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I have never really been what one would call an active person.

But over the last couple of years, I have become more active, not talking about running several miles a day or bench pressing my bodyweight (which I cannot currently due), but in comparison to my previous lifestyle (consisting of sleeping, eating, driving to work, sitting at a desk for at least 8 hours, then playing video games whenever not doing those other things), then I am an Ironman.

Due to scheduling conflicts I have not been to Gladiator in quite a while, but have taken what I have learned there and been applying it to my own workouts, which consists of a decent amount of swimming. I have managed to go swimming at least a few times a week and for a bit there, I was going to the pool every evening. Then I did the Spartan Race, about four miles of rough, hilly terrain with various obstacles (representing the feats of strength of a Spartan). I completed the race about 15 minutes after when I wanted to and did that with a sprained ankle. (I sprained it fairly bad about 1/2 way through the race.)

This hampered my swimming, causing me to only be able to swim once or twice a week and rarely back-to-back. But the ankle is mostly healed now and I have started swimming on a back-to-back basis. But of course, we are now into the summer months, this means that everyone and their brother (and their brother’s kids) are at the pool. Swimming at the El Salido pool over the fall and winter months has spoiled me something awful, I mean I am used to there being a handful of people swimming in the pool and rarely having to share a lane.

With the triple digit temperatures forcing those seeking relief from the heat with the benefit of some fresh air out to the pool, the place is an utter madhouse, children running everywhere, kids playing basketball, dive board has a line constantly five or six deep, the pool is proverbially popping. I feel like an old man, wanting kids to get off my lawn, I remember feeling spoiled like this when I bowled in a league with Jeremy many years ago, we would close the place, bowling for a few hours after league ended.

But I need to get my lap swimming in right? So I try to get to the pool as early as possible after work, but still it is packed, with them cutting the number of lap lanes down, to make room for the increased number of kids, it means that the lanes are doubled up and often times there are a few folks waiting for a lap lane (myself included). This has put a cramp in my style. So thankfully with summer comes morning swimming hours at many of the pools in the area. (Note, El Salido is the ONLY PUBLIC pool open year round.)

Being a member of the El Salido pool, I also have access to the Anderson Mill pool, which has morning swimming from 7 to 10 am in the morning. But that didn’t feel quite early enough given the distance to the pool from the house, so I looked around some more and found that Cedar Park has a pool that has open lap swimming (from June to the end of August) from 6 am to 9 am, and is only a short distance from the house. I managed to get there three times in a row last week for morning swim before work (scheduling didn’t permit it the rest of the week).

This weekend I didn’t have a chance to get out to El Salido either Saturday or today (Sunday), but there is the Buttercup pool that is only two blocks from our house here in Cedar Park. I have driven by that pool for the last 11 years and never really thought about going to that pool. Mind you, up until October of last year I didn’t swim, at all. But I decided I needed to finally learn, I swim better now than I ever did before, but am still not what one would call a strong swimmer (unless I have my kickboard with me, then I am Michael Phelps).

So today, after having breakfast and working for a bit, I decided I should get a swim in and thought walking over to the Buttercup pool would be a good idea, the public open swim began at 1pm, I was there by 1:10 pm. I got setup and began swimming laps, the pool itself is nice a clean, the ‘deck’ area around the pool could use some cover, again El Salido has spoiled me. I finished up my laps, dried off a bit and walked home. It felt really good.

Just feels weird, like I am finally learning my neighborhood for the first time in 11 years.

Laterz

 

I got a call today, just as I was about to leave out to lunch, it was work related. This meant I didn’t get  a chance to eat with my coworkers (for those of you that would ask “Was it Taco Day?”, fear not Mondays are just a random whatever day, so no set food day was missed), my stomach was rumbling and I was still working on the issue so I decided to fallback to my old standby when it comes to food delivery, Jimmy John’s.

