any attempts to socialize with her.  We finally got back to the car and headed back for the long drive home.  We had to go a different direction than we came in because the road was now closed for the parade.  The detour added another 20 minutes at least to the trip home.

Ali was very tired so shortly after we got home, she went back to the bedroom to take a nap.  I saw that my Vista upgrade was done but when I tried to log into it I kept having some issues.  I f’d around with it for awhile but then decided to take a break.  I did a few more things around the house and then decided to start on the garage.  One of the first things I pulled out was the generator.  I hadn’t run it for awhile so I decided to fire it up and run it for a bit.  I also turned on the radio in the garage to give me some background noise as I worked.  Well maybe a half hour into my project, an angry looking Ali came out and scolded me.  She said the bedroom was right next to the garage and she could hear everything, like the radio, the generator and the chime from the door every time I went in and out.  I wrecked her nap.  Well I didn’t respond well to the attack.  I told her to go into the guest bedroom on the far side of the house and nap then.  She said she was awake now.  So she came out and manned the shop-vac as I made sure everything was pulled out.  She had an obviously big chip on her shoulder.

My main role in the garage clean up was removing all the junk and putting it back in.  Ali did a very thorough vacuuming job, which took awhile, so while she was doing that, I would shoot inside for short periods of time and work on my Vista upgrade.  I could not get away from the blue screen errors I was getting so I decided to just punt, meaning reinstalling XP and restoring from my backup.  I was rushing through this process since I was sort of juggling two things at once.  So I put my XP Cd back in and get to the prompt where you have to pick where to install it.  The partition info looked screwy.  I couldn’t just install onto the existing partition so I decided quickly just to delete the partition and recreate it, end of problem.  Well little did I realize that my external USB drive was what partition I was actually looking at and was what I deleted.  Yes, the same drive that had my system backup, I just wiped it out.  WTF. 

I had no idea  why my external hard drive would show up as the primary drive with the reinstall.  Keep this in mind if you ever find yourself in this scenario, disconnect your external drive first!  Now, if I wasn’t rushing and would have thoroughly thought out my options, I probably would have been able to log into safe mode of Vista and maybe do an uninstall of it, or at the very least, salvage my critical stuff like my documents, internet favorites and pictures that all resided on my C partition.  However I made a quick decision and just blew away the C partition and install XP so I could then install Vista from scratch.  In retrospect, it was dumb to rush through this when I had so many other things going on but hey I am famous for making such judgements, why change now?  So anyway, installing a fresh copy of Vista worked just fine.  All my personal documents and pictures were history, although the pictures mostly are duplicated elsewhere.  The data on my D and E drive was intact, which was a minor victory.  Losing that would have meant I lost all my WoW custom configs as well as all of my video work from the last dozen years.   So all was not lost, but a hell of a lot was, unnecessarily.  Even with the data carnage, I am enjoying running Vista, it looks sweet as hell and it feels good to be running an OS on the bleeding edge.  Of course there is the downside that some stuff doesn’t work on Vista yet and possibly never will.  It is the trade off that you have to deal with.

So anyway, Ali finished up with her garage sweeping and I put everything back in.  It wasn’t very disorganized to start with, so putting stuff back was a snap.  There are just no more cobwebs, spiders, dead leaves and frogs scattered everywhere.  I can walk out there in bare feet again and not worry about junk sticking to my feet.

I spent the rest of Saturday night recovering what I could for my computer.  Downloading applications, setting icons back up, doing the best I could recreating what I had.  The bad part is there are going to be times, many times, when I won’t realize what I lost till I go back to use something I knew I had and realize it was one of the casualties of my upgrade.  Damn it.

On Sunday I decided to go and get all the materials we would need to finish out what is turning into a huge project, the sprinklers.  My shopping list looked something like this:

80 – couplers
20 – 90 degree elbows
40 – 90 degree 1/2″ threaded reducing elbows
39 – sprinkler heads
40 – 1″ T’s
Lots of PVC cement
100 – 10 foot sections of pvc pipe

It was a huge list and it took me at least a half hour of counting and separating at the store.  I put a big dent in Home Depot’s 1″ pvc parts supply.  I slowly pushed my lumber cart full of stuff to the register.  As I waited in line, a guy behind me commented on how much shit I had.  He joked how I would be busy for awhile and he hoped that I also planned to rent a ditch digger.  I assured him I was.  The cashier looked at my collection unexcitedly.  At first she started to actually try to count all the pipe I had loaded.  I told her there were a 100 pieces.  That was good enough for her.  She took my word for all of the components I bought.  She would take one out, I would tell her the number I got and she would enter it in and dump the fittings in a bag.  I was a bit surprised she trusted me to give her the numbers, that’s nice I guess.  Finally she rang in the last part.  The bill came to a whopping 700 bucks, about what I expected I guess.    I slowly lug the cart outside and barely manage to jam all 100 pieces of pipe in the back of the truck.  I was thinking at first I could just dump the pipe outside but thought better of it.  I imagined how pissed I would be if some bastard stole it during the week.  So I dumped all the stuff inside the shed for safekeeping until my dad shows up later in the week and we get down to business.  When it is all said and done, we will have put more than 1200 feet of pipe in the ground.  I can only imagine what this would cost to have someone do for you.  

