1. Mercury
2. Venus
3. Earth
4. Mars
5. Jupiter
6. Saturn
7. Uranus
8. Neptune
9. Pluto (maybe not a planet?)
10. Xena [warrior princess] (temporary name is 2003 UB313)

Funny that. Lots of scouts at mcdonalds

Lunch

More weapons

Noah does flag ceremony for the entire camp

Checking out

Our check out paperwork is lost

On the road

Eating ice cream and cake

Making ice cream.

Flags up

Hot shower time. Left the jeep windows off last night.

A different child chatters. Water between tent and ground cover.

And the sky opens

Rain stopped so i could check on child. Child misses parents.

Harder rain. A child cries.

Rain

If i was smart i would break camp while its dry and sleep in the jeep. Too tired.

Thunderstorm brewing

Good night.

Good night.

Kids wiped. Sleeping.

My sunburn is really letting itself be known right now

Noah seems content to sit by himself. Bothers me but he seems happy.

The stage

Skit time.

On 1 hour free time before council fire

Found the secret mens room and had two hot showers. Thats better than i do at home!

Noah building a uniform rack. Determined to use his new knife.

Tool time.

Noah hands for friends body

Skit time

Latrine

Bolo

Boys urinal

Cooking tacos for lunch

Noah bored with ham radio

Boys upon settling (resend)

My hotel room

Heavens-above.com tells your when you can look up and see the international space station

Floating finger science

Talking to scouts in california and new jersey

The new boyscouts

The day begins

First bad wetting that i had to deal with. Not noah. Not me.

The judges eat

Hotter

Boys tent

Book ends wood stain leather project

For the judges

Cooking cobbler

I meant to add that it is 90f 36c

Fire starts. Yes of course that is noah.

More weapons

Knife fighting

Floating

Noah takes instruction

Noah working with leather

Snow cone break

Noah and i had our swim tests this morning. Just before the test i ran up hill to the campsite one quarter mile. The test was to swim 75 yards then 25 yards back stroke. Noah did great!

Learning about tulip poplar

Learning forestry

Noah looks wiped

Orientation

Sunk one:

Scout navy

Showered and heading to breakfast. Everyone in our camp survived the night.

First hysterical "i cant sleep!" child issue abated.

Apparently i pitched my tent on a slight slope. This should make for some interesting dreams.

Normally i pack energy bars but we brought no snacks. Dont have to fight raccoons but man am i hungry!

Lesson one: should have brought my life jacket

Noahs dinner: a roll and some cake because he refused the bbq and beans. Guess i should have brought snacks.

We are all doomed to die. When we get married, men drastically reduce their potential for long life. The cause of death is always the same: the wife. Mine is doing a combination job. Her primarily focus is the "heart attack" and the catalyst will be falling down the stairs. The motive: unknown, I think it's simply in their genes.

We have all heard that married men live longer. This is true simply because single people get to play harder, party harder, take harder drugs and live more dangerously; ergo, they bite the bullet much sooner than married men.

A popular approach is to overstress the simple mind of the man.

Woman (from another room): Honey, could you get my keys from the table?
Man: Yes, dear. I don't see them on the table.
Woman: They are right there.
Man: No they aren't.
Woman: Yes they are. I left them there last night.
Man: Well they must have gone for a drive last night because they aren't here now.
Woman (stomping into room, immediately picks keys up from chair): See, they are right here!

It will take that man several hours and several beers to recover from the incident. He will never understand it.

Another classic man killer is the "correct decision" as exemplified:

Man: Honey, what do you want to do for dinner?
Woman: I don't know.
Man: Do you want to me to cook something or go out to a restaurant?
Woman: You decide.
Man: I'm really indifferent tonight. Let's do something that you want.
Woman: Ok. Let's go to Calhoun's or stay home and cook steaks.

