Billy Joel in NYC

A few days ago, I had the great pleasure of seeing (for the first time) Billy Joel perfom live. He played at Madison Square Garden in NYC, close to his home town. It was, by far, one of the most amazing musical experiences of my life. He played for about 3 hours, playing most songs I knew (and I’m not even a hardcore fan). His performance was so well refined, so crisp, and so awesome that words can almost not describe it.

He played to a sold-out crowd, and just added a 12th show in NYC at the end of February.

There is one thing that I’d like to mention — this was the first concert I’ve been to in a long time where the crowd was mostly older than myself. At one point during the concert, a younger fan – around my age – stood up and started to grove to the music a little. Shortly after he did that, a woman fan – about 50 years old – asked him to sit down. And he did. I looked at that, as I sort of saw the whole thing happen. I was reading facial expressions; the kid couldn’t believe he was asked to sit down, and the woman looked like she couldn’t believe that he couldn’t believe that he was asked to sit down. None the less, he reluctantly sat down and about 15 minutes later, he stood right the hell up again. That was pretty awesome too. 🙂

Oh, and the audience practically sung “Piano Man” for Billy. That was kinda cool, too.

Challenger: 20 Years Later

The Challenger Crew

It was twenty years ago that the NASA Space Shuttle Challenger exploded shortly after liftoff. I was 10, and I was in 5th grade. I don’t even really remember if I was watching the launch with my fellow classmates or not. I don’t know if that’s because it was 20 years ago, or if something has blocked my memory of it.

I definately remember watching the TV later that night when I got home, looking at the replays of it on the evening news. It was an exceptionally sad day for me–even at 10 and younger, I watched the Shuttle launch every time. Each time it went up, it was spectacular. Even as a child, I understood that it was an amazing achievement of man and machine, yet without a knowledge of “the real world” much less engineering, I didn’t understand the risks and thus it made the whole experience a bit more confusing for a 10 year old interested in baseball and bikes.

It’s interesting to look back, see the improvements and adjustments made, and notice that a few years after Challenger, we were back flying the shuttles again. Arguably, any space travel has risks, and no matter what improvements are made, mistakes will be found, catastrophic events will continue, and the element of risk will not be eliminated.

It’s been 20 years since Challenger explode, and almost 3 years since Columbia disintegrated over the Western U.S. upon re-entry. Life is not without risk, and space travel is no exception to the rule. The best that can be done is to honor those that risked their lives in the interest of science, and to establish a culture of safety and caucious optimism to limit the chance of major malfunctions on future missions.

I was born in 1975, and soon after that, the Space Shuttle Enterprise made it’s maiden test-flight for aerodynamics, followed by the first flight by the first fully operational shuttle, Columbia in 1981. The remaining shuttles (Discovery, Atlantis & Endeavour) are due to be decomissioned after 2010, until then used soley to fix, maintain, and expand the ISS. In 2010, I’ll be 35. I will have lived through an entire generation of major space successes, and two catostrophic failures. I feel honored to have lived through its birth, its growth, and its presumed passing, when a new space vehicle will begin its life to continue Man’s reach for the stars.

For those that want to continue reading, both MSNBC and CNN have produced interesting and informative pieces celebrating and commemorating the Challenger and its crew. They write about the more human aspects of the disaster, not so much the events themselves. They also talk about myths that people might still believe as root causes of the accident. Below are the links.

CNN.com – Remembering Challenger
MSNBC.com – Twenty Years After Challenger

We will never forget them, nor the last time we saw them, this morning, as they prepared for their journey and waved good-bye and ‘slipped the surly bonds of Earth’ to ‘touch the face of God. – Former President Ronald Reagan.

The Doomsday Clock & A Good Idea

If you haven’t heard of the Doomsday Clock, click here for an explanation of it, or check the Wikipedia entry.

This symbolic clock was designed in 1947 to represent just how close the world was to nuclear war. If you see the clock at midnight, that means you probably have about 3 hours to live, as nuclear war would be in the process of being waged. It has fluctuated over the years, and it is currently at 7-mins to midnight. It’s furthest distance from midnight was 17 minutes from midnight in 1991, when the U.S. and the former Soviet Union sign the Strategic Arms Reduction Treaty. Since then, geopolitical events have pushed the clock back to midnight. It has remained unchanged since 2002.