I have a lot of time off the next two weeks while my dad is down.  I took off, this Thursday, Friday, next Monday, Tuesday and Friday.  I plan to use no more than two or three days of that time on the sprinklers.  If it doesn’t get done in that time period, so be it.  I don’t want to have dad busting ass for that majority of his time here, we have several fun things we want to do while he is here.  Wow another long Monday entry.  You would think my life is exciting, yet it feels mundane. 

Same thing

I was thinking on the way back from the gym about the clues I take about a person based on their physical appearance.  I was thinking how is that any different than any of the other assumptions that people make based on visual observations?  When you see someone smoking, you assume they lack will power have an addictive personality and/or disregard their health. When you see a Mexican woman walking down the sidewalk with 6 children in tow, you assume you are helping to pay for their health care and there is a good chance they are in the country illegally.  When you see an SUV with a W-04 sticker, you make another whole set of assumptions, none of them good.  My point is making assumptions based on what our eyes show us happens constantly, many times without even realizing it.  I suppose it would be nice if people always took the time to fully investigate a situation or person before making assumptions but that just is not reality.  So I’m sorry to say, if you are a fat ass, I am going to assume you are lazy, before a word comes out of your mouth.  Just like when words come out of my mouth, many people probably assume I am a bumbling idiot, that is the way things go.

Weekend, whatever happened

This weekend there will be no real sprinkler work.  My dad arrives late next week and I am going to rent a trencher then.  I am hoping that we could have all of the circuits in the ground with a couple days worth of work.  Instead this weekend I want to clean out the garage.  We have completed the first year of our monthly cleaning project thing and are back to where we started, the garage.  The good thing is that we have kept the garage pretty organized since it’s first cleaning.  The second time should be easier.  Basically we just have to roll the shelves out and sweep up the spiders, dead frogs, sand and leaves.  Then we have some more stuff to do to prep for my dad and brother showing up, no big deal.

Yesterday was one of those days when Ali was really fed up with her job.  She called me on the verge of tears saying how she just doesn’t want to be there and how she dreads coming to work.  I told her again how she can just quit, but she has to then find something else.  As long as I have known Ali, she has never been happy in any job that she has had.  From the outside, her current situation would seem pretty decent, four days a week, she gets to take Nicki with her to work and her hours are pretty normal and any extra time she does work, she gets paid for since she is now hourly.  However the stress of working with a group of people that are more incompetent than competent  stresses her out beyond belief.  She blames her job and the stresses associated with it for various things that have a negative effect on her.

  We can’t afford for her to not work as of now.  On a regular basis I hear from her how she just wants to quit working.  I still have the goal of making that happen, of course I have expectations of how things should be if that scenario does come to fruition.  The removal of those things that have a negative affect on her should have a positive effect for me, but nothing is guaranteed.

Yesterday a co-worker told me that she saw a recent picture of Josh Gracin, the American Idol contestant from a few years ago.  He was the good looking kid that did mostly country style stuff and he also was a Marine, which they played up to the hilt in the show.  Shortly after his season was done, he actually had a record put out and this is how he looked.  Well my co-worker told me he looked terrible, she hardly recognized him.  Well of course I had to see for myself.  It didn’t take me long to find an “after” shot.

  This is a picture from last year and from what I understand, he is even fatter now.  It looks like the guy packed on 50 pounds.  I just don’t get it.  The guy stepped in shit and got a huge lucky break and became famous even though he really isn’t all that great of a singer.  He responds to that stroke of luck by transforming himself into a lard ass. 

Ironically, after seeing Josh’s downward transformation, last night on Idol they brought in Fantasia to do a song.  Man, she looked like hell too.  She was never a skinny chick but it looked like she packed on 30 to 40 pounds as well.  She was also sporting a heat miser hair style that looked ridiculous as well.  I was commenting on how shitty she looked as Ali was laying in bed with me watching the show.  Ali got pissed at me for my comments.  She went on a mini-rant saying she was sick of how all I care about is what people look like.  I certainly can’t deny being very focused on a person’s physical appearance.  To me, a person’s outward appearance does say a lot about them.  Certainly it doesn’t say everything and there are certainly exceptions.  However this is just a part of my personality, it always has, it always will be.  For Ali to bitch about it now annoyed me. 

