Doctour Jock's Rubber Monster Poetry Hour

Little help: Geek question

Thu, 19 Nov 2009 02:26:53 GMT

Hey all.

So I wanted to pick up a dvd burner that will also compress data down to 4.7g. Here's the problem, I have Vista and Vista is the current Pinto of Microsoft. I tried to convert back to XP a while back but they took some key drivers out of circulation so you have to stick with their shitty operating system.

Anyway, I could use some help on this. I tried Mutli-Media now (powerdvd copy etc.) which hates Vista almost as much as I do.

I am going to put it away now as I have just about had enough of dicking around with this.

This is just bizarre

Wed, 01 Oct 2008 13:18:05 GMT

It feels like a farce or something but...

http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1810026489/video/9880120

A moment of contemplation

Mon, 29 Sep 2008 21:57:18 GMT

I love these guys.

http://www.theonion.com/content/news/report_60_million_people_youd

I wish my job had more job in it

Wed, 10 Sep 2008 21:49:26 GMT

So I pretty much have all my reading done. I've looked at stupid shit on the internet. Checked the email. Stared at the wall. I'm tapped out! Anyone have any stuff I should look at on the internet to while a way some of my time?

Edit: I should clarify that I can't watch movies or play video games at work, cause otherwise I would be fine. ;) Thanks for the suggestions guys! gives me a lot to check out!

Thu, 26 Jun 2008 23:17:12 GMT

Rules: Post five things you've done that you believe nobody else on your F-list has done. Indulge in remorse (or communal celebration at finding a kindred soul) if someone calls you out on a listed item.

1. Was once paid $50 after I split a mason block in half with my head. ( I did not intend to do it, I was drunk and slipped off a car but I was the only one to pull it off.

2. Woke up in a home that I had lived in 2 years previous to the date, covered in Cheerios by a little boy named Nick. Nick's parents invited me to eat breakfast - which I did - then asked if I wanted to got to church with them - which I did not.

3. My sister is not on my friends list: When my sister and I were young, we tied bandanas over our eyes and pressed out wrists together, pretending that we were being kidnapped on our first and only road trip to Disney World

4. While working at Yesterdays: Was verbally assaulted by a drunken transvestite because I was making the drinks to stiff.

5. Convinced a naked drunk to bungie dive from the roof of a trailer home. (He was already naked and bunjied when I got there, I just gave him the encouragement.)

I hope I am doing this right

Fri, 30 May 2008 04:32:16 GMT

I got it from Lot so blame him if it doesn't work.

1. Think of the first word that comes to mind when you think of me.

2. Go to Google Images and search for that word.

3. Reply to this post with one of the pictures on the first page of results (don't tell me the word).

4. Put this in your own journal so that I can do the same.

sigh

Tue, 15 Apr 2008 21:54:46 GMT

I'll get this out of the way first. I'm not editing this. Warned.

I'm not going to be able to make it to coronation like I thought I would. Things have just been getting progessively more busy and I ned this weekend to sweep my shit into a pile.

Second. I got a call that my Uncle Steve was in the hospital last night. He ended up wrecking his back at work. This was not a "Oh I pulled a muscle but a full blown "send me to a different hospital with better kind of medication" sor t of thing. The harshest part is that it was at work. Now many of you out in the wires and lights from here have missed out on the hellishness that is factory work. If you want more information on what it is like to kill yourself in a hot box or refrigerator...well rather than explain it, I will refer you to "The Jungle" by Upton Sinclair. There really are few differences from then to now. I have worked in various types of meat machines for a third of my life.

Anyway, he is laid up and is scared of losing the shitty job he has. There is no real fight against the company actually paying his WC claim,. however, there are some fears that will need to be addressed.

1) Due to the amount of pain, my uncle was forced to take painkillers before he could take his urine test. He was repeatedly told that he needed to take the medication and he repeatedly told them that he couldn't take anything until after his drug test was taken. Unfortuantely, the amount of pain bested him and he took the meds.

2) Secondly, this company has a tendancy, once a person is in the hospital, to put them to work again in another position that they make up, then, after the person has been in the job for a while will terminate the position, thus terminating the employee.