I called into the one at the corner of Braker and Research Blvd (183), told them I wanted to place a delivery order and proceeded to tell the man where I was and what I wanted. I ordered a JJBLT and a quartered jumbo dill pickle. I figured the sandwich would take about 15 minutes, given that it was the middle of the lunch rush. It might have taken that long, I wasn’t timing it, but it felt like it was about 5 minutes early, so for the purpose of the store, 10 minutes. Based upon the Google Maps route, it would take 5 minutes to go the 2.2 miles from their office to ours.

I had closed the door to my office earlier to make some phone calls (one of which was to Jimmy John’s) so when the sandwich guy arrived my door was closed, but I overheard a coworker tell them that ‘his door is closed’, which alerted me to the fact that my food was here. I opened up my door, met him in the hallway and paid him, the bill was $6.50, I gave him a $10 and told him to just give me back $2.

I proceeded to finish up my typey-typey and then began to unwrap my pickle and I hear Eric ask me where I ordered from. I told him it was the Jimmy John’s on Braker. He tells me he just called there and that they said they don’t deliver. I walk down to his office and tell him that they clearly do, as I am pull another quarter of the pickle from the Jimmy John’s branded butcher paper. He calls them back and asks me for my receipt, he is speaking with the Manager and tells him the receipt number, which is verified as having delivered to our office here on Jollyville. The manager confirms that they do not deliver to this area, informing Eric that corporate (headquarters) determines the delivery areas or something and that whomever took my order would be flogged accordingly (or yelled at, but flogging seems funnier in that “glad it isn’t me” kind of way).

Regardless, the sandwich that Eric had delivered (the manager was kind enough to let Eric place his order, given that I had one delivered less than an hour ago) is the last one that will be delivered to our office and presumably almost anywhere else in our immediate area. Now, with that said I am flabbergasted, as they used to deliver to my old office on 360, I mean I was having Jimmy John’s there at least once a week or twice some weeks for a while (was stuck at the office for lunch quite often). The idea of the 360 office from the Braker Jimmy Johns in my head seems much farther than from there office here on Jollyville, as per Google Maps it is literally the same distance (depending on which way you go, the route I would take is more like the 2.3 miles, vs the 2.2 mile route they show).

My next thought was that maybe we fall in the jurisdiction (set by corporate) of the Jimmy John’s further up on 183, Eric called them to see, nope we are not in their delivery area. (note the other Jimmy John’s on 183 is about 2.6 miles away) Apparently, the next time I want Jimmy John’s I will need to drive the 2.2 miles down to get one, or maybe I could just drive down to my old office on 360, sit in the parking lot and wait for the Jimmy John’s driver to show up, then drive back. Or better yet, I can order one and ask them to deliver it to their parking lot.

This incident will not keep me from eating Jimmy John’s, but it does make me want to have a serious discussion with the Manager, I mean maybe ALL of those meals (including catered box lunches) I ordered at the 360 office were technically in error as well. Or maybe there is some sort of rampant crime regarding the stealing of sandwiches here on Jollyville.

If anyone from Jimmy John’s reads this (local or corporate), please drop me a line, I want to know how I can get my JJ fix without having to drive to the nearest one.

Thanks, now back to the grind.

The saying works better, when you are talking about non-descriptive positions likes kings or queens. As some may have read in facebook postings my beloved server Jules has for all intensive purposes died. I had Sprocket Networks ship him down to me for the low price of $39.95, in the hopes that I would be able to retrieve database data off of him.

Luckily I was able to retrieve the majority of my data off of him. However, not sure much more is retrievable, I took the hard disk out and will slap it into a USB enclosure, I have one laying around here somewhere.

All technological buffs (nerds, geeks, technosnobs) at some point have to name a computer. The naming of a server, tends to run in a theme, often times related items, like brand names of beer or alcohol, Jeremy and I settled upon the Pulp Fiction characters, the first of which was Jules. He was a box that I had laying around, I bought a new hard drive for him and increased the ram and installed Fedora Core on him.

