Surfing like it’s 1999

I’ve been a DSL Extreme customer for years starting back in the modem days. When they made FiOS-based service available in my area, I was quite excited about moving from 3000/768 to 20000/20000 and jumped at the chance.

Unfortunately, Verizon changed their policies and decided to no longer allow independent ISPs access to their circuits. As a result, I was given a choice; move my FiOS service directly to Verizon (become a Verizon customer) or drop FiOS. Fortunately, when the fibre optic cable was run to my house they did so without removing my copper-pair phone line (they usually do) so I am able to go back to DSL. That is the direction I chose to take due to my desire to continue to host my server (the one you’re reading this on) which would be a violation of their terms of service. An order was placed for 7100/768 DSL last week and I confirmed that both circuits would be up for me to transition.

Then this past Tuesday, a Verizon service worker came by to install a dry-loop circuit for the new DSL service. Since I only have a single pair providing the phone service, we both agreed that disconnecting that to install the new circuit would be bad and canceled the work order so that it could be re-submitted correctly. The problem was, it still somehow got communicated/interpreted by DSL Extreme as a success so they requested the disconnect of FiOS (which they said they weren’t going to do, btw).

Now, I’m 5-7 days out from having DSL, have FiOS that is dark and cannot be re-instated without a request for new service which doesn’t fly (I was moving away from them, remember?). My only viable fall-back was to borrow a MiFi and get minimal functionality working so that essential services are available. That’s why the site is slow as you read this.

Next step, talk to DSL Extreme customer support management to let them know their business practice is busted. Oh, a credit to the account would be appropriate, too.

This time I’m headed West

Tomorrow I’m going on a business trip to Tokyo for the week. It’s kinda exciting since it’s my first time but it is always tough to be away from my family (they don’t like it much either).

Two things come to mind about the trip. First, I’ve been taking Japanese lessons for almost a year. My confidence is rather low on my language abilities, though. I’ll have to force myself to use what I know when I can. If nothing else, I’ll keep my ears open in the hopes that immersion solidifies a lot of the vocabulary that I’m having trouble learning.

The other thing is what happened the last time I travelled internationally. Like with London, I wouldn’t mind an extra week in Japan, but coming back when expected is my preference.

Goodbye, Mocha

Becky gave me a call today at work to let me know that one of our cats, Mocha, was behaving very oddly and had himself ‘stuck’ in a corner, crying, panting, and not terribly responsive to any interactions. Fortunately, I had already addressed the most important things to accomplish at work, so I was able to come home early. By the time I arrived, he was clearly not going to rebound so we said our goodbye’s and waited for the inevitable.

He was our first ‘child’ with us adopting him the Summer of ’94 shortly after we got married. He was a member of the family even before there was a family. Both kids grew up with him and we all have fond memories of his endearing style of aloofness. A few years ago, we joked that due to the relative ages, all four of our pets then might die somewhat close together. With our dog, Casey, dying last year on Brian’s birthday, it’s not so funny.

So now, we’re down to two. The big dog is healing and bounding around more than I would be if I had stitches in my butt just a few days ago. The other cat, Bella, is probably happy that there’s less competition.

Thanks, Mocha, for the memories. I’m glad he was able to enjoy one last Christmas (he always loved the tree).

It’ll be a long two weeks

Our dog Patrick had surgery today to remove a growth. The problem is that it was at the base of his tail on the underside (you know, right next to the functional end of the digestive track?). Since he’s 97 pounds and hates to be constrained, we can’t use a collar on him so we’ll just have to watch him for the next two weeks while he heals and the stitches can be removed.

Tonight, he’s still loopy from the anesthesia so it should be quiet. Tomorrow is when it’ll get interesting.

More doughnuts

A few days ago we made donuts for the first time. Since those turned out so well, we decided to give old fashioned (my favorite, btw) a try.

They need to be the right thickness otherwise they can be a little doughy in the middle but they were another success.

Good thing that starting tomorrow I’m limiting my daily calories to 1500 and going to the gym five days a week.

Many problems led to five steps

The family came to a decision this week and we have removed our son from his elementary school and will be homeschooling him along with his older sister.  I wrote about how we came to the decision to bring our daughter home earlier this year and while this situation had many similarities, many aspects were different and the decision had much deliberation and prayer.