My uncle has been talking with a lawyer already; however, the attorney spines in this area regarding factories tend to turn to Jello and finding lawyers that are willing to take cases like this tend towards the shady.

Now, I am showing my prejudice against factories and it is one of the few prejudices I have little interest in losing. I have seen so many people eaten by large metal machines pulling out chip clips and coffee mugs...godDMANIT! people are not just sacks of fucking blood put on the planet to make sure we get fucking garbage bags and twist ties!

Ethics and law. It is not illegal to be a fucking vampire as long as you don't take the blood through your teeth. It is not illegal to work a person into the dirt, knowing they don't have a choice. It is not illegal to request that a person work 12 hours a day in 100 degree heat building truses as long as they don't fall down and they get under 40 hours. It is not illegal to mind fuck you, debase you or intimidate you as long as they aren't looking at your chest. It is not every persons right to have happiness, only their right to pursue it: meaning that they don't have to treat you like a human being, they only need to give you that hope. OUr OSEA laws are ineffective, and that 1 to 2% of the WC cases that have been victimizing those poor multi-million dollar factories have made laws so strict that if you hold up the nub of a mutilated hand an employer only needs to say: "Well they have the other one, he was like that when we hired him, this is going to raise our taxes."

WoW alliance. Looking to move. Taking bids.

Tue, 22 Jan 2008 19:14:04 GMT

This is for my WoW savvy friends so if you are not interested in this subject, go ahead and give it a pass:

I am looking to move my level 53 rogue to another server. I want a place where I can:

1) Hang with friends

2) Has a reasonable population, trying to stay away from the Highs if I can

3) Won't get ganged jumped by a bunch of 70 raid monkeys that expect me to be on every night for them.

4) the economy is not completely damaged.

Only doing this once, so make your pitch. :)

Vengeance is Mine

Wed, 12 Dec 2007 22:26:43 GMT

I have decided to do something a little new to keep my chops up.

If in the course of your news related travels, between now and tomorrow at this same time, find an article of someone doing something horrific or inhuman, post a link here and I will respond with a revenge plot suitable for the perpetrator. Though Bush is an easy target, please look to those stories that may not be getting the kind of bad press they so richly deserve.

Keep in mind that I do not condone the use of germ warfare or burning pets...but I understand it.

Boar's Head

Tue, 04 Dec 2007 01:22:16 GMT

So it looks like I will be at Boar's Head after all. I wasn't planning on going but it looks like a lot of folks aren't going to be able to go and it is the sleeve tourney, so...if you are going I'll see you there.

Internet makes dorking even faster!

Tue, 06 Nov 2007 22:49:17 GMT

Alright, so I think by this point you all know that I am a dork. If I had to classify my dorkiness I would say I fall right between the stealth dork and battle dork though opinions would vary.

So, I am a dork and still play RPGs well after it should be time for me to grow up and pick up fly fishing or bowling.  But, by god I am supported by my dorky brethren the world over!  At this time almost any rpg book that is out there that was made before 1995 can be downloaded in the prices ranging from free to $5. My dorkiness is legion!

But this adds a bit of a quandry.

If, as I earlier stated, I am a dork and have established my dorkiness, is it right to assume that I am also a behind the times dork as all of rpg crap I really like is over 10 years old?

I am in frickin limbo here.

I do have my lines though and I think that if I am a dork I am in stealth mode and not quite a battle dork.  This will illustrate my point.

1) I have not bought an action figure, no matter how cheap, since I was 12.

2) I do not refer to my D&D character as myself or their motivations outside of a gaming group .

3) I have not memorized any lines from anime or Manga.

4) I have not only seen a woman naked but she didn't scream when she knew I was watching.

5) I know when a person is not interested in how much Star Trek trivia I know.

6) I can blend into a world that is not full of geeks, though I keep a Klingon communicator in my pants to help me stay mellow.

7) I am not in a group that dresses up like aliens.  Though I am in a group that dresses up, at least we are all human and it can be chalked up to research.

8) I do not talk about wormholes as if I own one.

9) I have never laughed, peed and snorted at the same time - former drug use excluded.