I looked around for places to co-locate a mid-tower box, in Austin this was too cost prohibitive. However, in Dallas there was a a price I could not beat $65 + tax per month. So I dropped him off and he worked great up until the last few months. The power supply died a few months back, luckily Sprocket Networks was cool enough to replace it free of charge, in exchange for a replacement power supply.

But this last issue, is indicative of a hard drive failure, or at least from what I went through to get the data off the drive that I plucked from Jules’ case, much like one would pluck a still beating heart, being failure is imminent.

I have been working on Amazon EC2 server configuration as part of my 2nd contract. So that meant, I had to name a server, this one would be known as Marvin, you know the one that Vincent shot in the face. You know ‘Oh man, I shot Marvin in the face!’

Vincent is a server that was setup for a side project that a few of us had going about a year ago.

And Coolidge (the boxer from Pulp Fiction) is a Windows EC2 instance that I have running for another contract project.

I spent some time today working on getting my Technosnobs and Ben.Dominguez-Benner blogs back up. In both cases the blog engines had to be upgraded to a version that is PHP 5.3+ compatible.

Well, I best check on dinner and I have some server config work to do that actually pays the bills.

Laterz.

Not something that on would normally call blog worthy, unless you say found money in the microwave or some how received super human powers or a portal to another dimension.

Alas, none of those things happened before, during or (at least to me) after cleaning the microwave.

The microwave here at the office is probably the same as just about any microwave you would find in break-room, kind of run-down, a little beat-up on the outside and most likely dirty on the inside.

I have worked in about nine different offices, some were what one would consider upscale, others would be consider ghetto, and a few just run-of-the-mill, but all of them had the microwave.

And at some point, someone would microwave something that exploded or at the very least splashed something onto the top or the sides of the microwave. In some cases there were breakroom watchdogs who would mass mail the office to inform them the offense that had been committed by exploding the food in the microwave, other times it would simply just sit there. And at one office, the nightly cleaning staff was nice enough to wipe it out, not sure if this was part of their regular duties or not, but they did it.

But back to the title of this post

“I cleaned the microwave today.”

I didn’t clean the microwave because of some mass emailing, nor did I clean it because my food exploded (notably this was the 2nd time I ever used the microwave since working at this office in May). I cleaned the microwave because it was dirty, not “I think there is something that is going to infect me dirty,” but dirty nonetheless.

The microwave was slightly worse than the previous time I had used it (about three weeks prior) and I have to admit I had the urge to clean it the first time that I used it, but there were lots of people in the break room and the sink was full of dishes and I just wanted to eat my oatmeal.

This time was different, I was in the office early, there was no one around, the sink was empty and I had a few extra minutes, so rather than bitching about it or making a fuss or going to the extreme of getting and putting my own microwave in my office (to which I have the space available), I cleaned the microwave.

I did it because it bugged me and I knew it must be bugging someone else, so I did something about it. I have worked along side the watchdogs and have to say that their attitude while correct in the idea that everyone should clean up after themselves is harshly negative and toxic in that it feels like someone scolding someone, vs helping someone.

I am not suggesting that someone should constantly cleanup after others, unless that is their job, and to be honest that job would kind of blow, but the feeling of doing something nice for others is sometimes reward enough.

I guess over the last year, I have felt the need to belong to a group and part of belonging to a group is contributing and hopefully in contributing even in the smallest way (like cleaning a dish in the sink or the microwave) it will make someone else feel compelled to do it next time. This might be a naive idea, in that people are selfish (myself included), but sometimes that cliche idea of “Pay it forward” sometimes works.

Anyway, I had the idea for this blog post while cleaning out the microwave, that sometimes you shouldn’t turn a blind eye or worse yet remove yourself from a group setting, sometimes you should just take a minute to solve the problem and quietly clean the microwave (and possibly write a slightly pompous blog post).

Back to the grind.