Anyway, a bunch of people had a good idea. According to this BBC news article, a bunch of people are getting together to make a “Doomsday Seed Bank”, which will contain seeds from all known variants of crops. This will then be stored in a remote, secure location. So, in the somewhat unlikely event of thermonuclear war with 90% of the countries destroyed, or in the liklier event of an ice age, there will be a “time capsule” of sorts burried so if dug up, people can grow crops again.

That, is what I call planning ahead.

IT Department Trickery

Every day when I come into work, I sit down at my desk, logon to my computer, and bring up my essential programs: internal web applications, Legacy, Outlook, etc. I also check the news and weather right away too. After a quick glance at CNN, MSNBC, & BroadbandReports, I get to work.

About once an our (in between all my work), I pop back on CNN and MSNBC to check the news or read stories I didn’t have time to read before. A day last week, like any day before it, I was checking MSNBC at about 11:45 AM, reading up on how Bush continues to break the law and display utter contempt for the Constitution. At 12:15PM, right before I went to lunch, I went back to MSNBC to finish the story, and instead of getting the page I requested, I instead got this:


Screen Capture #1
Screen Capture #2


Well, look what I get there. 🙂 I get an animated icon of a guy mooning me, and then flipping me off. (I couldn’t reproduce the animated icon here, which is why there are two screen captures.) Immediately, I thought MSNBC was hacked. I called home instantly, had my father check it from home, but his MSNBC page loaded fine. I knew something was amuck, so I had some coworkers try it, but they too were brought to a page of an icon telling them to flip off.

I even asked for help/confirmation at a site I frequent.

As it turns out, this is either something the IT guys at my job setup (intentially or not), or it’s some larger conspiracy that I don’t know about. 🙂 All I wanted was the news, and instead I got a guy giving me the middle finger. 🙂


For the geeks that might read this, a quick drop to a “cmd” prompt shell from XP and then typing “ipconfig /flushdns” then resulted in MSNBC.com displaying properly. Bye bye middle finger guy. 😉

U.S. Police Department Vehicles

2006 Dodge Charger, Police Interceptor Edition

Today, CNN has an article about U.S. police cars, and how they are all domestic maker vehicles. For years, police departments have used the Ford Crown Victoria due to it’s space, power, and drive train. (Big truck, big front seat, large V8, rear wheel drive). In the last few years, police departments have shifted over to the Chevrolet Impala (smaller, V6, front-wheel drive).

For 2006, they tested two new RWD cars; The Dodge Magnum and Dodge Charger. Both can be purchased with rear wheel drive, and both are very quick, with 5.8L V8’s producing 400+ hp. The problem is the trunk isn’t as big as in the Crown Victoria, and the “interior ergonomics” aren’t as good as the Crown Vic.

This all being said, aside from massive cultural resistance and backlash, what is the reasoning for using American cars? Surely it isn’t repair recordm build quality, or predominance of rear-wheel drive vehicles.

Most Japanese sedans are front-wheel drive, so we’ll leave the Japanese out of this.

Most German sedans are rear-wheel drive, or all wheel drive. Arguably, AWD is more expensive to maintain, so let’s reluctantly throw Audi out of the picture. That leaves BMW and MB producing large, spacious, rear wheel drive, powerful sedans.

Let’s do a little side by side comparison here. To keep things consistent, the source of the data will be Edmunds, and all prices will be based from invoice price. (Arguably, a police department buying 50-100 cars might get a decent discount straight from the factory.)

2006 Ford Crown Victoria:
Invoice: $28,282
Build Location: Canada
Weight: 4,129 lbs
Front Legroom (cubic inches): 42.50
Rear Legroom (cubic inches): 39.60
Engine/Drive-train: 4.6L V8 239hp, RWD

2006 BMW 550i:
Invoice: $52,415
Build Location: Germany
Weight: 3,803 lbs
Front Legroom (cubic inches): 41.50
Rear Legroom (cubic inches): 36.00
Engine/Drive-train: 4.8L V8 360hp, RWD

2006 Mercedes-Benz E500:
Invoice: $65,000 (approx)
Build Location: Germany
Weight: unknown
Front Legroom (cubic inches): 41.90
Rear Legroom (cubic inches): 35.60
Engine/Drive-train: 5.0L V8 302hp, RWD

So, why don’t US Police Departments buy a BMW or Mercedes? It looks like it’s due to price and room, for starters. The American car, which would be cheaper to buy and repair, is bigger and substantially cheaper. No Autobahns here in the U.S., but rarely does a criminal need to be tailed at 130+mph.

