Juggalonely

Over the past week or so I have been stepping back through the Six-or-so Joker's Cards of the Dark Carnival. For those who are already confused, I am referring to the series of albums by the Insane Clown Posse.

For those who know me, I am a self proclaimed Juggalo. Though I have not been listening to ICP since the beginning, I actually got into ICP and the Dark Carnival in mid-to-late '96 starting with The Riddlebox. I knew rather quickly this music was for me. I have been a Juggalo since. Anxiously awaiting each new card and accompanying albums.

Though The Riddlebox will always hold a special place for me because it was my first of the Joker's Cards, the Amazing Jeckel Brothers captured me and would not let go. The first of the Dark Lotus albums came out and suddenly I started to get the big picture.

Finally, the long awaited final Joker's Card, The Wraith: Shangri-La arrives on the scene. Everything came into focus. Now I have always been a religious person and to hear how the joker's cards put it all out there, I was very pleased and the connection to the music I had loved so much was even more clear.

Now, over the past few years I have become increasingly disillusioned. For years when I would see someone with ICP memorabilia I would always make a point to speak to them. When I first started doing this, I would normally get a favorable reaction and occasionally a negative. During the good time I did however meet one of my best friends. Eventually I got to the point where I would avoid this interaction as the number of these negative encounters began to increase.

Recently the latest ICP album, Bang Pow Boom has come out I've listened to it a few times and enjoyed the heck out of it. In fact, it's right up there with the Joker's Cards. Last week after a desire to listen to "The Real Underground" probably one of my favorite songs, I decided to step back through the past and follow the Dark Carnival from the beginning and end with the current carny Bang Pow Boom. It occurred to me that the juggalo nation could use a serious wake up call.

Part of being a juggalo is, as the guys [ICP] have said over and over, it's about family and your homies. The juggalo friends I have are some of the closest friends I have we stick together. I miss the days of seeing someone out in an ICP hat or a Great Milenko shirt, speaking to them and feeling welcome, like a long lost cousin they never knew they had.

I only hope that the true Juggalos and the back-slid Juggalos will hear Bang Pow Boom and decide to "retrace their roots" as I did and come to the same conclusion.

.::. DruiD .::.

When it Snows It Pours

Well, let me begin by saying how unhappy I am.

Admission No. 1)
I've had three PC's at my house for varying lengths of time. I have been trying to reload/repair/do something with each of these PC's ever since they came into my possession. I have felt less than zealous to complete these PC's since they are all for family and I wasn't charging for these.

Admission No. 2)
My home office has been a disaster for some time. In recent history there has been a clear path from the door to my wife's desk and one from the door to my desk which then continues on to my closet door.


Yesterday, after church and visiting with family, I sat down in order to make a dent in my tasks of finishing these pc's and maybe cleaning up my office or at least my desk. I sat down and reloaded one of the pc's I already had the data backed up previously. Meanwhile, I am attempting to figure out why I am having trouble installing a new os (FreeBSD preferably but I'd settle with Ubuntu) on my 1.5 TB harddrive in my computer. DING! Reload finished. w00t! Ok now I go to stop what I was doing and hook my harddrive back up and move the old data back to the newly reloaded PC. All is fine. I then exclaim, “Oh Crap!” I realized that I had neglected to hook up the “broke drive” which is a 100gb sata drive I bought off a guy at a flea market. The reason I call it the broke drive is that the rail for the sata data connector to fit snuggly (not snuggie) into is broke so I just have to jimmy-rig it to stay in place. I do that and boot the PC back up. Comes back up. I start to click on “My Computer” (yes I know it's a windows pc – hush!) BLUE Screen-then-REBOOT “CRAP!”

Well when I boot it back up the computer is doing the good-ol' “Splash-screen - REBOOT” game which I hate oh-so-much! I disable reboot and it tells me, “Unmountable Boot Volume” well after 10 – 15 minutes of swearing. I grab the newly found 40GB drive that I had plans for, load it up crap now it cant find my network card. Oh wait, I have a slipstream that has my driver on it.

I'm going to pull a Kanye West on myself and interrupt myself. All this is after spending hours yesterday attempting to load BSD or Ubuntu onto my 1.5 TB drive, running MemTest 4 against the RAM and a myriad of other tests. None of which had the best video of all time.

Ok, so while I'm letting the slipstream disc run I went to put my daughter down for the night since my wife had been keeping an eye on her during all this. I get her to sleep and put her down. Then I go back into my office and it's rebooting, “cool it's ready!” XP splash screen... REBOOT!