Last night I couldn’t stand feeling so shaggy so I shaved off the goatee and trimmed off the sideburns that were getting out of control.  I feel better.  I can deal with the hair a bit longer I think.

Yet another weird dream

I remember fragments of a strange dream from last night.  I was in the parking lot of what I assume was like a shopping center.  I was on foot.  For some reason I decided I would be a nice guy and put a bicycle in the back of someone’s vehicle.  I think I knew the person but I am not sure.  This person’s vehicle just happened to be a Hummer.  I walked up to it, looked inside and saw the keys were in the ignition.  After a little inner conflict, I decided this person wouldn’t mind if I hopped in and drove up to the front of the store to put the bike in the back.

I fired up the Hummer.  It felt like I was driving a Mack truck.  It was monstrous.  As I rolled along in the parking lot, it shook constantly like the wheels were out of balance.  When I looked down at the floor area around the pedals, everything looked old and worn, not what you would expect from a brand new, luxury, ultra-gashog.  I did feel powerful as I maneuvered around the parking lot in my mini-tank.  I pulled up to the front door, threw the bike in and kept a look out to make sure this person didn’t see me driving their Hummer.

I drove back to the parking spot where I got it from, however there was now a landscape crew working right next to the parking space.  Perhaps it was the feeling of power from driving the Hummer, but I had little concern for their well being.  I pulled up and started to back into the space, figuring anybody in the way would surely have the brains to move aside.  Well they did move, although I could feel the stares of anger burning through the tinted glass.  As soon as I was backed into the space, some mullet haired, redneck looking guy, immediately steeped in front of the Hummer and started pulling weeds from the cracks in the asphalt.  I wasn’t quite straight so moved forward a bit so I could back in at a slightly different angle.  Me and the redneck played chicken.  He wouldn’t move and I wouldn’t stop, I probably missed him by mere inches by the time I stopped to back up.  He just sort of looked up at me with disgust.  I never directly looked at him, I just acted like he wasn’t even there.  That is where the dream ended.

It was certainly a strange dream and my role in it seems to be that of one of the people that populate the Naples area that I generally can’t stand. The snobby, wipe their ass with hundred dollar bills crowd.  I have no idea why this scenario would have crept into my sleep world.

This week I am doing my bi-monthly facial hair run.  It is a goatee this time around.  Ali, hates facial hair so it never lasts long.  The hair on my head is getting pretty shaggy as well.  It is soon time for a buzz.  I am close to giving myself a Brittany haircut, total buzz.  Ali thinks it would be a big shock but hell when I get buzzed, the sides are already that short, the only difference is the top is about 3/4 ” long.  You can see my hairyness on the cam which I have up and running pretty regularly again.  On the cam page I also fixed my house weather center magnet that hadn’t updated since the end of January.

Success

This time I took the time to make sure I followed the upgrade instructions completely.  I now am up to the latest and greatest WordPress version.  You won’t see many changes on your end, most of the changes are on the editing side with cool things like auto saves of posts that are in progress, built in spell checking and other fun stuff.  I love WordPress.

Fragu, ramblings

In online gaming you normally use an alias to identify your character.  Years ago when I was cutting my teeth in multiplayer FPS (first person shooter) games I came up with a nickname that I used exclusively for a long time, FRAGU.  In these games, when you killed somebody, it was often referred to as a “frag”, I simply added a U to the back of it.  I thought it was catchy.  I thought it was catchy enough that I actually had the domain www.fragu.com registered for at least 5 years.  I had dreams of the catchy name somehow blossoming into some sort of internet phenomena.  Well it never happened and fragu.com has since been snapped up by one of those lowlife domain snatching companies.  However the fragu.com web site probably received the most attention from me of any I ever did from an appearance standpoint.  I tried to make it just look cool.  I stumbled across it yesterday, which is what brought this diatribe on.  You can see the site here

The image on the left is from Painkeep.  It is a screenshot just before I got sucked into a gravity well.  When I worked at Sovereign we had some incredibly fun Painkeep marathons.  Those were the days.

I am still hooked hardcore into Heroes.  It is getting better and better as the they are showing the heroes using their powers more and more.  I only have one complaint and it is surely a result of the shows popularity, there are more and more commercials.  With the Tivo commercials are skipped over in a few seconds, however the abundance of these ads cuts down on the duration of the actual show.  It annoys me, I want more show.

The American Idol voting shows have started.  We are now in the incredibly annoying stage of the show where it is on 3 nights a week and gobbles up five hours if you want to see it all.  Last night’s male performances were not fantastic.  There was a very funny moment when the fat guy that looks like Jack Osbourne, whom surprisingly sings pretty well, visibly pissed Simon off.  After Simon made a comment saying how he liked the kids personality but thought the singing was only average, the kid made a smart ass comment about Simon and his involvement with the TeleTubbies and El Divo which hit Simon like a rock.  He got an angry look on his face that I don’t think I ever saw before and was pretty much at a loss for words.  It was a really odd moment.