Ah! Notice how the man gets stuck with the decision. Should it turn out well then the woman can take credit for making a good choice. Should it turn out poorly then the man can be thoroughly beat down. Now how could such a similar choice as Calhoun's and steak at home go wrong? For one, if the woman has already made the decision but is simply testing his telepathic ability to read her thoughts then the man is dead meat because we all know that stress scrambles telepathic reception and this poor guy is already on his way to a coronary and that is before we add in the night's cholesterol. Now another way it could go wrong is that if the man chooses to cook at home but makes the horrid mistake of leaving dirty dishes in the kitchen. Of course a third method of diaster awaits at the restaurant in any combination of potential conversation flubs, staring at waitresses, over-reacting to the bill, under tipping and so forth.

The arsenal of psychological man killers that women hold is boundless and grows with each paired trip to the bathroom. The bathroom is the secret communications hub of women by which all psychological warfare originates. Secrets can be whispered there. They are always in pairs to watch each others backs. The mirrors over the sinks convert into large video conferencing screens by which new successful tactics can be transmitted to thousands of bathrooms around the world simultaneously! Men, we cannot fight this. They are too numerous, too organized and far too experienced. Accept your fate. Nuture what you have left.

Women by nature need to seek companionship. Once companionship is achieved they lose focus for that energy. They begin to miss the chase. They become resentful toward the person who took away their ability to "seek companionship" simply by becoming their companion. Due to utter contempt toward this person, the woman begins to subtly create this person's exodus. And this is why men die so much sooner than women.

The Great Knoxville Rubber Duck Race will be a one mile race with approximately 40,000 to 50,000 Rubber Ducks competing for over $40,000 in prizes to benefit the Boys and Girls Clubs of the Tennessee Valley, which serves over 7,800 children in Knox Co., Scott Co., Blount Co., and Loudon Co.

When the Apple //c came out it had a cool switch that would alter the keyboard from QWERTY (your standard keyboard...look at the 6 upper-leftmost keys) to a Dvorak layout. The only problem was there was not a reference to what key's function was at that point. Had they given you an overlay, or printed letters on the keys in a different color, or used lights to show different letters on the screen (my thought at the time) I think the Dvorak keyboard would have had a much better chance of becoming mainstream. (Is this Dvorak related to August?) (Interesting read)

Spy Journal Tech Tips now brings us reference to Geektronica's post about the optimus keyboard. It's not shaped like a natural keyboard but I still want one even more than I want das keyboard or the DX1 Input System.

Another Grasshopper 

Friendly Visit

I have some much overdue thanks to give. Three weeks ago, a good friend and reader of this blog came over for an extremely pleasant visit. She brought with her some amazing food which was both timely and better than anything I prepare. The wife and I were very grateful!

She also brought with her some fantastic gifts for which I need to get some pictures uploaded. She really put some time into preparing for her visit and I cannot thank her enough!

This friend has known me longer than nearly anyone else that I can bring to mind. We used to go to the theatre together in college quite frequently. Good memories there! Of course, she has all the ammunition that would keep me out of politics.

Littlest Grasshopper 

Meaningful Gift

My brother and his wife are the best shoppers in the world. Often I have thought that if not for them my children would run around naked. We recently receive a care package with an item of hidden meaning. You can see it pictured on Amy above and Evan to the right. Amy will seek it out and announce, "I'm wearing Eban's(sic) hat!"

They always get such great clothing for the kids. Many thanks! Keep on shopping :)

We found the hat quite amusing. Evan is getting much "hidden meaning" clothing. He also owns a bib that reads, "Little Peanut."

one of the sponsors, said, "The beauty of daylight savings time is that it just makes everyone feel sunnier."

Under the measure, clocks would be turned forward an hour on the second Sunday of March and turned back the first Sunday of November. Currently, daylight saving time runs from the first Sunday in April to the last Sunday in October. The extension would become effective one year after the enactment of the energy bill.

"cup of hot coffee" -- a euphemism for sex

I was having a conversation with my brother-in-law when it suddenly dawned on me that I'm growing stupid. See, I used to have a fairly decent grasp of the English language with good spelling skills and proper grammar. In our conversation I accidentally used the word "immigrating" when I meant "emigrating." After enduring the mandatory southern education joke I had the following epiphany:

I blame the kids.