Requiring all the energy in my body I restrain myself from shouting and picking my computer up to throw it through my window. After a bit of cool down I sit back down and start back to work on it.
Unfortunately, with no resolve.

I could have shortened this by saying, “ARGH!!!” but then you wouldn't really know what was going on would you?

Hopefully I'll get SOMETHING resolved soon.

Last post.

Well apparently I caused a stir among several friends and people with the last post I made.
I wanted to update those who expressed concern either via email, txt msg, phone call, blog comments or some form of communication.

Recently as things have calmed down, I have had the opportunity to dig through some music to meet my emotions. In the process, I accidentally ran across a song that I hadn't heard in a while, this reminded me that I had typed up the lyrics and added it to my website because of how much I like the song, and what is this song you might ask...
Superman's Song

I feel much better.
Thanks for the concern.

To Hades With It All!

Alright, I've had it.
I've done all that I can do.
I hate computers.
I am tired of working on them.
I'm tired of putting up with their stercus tauri.

I decided to put my mind on some other topic, so after being introduced to a firewall application that I could run on one of my old linux boxes, I thought 'hey that would be a fun project to get my mind off of all this.'
this being the problems I'm having with my primary desktop computer)
So i took out the old box that's just been sitting in a corner with a half-arse load of FreeBSD on it, popped in X-files DVDs and I dug out this great old blue box that I bought for $5, a long long time ago in a galaxy far far away, that was retail version of RedHat 5.2. I plug the machine in, make sure it POSTs. So, I put the disc in the cd-rom tray and hit reboot. I start the install, Stack trace!?! hmm, ok let me check something. I take the disc out do some checks on the BIOS settings, all looks good. I open the try and put the disc back in. After closing the try and hitting reboot, my computer stuck it's tongue out at me. The Cd tray shot back out. So i hit the button, it closed and opened again. I'm thinking ok, i have fat fingers maybe i'm double tapping the button so i real quickly punch the button. Closed. OPEN! OMG!! WTF!?

So after a few minutes of fighting with the cd rom, and it not working. As I am an only child, I did what I do best. I threw a temper-tantrum. Denting cases, bending chassis, and as a side note: i don't like that the plural form of chassis is chassis.
All-the-while doing a few other destructive things to the computers around me.
SO, this brings me to my point.

I have:
5 non-working white-box PCs
1 maybe-working Compaq PC
1 working PowerMac 7600 which I recently upgraded to MacOS 8.1
1 working Rosewill 19" Flat panel monitor
1 working 17" Mac CRT (Big-butt behemoth)
1 working 17" Dell CRT
1 sort-of working 17" Philips CRT (it pin-cushions every now and then)
1 working Sun 1U Netra X1 server
I think I may have a couple Toshiba Satellite Laptops (1 working; 1 not)

Anyone need some parts. Sold As Is.

I do not want to title this.

I am pretty cynical and quite often I think about how little faith I have left in the human race and then I read something like this:
http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/OnlyinAmerica/story?id=3374034

After reading that I, at least, was over come with the feeling of someone at the jumping off point then, just as in movies, tv, and books, they find out something that makes them think life is worth living.

After reading that I come back to myself and think about how maybe there is still a little Godliness left in people. It also made me think of one of the commercials running on tv now where people keep seeing someone do something nice or helpful then they in-turn pass it on. I know that this sounds like an after school special but I wish we as the human race were more like that. What harm does it do us to be helpful to someone?

The Mark

Ok first let me start by saying, anyone who knows me knows, yes I am religious, I even recently rededicated myself to God and no I'm not a religious zealot who run around thumping people on the head with the Bible. Nor am I someone who stands in the street at Riverbend with a sign and says, 'You're going to Hell for going to Riverbend!!!' Don't even get me started on those guys... anyway... As some of you know I have finally been doing something I've wanted to do for almost ten years. I have started reading the Left Behind books. I have recently finished book 6 "Assassins." Well I have to admit that since I have been reading these books, I have at least had my eyes opened to a number of things I had never really thought of. Well now I'm not turning in to a zealot who screams all the time, "the world is coming to an end!!" I have to admit though that I defiantly get the feeling of impending doom reading these articles.

• Law Bean Real ID Act


• Real ID Act

Being someone who -- contrary to some people's beliefs -- thinks more long term, I can so see this ending up in the Mark of the Beast category. Now I have to admit, as I was typing this I began to quote scripture, when I had a second thought. My reservation was that in the eyes of some, quoting scripture immediately either looses credibility or they immediately turn off the article. Secondly, I just want to get my point across without retyping scripture. So I am going to back up just a little before touching on scripture.