I got my Sprinkler install book off half.com yesterday.  I flipped through it and found several things I did incorrectly, none of which are of huge concern, however I will modify my install routine for the rest of the circuits slightly.  We were pleasantly surprised when we  got home last night and saw that they came out to mark the utility lines.  They didn’t mark the electric however and I got a notice in email saying the electric was not affected by the proposed work.  I thought that was odd since the electric line follows the path of everything else, underground from the pole to the house.  My assumption is what they meant was the electric line was buried deep enough that we could go down a foot and not hit it.  Regardless, digging through that area will be done by hand, a power trencher could wreak some serious havoc.

I got the latest pictures for the sprinkler project online.

WTF has happened to Brittany Spears?  Man in the late 90’s and the early 2k years she was about as hot as hot could be.  Now she has transformed into rich trailer trash.  I have been loosely keeping up with what she has been doing on perezhilton.com  I mean it is entertaining to see celebrities unwind I guess, but equally sad. I can’t believe she shaved her head.  It’s a shocking visual.  It would be nice if she shook off her demons and got it all back together, I’m not holding my breath.  

I am going to try to upgrade the blog again today, this time I will be backing up EVERYTHING and following all the advised procedures instead of trying to shortcut it. Wish me luck.

Sprinklin’, forgettin, hurtin

Wohoo, we just crossed 20 thousand blog hits.  Tiny on an internet scale but big in my book. Thanks. 

It was the most laborious three day that I can recall for a long time, probably rivaling the tile installation projects.  Before the weekend I had set the ambitious goal of having one circuit completely installed, the timer in place and a pipe run under the driveway.  Well two out of three isn’t bad.

On Friday after work I bought 22 10 foot sections of pipe along with a few odds and ends I thought I would need to complete phase one.  The forecast for the weekend was very cold by Florida standards, lows in the 40’s over night with highs barely crossing into the 60’s.  Not ideal but better than 95 and humid for sure.  Saturday morning it was actually cold enough that there was frost on the ground.  The thermometer read 40 degrees so I was a bit surprised to see frost.  I was worried we would have landscape carnage like last year from a freeze.  Luckily it stayed just warm enough to keep any of our plants from taking a hit.

So I waited till the frost cleared before heading outside.  Phase 1 was probably going to be the most difficult phase.  It all was going to be dug by hand since it was right around the house going up the hill that the house is built on as opposed to the power trencher I plan to use for the rest of it.  Phase 1 also had tricky sprinkler placing.  We had to go under the landscape border with short pieces of pipe and then use funny pipe for the last 18 inches or so.  What the hell is funny pipe you ask? No it isn’t something you put stuff into to smoke and feel “funny”. 

Funny pipe is black pliable pipe made by Toro.  It can be cut to length and then pushed over these barbed connectors. These connectors screw into the sprinkler or threaded pvc connection.  There are no clamps or anything else needed.  I was skeptical of their ability to hold under pressure. Originally I had ideas of doing long funny pipe runs into the beds, luckily I read up on it Saturday morning and found that they didn’t recommend going more than 18 inches with funny pipe because of pressure loss problems.  The reason you use funny pipe is it makes sprinkler heads much more resilient.  If you have a sprinkler head directly attached to rigid pvc, if you run over it with something heavy enough, there is a good chance you will break the sprinkler head, the riser or the pvc pipe.  A funny pipe connection is flexible so if the same situation occurs, there is give on the head, preventing breakage.  From what I read, almost all connections are done with funny pipe for this reason.

Anyway, around 10 o’clock Saturday morning the shovel hit the dirt.  I started digging my trench.  Even though it was quite chilly out, I soon warmed up from the activity, losing my sweatshirt within the first half hour.  The digging, while tough, could have been much worse.  Once you got through the top layer of grass it was sand underneath.  I had only one major obstacle to go under, the drainpipe I installed years ago to route rainwater away from the downspout.  I was able to dig under it with minimal fuss.  So around I went, up the hill around the back corner of the pool and back around to the other side.  Digging on the steep hills around the pool was tricky.  I got to the opposite back corner of the house from where I started.  The funny pipe reading that I did made me redesign on the fly how I was going to go into the landscape beds.  Instead of running funny pipe right from the main pvc run, I had to extend pipe into the bed and then connect funny pipe to it, meaning I need T fittings that I did not have. 

