Sturgeon’s Law

Ninety per­cent of every­thing is crap.


Derived from a quote by sci­ence fic­tion author Theodore Stur­geon, who once said, “Sure, 90% of sci­ence fic­tion is crud. That’s because 90% of every­thing is crud.” Oddly, when Sturgeon’s Law is cited, the final word is almost invari­ably changed to ‘crap’.

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Crater Lake, OR to Crescent City, CA


We we got up this morn­ing there was frost on the car which was not unex­pected at 6000’and 35°. On the drive up we passed sev­eral spots that still had snow on the ground left over from the park’s 44 foot annual accumulation.


While walk­ing around the Mazama Vil­lage where we were stay­ing there were numer­ous tall sticks lin­ing the road­way. These are there so the snow plows know where to clear. At the top (where the red dot is) is a bit of reflec­tive tape to help the dri­vers pick them out.

This our home for tonight, Casa Rubio. It is right on the beach. What made it even bet­ter was there as a restau­rant about a 100 yards away that we could walk to and the food was fantstic. We were so close to the Oregon/California bor­der, about 800 feet, if Ore­gon where to invade Cal­i­for­nia this would be the first line of defense.

Crescent City, CA to Florence, OR


We started the day amongst the coastal north­ern California’s tall trees…


Which quickly turned into south­ern Oregon’s rocky coast…


And ended up at cen­tral Oregon’s sand dune filled coast.

Florence, OR to Tillamook, OR


After break­fast we headed a cou­ple miles south (back­wards) to poke around one of the dune parks. From the park­ing areas it is about 50 foot climb up to the top of the dune and then 50 feet down done to the beach. For a sense of scale, that spot about halfway down from the top at about the left 1/3 of the photo is a per­son climb­ing up the dune.


There are sec­tions of the park set aside just for off-roading. These pur­pose built quads sit at the top of the dune watch­ing sev­eral oth­ers do the hill climb thing.


The Hec­eta Head Light­house is nor­mally open for tours, but is being restored,so we had to set­tle for a pho­to­graph of it from an over­look on the other side of the bay.


This photo was from a stone shel­ter built in the ‘30s at the end of the the St. Per­petua Trail. The trail is 1.3 miles long one way and climbs 830′ from the Visitor’s Cen­ter to the shel­ter on the tallest place on the Ore­gon coast.

The Power Of Cheese

Today was a “rest day” as we stayed in the same hotel for a sec­ond night. We did a lit­tle explor­ing in the area. Tomor­row we have 250 miles to get to SeaTac to catch a plane home and about 13 hours to get there, so hope­fully even with Labor Day traf­fic we’ll get there in time.


First stop was the famous Tillam­ook Cheese Fac­tory. There is a self guided tour with his­tory and such, plus an obser­va­tion deck so you can watch cheese being pack­aged. There was also a line where you could taste the cheese for free, but it was too long, so rather than wait we bought a sam­ple pack­age for three bucks in the gift shop.


Just south of town was a small state park that show­cased a 319′ water­fall. The trail was closed short of allow­ing you to get to the base of Mun­son Creek Falls, not because they didn’t want you there, but because many large trees have fallen block­ing the way.


The one place we paid to get into today was the Tillam­ook Air Museum and it was well worth it. It is housed in the one remain­ing blimp hang­ers built here for coastal defense dur­ing World War Two. The air museum inside has many inter­est­ing air­craft and a ton of WWII memorabilia.


In the late after­noon we headed out to Cape Meares to get din­ner at one of the small towns on the coast there and catch a sun­set over the Pacific. We man­aged one of two. Din­ner was at a small cafe in Ocean­side, but the sun­set was called on account of the fog rolling in. All that white space to the right of the 38′ tall Cape Meares Light­house would be the blue of the sky and water, but for the fog that blan­keted the peninsula.

Tillamook, WA to SeaTac


We stopped at Can­non Beach and unlike our last visit, the weather was foggy and cold. Also unlike our last visit we were armed with a GPSr. We nabbed a cou­ple geo­caches for sou­venirs this time.


