Just another day at work, but I got Puppet working. Did the obligatory Hello World routine. And I found that there are over 4000 ready made modules available for download. Now we need to decide what we want to do with Puppet. We will do the standard configuration files (NTP, nsswitch.conf, etc). But one thing we really need is to do root passwords with it.
I discovered a new singer named Jonatha Brooke. More later after I listen to more of her music.
On the subject of music, I got a note from Pledge Music that Nu Shooz was doing a new album. I really liked what I thought was their first album, That's Right, but I just learned it was their second. Anyway, I donated to their Pledge Music campaign and look forward to their new album.
I am looking forward to a productive weekend. I have flowers to plant (we bought them a week ago but they are alive and doing fine, waiting for us). I will continue cleaning up the back yard. I realized the other day that this back yard project will take all year. My goal now is to get it back to where there is almost nothing but grass. And our two Buddha statues.
I have made a major breakthrough in my study of zombieology. My zombie potion works on birds. And it made the birds much smarter. Instead of chirping noises, they now fly around yelling "brains".
I started my day a bit after 6 AM, while it was still very dark outside (I hate Daylight Saving Time). I don't know why, but these days I can't sleep much past 6 AM. The only exception seems to be work days, when I need the alarm clock to wake me up. Thank goodness for alarm clocks.
I started the day by giving the birds their first half gallon of seed. It will be gone within a few hours, after the birds wake up when it gets light. I enjoy feeding the birds. It makes me feel good when I see a bunch of them around the pile of seed, but when there are too many it gets kind of creepy, because they look like a squirm of worms.
I few days ago I had put out suet cakes in cages. I had put out three types to find out which they like the best, and then forgot to keep track. One is almost untouched, and I can tell it is the high energy suet, another is nearly gone, and one is gone, cage and all. Must be some really aggressive squirrels to take the cage and all. Anyway, I bought a replacement cage and replenished the two cakes that were gone.
After raking up more leaves and mowing, I planted the plants that we had purchased a week ago. Everything survived the week in good spirits, except the petunias, which really needed to be potted and watered. I expect they will be OK.
My shredding project is going well. I only have four file boxes left. Plus whatever I have left over after filing away the documents that have been piling up over the last several years.
This past weekend was the first of a month, and also the first of a quarter. I am happy to report that I completed both ToDo lists.
First weekend of the month
First weekend of the quarter
I updated my resume on various job boards recently. Since then, I have been getting lots of questions about whether I want this or that new job. Most are short term contract positions, and out of town, but a few have been for contract to hire and also been local. I am happy where I am, but if the toys are right, I would consider changing jobs.
A couple of days ago I reported that I had created zombie birds. Well, I have put them to good use. You know how right after you wash your car some bird will poop on it? Well, I have fitted my zombie birds with remote control devices like they use for drones, and we travel around the city looking for freshly washed cars. Imagine doing the final rinse on your car, and then having a flock of 43 zombie birds swoop in to christen it. I am filming it all for my Youtube channel.
There is a guy at work. He is well liked, and I get along with him. I have to do a thing at work, and I asked him what the penalty would be if I forgot. He said they would rip off my arms and legs, put the arms back where my legs were, and I would have to walk funny the rest of my life. It was funny in context (you needed to be there). I only comment because even I am not twisted enough to think of something like that.
I find I am starting each day listening to The Garden by The Creepshow. I wish Jen Hellcat Blackwood were still with them, but such is life. I decided if The Creepshow is good, maybe some other psychobilly bands would be as good. I found a couple of bands with female singers, but so far nothing as soothing as The Creepshow.
We got into a discussion at work about the difference between a psychopath and a sociopath. Please don't ask how the conversation started. I would have to plead the fifth. After a quick web search, we learned that a sociopath has a conscience, but a very weak one, while a psychopath has no conscience. I decided I am a sociopath, because I do have a conscience, but I have trained it to not know right from wrong.
I was supposed to go to a play tonight at the Miller Outdoor Theater. Every performance there is free. But it started raining and we decided not to go. I was looking forward to this, but such is life. Guess I will finally have a chance to organize my sock drawer. LOL
I take care of bills every few days. I am proud to say that I haven't been late with a payment for several years. Somewhere along the way we acquired a bunch of stamps with denominations from 39 cents to 84 cents. Some people would go buy a bunch of 1-cent stamps so they could use just the right amount of postage. For me, it is more important to finally get rid of all these extra stamps that are taking up space.
What is that? No, they aren't taking up much space. But it is the principle of the thing.
Sometimes it helps to be amoral. I promised not to say more.
I am starting to wonder about the guy in the cube next to me. I told this joke:
Question: Which is better, a serial killer or a cannibal?
Answer: A cannibal. Because he doesn't waste all that food.
My co-worker started explaining how serial killers are better because they are neater, and how if you really want to be a cannibal you have to prepare the meat and cook it and stuff. And then he launched into a discussion of which spices to use and the best oven temperature, and so on.
And I thought I was creepy.
I got my taxes filed. I didn't request an extension. I am so proud of me.
I told my family that there is a groups of songs that I HAVE to hear every day. If I don't hear them I feel a compulsion to kill and eat whomever is near me.
The good part about this is I didn't tell them which songs I have to hear.
I found out that my sister and my cousin are making repairs to the house that my mother and aunt live in. They are much needed repairs, and when done, the house will be a much nicer place to live in. It turns out that they didn't think to mention the project to me. Which meant that I wasn't able to help.
I told them that in the future to keep me in the loop,or I will visit upon them a vengeance so horrible that it will make the angels shudder.
To demonstrate what I am capable of, when I was in the sixth grade there were some kids that were mean to me. I put a curse upon them that when they die, their souls will hover around a guttering oil lamp in a dark alley in Cleveland.
I finished a one-week trial with a continuous glucose monitor, and am pleased to report that my insurance company will pay for me to get one of my own. The best thing about this is I can glance at the readout and know if things are fine or if I need to do something like take a walk to burn off some glucose.
I rediscovered singer Bic Runga. I used to listen to live365.org, and the Sirens of Song station played a few of her songs a lot. I am now following her on Spotify and have a couple of her songs in my Must Listen Daily palylist.
We went to see Bonnie Raitt in concert. She was great. Nothing flashy. Just a master performer exercising her craft. She hasn't had many hits that I know of, but Wikipedia tells me that she has put out 17 or more albums, so she was able to play just the ones that she really likes. I will treasure this concert more than most any other I have seen.
I lost my father at 14. I was just over 30 when I was finally able to cry about it.
I don't know what happened, but as I was growing up I either didn't develop the ability to cry, or I lost it somewhere. But the main thing to know is that I couldn't cry.
If you have never had that problem, then you can't really understand what a gift it is to be able to cry. It usually means that you can feel empathy, which means you can feel that you are a part of humanity, instead of just being a human.
I was first able to cry around age 30, but only for my father. It wasn't until about 20 years later that I learned how
to cry. I found the song Mad World from the movie Donnie Darko. It has this line:
"the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had."
Since then I have found many other songs that make me cry, and they are in a playlist called Must Play Daily.