I was tired and needed a break.  I got that far in the span of maybe two hours.  Good progress in my book.  After lunch, Ali offered to take over digging while I ran out to Home Depot to get what I needed.  I felt bad having her dig because I knew it was tough work but she insisted she would be fine.  So off I went to the Home Depot in Bonita Springs, the closest one to us.  That store had a piss poor selection of fittings.  They hardly had anything for 1 inch connections.  I was trying to improvise and use a reducer to go down to 3/4″ pipe but even then, couldn’t find everything I needed.  I got angry and eventually said f it, and sped off to the Home Depot off Pine Ridge Road, a good 20 miles away.  In contrast, this store had a great selection and I got everything I needed within 10 minutes.  Unfortunately my trip to two stores kept me away from home longer than I hoped, I felt bad about leaving Ali to dig for all that time.  I expected to come back to her collapsed from exhaustion, I had no idea how far she would have gotten.

You can imagine my surprise when I pull up and see the trench dug all the way around to the front of the house at it’s ending point along with sections of pipe neatly laid out along the trench to facilitate installation, wow, awesome!  I praised Ali for her hard work and told her how I got delayed.  Since the trench was all done we were ready to lay pipe!

Laying the pipe wasn’t all that hard. The worst part was spending all that time on my knees. The measurements didn’t have to be real exact since the pipe itself was flexible.  The only parts we had to be careful with was when joints were going up/down inclines/declines.  Those connections we put together dry, got the angle correct and then drew a line across the connection with a magic marker so we knew how they should line up when it was glued.  It was getting late in the day and Ali was going to a humane society “Pet Ball” that night so she bagged out at around 4.  I did another 30 feet of pipe and sprinkler connections before I bagged.  The stopping point was about halfway across the back of the pool.  I thought we made great progress for day 1 and thought that it was realistic that on Sunday we could have water going through the system.  I did minimal cleanup, leaving most of the materials outside since I knew I would be using everything tomorrow.

This “Pet Ball” thing is the Humane Society’s biggest fundraiser.  Ali bugged me about going for a long time but the tickets are 300 dollars EACH.  I love pets but not that much.  Well a couple weeks ago she told me that the Humane Society offered her tickets for half price, 150 each, still extremely steep to me.  When she told me about it I again balked, told her if she wants to go, she can but I had the outgoing money for the sprinklers, zoom bleaching and Toyota starter repairs on my mind, I didn’t want to pile on.  Plus this was before we knew about the healthy tax return we were getting.  Plus I was a bit annoyed that the Humane Society wouldn’t offer her a free pass, I mean wtf, she just busted her ass for six months organizing a race that raised nearly six grand for them, they can’t throw her a free ticket or two for all those countless unpaid hours?  I thought it was kind of shitty.  Well Ali, in typical Ali fashion, didn’t care much about the dollars and decided to go. 

It is a very formal event where high rollers spend huge money on auction items with the proceeds going directly to the Humane Society.  Ali borrowed a fancy red gown from Michelle and spent well over an hour primping, putting her hair in curlers and doing her makeup to the fullest.  The effort was worth it, she looked great.  I took a few pictures of her before she went.  I felt a little guilty about not accompanying her but she already made arrangements to hangout with one of the humane society employee’s wife.  She pulled out and I had the evening to myself.

I had a fine little time on my own.  I ordered pizza that Nicki and I went out and picked up.  Then I sat on the couch and watched Beer League, the movie with Artie Lange from the Stern show.  It was one of those movies that Ali deemed she didn’t want to watch.  (evidently she did her typical pre-movie screening online and saw there was nudity – gasp)  Well anyway, the flick wasn’t bad, wasn’t great.  It actually had too much swearing.  I am a fan of swearing mind you, but as with anything else, if you do it to much, it loses it’s meaning.  There was so much swearing in this movie that it just lost it’s effectiveness.  My favorite character in the movie is an old softball player named Dirt.  He had most of the lines that made me laugh.  Overall the movie was below my expectations although there were a decent amount of funny scenes, C+.

I think it was on Saturday night where my brain farts almost caused a serious issue.  Ali told me that Nicki needed her Advantix.  Advantix is that liquid you put on a dog’s back to protect them from fleas and ticks for a month.  I heard her say Advantix but instead I went back and pulled out a Sentinel which is a pill that a dog gets for heartworm, also once a month.  I took the Sentinel out, put it on a plate mixed with a small amount of cat food and Nicki devoured it in seconds.  I told Ali that the Sentinel was all gone proudly! She said, “What, you mean Advantix??”, confused with how I Nicki would ingest Advantix.  No, Sentinel! I said and then it hit me.  I f’d up.  My brain farts that make me do things like put milk in the bird water dish, walk into rooms and forget why I was there and various other annoying, yet trivial issues up to this point, now has resulted in me giving Nicki a monthly dose of medicine that she just received the week prior.  Ali was freaked out, worried that this extra dosage could have some sort of negative, serious side effect.  She scoured the net for info and finally came across a phone number to call.  I outwardly tried to make it seem like I was sure Nicki would be fine but inside I was a bit worried and upset with myself that my brain lock had caused something like this.  Ali got a lady on the phone that asked her various questions.  Thankfully it was determined that there shouldn’t be a serious problem other than maybe an upset stomach. (which we saw the next day with an unusually high amount of number 2’s)  I felt bad about my f up.  It scares me what the future holds, seriously.