Laterz

My beloved server that is hosted in up in Dallas, TX, suffered a nearly fatal injury today.

From looking into the logs at about 4am this morning (central time), Jules went offline.

Jeremy informed me that Hashserver was offline around 1pm or so and I went to log into Jules, he was not reachable. Not SSH nor Ping could find this wayward web serving warrior, he was gone.

I feared the worst, that his motherboard had fried or that he had finally blown-out his one and only hard disk drive or HDD as someone extra nerdy might say.

I called into support, hoping that by some off-chance the hosting company (Sprocket Networks) was having some unscheduled maintenance that had taken this blog and my server Jules offline.

I was greeted by a very friendly voice, who stated his name was Josh. He said he would go and take a look at my server and see what was had occurred.

He called me back relatively quickly and informed me that Jules’ power supply was gone, it had given up the 300W ghost, yes apparently the power supply was only 300W, craziness right?

I inquired about having Jules shipped back to me so that I could get some data off him and put him to rest like the good little server he has been, by which I mean take him down to Goodwill Computers for recycling.

He advised me to open a ticket with billing and let them quote me on replacing the power supply and that he thinks it would only cost me about $30 to get Jules all patched up.

I opened the ticket with Billing and was informed that all I needed to do was supply them with a replacement 250W power supply and that was that, no additional fees. ($27.99 on Amazon, with free 2-day shipping and Sprocket will soon have their new shiny 250W power supply.)

However, as it would happen, I for the life of me could not remember my password. Now, I can just see my wife laughing herself to death, as this isn’t entirely uncommon for me to forget a password. However, I have like 6 or 7 regular password that I rotate through.

I tried those and various potential variations that I could think of, but no luck. I called Josh back and asked him if he could please reset my root password.

He helped me out and got me a new root password, and I was able to restart the Apache engine and start writing this blog post.

And with that, I must now get back to the grind. But I want everyone to know that Sprocket Networks in Dallas, remains to be one of the best Colo/Hosting companies I have ever known.

Laterz

As I have been going through old digital files and what not, I found an pic of myself that was taken I think in early 2004 (or late 2003 maybe).

I uploaded it to my Flickr and have put up a slightly more recent pic, if I had spiked my hair today I would have taken a very recent shot, maybe I will do that tomorrow.

Anyways….

Me Circa 2004 (or late 2003).

pic of me from 2004 or late 2003

Me from December 2009. (Pre Gladiator)

me from 12/2009

Anyway, I need to get back to making wireframes, only 4 more days of working here at NetIP, best get them done-zo.

Laterz

I have gone back and forth on what to title this blog post on for a couple of days now and I think that this is the most fitting, though it is pretty much just an inside joke, some folks might recognize this type of reference from various TV shows that used it as a means to describe how a character just up and disappeared one day.

Jeremy and I used to say it to one another whenever some problem came up that just was so frustrating (particularly because the problem at hand shouldn’t be difficult or flat out just shouldn’t exist), one of us would look over and say “I’m going for cigarettes.” and the other might reply with “Bring me back some gum.” or maybe “Your coming back right?”

Well, on Monday (5/10/2010) I gave my two weeks notice. Throughout the following days I spoke with various coworkers, some of them are surprised, some of them saw it coming, all of them have congratulated me.

I have to say that I am looking forward to working at Unwired Nation, I have known the founders there for quite a while. I believe we were first introduced back in 2005. I ran into them on a couple of occasions at developer conferences and from time-to-time down at the Austin Tech Happy Hour.

The details of my tenure and subsequent departure require many beers to try and follow the overall time-line, but I have been near NetworkIP (my now former employer) for almost 12 years, yes TWELVE years, working directly for 7 years).

I originally set out from Michigan to work for a company known as Simplified Telesys, a software vendor to NetworkIP. I spent the first two weeks of working for Simplified at NetworkIP’s offices in Longview, TX.