10) I am not openly mocked by those passing by, at least not within ear shot and that is really all that counts.

11) I do not have a super hero poster anywhere in my home, though I do own a darth tator and a pirate calender.

12) My mother does not worry that I will not move out of her house or will soon be moving back in.

13) I can watch a bad interpretation of a comic or game and not get soggily happy just because it was made at all.

14) I know how to use every weapon that I have in my home including a mag-light and my office chair.

15) I do not have a room dedicated to terrain

16) My salivary glands do not unconciously fire when my SF&F magazine comes in the mail.

17) I believe that bathing regularly is necessary and that someone will say something to me if I wreak.

18) I can dance and when I dance it is by choice not due to a condition.

19) I have never owned, wore or coveted a pair of Spock ears - well not since I was 13

20) Han Solo shooting first does not keep me up at night, though I did need to take an antacid the first time I saw it.

Poll

Mon, 05 Nov 2007 04:29:38 GMT

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thinkin' what I should'na be thinkin' again

Wed, 24 Oct 2007 21:14:02 GMT

So I was sitting in my abnormal psych class today, watching a film on multiple personality disorder. This is way interesting shit, but what I got out of it was drastically different from what I probably should have been getting out of it.

1) This guy had a dog that he trained to stay out of the living room. The dog could sense when the guy would drop into his little boy alter. the dog would come in and hang out with him until he reverted. The guy didn't say anything or do anything to give the dog a cue. Dogs is P-sychic!

2) This same guy is a police officer, highly decorated and everyone on the force knows that the man has MPD, right? So they are cool with it. there is a reason for that. The guy effectively downloads personalities that he compartmentalized to be specialists in whatever police task he needs to perform. There is totally a Sci-Fi book screaming to be written here.

3) This lady has MPD and takes on several personalities, none of which wears glasses. When she is doing anything in one of her other alters she does not wear glasses. Not only that, but her vision becomes fuzzy if she is still wearing them in the other persona.

4) The early 90's were bad. I mean real bad, like Tone Loce sort of bad. Like bad hair and clothes and music scraped from dubious Canadian Mall floors kind of bad.

Hmmm got write up some notes before I forget them.

Thu, 20 Sep 2007 17:46:27 GMT

This absolutely the last bit about me and my stuff. I know that everyone thinks that all I do is smoke, tell jokes and look thuggish so this should be a relatively painless process.

1. Do you have a tattoo?
2. How old are you?
3. Are you single or taken?
4. Eat with your hands or utensils?
5. Do you dream at night?
6. Ever seen a corpse?
7. George Strait or Jay Z?
8. How did we meet?
9. What's your philosophy on life and death?
10. If you could do anything with me, and have no one know, what would it be?
11. Do you trust the police?
12. Do you like Country music?
13. What is your fondest memory of me?
14. If you could change anything about yourself what would it be?
15. Would you cheat?
16. What do you wear to sleep?
17. Have you ever peed in a pool?
18. Would you hide evidence for me if I asked you to?
19. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?
20. Which do you prefer - short or long hair?
21. Do you sing in the shower?
22. What's your favorite color?
23. If you could bring back anyone that has passed, who would it be?
24. Tell me one interesting/odd fact about you?
25. What was your first impression of me?
26. Have you ever done drugs?
27. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?

7 quirky things

Thu, 20 Sep 2007 13:51:55 GMT

Alright so I feel like I am in a rolling sea of telling people about myself and taking quizes. These are two of my most awkward subjects. I don't know what people were expecting as far as me having some really messed up quirks but I really am not all that strange. So this is what I am going to do, cause I can and there is no chain letter juju in email. I will answer these questions but I will not tag others as I don't know 7 more people.

7) I have more books and magazines in my bathroom than Caledonia has in their Public Library.

6) I have fallen through a roof, jumped through a window and fought a man until we quit from exhaustion. I have been stabbed, shot at, run off the road, blown out my knee and had three teeth extracted to pull a tumor out of my sinus cavity. None of these pains compare to the horrific feeling of touching a 100% polyester pants suit. (this is not a joke) and my father's side of the family drapes themselves in this stuff.