After watching Beer League I sat down and WoW’d until Ali came home. It was a nice relaxing night for me after a day of busting hump.  Ali said she really liked the ball and had a lot of fun.  She said next year she wants me to go.  Ok, great.

Sunday morning I got up with a spring in my step even though my body was aching.  I was excited to get the project ramped up.  My optimism went south when I looked outside and saw a steady rain coming down.  I immediately thought how all the stuff I left out was now soaked and how all the exposed dirt will now be mud, hooray!  I checked the forecast.  The rain was supposed to blow out shortly but the high was only supposed to hit 60 with a lot of wind.  I figured, ok , well I guess I will WoW it till the rain stops.  That plan got cut short when we lost power for a couple hours, due to the high wind I assume.  So I passed the time reading some of my Wired magazine and wandering around the house doing little things here and there.  Finally the rain stopped and I ventured outside.

It was very brisk and felt even colder with the wind but I had pipe to get in the ground.  On Saturday night I tried to save some time by preinstalling the funny pipe connectors into the sprinkler heads and threaded, reducing 90’s.  When I put my first sprinkler in of the day I took a quick look and noticed that it was backwards, it would be spraying into the pool area instead of away from it.  Then just as a pre-caution I checked the ones that were already in the ground.  The two I did myself on Saturday were also backwards.  Damn it.  Luckily, correcting it just meant turning the sprinkler 180 degrees, I’m just glad I caught it when I did.

So I methodically worked my way around, Ali came out to join me as I was getting to the far corner of the pool.  We had a good system going and had the final piece glued in place by 2:30!  We both admired our handywork, it looked damn good to us.  However we had to wait two hours until we could test it.  I spent the time doing prelim work for mounting the control box and wiring it up and constructing my water cannon to drill under the driveway.  The control box wiring went ok although I wasn’t able to make the wires looks quite as nice as I wanted.  The connections have to be sealed in these big grease cap fittings to keep moisture out and the length of the manifold didn’t give my enough slack from each valve to route them neatly along the pipe layout.  Constructing the water cannon involved cementing two 10 foot pieces of pipe together and cementing in the nozzle on one end and the hose fitting on the other.

While the water cannon fittings were curing, I dug out on both sides of the driveway, giving me a trench to ram the pipe through.  The theory is the water pressure clears out the dirt as you jam the pipe through.  This method is what is used to get under small things like sidewalks, however I was trying to go under a 17 foot driveway, I didn’t know what to expect.

2:30 came and it was time to test our handywork. Ali and I were both nervous.  I applied pressure to the manifold and then carefully opened the control valve by hand.  You could see the pipe shake as it filled with water pressure.  Then within a few seconds, the closest sprinklers spit and then popped up and started spraying beautifully.  We were stoked and we walked around the back of the house to the front, inspecting each head.  Every sprinkler was spraying strongly and in the correct direction.  Finally we made it around to the front of the house to inspect the last sprinkler which just like the others, was spraying great.  That is awesome, it means we had plenty of line pressure to power all 11 heads.  Then, just as Ali and I were basking in the glow of our success, the head lost pressure and went down.  Oh, oh.  I quickly walked around the side of the house, knowing that either the well pump shut off or there was a break in the line, which would suck.  It was the latter.  A joint for the tee at the second sprinkler had popped apart and was gushing water.  Quickly I scrambled and turn off the water.  I was in disbelief that the pipe could have come apart once it was cemented.  I was relieved to see it didn’t.  It came apart because someway, somehow, I forgot to cement that one joint.  Ok, easy enough to fix, dry the connection off, cement it and wait another two hours. 