Lewis and Clark were stuck here just on the Wash­ing­ton side of the Colum­bia River oppo­site Asto­ria in a howl­ing win­ter storm with no food for almost a week, so they named it a dis­mal nitch. We called it a dis­mal nitch because we had to put our coats on to walk the 1/4 mile to a geo­cache. We obvi­ously have a very dif­fer­ent com­fort level in 2011 than they did in 1805.


Here is a pic­ture of one half of one of the last stand­ing mov­able bridges in Wash­ing­ton State, the Ray­mond steel swing bridge, cross­ing the Willapa River. The other half (of the pic­ture, not the bridge) was lost due to my unfa­mil­iar­ity with the camera’s panorama function.


The view from our seats at Salty’s On Alki restau­rant where we ate our last vaca­tion style (read, expen­sive) meal before turn­ing in the rental car and shut­tling to the airport.

Cruze-N


Our rental car for the past nine days was a Chevy Cruze and it was a pleas­ant sur­prise. The seats were leather cov­ered with built in heaters (nice in the cool north­west, but we only used them once to test them), were very com­fort­able and rea­son­ably sup­port­ive. The steer­ing was weighted nicely, plus the wheel was fat and also leather cov­ered. Response was peppy enough and the auto­matic trans­mis­sion was geared pretty well, sel­dom left hunt­ing for just the right one. The trunk swal­lowed our large suit­case, two carry-ons and a lap­top bag with plenty of room for any impulse sou­venir pur­chases. I noticed only a cou­ple of short com­ings, lim­ited rear legroom with tall front seat occu­pants and the inte­rior could be noisy at speed, but noth­ing more than expected at this size and price point.

In almost all two lane dri­ving, with plenty of ups and downs, twisty road coast roads and slow small town dri­ving the car returned a very nice 32.9 MPG. We drove 1624 miles and spent a total of $191, using 49.3 gal­lons of gas. The cheap­est reg­u­lar gas was $3.719 in Flo­rence, OR and the most expen­sive was $4.049 in Smith River, CA. The aver­age cost per gal­lon for the trip was $3.875.

Thanks Washington State


Way back in March when we started plan­ning our just com­pleted trip, I went to the web­sites of the three states we were vis­it­ing and ordered up travel guides and maps. About a month to go before we hit the sky, we real­ized we never did hear from Wash­ing­ton State. So I went back to the Wash­ing­ton State Tourism web­site and filled out the request again.

Guess what was wait­ing for us in the mail when we got back yesterday?

Started up, went down, still down.
Miata Top Tran­si­tions since 10/24/08: 1064

5,000 Train Cars


We orig­i­nally thought that when we returned from out west, we would use the remain­ing days of the week on vaca­tion to go Geor­gia State Park geo­caching. Then, while we were on vaca­tion, we thought we might just go back to work on Thurs­day & Fri­day, to save the vaca­tion days for use at another time. Well, we ended up going with Plan A.

Spent about 15 min­utes with a cou­ple of train enthu­si­asts chat­ting rail­road­ing while we waited for a train to pass by here at the Folk­ston (GA) Fun­nelFrom WikipediaWith vir­tu­ally all rail traf­fic headed to Florida pass­ing through Folk­ston, the rail lines through the city have acquired the nick­name “The Folk­ston Fun­nel”. As many as 60 trains a day pass through Folk­ston head­ing into and out of Florida, which some years draws ten times as many rail­fans as peo­ple who live in the city. To pro­vide for a safe (and advan­ta­geous) view­ing sit­u­a­tion, the town has fol­lowed the exam­ple of another high-density rail town, Rochelle, Illi­nois, and has built a plat­form for vis­i­tors, along with pic­nic tables, chairs, BBQ pits, restrooms, and grills. And at night, lights shine from the plat­form onto the dou­ble rail so if some­one wanted to, he or she could watch after sun­set. Trains that come from the north move south toward Savan­nah, go through the Folk­ston Fun­nel, and arrive in Jack­sonville. Trains that come from Florida do the same, just the oppo­site direc­tion. At the cov­ered view­ing plat­form, there is an active scan­ner run­ning and vis­i­tors can lis­ten to train engi­neers as they run the trains through. As of 2006, there is also free WiFi for lap­top users.

The Pur­ple Wale passes 5,000 miles some­where near Dublin, GA. We find 8 geo­caches in 6 dif­fer­ent coun­ties, also fill in 3 DeLorme pages and snag 1 State Park.