Bin Ladin is Back, Baby

This asshole is back. I’m so tired of the news sites putting his picture up on the net, or the news puts his image on my TV. I know what the fucking guy looks like, don’t remind me. The next picture of him I want to see is one with a bullet in his head.

I’m not a fan of the Bush Administration, but I’m glad they basically told Osama to go fuck himself in regards to the “truce”. Flip him the bird, and find the son of a bitch already.

And to top that off, just today, Al Zwahiri, Osama’s second in command, released some poetry. What the hell is that about?

A terrorist and poetry. You would think those are mutually exclusive events.

Squaak! Polly Got More Than a Cracker

I read today on the news that a guy in England found out his live-in girlfriend was having an affair with someone because his pet parrott Ziggy kept saying “I love you, Gary”. The owner of Ziggy was named Chris, so obviously right there, something is not right. 🙂

Turns out, Chris’s chick (Suzy) was sleeping was some guy named Gary when Chris wasn’t there. The only eyes to witness anything was Ziggy.

African Greys are a nice breed of parrot. Not the smartest of the bunch, but if you’re going to get a parrott, these are the best ones to get, as they are the perfect mix of mentality, personality, and intelligence. I’m sure Ziggy got quite an eyefull.

One wonders though, if the sitaution could have been worse. “I love you, Gary” was the best thing Ziggy heard? I find that hard to believe. I think he’s holding out on us.

Ah well, as funny as this is, it must suck for Chris. He kicked Suzy out, and he had to get rid of Ziggy because Ziggy wouldn’t stop repeating “I love you, Gary”, or “Hiya Gary”. As much as I love animals, I’m pretty sure I would have tried really hard to get the parrott to say something else. May be “Suzy’s a slut” or something like that.

By kicking Suzy out and giving Ziggy away, who loses? Chris does. He should have kept the parrott. He was a computer programmer for crying out loud – he could have programmed something up on the computer to repeat nasty phrases about Suzy all day so Ziggy would change his vocabulary a bit. Where there is a will, there is a way. Good luck Chris!.

Click here for the CNN story.

Strange Photos

Every now and again, I come across some really weird pictures on the Internet. They may be creepy, funny or otherwise amusing, but they all share one trait–in some way, they are weird. Some are obviously doctored, some are subtle. Here are a few I found recently that I enjoyed.










Jethro Tull

I like these guys. Not exactly sure why, but I think all the brass instruments and some classical roots might have a factor in it. The lead singer (Ian Anderson) is a bit whacky, but he seems really into the music. Until I did a search on these guys recently, I wasn’t sure what songs they created (that I might have heard). Of couse, this was followed by me saying “oh, they sing that? That too?”. You know how that goes. 🙂

Talk about being 45 years late to the party. 🙂 Below are three movie clips, one of which is from 1970, and thus it’s 2006 right now, that puts me like I said, about 45 years late to the party. 🙂

I’m debating whether or not this guy is – or was – on drugs. What do you think?



I’m going to say that he might have been on drugs for the making of this video – may be a just-lower-than-lethal brew of coke, acid and shrooms. However, in concert, I don’t think it’s possible for a human being to be that heavily medicated and be that good at playing all sorts of various instruments.

Here are the three video clips. Note: These are stored locally here, so please do not link to my website and use my bandwith. Instead, (on an x86 machine – thats a machine that runs Windows for all you non-geeks) right-click, “save as” to your own machine. Thanks!

Aqualung
Witches
Thick as a Brick

For more information on Jethro Tull, visit the Official Jethro Tull Website, and the Unofficial Jethro Tull website might be a good visit as well.

Blasting Off

So I farted in this chick’s face today at work. We work closely together, but she was sort of pissing me off a little today. So, by the end of the day, after eating a nice pulled pork sandwhich with coleslaw, I mustered up enough steam to really blow one out at her.

I walked over to her, asked her what she was doing this weekend, and while doing this, I queued the fart up inside me, so it was right at the door, ready to be unleased. I turned around, and then I blasted it. Right in her face. It was loud, and it was wet. It was like the kind of fart where you’re actually a little scared – you’re not totally sure if you really want to check your underwear or not. It felt so good to let this one rip right in her face.

At any rate, it was a good one, and The Farting Preacher would be proud of me. Needless to say, my coworker called me by her patented phrase “You vile nasty buzzard”. Then, I left for the day, my job was done. 🙂