Essentially, what I am thinking is as follows: The Real ID act is an electronic ID, storing information about you, the current belief is the information stored will be:

• name
  
• birth date
  
• sex
  
• ID number
  
• address
  
• a digital photograph
  

Well, it starts there. How much longer before this digital ID can be connected to your Credit Cards, Check Cards or Bank Accounts. Then the next step, imagine 25 or 30 years down the road when technology is more advanced and think about it RFID chips can already be inserted into pets so that Vets can scan the id of a found dog. RFID chips can already be inserted under the skin, but as I said imagine even 20 to 25 years down the road when the technology is safer and more "acceptable."
Well the next logical step in crime prevention, such as picked pockets, Identity theft, and any number of problems we deal with now, is to take this new ID with all it's stored information put it on a little RFID chip. Most likely it's probably already a RFID chip that is supplying the info on the card.

Let's just take the RFID chip and put it in ppl. Well we probably need to make it standard location. Why not the wrist, which one, well I'm right handed so let's make it the right wrist. Wait what about someone who doesn't have a wrist, well they at least have to have a head, let's let them put it in their forehead. Well come to think of it, let's give people the choice of the hand or wrist. Yeah, that's a good idea. Let's do it!

Then about five minutes later, OH! I just thought of this, with everyone having one of these chips in their skin, we don't need physical money anymore!
A smile creeps across their face and they take a drink of a Guinness and shout, BRILLIANT!

Yeah I might be a little over dramatic, but I might be right. If you are not familiar with Revelation you can find where I am pulling information from in Revelation Chapter 13:16-18.

I just felt the need to pass along my thoughts.
-DruiD

BURNED!!!

Alright, most of you know how anti-buying music at wal-mart I am. Nothing against Wal-mart i have family that work there. I do hate that walmart censors their cds.
I have a set of rules:
1.) Do not buy music at Wal-Mart
2.) Do not buy CDs at Wal-Mart
3.) Avoid purchasing Music CDs at Wal-Mart

Alright, well I broke my rule for the first time in two years I bought a CD at Walmart. Most of you know I am a lemming for a certain little Canadian Anti-pop Princess, so I bought her new cd the day it came out. I went out to get pizza and a movie as well as picking up some Milk and OJ for my wife and decided to go ahead and pick it up. It was a matter of convenience. I felt pretty sure that I was safe to buy it at Wal-mart. Did not expect that it needed to be edited, well I was wrong. Now normally, there is a simple little word on the label or on the security label on top that says (Edited). I saw none, and as I said I didn't expect to. I got in my car on my way to pick up the pizza and head home.
Track 1, a little over a minute into the song, "and hell yeah I'm the Mother Princess" I nearly caused a wreck. I was furious! I had been BURNED! Damn you wal-mart and your not offering cds with dirty words!
I'm adding a rule to my rule set:

4.) NEVER under Any Circumstance, no matter how convenient, buy any type of musical item from walmart!!!

Eff EMO!!!!

Ok, I came to two revelations this evening that I will share with you in mere moments. I will preface this post with a note that says, I will probably make edits over the next week, simply to allow my thoughts and frustrations time to settle.

Ok first, for those of you who don't know what Emo is please visit the following site and read the definitions, Emo. In short I will paraphrase for those of you who, like me are to lazy to read all that, Emo is punk music with way to much estrogen in its system. Goth used to be the depressed teens full of angst and decked out in all black. For Emo imagine the same thing minus instead of the black clothing the guys wear tight sweaters, thick rimmed glasses, and tight-tight jeans. The problem with Emo, in my opinion, is that a good style of music -- emotional punk -- people have taken and gone overboard with it as a fad, as usual.

I realized tonight that every time I see an Emo kid, I really just want to grab them by the arms and shake the SHIT out of them and say, "CHEER UP EMO KID! Grow up and wear your own gender's pants!" Trust me, I'm one who is all for individuality and doing your own thing and having your own opinions. That being said, I am sick of the Emo look! It looks ridiculous. Yes, I was in to the whole Goth scene; yes, I had my eyebrow pierced and plan on getting it done again once I can get time to stay at home long enough to let it heal again so I can take it out when I need to. I know people, especially my father -- God rest his soul, thought it looked ridiculous and that is their prerogative just as I have my opinion on the Emo look/fad.

Secondly I realized I need a change in vocabulary. I have a good number of friends who practice an alternative lifestyle and as many of you may know, I often over use the word 'gay.' I have decided tonight that I plan to discontinue my use of the word gay for anything that I:
Don't like
Don't agree with
Don't understand
Don't want
ad infinitum.
My new plan is to use the word Emo in replacement for the word gay. My realization was that of my friends who are gay might take offense to my use of the word and I do not want to offend them. You might ask will I not offend any of my friends who are Emo (and yes I have some who are Emo and I have made my feelings known to them numerous times)? My answer is, probably but I don't care because their feelings are always bruised so what does it matter?