See. I used to spel gooder had decent grammer and what not. But I never realized that when they say "knowledge is gained" that they really meant it. See I thought "knowledge is gained" meant if you study hard you will "learn" but apparently there is a conservation of knowledge in the universe. So as one person gains knowledge, others must give it up. Kids gain knowledge at such a rapid rate that parents come across as babbling idiots. Society blames it on them "being tired" when in reality they have truly become "babbling idiots" which also explains why teenagers feel that they know more than their parents; in all likelihood, they do.

With the number of kids we have at the age ranges and the gross knowledge transfer, Cathy and I are lucky that we are smart enough to get out of bed in the morning.

I woke this morning at 5:30. I was calm and well rested. Then my mind kicked in and realized that I had not intended to sleep. Then it worked up. Instead of rationally getting up and starting my day the panic grew. I had to lie in bed and work through it but it worsened so I hid. My mind retreated to sleep where my panic controlled my dreams. An hour and a half later I woke again with tension still in my chest; my heart feeling like it beats softer; my lungs incapable of taking a full breath.

I have a love/hate of the panic attacks. I have them infrequently now-a-days. I know they are irrational. I know they are counter-productive. I should be able to subdue them. The affect on the mind and body is almost similar to how one would feel after a hard workout or thrill seeking like parachuting or rappelling. I suppose there is an actual adrenaline rush which would explain that feeling.

Time to brew some coffee and try to make up for lost time. Type faster! Faster!

I just witnessed the funniest thing!

Cathy just finished breast feeding Evan and Evan was staring up at Noah just studying his face. Cathy was watching the two and her breast was still uncovered. Amy had been singing and laughing and jumping on the couch beside Cathy and with an ear to ear grin in that chipper sweet voice cheerily squealed "squuuueeeeze!" and simultaneously grabbed the bare breast.

The look on Cathy's face and the grin on Amy's was priceless!

I would have not have expected a response. Mike Quinlan responds to my earlier email pointing out that he bought the domain rather than forcefully shutting the site down; however, he continues to say that had the site been one of his customers he would have done the same thing.

Mr. McCaughan,


Did you have the joy of seeing Mr. Crook's site before you sent this to me? Just in case you didn't here are a couple quotes for you:

Our problem is this: the military is a lifestyle these morons chose. What idiot risks their life for a country? It's what they chose. Forsake our Troops! They must think that if they go to war, they don't need to pay taxes just......just like the rest of us. Let 'em die in combat-- we don't need their ilk!

Number of US soldiers killed in the Iraq War, of their own doing, because they CHOSE to be leeches: 1,574. These scumbags deserved what they got.

Even more entertaining is this photo of a dead US soldier. It's entertaining, because there's something called owning your actions. He chose his path, and now we as a country have to pay his survivors benefits and pay for his burial, not to mention the fact that a chaplain still has to go out and tell the blubbering widow, which is another waste of resources, and that is just disgusting. He chose to join, and because of that, Forsake The Troops strongly feels that he should just be thrown in a ditch somewhere and left to rot. This soldier was not a victim of anything else but his own poor choices. Forsake The Troops spits on him and all other "veterans" who died because of something that they chose to do. No sympathy here.

Mr. Crook, was never a customer of mine (but if he was the outcome would be the same). I purchased the domain name (from him) to remove it.

I have no problem with the pro or anti war crowed as long as they can make there point intelligently which Michael Crook obviously can not.

One final note, I have not spent the last 15 years in the military to listen to the kind of crap he is spewing or to have people like you call me un-American!!

Respectfully,

Mike Quinlan

...I find your censorship with such judgmental arrogance to be equally offensive and un-American.

I do think that Michael Crook is a bloody idiot trying to get himself a little "fame."

I mean, we have warnings about smoking but what about religion and other cult group activities? Why not insist that all places of worship carry health warning: Danger, potentially irrational and intolerant thinking ahead! "Don’t follow leaders, watch the parking meters."

Following the great turmoil and unmasking of South Knox Bubba I have seen many bloggers come out of the anonymous closet. I have a new found awe for a blog I enjoy reading regularly. B.K.DeLong of Brainstream has never hidden his identity but until his post yesterday morning I never associated him as a co-founder of The Leaky Cauldron!

Leaky was founded by Kevin C. Murphy as a method of archiving the great amount of Potter news circulating on the Web.