5) When Schindler breaks down at the end of Schindler's List, I cry like an Italian grandmother, everytime, no exceptions.

4) For the last year I have had Dancing with Myself looping in my head. It has finally died but it was a terrible experience.

3) Every actress I have ever had a crush on made movies in the 50's or earlier. One word: Poise

2) I collect messed up commercial ideas in a mental Roladex. I can not let a bad commercial concept go away. They live in my head like Christmas Story ghosts.

1) I always get revenge. Every time. No matter what little jab or trick is played on me I am compelled beyond anything that is natural or supernatural. It may take years or minutes, but I always get it and it has to be worse than I got. But it is just a quirk. Nothing I can't handle.

Childhood nerd time

Thu, 13 Sep 2007 22:01:50 GMT

So, I am not feeling well today. I am not sure I know what I have but it is making me feel ooky.

Anyway, when I get to feeling like this, I start remembering things from childhood that I would do when I was not feeling well. This thought process somehow got me in to childhood memories of Saturday morning cartoons. I am going to list some of the ones I really loved just to keep me going for my last couple of minutes at work.

1) The Tarzan/Lone Ranger/Zorro Hour. This was by far THE best cartoon that ever graced the tube!

2) Laugh Olympics; All the old Hanna Barbara cartoons duking it out. i always liked the Really Rottens, but I had a screw loose that has never been ightened.

3) Looney toons, specifically watching Road Runner with my grandpa. He had a great laugh

4) Flash Gordon. Can't remember when this one came out, but it was some tiome in the early 80's. it was very cool

5) Thundarr the Fuckin Barbarian. I don't think Thundarr should have ever had a name that did not have the word fuck in it, it was that cool.

6) the Herculoids. Not quite as cool as Thundarr but what was.

7) There was another Hanna Barbara cartoon that came out with the Herculoids/Thundarr thing. It was spacey, they had scooters, there were a couple green and blue water-headed midgets. Any ideas?

8) Speed Buggy. Not great still remembered

9) Super Friends! Super Twins cool enough, after that they had a couple scraggly kids and a dog that couldn't do anything. Super friends had made the leap then into the jaws of Super Suck.

10) Blue Falcon and The Dog Wonder. I was too young to understand it was funny I think :)

11) Star Trek Animated. OMFG I got this last Christmas cuz my wife kicks ass! Nerded really hard on it...almost time to do so again.

12) The SHMOO! It was gelatinus and didn't talk but lasted 4 seasons!

13) Spiderman and friends. Couldn't go wrong with this one. Too cheesey to let go! Joined with the Hulk and got even better.

That is all I remember now. I am going home. Feel free to add.

Thoughts and such

Wed, 12 Sep 2007 21:38:59 GMT

So this is my second week back in school and boy are my nerves tired. :)

Actually things are going well, I just have to get used to longer days and more freshly pubescent Mattel creatures bouncing aimlessly around my ankles as I attempt to dodge brain cancer from all of the open cell phones. Much like their phones, the college creatures mouth's are always open, however, they do not so much form words as making noises that sound like a cross between muling kittens and cackling cabbies.

Now, I should not give the impression that all of the students are like this, merely the ones that I see and take my classes with.

"Jack, yer old!"

Yes...Yes I am, I rebut.

However I am looking into my future and attempting to make a silk purse out of my sows career. I have looked at many avenues and my feet continually point me towards something having to do with law and crime. From criminal profiler to lawyer I bounce from one day to the next working the television in my head and think of all the great things I could do in one of these careers.  Which begs the question; "Has Jack really thought all of this through?"

No...no I haven't. However that is what I am attempting to do now.   I am kind of using my psych major/ CJ minor to get me started, honing my edge until finally, when I am sprung from these brick walls I will at least have a clue as to what it is that I would like to do.  A clue, meaning an idea or sound plan.

Well I don't have any of these yet and am not quite sure why I am writing here other than the fact that I have 20 minutes left in my lab job and I am utterly AIE-LONE. Which normally is cool but I have too much crap in my head to go unchecked for this amount of time.