-druid

Awry Webhosting.

Recently (as in only about 3 days ago) I went to my website... Everything was normal. About eight (8) hours later I went to check something on my site... My entire website had reverted to... oh about a month and A HALF AGO!!!!!!!!!!!!! I mean WHAT THE HELL!?! That makes at least the third time in the past year. However... this is the final straw. I am currently looking for a new hosting provider for at least a temporary situation. My plan is to ... first get my Comcast bill under control, second upgrade my comcast internet to workplace and host my own website from my own home. Eventually one day I want to run a hosting company. One where we actually perform backups on our server and if we loose our clients website we admit that we Eff'd up and we compensate them for it... where we actually do what a hosting company is supposed to do.
ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I never had this kind of trouble with LoBall Hosting ARGH!

Salt Lag City

I just returned from my second week in Salt Lake City.
For anyone who has never been, I do recommend going to at least visit it.
A city with a neat history. Being someone who is very interested in religions and history... not to mention history of religions... I think it is definitely worth a visit. Also for the first time since I was in 8th grade (95/96), I could actually breath out of my nose it only took a couple days of nose bleeds... but a small price to pay for remembering how good it is to breath with ease.

My first complaint of Salt Lag City is that on my first return trip Friday, 4 August, 2006... I flew in to Atlanta and had my wife come pick me up (because I was un able to get a flight back into Chattanooga). I arrived all was good, I visited the carousel, my oversized bag (that I had on loan) spits out... I grab it. I wait for my bathroom bag... the carousel stops... there are about 8 or 9 of us on that flight still standing there. We go to talk to the nice Delta people, who obviously do not communicate very well. The lady explains that my bag was left in SLC. I explain that I am going to need that bag because I have another flight on Monday. She tells me that I will be able to come back by Saturday morning when the bag arrives [on the next flight in from SLC] I explain that I do not live in ATL and live near Chattanooga and she tells me that is fine that she will have it flown to Chatta-vegas and the Delta people from CHA's airport will bring it to me.
Awesome!!!!
No. ATL ships it via UPS very late in the day Saturday.... Grr... I fly out Monday, my bag arrives at my home... Tuesday... ARGH!!!!

SLC (Week 2) Everything went very smoothing getting out there my previous bathroom bag is at home, I'm making do with what I've got. Suddenly there's Blankity-Blanking terrorists in the UK. OMG! soooooooo.... Airports say get here 3hours early -- but my flights at 7!?! I call SLC Delta and after I FINALLY get to talk to a person I explain that my flight is @ 7 and wanted to know if she thought I should get there at, *gulp* 4 or not? "I would just to be on the safe side" *sigh* So I get there Saturday morning and it's 4 am.. the Delta ticket agents... aren't open...
the kiosks turn on at 4:30 so I finally get my tickets, my bags checked and to security... I look around there's no one around just me the lady in front of me and the nice people at TSA... so why did I have to be here at 4 again? oh look there's nothing open to give me Coffee!?! I NEED CAFFINEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh look there's someone with a Starbucks cup, "excuse me where did you get that" so he tells me, "dammit it's 6:25 they're going to start boarding in 5 minutes...." *sigh* I'll just do with out...

All in all not bad trips... just normal mishaps
oh well c'est le vie!

My Hypocrisy Knows No Bounds

First off, let me preface this with for those of you know don't already know my favorite music band is Slipknot. This is not a feature of myself that I hide anyone who spends any time around me could more than likely tell you who my favorite band is. As a fan of Slipknot, I understand that there is a certain stigma that is associated with "that" type of music from those who do not understand, enjoy, listen, or care for Slipknot. That being said, here is my rant.

Recently at work I was paid a visit by my financial planner/advisor at work for me to sign some paperwork, which is not unusual due to my work schedule it is easier usually for him to simply swing by my office. Well on this incident, there was a person from the accounting office in the IT office, well after my planner/advisor left the representative from the accounting office comes into my office interrogating me as to who this visitor in my office had been. First off if had not been any of his business, but I allowed this question and expected my answer to be the finale for the conversation regarding my guest. I was wrong not only did my offered answer provoke more questions but opened the door way to attempted mockery. Why did I need a financial advisor was a question posed . The fact that I listen to, “that…goth kind-of music” apparently means that I’m stupid and should not be concerned with financial issues. In the interest of my job, I was very thankful for a friend of mine calling me to ask for assistance with car trouble.