 During the second two hour wait I was ready to find out if the water cannon would work..  I stuck the water cannon in, turned on the water and started jamming the pipe back and forth.  It was working great.  Each thrust back and forth the pipe would go considerably further.  I could see the water bubbling up from the stress relief cut.  I was over halfway under the driveway until I started having issues.  At that point each thrust went less and less.  Eventually it got stuck.  I couldn’t move it in or out.  F.  I turned, pushed and pulled on the pipe as hard as I could, it wouldn’t budge.  Son of a bitch.  I assumed that maybe I got caught on some concrete or something.  Then I had the idea to make another mini-water cannon by just sticking a hose inside a length of pipe and come in from the other side, hoping to blast through whatever was obstructing my progress.  I was able to feed the secondary cannon in but it did nothing to free up my original pipe.  My next idea was to feed in the secondary cannon on the same side as the original, hoping that I could widen up the hole.  It fed in easily to a certain point, then just like that, bang it was stuck as well. I pulled on the hose but it was locked in tight. (yea I know these descriptions sound like a bad porn script but oh well)

So now I was really f’d, I had the water cannon and water cannon junior both stuck.  No amount of pulling was going to break them free.  I had assumed that I would just have to cut the pipes and leave them buried under the driveway but then I had one last idea.  I would attach one of the steel woven dog leads that I used to straighten the oak trees and attach them to the pipe and the truck and have at it.  My assumption was the pipe/hose would break but it was worth a shot.

So I wrap the lead around the original water cannon pipe and then back the truck into position.  I slowly move forward with the truck until the slack is taken up.  The wire goes taut and the wheels start to spin.  I throw dirt for a bit and stop.  Ali said the pipe actually moved, wow.  So I back up, turn the wheel to reset the back tire position and go again.  It goes taut and I start to spin the wheels but I keep on it, I see in the rear view mirror that the pipe actually was coming out! I pulled it all the way out, intact!  I couldn’t believe it didn’t break.  It gave me a sense of just how strong those cemented connections are, damn.  Well now I was feeling lucky so I hooked up to the hose of cannon 2.  I was sure the hose would snap but what the hell.  As I took up the slack the hose stretched painfully.  Ali stood way back to stand free of any recoil.  Then again, the hose broke free and came out, amazing.  I felt very fortunate to get both items out.  I wrote off the failed experiment to just being unlucky hitting an obstruction.  I vowed to try again on Monday, lower on the driveway where it was less wide.  Ali backfilled the trenches I dug by the driveway.  I was wiped out from trying to pull the cannons out.  Enough time had passed that we could do test number two of the sprinklers. well Ali said we should wait a bit longer but I assured her that the joint should be sufficiently cured.

Test number two went flawlessly, everything held together this time.  We walked around for awhile inspecting the spray.  It was hard to get a good sense of the spray pattern because it was very windy, blowing water all over the place.  Even so, it was thrilling to see the fruits of our labor.  I was content to leave it at that for the day but Ali asked if we wanted to start backfilling the trench.  I agreed.

By now it was getting late in the day, it was very windy and we were working on the shady side of the house, making it feel quite cold.  Backfilling was quite the pain in the ass.  First we tried pulling the intact pieces of sod off the pile and then shoveling/raking the left over dirt into the trench and place the sod back in, filling in gaps best we could.  Ali was down on the ground trying to delicately place stuff, I was shovelling and raking.  It was monotonous and going very slow.  Eventually I dropped down on my knees and was pushing dirt around with my hands.  We only got down the side of the house before wrapping it up.  I told her I would work on backfilling the rest myself on Monday.

Ali headed off to work on Monday and I headed outside shortly afterward.  Again it was very chilly.  First I wanted to get the control box all setup.  I already had it hung on the wall, already had the wires run up to it, all I needed to do was basically cut the wires to length, route them thru a piece of pvc to the controller and make the connections.  Trying to cut sheathing off wires with cold hands is not fun.  I struggled through it and got the valve for my first circuit connected.  I just wanted to test that one first.  I set the box for manual, fire it off and nothin…  What the hell?  I inspect my connections, readjust them, try again, nothing.   Hmmmm, so I turn my attention to my connections.  The common wire connection was a mess with 6 wires getting tied into one lead so I thought maybe that was not working.  I already had encased the wire nut with a grease cap so I had to pull it out of the goo to inspect it.  Well it looked ok.  I squeezed it a bit and tried again. Nothing.  I was getting pissed.  Then I noticed the little lcd on the controller had an icon that lit up that said PWR OFF.  It has battery backup so even without AC the display works.  PWR OFF? It is plugged into the wall.  I did some jiggling of the power cord and the message cleared and then came back again.  What I eventually determined was that the top outlet was flaky, if you didn’t have the plug in just right it would not get power. THAT must be my problem.  So I get a splitter and run the controller and the water softener off the bottom outlet, problem solved.  By this time I had my original wiring all pulled apart so I just wired up the one valve just to verify I was in the clear.  I hit the button, nothing.  Now I am borderline insane.  WTF is going on?  I rip the controller off the wall, move it over right to the valves and plug the solenoid DIRECTLY into the controller to rule out any cabling issues in between them.  It still doesn’t f’in work!! I have run out of ideas, clueless as to why the controller which worked when I tested it on the valves without water, no longer worked.  And then I noticed something.  The common wire was not in the right spot on the controller.  I had removed and reinserted this wire at least 10 times, all ten times I put it in the WRONG SPOT.  I was happy to figure this out but extremely pissed at myself for being so stupid at the same time.  I put the wire in the right spot, bang it works like a champ.  What should have taken me a half hour took two hours of f’ing around instead.  Not a good start to the day.  I got the box back on the wall, hooked all of the valves up and tested each one, they all work, great.