I believe that I only missed one NetworkIP x-mas party since 1998 (Simplified was a very close vendor, so NetIP was kind enough to allows us attend their parties).

I joined NetworkIP as an employee in November of 2003 and have worked on various projects and for the PrivateTel and Jaduka subsidiaries. There is a part of me that will miss this place, but I am definitely looking forward to new challenges.

With that abridged version of history, leaving NetworkIP is sort of like leaving my first career job, as many of the folks that I met and worked with 12 years ago are the same folks that I have been working with the last few months, the titles and responsibilities have changed, but the same folks nevertheless.

My last day at NetworkIP will be Friday, May 21st. I have been trying to figure out where my going away lunch should be, I am leaning towards burgers and bowling at Highland lanes.

I start with Unwired Nation on Monday, May 24th.

In the meantime, I have to get back to the grind.

Laterz

I mean not to get all morbid, but everyone dies sometime.

However, my use of that particular saying, “Not dead, yet!” in regards to what I shouted (or at least I meant for it to come out as a shout, might have sounded a bit more raspy and with a slight hint of wheezing.

(note: when I yelled out ‘Not dead, yet!’ I was half imagining myself on a cart of dead folks from “Monty Python and the Holy Grail”)

I made it through my 2nd night of Gladiator Bootcamp. My poor aching body is wishing that I had taken a nice hot bath on Monday and Tuesday night, instead of only just having taken one tonight (Wednesday).

I am sore, I mean to some degree that doesn’t begin to describe the pains I have discovered in my muscles (and my right knee). In terms of my right knee, that one I know exactly what happened there, I tripped and fell last Friday.

I tripped over the gate that we have separating the living room and the kitchen. I don’t know exactly why I tripped, I remember my right shoe catching the top of the gate and me thinking ‘Crap, this is gonna hurt, A LOT.’

I think I was able to cushion the blow with my knee mostly, but I also landed on my right hand (and arm). The pain from that was pretty intense for a few minutes. But once I was able to get up from the floor to a seated position, I figured I wouldn’t need to call anyone for help. After another few minutes, I got myself up onto my feet and didn’t falter.

So, umm I “walked it off” and went about the rest of my day, thinking to myself, “I wonder how bad this is going to effect my performance on the first night of camp gladiator?”

Answer: Not at all really. My knee is sore, but by Monday night, it wasn’t bugging me enough to interfere with the exercises they had us doing.

However, the real question I should have been asking myself was “How would an intense 1 hour work-out effect my body, given that I spend the VAST majority of my time seated at a desk, typing on a keyboard?”

Answer: A LOT!

The pain I feel, is only when I move around, not while just sitting here, which I think is a good thing. Cuz, if I hurt as much as I do when I go up and down stairs, I might have to start drinking at the office.

Anyway, I think you get the point, I am EXTREMELY out-of-shape and have managed to overdue it, a little bit.

I did my best tonight at bootcamp and made my way through all the exercises they threw at us. I will openly admit that I did not complete all of the ‘mountain climber’ sets and that my push-ups look more like I am just holding myself up and moving about what I imagine is like 15cm, maybe 15mm, it’s the metric system and I went to public school in Michigan, you do the math, as I might be a little challenged.

(Just kidding, I actually think my public education was pretty good. It would have been better, had I attended classes more regularly, but that is a post for another time.)

In regards to the push-ups, to me the few centimeters (or millimeters) that I managed to move my body up and down via my chest muscles were like me going through a full-range of motion with what felt like an elephant on my back.

Given that my chest muscles twinge a little bit when I wash my hand vigorously at this point, I am going to say that I am definitely getting a work out, even if I am unable to complete a full push-up.

But this is only the first week. And I am already getting the crazy notion into my head that I might be able to go and do the 5:30am Friday bootcamp. Maybe, possibly, no promises.

I definitely think I will be doing three bootcamps next week, this week might be pushing myself a little bit too much.