I was completely appalled, why and how is it any of this persons business that I have a financial advisor, let alone why I have one; but his stereotype of me really blew my mind. I have become accustomed to people who did not know me stereotyping me. However someone who I have worked with and someone I could reasonably say knew me, stereotyping me like that really bothered me. I guess it really goes to show that, overall everyone really puts up a front as to what they think of you until a slight slip of the tongue lets you know...

EDIT: Corrected Lots of Spelling mistakes, can you tell I was mad?

Charlie Brown was part of the Horde.

As most of you know I play World of WarCrack...I mean Craft..WarCraft... as the majority of those people know I am hard up for the horde. Horde is vastly superior to alliance (which might be attributed to the average age of horde side players is old enough to purchase alcohol). Well recently a guildie and I decided we would have a little fun with the opposing faction's 'babies' (Alliance characters less than lvl 10). So we trekked across Stranglethorn Vale, rode north across Duskwood crossed the river laid waste to a few murlocks and kobolds, wacked Hogger (who if you've ever played Alliance side and could look past the age avg of 13) you know that Hogger is the first elite (or tough guy) you come across... So then we venture even further north around the beloved city of Goldshire and towards Northshire Valley. We made it into Northshire Valley with very little trouble, only slight problems with the guards not liking my guildie friend. Next we go in to the valley and we lay waste to the Defias who claim no allegiance to either the Horde nor Alliance. I began using these Defias as vessels to attempt to summon a Doomguard which is the meanest dirty word pet that a warlock can summon. After some time a GM contacted us and asked us to leave the area. After obliging I realized... GM's take the fun out of it. After all had we been on a PVP server would that not have been completely legal? Also according to the story line adopted by most Warcraft players -- (who actually knew Warcraft games prior to WoW existed because they weren't still in Nursery School) -- the horde is simply trying to exist it is the Alliance (mostly the humans) who want to see the Orc and Troll races and anyone who would side with them wiped out. The Horde's retaliation is to counteract the attacks made by the Alliance and at times to preemptive strike them. It occured to me not only are the GMs to take the fun out of the game. They too are to oppress the Horde! Sure I've been asked, 'how would you like it if the alliance warlocks came over and summoned a doomguard while you were a lowbie character in Deathknell?' Simple, alliance petition the GM to get the Horde to stop, the Horde do a /who and find higher level players to help defend the newbie zones. That's what I would have done. Then again... perhaps it comes back to age...
For the Horde!
Pow'r to the Forsaken!

Is there anybody out there...?

Not as many things truly get under my skin as sometimes appears to. One of the ones that truly does is someone asking your opinion and or what's going on and after you tell them they either don't listen to you, they blow you off, or they tell you that you are wrong.
HOW CAN MY OPINION BE WRONG!?!
THEN, WHY DID YOU ASK ME FOR MY OPINION!?!
Today we had a server problem. Well it escalated to more problems. After it was fixed my boss asked me what happened and I told him what I was pretty sure (and am still almost 100% certain) what the problem was and he basically dismissed everything I told him. I understand wanting to cover your own ass and that maybe my explanation was not the best technical reason; or maybe it just wasn't what he wanted to take to his boss. I can't help that. That's what happened. You can't just say, well if everyone wouldn't freak every time there's a fart on the network then maybe this shit wouldn't happen.

Anyway I want to go home.

From Two Stories Up a Zenith Makes a Big Boom!

Ever have one of those days where it's not really a bad day... it was actually almost a good day but you just want to scream! That's the kind of day I've had. Honestly it was not a bad day at all but I honestly felt like going out of my mind. I think it has a lot to do with when you have nearly one hundred things on your mind and they are all constantly running at full speed.
/sigh
I need another vacation already.

Yawn

Well I've decided to give blogspot about a 2month trial as being my blog. Knowing how much i use it that means that it'll be this post, the last post and maybe 2more in that time. :) Yes I'm lazy.
Who knows maybe if I have something that's not home-grown i'll like it better... I Kept saying i was gonna re-write mine anyway... If I like Blogspot I may not have to.
I have to bitch for a little bit I got kicked out of a raid today on wow I don't know if it was an accident or what but it pissed me off. If it was on purpose apparently resurrecting yourself after dieing UNKNOWING that the alliance is about to sweep in right where u rezzed is UNACCEPTABLE.. dumb ass. Eff u who ever you were that kicked me!

Anyway ok now that i'm over that... Well I guess that's all I really need to say right now...
later
-druid