Next up, water cannon attempt number two.  I moved down the driveway to a spot that was maybe two feet narrower.  I dug my trenches, positioned my pipe and blasted away.  It was an instant replay of the day before.  I got about halfway and it got stuck like it was in cement. Again, no amount of pulling would free it.  So once again I hook up the truck to attempt to pull it out.  This time it wouldn’t budge, eventually I got frustrated and instead of easing  the slack out, I built up a bit of monetum.  This technique snapped the steel cable while the pipe remained intact, damn.  So I had to admit defeat and cut the pipe off in the trench and bury it, forever entombing it beneath the driveway, oh well.  My theory is that after a certain point, all the dirt that is displaced by the water just fills in behind the head, when it does there is just nowhere for the pipe to go.  It would definitely work for something like a sidewalk, but for a driveway, some other method must be used.  Well all that meant was that for the front yard circuit, we are going to have to go the long way around the back of the house, around the other side and up front.

The last part of the this phase of the project was back filling.  Given our experience on Sunday, I was not looking forward to it since to do the first 80 or 90 feet took two people an hour of misery to do.  I still had at least 160 feet to fill.  I decided to start at the manifold side and work back towards where we finished.  At first I was trying to use the same techique we did on Sunday, carfully separating the sod from loose dirt and then carefully placing the sod back in place.  Well I soon realized this just wasn’t going to work.  I figured what the hell, we have sprinklers now, grass will grow back in on it’s own quickly, I’m not f’in around.  So out came the rake.

My techique was this, chop at the sod clumps to break them up and then just rake all the shit into the trench and then pound it flat with the back of the shovel.  It went much faster that way and in the long term would be just as good as the tedious method we used before.  Granted, all that raking, especially up the steep hills wasn’t fun but it beat the alternative.  I was able to have it all wrapped up well before Ali got home from work.  She was amazed to see that I got it all done.  I proudly showed her the sprinkler controller mounted and functional along with my superior backfill job. 

The three days were tough on my 39 year old bones.  My hands are dried out, cut up and swollen from all of the pushing, pulling, twisting an digging.  My knees were not receptive to being kneeled on so often but I’m not limping.  All the other major muscle groups just sort of have a dull ache.  But hey, it was worth it.  I can’t wait till it is all done.  It felt good to take on a big project and have it at least so far, come out as well as you envisioned.  Of course I took lot of pics that will be up later today.   

 

 

 

 

 

Imagine that, P v J

As I was leaving the gym, I spotted a grossly obese woman waddling towards the shopping center.  She was short and had to be pushing 300 pounds.  Each step looked painful, no doubt from the crushing weight on all of her joints.  As she walked, there was a never ending wave of motion as the fat bounced up and down from her neck down to her ankles.  I wondered where she was waddling to.  I looked towards the direction of her travel and imagine that, she is going to the physical therapy office.  No doubt her elephant-like proportions have taken a huge physical toll on her health.  People put as much if not more of a strain on the healthcare system because of their unbridled gluttony as any other vice out there.

Following closely behind any UFC show as one of my viewing favorites is Pros versus Joes.  Of course it is also on Spike network.  In this show regular guys who are weekend athletes, former high school standouts or guys whom just think they are jocks take on mostly retired pro athletes.  The whole premise of the show is based on lots of trash talking from both the “joes” and the pro-athletes which I could do with out.  It is interesting seeing the former athletes.  Depending on how long they have been out of the game and how far they let themselves go, it can be a bit shocking.  For instance Spud Webb was on the show last night, he turned into a little porker. Will Clark, the former first baseman for the Giants was on a few weeks ago, he is old, bald and fat now.  John Rocker has a full blown, redneck mullet. However for the most part, most of the athletes still can perform to a decent level.

It is extremely entertaining watching the the Joe’s compete against the pro’s.  It is the sort of thing I would love to do if my knees weren’t held together with bubblegum and fishing line.  It would be such an awesome experience to try to tackle Eric Dickerson, hit off of John Rocker, shoot hoops against Dominique Wilkins and so on (all those names have been on the show)  The only thing I wouldn’t be into was putting on this bullshit, trash talking front that seems to be a pre-requisite on every “Joe’s” audition tape.  I would just go all out and do my best and hope that I could at least get a little respect from the pro’s.