In terms of tonight, it was a series of sprints (which due to the my performance on Monday night, I did my best to jog), followed by 50 of each of the following exercises: push-ups, alternating lunges (or ‘scissor lunges’), bicycle sit-ups, squats (I did the rowing squats that I have been doing on Wii Fit, just felt more familiar to me), and finally ‘mountain climbers’ (which I cannot do properly, yet).

After doing 50 of each exercise, you had to do two laps around the field, returning to your exercise mat for a set of 24 of each of those same exercises that you just got done doing 50 of. Following your set of 5×25, you doing 1 lap around the field and then take a break.

I finished in 30 minutes and like 5 seconds (might have been 15 seconds, honestly at that point I was proud to be standing under my own power).

I give many props to Kevin, Daniel, Jeremy and Eryn, all of them finished before I did.

The instructor stated that we will be doing that same ‘assessment’ at the end of bootcamp. Provided that I can keep my legs from feeling like they are made of rusty metal, I think I will be able to shave several minutes off my overall time.

The one thing I will say about bootcamp day/night #2. I feel better than I did after night #1.

Don’t get me wrong, I still ache (all over, speaking of, time for more advil), but I honestly at the end of tonight felt my muscles loosening up. I really, really need to get to the field like 10 minutes earlier, and do some good stretches and walk around the field a few times, get limbered up.

At this exact moment, I feel almost normal. Of course soaking in a tub of hot water that has been laced with epsom salt for about 45 minutes does wonders for those aching muscles.

But I might also be feeling good, because apparently Chocolate Milk can aid in recovery after a hard work-out. I have Daniel to thank for this tip, I stated on Twitter that he might be lying to me. And he told me to Google it, to which I found he wasn’t making it up. Check out the search results for yourself.

Ok, the maintenance has been over for a bit and my blog post here is finished up, I need to go and get some sleep.

Laterz

PS. Thanks to everyone running and attending the Camp Gladiator. Everyone is very supportive and it makes pushing yourself to do exercises that I don’t necessarily want to do, easier, keep in mind I paid money for this, so the encouragement is very helpful.

The colocation company that houses the server hosting this blog and a few others, was attacked via CYBER GREMLINS!!!

I was in the middle of futzing with something from a Sys Admin perspective, something minor like a 5 minute tweak and BAM, my connection froze up. I thought I broke the server.

After a few minutes of this, I thought it might be a network problem here in the office. Nope, my connection to other places was acting just fine. Leading me to think it might be a network problem with the colo. Try as I might I couldn’t get to the colo’s website, definitely a sure sign of something BAD going down with the provider.

I used that nifty little “cached” link that Google gives you and I was able to get the phone number and speak to one of the tech support reps. He informed me that about 5-10 minutes ago their network came under a DoS attack, which coincided with the issues I experienced while trying to do that quick 5 minute tweak.

About 10 minutes after talking with the tech support rep everything looks like it is under control.

Yippie!!!

For a few minutes there I thought about what it would be like to have a virtual server with Amazon or some other “Cloud Computing” company.

Maybe when Jules is another year older I will look at doing a “virtual” cloud based server, because I am never going back to a traditional VPS.

Back to the grind.

Laterz

It has been about an hour since Gina and I got home. I made the bed (Gina helped) and got Gina some juice. She is doing well, the doctor said that she can begin eating regular foods (not just jello), just have to keep them all low in fat over the next few weeks.

I am looking for a soup recipe that uses cabbage, as before this weekend’s adventure I bought a very nice looking cabbage.

cabbage

The original plan was to turn it into my favorite kind of slaw and serve it along with some smoked pork and there was a request for ribs as well. Luckily, I had not purchased any of the meat for the weekend, else I might be wondering what to do with all that raw pork shoulder. (Nope, the dogs can’t eat that much pork, not good for them.)

I am going to finish finding a recipe and make sure I have all the needed stuff. Then, then I am going to take a nap. (or run to the store, get the missing items, then a nap)

Laterz