May he serve as the inspiration for me to accomplish something that doesn't suck eggs quite as badly as TN Lottery Results (overly blatant plug?)

Expect the Wayback Machine to go away. "Internet Archive sued over Wayback Machine"

The nonprofit Internet Archive, now nearly ten years old, is on the defending end of a bizarre copyright lawsuit.

The Wayback Machine is not a copyright infringement; it's a necessary preservation of electronic history!

A web designer makes the shape of the car, decides what kind of tires it will have, 4 doors or 2, and most importantly the color.

A web application programmer builds the engine, connects all the wiring, puts the doors on the hinges, mounts the tires, and fills it up with gas.

A web application developer can work his tail off making the engine of the car move the car and to please the client the developer can add some piping that also lets the engine brew his coffee while he drives. The client might get excited about the feature but may never appreciate the effort that went into running the pipes for the coffee maker without adversely affecting the performance of the car or the appearance. While the developer de-prioritizes such minor things as the final washing and waxing of the car, the client fixates on "why hasn't this car been washed yet?" and of course right after applying the wax the client will say "hmmm. Don't you think this would look better in blue?" or "I think we should only have 2 doors."

DownloadWare
Type: Adware
Threat Level: High
Author: Great Net inc.

Description: DownloadWare downloads and installs software from advertisers. It runs at Windows startup, and, if a network connection is available, it connects to its servers. It can be installed through an ActiveX control.

Advice: High-risk items have a large potential for adverse effect, such as loss of computer control, and should be removed unless knowingly installed.

ClipGenie
Type: Adware
Threat Level: High
Author: New Harmony Enterprises Limited

Description: ClipGenie displays banner advertisements in its user interface and is usually installed with file-sharing programs. ClipGenie.com is a subscription-based entertainment portal that allows you to purchase and view movies on your computer.

Advice: High-risk items have a large potential for adverse effect, such as loss of computer control, and should be removed unless knowingly installed.

1. Remove old adaware
2. Run Spybot Search N Destory
3. Update Avast
4. Run CWShredder (wow! CWShredder moves around a lot. Used to be by intermute but Trendmicro is maintaining it) and HijackThis
5. Reboot after Spybot's removals and Avast's prompting for a reboot.
6. Install new adaware
7. Launch Trendmicro's Housecall
8. Run Avast
9. Run Spybot
10. Run Adaware
11. After my computer beeped 5000 times (the number of popups blocked by Adwatch) I rebooted.
12. Restarted Avast scan
13. 2nd Ad-aware scan
14. Checked Add/Remove programs for offending software
15. Removed View Point
16. Used Regedit to manually inspect registry..looks good
17. Totally afraid to open Internet Explorer or Outlook..thank goodness for Firefox!
18. Recovered Homepage (no longer about:blank) but IE won't remember cookies implying that something still has me. Performance on machine down.
19. Downloaded and installed MS Antispy(been needing to evaluate it anyway)
20. Oh, the new version of adwatch blocks tracking cookies ergo my website info wasn't saving. Think I'm in the clear now.

This hateful site has been removed courtesy of:

USAF Forums at www.3C0X1.net
&
www.3GuysHosting.com

Click HERE to see the former owner (Michael Crook) owned by Sean Hannity.

"This hateful site has been removed courtesy of:"

I disagree with Michael Crook. But I find your censorship with such judgmental arrogance to be equally offensive and un-American.

I believe it would do you well to think long and hard about what type of society you are building for future Americans because right now with acts such as yours we are not practicing democracy and freedom.

Before you preach to me about your "freedom to run your business the way you like" let me remind you that you chose the words "This hateful site has been removed courtesy of:" not "Due to a violation of our decency policy..." or "Due to bandwidth restrictions..."

People in positions of power, such as yourselves, have the obligation to yield that power with responsibility.