Our daughter was failed by the system which no longer actively supports students that aren’t a liability to their precious standardized test scores. In our son’s situation, honestly, he was let down by the other parents. His grade-level, for some unexplained reason, has had discipline and behavior problems since kindergarten. Attempts to correct problems were generally met with disbelieving and ultimately uncommitted parents and by the time the kids go to 5th grade, behaviors were well-solidified. Like our daughter, the problem went on for years but was tolerated until it reached the point it couldn’t be any further.

Brian’s teacher this year, Mr. ‘P’, was excellent which made this decision quite difficult. As we got reports from our son how his class got in trouble again or lectured to again over the dinner table, I couldn’t help but think Mr. P was not being a strong enough disciplinarian (my manager hat must have still been on). Last week, I had the opportunity to volunteer at Brian’s school* and spend some time in his class. Not only did I see first-hand how good Mr. P was but also how frustrating the behavior problem was. The majority of the class was ‘just’ bad enough to be a problem but without clear troublemakers to single out and reprimand though he did several times in the single hour I was there. He simply doesn’t have the bandwidth to discipline a class and try to teach them at the same time.

Brian is also the more social of our kids and the thought of ‘loosing’ his friends was difficult for him but his countenance was clear every day he came home from school. There was a problem that had to be addressed. We decided to do a dry run and kept him home on Tuesday for him to get a taste of what it’s like to be taught by your mother. Of course, she didn’t have all the texts or a full lesson plan but was able to give him a good idea. He liked it but still agonized.

The debate that had gone on for weeks hit high gear. It wasn’t easy, but, thankfully, the Lord did guide us. The decision was made, the dis-enrollment form filled out, and personal belongings collected. Interestingly, there was no resistance and instead complete understanding. There were also many ‘off the record’ comments made about ‘all the good ones are leaving.’ That part really pains me in all of this. The school system is really breaking down both within (testing obsessed admins) and without (nobody ‘parenting’ anymore) and I don’t see that turning around. We’d fight, and we did, but we ultimately need to do right by our kids and not let them loose even if there may be a greater good. That’s why Brian’s new school desk is now five steps from the kitchen.

* If you’re a father of a kid in school, please do yourself a favor and ask if they have a WatchD.O.G.S. program. It’s an awesome way to support your kid and their school.

UPDATED: Fixed a few typos. Maybe I shouldn’t blog at 6 AM.

Measure Twice, Cut Once

This past weekend was an opportunity to get to quite a few things that I’ve been neglecting for a bit. One of them was replacing the trim on the door in the downstairs bathroom.

(flashback, for context)

Our dog, Patrick (who we lovingly refer to as “Big, dumb, dork-dog”) likes to chase the cats. Years ago, while we were out, he tried chasing one into the bathroom and ended up closing himself in. Not liking enclosed spaces, he tried to get himself out. Without thumbs, of course, his only option was to scratch his way out. We got home not long after and let him out but only after he chewed up the door frame a considerable amount.

I’ve never done such a repair before so wasn’t in a hurry to try, but try I did. After going at it with a hammer and seeing how it was attached, I went to the hardware store and got the necessary supplies. Having been my first time, I wasn’t paying attention that I had the trim backwards so marked (and subsequently cut) the wrong end.

After coming back from the hardware store a second time, I was far more careful to mark the correct end before doing the 45° cut.

Last week, there was an email exchange that required a last-minute scramble that didn’t have to be last-minute. When one of my guys expressed his frustration to the user, the user’s manager wrote back in a considerably harsh and unnecessary tone. It was learned later, after calming down, that he did not feel quite as he wrote. If he had just taken a moment and considered his words and thoughts, I believe it would have been much more reasonable or may not have been set at all.

In both cases, I was reminded of the old adage “measure twice, cut once.” Please do yourself a favor and heed that in both such situations in the future. Thank you.

Old time Television ads

I forget how it came up, but I was talking to Becky and she remembered the Tootsie Pop commercial. I quickly thought that it may, in fact, be the oldest running commercial on television. Some Googling indicated that that particular honor goes to Discount Tire which has been running since 1975. Since that particular one is only 15 seconds, I may still be right for 30 second commercials.

Here they both are for your entertainment and edification:

Tootsie Pop Commerical

Discount Tire ‘Little Old Lady’

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