Crooked River


The sun reflects off the Crooked River as viewed from the Geor­gia State Park of the same name. Six caches, five coun­ties, one DeLorme page and one GA State Park.

Redbird Creek


Red­bird Creek from the Look­out “Tower” in Fort McAl­lis­ter State Park.

Just one GA State Park cache today and we counted it towards Bryan County as well. Since Thurs­day we man­aged 15 caches that counted as 21 towards our Geor­gia Chal­lenges (13 coun­ties, 5 DeLorme pages and 3 State Parks.) After the sec­ond day in a row of coastal Geor­gia we both agreed that we have seen enough salt marshes to last us for awhile. Which prompted Donna to ask why we never tired of the other coast’s big rocks and pound­ing surf? The only answer I could come up with is that it reminds our lizard brain of the sound of our mother’s heart­beat in the womb.

The blue-violet baleen has really needed a bath. Poor thing was just cov­ered in jet exhaust film from ten days in an air­port long term lot and the past three days worth of squashed low coun­try bugs. This after­noon it got just that and an inter­nal clean­ing as well.

Fantasy Land

I don’t know exactly how they score them (I could look it up I guess*), but I hope that the com­bined total of 1 Wide Receiver and 1 Tight End don’t usu­ally add up to 40 points. Right now my team is win­ning it’s “Game” 93 to 55, but my oppo­nent has the two afore­men­tioned posi­tion play­ers from the New Eng­land Patri­ots who play on Mon­day night.

*OK, I looked it up: Every 10 receiv­ing yards = 1 point, 2pt Receiv­ing Con­ver­sion = 2 points & every TD Recep­tion = 6 points.

To keep the sib­lings from quib­bling, after break­fast out and gro­cery shop­ping today, I washed the Miata. The rest of the day was spent inside watch­ing NFL foot­ball. Why? See above.

Started down, went up, still up.
Miata Top Tran­si­tions since 10/24/08: 1065

Crater Lake Panorama

I know, I know, I should have used a tri­pod and I should not be zoomed to my widest angle lens set­ting, but at least I man­aged to get a series of pho­tos, unlike my failed attempt at the swing­ing bridge later on on the trip…

Chain Reaction

We have ceil­ing fans in every room in the house (except the bath­rooms) and they rotate slowly keep­ing the air cir­cu­lat­ing. Yes­ter­day morn­ing I noticed it seemed kind of dim at the break­fast table. The fan in the din­ing room has four glass shades with gas lamp look­ing bulbs hang­ing from the bot­tom and one was burnt out.

Last night I unscrewed the dead bulb and it spun way too easy. The glass came out leav­ing the metal base still screwed into the socket. No big deal, it has hap­pened before, so I went to the tool box and got my nee­dle nose pli­ers. It is usu­ally an easy job to pry away the metal rim a bit, grab the socket and unscrew it. Not this time. That bulb base was snug, almost seemed like it was cross threaded. I spent 15 min­utes grab­bing and twist­ing and instead of back­ing the base out, all I was get­ting was lit­tle bits of the metal in the jaws of the pliers.

I was going to have to remove light fix­ture from the fan to get this thing out. I unscrewed the three screws around the out­side of the light fix­ture and dropped the light down some so I could get to the wire nuts that con­nected the fix­ture to the fan. While hold­ing the light up with one hand I found one wire nut, but the black wire went up into the fan. Dang, the con­nec­tions must be inside the bot­tom part of the fan.

Still hold­ing the light fix­ture up with one hand I unscrewed the two screws hold­ing the top plate of the light to the fan. It didn’t come loose. It must be held on by that threaded tube in the cen­ter. No amount of spin­ning loos­ened it. Tir­ing of hold­ing up the light with one hand I made a com­mand deci­sion, I cut the black wire.

Now that I have the light fix­ture down at my level, I recom­menced to remov­ing the stuck bulb base, unfor­tu­nately no amount of grab­bing and twist­ing the base would free it. I tried to back out another bulb and it did the same thing, glass part came out easy and the metal base stayed in the socket. I guess it is time to buy a new light fixture.