Pennsic Stuff

Mon, 13 Aug 2007 21:53:32 GMT

So rather than trying to a day by day I think I will do what Rusty did (blatantly stolen ideas are the writers workshop) and post some memories.

- Seeing Mateo, Cameron and Rigo walking into camp that first day, finally realizing that I would be getting to hang with the boys.

- Having a mission go off without hitch.

-Getting into the 5 man melee semi finals with Cameron, Leona, Alwhin and Edward. (Team name: A Mic, A Mac, 2 Limeys and a Kraut)

- Getting my bad ass doctor's coat that Eithni made for me.

- Drinking lots of scotch with Her Majesty and the boys.

- Teaching Alwhin how to resist torture by feeding him bad booze and good booze.

- Riato's powerful socks.

- Rusty and his Ninja Please! (still laughing)

-I swear I rubbed it on my leg not my butt!

- Hanging with the Wednesday Company folks and Moira, who were gracious listening to my stories and nice enough to get me out of the bog when I was too drunk to do it myself.

- Watching the pie-eyed looks of new fencers from other kingdoms when they were introduced to me.

- Mateo and I getting to hang for a bit at a ship and no politics.

- The fire eater that had much shorter hair than he came to Pennsic with.

- Shopping with Sarah

- Giving Alwhin permission to attack me at anytime to keep up my chops, ala Pink Panther.

- Eithni's...well just Eithni's ability to do everything and still have time for chocolate milk. She was a rock star!

- Little squirrels that look like little Dons

-Pretty much all of the time Cameron and I got to hang out.

- Watching Tristan get his white scarf while trying to strip my robe off to cover him up as he was being called into court.

- That crazy ass encampment that looked like a Spanish courtyard.

- The Northshield Pavillion bringing some folks together that may not have normally hung, so in one aspect the rain was good.

- A tent full of people working on their Kermit the Frog and Tristan impressions.

- Linen is bliss and I will be draping myself in it from now on.

This is not all inclusive but the ones that come to mind most readily. Regardless of all the rain and foot pain I did have a blast and would be inclined to do it again, if nothing else, just to hang with the boys again.

Writing and Such

Wed, 25 Jul 2007 08:32:51 GMT

So I was going through my Authorsden account and remembered that there had been some people that wanted to read some of the things that I had written. As I have not written much lately, I put a link down at the bottom in case any of you are interested in some of my old drek.

I went back in and updated some of it if you are still out there. Be warned that it may not be what you are used to from me...or it may be, depending on who is reading.

www.authorsden.com/jethill

Live Journal invites uncomfortable closeness

Thu, 12 Jul 2007 21:13:43 GMT

So I check my email today and see about 20 people have added me to their friends list since making my account last night. Either:

A) My wife narc'd me out or

B) (very scary) there is a little internet troll that watches all I do and feeds my information to Val that it may gain sustenance and continue along on its path of destruction.

I believe you have all fed Val...and here we had him on a diet. Val is a gobbler and we have to regulate his food intake or he will start wolfing down forests like he used to do. Val also has a touch of incontinence and a bowel that is irritated. Now, with the combination of fiber from forests and little to no control over 3 of his 5 basic fluids, Val can be quite messy as well as expensive to maintain.

Therefore, we must kill the little troll...his name is Hector and he lives in my shoes. Hector leaves things in my shoes to make them smell bad. Hector also eats the last of the cookies and cake. Hector must be beaten or subdued. If the former he will need to be put in a zoo in a damp dark compartment or he will burst into flames, taking out portions of the tasty freeze booth that so kindly sold you that hat.

I am not responsible for what goes on this live journal as I do not type and leave it up to my bark dwarf, Freddy. Freddy has an inner eye infection and constantly scratches his orbs. Freddy is also not very clean, using the keyboard after scratching or rubbing his eyes, which continues to irritate his disease. This is a very damaging cycle and one that makes for typos and bad spelling. Freddy should not be mocked, he needs antibiotics.

So in retrospect, I feel that it could not be the feeders of Val, but it is indeed my treacherous wife who feels that I need to be more sociable and share. But I am warning you now, I am much sicker when I don't have to look people in the eye.