Release the eelhead!

So so so, we meet again, memorial day weekend and I might be the only one in America not BBQ'ing. I see peoples posts on failboook about their parties and their BBQ's and all that jazz but I ain't having it lol. I stayed home this fine Saturday messing with computer bits and trying to reinvent the wheel. I have several computer projects going on at this time and not enough ambition to do them. Today though I somehow managed to work up a bit and tackle the Apple G4 Cube mod. I got to thinking about replacing the backplate with a custom solution so it didn't look like a hillbillies front teeth. Here is some back story on this. Just over a year ago I was looking into buying a new Mac. Well we all know how much they cost and how much they have their products on lockdown. Now don't get me wrong I love me some bulletproof OS and Apple produces but I hate me a bad ass computer I cannot update the hardware in a couple years time. You basically have to buy a whole new co...

So, throughout my life, I find things hard to remember and forgetful. I sometimes forget to do household chores, start a task at work that was asked of me, and, of course, the worst one yet, forget people’s names. I get introduced to somebody, and I forget a minute of the introduction.  Who knows why I am like this, but at times, it can be frustrating as shit, to say the least. I don't do it on purpose I am not day dreaming about other shit, I am actually paying attention at the time. It is just an everyday thing that, for some reason, has always been there.  As a kid, when this happened, I would get some ass beatings because something wasn't done or was left or some stupid crap like that. You would think that maybe it was an indicator of something wrong or not.  But hey, that is nothing for nothing but in the past, and I wonder, of course, a bit.  I can tell you something that I always remember, Music. New, old, older, newest, doesn't ma...

So, alas, I decided to step into this silly blogging world and try to use this as my jumping point to get my writing skills going again. I used to write a lot of stuff and always had a way overactive imagination, but it has died down in the last several years. So now I worry that I have lost all that I had imagined before, all the made-up action dreams that put me to sleep and hero characters out to save worlds beyond. Those thoughts always made my days go by, put smiles on my face, warmed my heart, and made my friends laugh. A time that I thought I would be forever lost in the green hills of upstate New York, but now I am in the brown desert of Arizona. I don't smile as much anymore, there are no friends around to laugh with like before, and my heart only aches from homesickness. With this, I want to reactivate my ideas, hopes, smiles, and dreams. Let my heart feel those dreams and become warm with thoughts of good times and great stories. Though now I only have a fraction of the...