I then dis­con­nected the cover on the bot­tom of the fan so I could get the light fix­ture base plate off. As I removed that piece from the fan I noticed that the plas­tic fan speed switch was bro­ken where it came out of the hous­ing. I grabbed some glue I have in the garage and tried to piece the switch back together. A few min­utes later when every­thing was dry I put the switch back through the hole, but it came apart again as soon as I tried to screw the nut on. I gave up at that point fig­ur­ing we would just go buy a new light fix­ture and new a switch on Thursday.

This morn­ing I took the switch to work to try using some super glue. It work a lot bet­ter than the house­hold cement I had, but it didn’t last through a good solid tight­en­ing of the nut.

So today after work we vis­ited a BBHIW for a switch & light fix­ture. The replace­ment switches were not in the first cou­ple places we looked, so we had to resort to ask­ing for help. Felt kind of bad about it, not so much because I had to ask for help, but we seemed to have inter­rupted a per­sonal con­ver­sa­tion between two employ­ees to do it. She led us to the switches, one aisle over from where we found some other repair parts, and while we had her atten­tion we asked where the ceil­ing fan light fix­tures were as well.

Because most ceil­ing fans these days come with the light fix­ture already included, the selec­tion of add on lights was very lim­ited. They had some 19.95 school house lights, but none were in bright brass which is what we needed to match our fan. As a mat­ter of fact, the only one that came in bright brass was a mul­ti­pur­pose one with 4 dif­fer­ent col­ors, but it had a price tag of $39.95! That and the cost of the switch, $6.95, put us close to $50, to just repair some­thing. A brand new Hunter fan with light fix­ture was $65.

So, because one light bulb burnt out, we ended up buy­ing a whole new fan.

Baby It’s Cold Outside


This morn­ing the temps were in the low 70’s and it wasn’t sup­posed to get much warmer, so we opted to drive the Miata to work. It didn’t get any warmer, it actu­ally seemed to get colder as the day wore on and at each walk around the park­ing lot on our breaks today, if we closed our eyes, we could have believed we were back in the north­west US (and we weren’t com­plain­ing at all.)

Started up, went down, still down.
Miata Top Tran­si­tions since 10/24/08: 1066

6,000 Boards of Knotty Pine

We are in a cabin out­side Gatlin­burg, TN tonight, shar­ing the place with Donna’s old­est brother and his wife. We are here because we are vis­it­ing with some cousins of Donna & Jim from Canada who are in the area while on their vaca­tion. Because we passed right by, at about the right time, we had to have lunch at our favorite place in Hen­der­son­ville, West First. They had the whole of down­town Hen­der­son­ville, NC blocked off for a clas­sic car show, so we had to walk a lit­tle extra bit to get to the restau­rant. But that was no real incon­ve­nience because there was plenty of cool old auto­mo­tive iron to see, but only one was pixel wor­thy, this spir­i­tual suc­ces­sor to the Miata, a 1965 Lotus Elan.

The Sonata passed the six thou­sand mile mark some­where between Gatlin­burg and the White Oak Lodge & Resort

Lora’s View

This is the view from the bal­cony of the cabin rented by Donn’s sis­ter, her hus­band and his mother. They are stay­ing a lit­tle fur­ther down the road closer into Gatlin­burg in Lora’s Cabin in a dif­fer­ent “resort.” The view from where we are stay­ing is not half bad either, as long as you are look­ing up and can ignore the the row of sim­i­lar cab­ins in our lit­tle sub­di­vi­sion. Our cabin is a lit­tle larger and a lot more mod­ern, but where Sandy, Paul and Dot­tie are stay­ing there is a much bet­ter “cabin in the woods” feel.

Tourist Trap Loop

Brother Jim had promised his wife Linda a tour of the Bilt­more House, so they left early to be able to take in that attrac­tion before catch­ing a plane back to Hous­ton. Ninety-six year old Dot­tie made it known that she wanted to see Gatlin­burg before they left on Tues­day morn­ing, so Sandy, Paul and she did that today. That left Donna and I to enter­tain (or more accu­rately, be enter­tained by) the Cana­dian Cousins, Mar­gret & John and Beth & Jim.

We talked them into a trip south to Cling­mans Dome, over into Chero­kee, NC before head­ing west and loop­ing back into Ten­nessee along US129. ;-) Actu­ally both men had heard of the Dragon’s Tail and were inter­ested in dri­ving it.