• Sarah to camp (4-5 hours)
• Clean house
• Finish work (roughly 10 hours) for client 1 and call client 1 today
• 8 hours work for Client 2
• Clean office, clean clean clean
• Spend 8 hours on MS Money, Quickbooks and TurboTax
• Do a home repair
• Spend quality time with family

We took the kids out to the park yesterday to meet up with the grandparents, aunt, uncle, and two cousins. Everyone had a blast. Molly came along and in 5 kicks ate a soccer ball that I purchased on the way. I let her off leash for the soccer and she was perfectly well behaved. The law is that the dog has to "be under owners control" not "on a leash"; I had that discussion with some other dog owners walking their dog without a leash who said some people get rather indignant about it. We had only 3 incidents.

1. While I was eating I had the lease under foot and Molly bolted to see another puppy. We had already met and the owners didn't seem concerned.
2. Once my nephew threw the soccer ball while I was not paying attention and I lost the leash
3. And a barker came through the park. Molly growled and barked but chilled after we let the two see each other. I had good control over Molly but gave them much opportunity to figure one another out.

Noah climbed the outside of the tall enclosed slide. He's a broken arm waiting to happen but makes me grin because he is such a boy and doing so many of the same things I did at his age.

Tommy chose to stay home. I think he likes it because he can eat, play electronics and do basically anything he wants without fear of someone getting on his case.

Sarah enjoys this old banana board (skinny skate board) that I had stashed in the garage so she was puttering all over the park while the 3 year old sister and cousin chased her.

The younger two were coddled.

A great time was had by all.

Tanzim Qa’idat al-Jihad Fi Bilad al-Rafidayn is the current name of the terrorist group led by Abu Musab Zarqawi.

I forgot to mention that at the time I was on stage with no mic and basically having to choose between speaking to the crowd or performing, which ruins the comedic timing when much of what I do relies on the ability to speak to the crowd, that I was in front of 500 or more people. I really had no way of judging. It could have been 1500 for all I know but I know a crowd of 100 and this crowd was at least 5 times that.

Had my 15 minutes of fame today from the show. Ran into Fuddruckers for a drink for my parched wife and the casher declared, "aren't you that juggler?" to which I responded, "yes, were you part of the crowd that could hear me?" Front row.

I'm glad people enjoyed the show.

Here's an example of one of my routines. I have these huge, 9 inch bean bags not quite the size of bowling balls. I get two kids on the stage and I ask one "is this juggling ball heavy?" and toss the volunteer one. They respond yes. I then ask, "if I give you another would they be twice as heavy?" to which the response is either yes or no. No is always fun. The third, 3 times as heavy? The other volunteer I give a noise making toy I call my "portable drumroll." I then talk about juggling heavy things and explain "I am going to juggle for you tonight ping pong balls while volunteer 1 juggles these heavy balls" Of course, the volunteer typically protests. I then explain that balance is important in juggling and that I will juggle the ping pong balls and catch one upon my noise (despite the wind and other environmental comments). I juggle the ping pong balls and then toss one high in the air and it lands and stays on the bridge of my nose. I pocket the other two and then reach for a bean bag. Using my peripherial vision I make sure I miss as the volunteer tries to hand the bean bag to me. I usually end up grabbing the top of his head. I then ask volunteer 1 to toss me the third bean bag. As the bean bag leaves his hands I yell "one.. two..." and on "three" it plops to the ground. Sometimes as it leaves his hands I say "on the count of three" It all depends on the volunteer. As I continue to balance the ping pong ball on my nose the volunteer gets the bean bag and then tosses it on the count of three. I juggle briefly, then toss a bean bag up in the air and catch it on the back of my neck. I encourage my volunteers to take bows with me all the while the ping pong ball defies gravity as it hangs from the bridge of my nose. End of routine.

So my strange feelings toward the show were more premonitory than nerves. We get comfortable with our lives. We have routine and exceptations of order and performance. I expect my juggling gear to be in its place and my show to basically be prepackaged. I can pretty much grab my bag at a moments notice and be ready to do a 30-45 minute show.

During sound check I discovered my mic had be crushed. The resulting short meant brief spurts of audio followed by unbearable speaker popping crackling.

I did the best I could but my current show is based more on cornball humor than juggling talent. Hopefully this was the inspiration I needed to develop a purely visual show which would be more physically challenging where my current show is more mentally exhausting. Regardless, I had a good time and the audience seemed to have a good time also I as received many good words after the show.