It was early enough in the morn­ing that the trip through down­town Gatlin­burg was easy, but as soon as we hit US441 in the Smokey Moun­tains National Park we ran into a cou­ple of sec­tions of road work, com­plete with one lane closed and flag­man waits. The road to the top of Cling­mans Dome was pretty, but we weren’t sure what we would see at the top because the fog/clouds were pretty thick in spots on the 7 mile road to the tower at the top of high­est peak in Ten­nessee. And at the park­ing lot look­ing south into North Car­olina, sure enough it was like an ocean of white with a few islands of blue moun­tain peaks stick­ing up. We still opted to take the 1/2 mile walk uphill (seri­ously up hill) to the cir­cu­lar ramp to the top of the 54 foot high tower for a 360 degree view. It was so worth it. NC was still a sea of white, but back north to TN you could a per­fect exam­ple of how these moun­tains got their name (the above photo.)

On the way back down the moun­tain we had two delays, one short, for graz­ing black bear cub and one long, for a road crew trim­ming trees (that wasn’t there on the way up.) And as we were leav­ing the park in NC we had one more slow down, as there were cars pulled off to both sides of road to watch an elk graz­ing in a field. The 50 mile trip from Gatlin­burg to Chero­kee had taken us 3 hours and it was nearly lunch, but instead of try­ing to pick a spot in the tourist town to eat, Donna and I sug­gested we travel 10 more miles to Bryson City.

If you ever find your­self in Bryson City at lunchtime you can’t do bet­ter than The Iron Skil­let. The six of us opted for the lunch spe­cial of meat loaf, mashed pota­toes, green beans, cole slaw and a roll for just $6.95. Mmmmm.

The first ten miles of NC28 north of US 19/74 is 4 lane divided, but the last 20 miles is two lanes of awe­some windy black top along the Lit­tle Ten­nessee River that is my favorite in the state. About 2/3rds into that span the call comes up on the FRS from the Cana­dian Cousins behind us in their Chrysler 300C, “So, is this the Gap?” “Nope,” I reply, “Not yet, but in short while we’ll stop at the begin­ning point for a quick break.” At the Cross­roads of Time we were 2 of the 4 cars in the lot, the rest of the 40–50 vehi­cles there were motorcycles.

The gap run was fun in spurts as I fol­lowed some fel­low on a cool look­ing chop­per, but he couldn’t go very fast through any of the 318 turns because of how low it sat to the ground. I did what I could by slow­ing to a near stop until the Chrysler 300C caught up, before rac­ing ahead to catch back up to the chop­per. When we stopped at the dam over­look, John told he prob­a­bly could have kept pace bet­ter if not for the two women in the back who were not hav­ing as much fun on the roller coaster road as he and Jim were in the front. I don’t doubt it for a bit, as John is a mem­ber of the Cana­dian Mounted Police and had spent quite a few years as a motor patrol­man, so I bet he prob­a­bly could coax a quick run through the Dragon out of that rear-wheel V8.

We fin­ished up the 180 mile day by dri­ving the Foothills Park­way to Townsend, TN for a gas stop, fol­low­ing US321 through Mega Tourist City, Pigeon Forge to Gatlin­burg and the cabin.

Whale vs. Dragon

No trip to Deal’s Gap is com­plete with­out a sou­venir. At fist your only option was a sticker from the Cross­roads of Time a gas station/motorcycle camp­ground where NC28 joined US129, the “offi­cial” start­ing point of the 11 miles trip.

As word of the very curvy stretch with no entries spread, atten­dance at the Tail of the Dragon grew. Now they have expanded the store to accom­mo­date all man­ner of stick­ers, t-shirts, videos, mugs, etc. and to go along with the camp­ground they have added a small motel for motor­cy­clists. Then a lot of other places jumped on the band­wagon and started sell­ing Dragon mer­chan­dise too.

Nowa­days there is another option for a memento from your trip through the Gap, just like most thrill rides at amuse­ment parks, you can now pur­chase a photo of your­self & vehi­cle “slay­ing the dragon.” It all started back in 2001 with a fel­low called Kill­boy, when he would go out on week­ends and snap pho­tos of the traf­fic, then he would sell a high res­o­lu­tion copy to you off the internet.

There is obvi­ously money to be made at this endeavor, because where there was once just one, there are now at least three. On our drive through yes­ter­day, which occurred on a ran­dom week­day in the mid­dle of Sep­tem­ber, we passed by 4 tents set up at var­i­ous pull­outs on the road manned by pho­tog­ra­phers. Two were from the same out­fit, US 129 Pho­tos, which is where the above photo was cribbed from. Kill­boy & 129 Slayer haven’t uploaded their pho­tos yet.

Depend­ing on what the other’s pho­tos look like I may buy an image of the Pur­ple Whale dri­ving the Gap. And I may even buy one of the 300C that was right behind me that was loaded with the Cana­dian Cousins.

Everyone

Here is the best of the 4 pic­tures I took on Sun­day evening of the group in the liv­ing room of our cabin. Most every­one else was doing the same thing, cam­era on timer and run­ning to go get in the shot. The auto white bal­ance didn’t do the cor­rect auto­ing and it left the photo very orangeish, so I had to tweak it the best I could to make it rep­re­sent the actual colors.

On the couch from left to right: Donna, her sis­ter Sandy, her sister-in-law Linda and Sandy’s mother-in-law Dot­tie.
The women stand­ing left to right: Donna & Sandy’s cousins Beth and Mar­gret.
The men stand­ing left to right: Sandy’s hus­band Paul, Margret’s hus­band John, Beth’s hus­band Jim, yours truly and Donna & Sandy’s brother Jim.

Click on the photo to get a larger ver­sion. Then click Full Size at the bot­tom of that page to get the ginor­mous version.

Shopping Sunset

This is what the sky looked like last night when Donna and I came out of Kroger. Even though we had some frozen food items in the trunk we drove around for a while look­ing for places to stop and take more pho­tos of the orange, pur­ple and black sky. Didn’t find any, and the longer we drove the less excit­ing the sky became. I guess we had to have been done shop­ping about 15 min­utes earlier…

Whale vs. Dragon Part 2

I ended up pick­ing two pho­tos from two dif­fer­ent photographers.

This after­noon I washed all the car­bun­cles, bar­na­cles, algae and sea weed off the Sonata that had accu­mu­lated over the trip.

300 vs Dragon

We got a cou­ple of pho­to­graphic sou­venirs from our trip through the gap, so it is only fair that the Cana­dian Cousins get a cou­ple too.

Whale vs. Dragon Part 3

Every­one else got a sou­venir, so it seems only fair that the Pur­ple Whale get one too. Behold, a small pur­ple dragon sticker placed in the cen­ter of the top part of the rear window.

F&$!#% Red Sox

Right now, from where I’m sit­ting the FRS have really earned their F. They have lost the first of two against the Yan­kees today and Tampa Bay has won their game, so what once was a 9–1/2 game lead in the AL Wild Card 3 weeks ago is now just a 1/2 game. If the Red Sox lose the evening game they’ll be tied for the last play­off spot with just three games to go. And what with the way they are play­ing, I’m look­ing at my evenings being free after Wednesday.

There’s 2 Hours I’m Not Getting Back

The other day we were in Sta­ples, try­ing to find out what hap­pened to the rebate we were sup­posed to get for a shred­der we had bought, when a dis­play of Wire­less N Routers caught my eye. Donna noticed and asked if we needed that. “Not really, but it might help with stream­ing Net­flix,” I answered. So today, when the $20 rebate showed up in the mail, she said, “Let’s use that for that router.”

I brought home a shiny new Net­gear WNR2000 for $30. Before I dis­con­nected the ancient Linksys WRT54G I went to var­i­ous spots in the house where the lap­top is typ­i­cally used and took some sig­nal strength measurements.

Dis­con­nected the Linksys and put the Net­gear router in place. First I tried to dis­cover my type of net­work con­nec­tion using the router’s setup wiz­ard. The next steps caused me to drop my con­nec­tion to the net. So, I rebooted both modem and router and tried it again. Same results. Reboot modem and router again. Next I ran a cat5 cable from modem to PC just to make sure I did have inter­net access. I did. Then I tried to fol­low along with the included flyer to do a “No CD” install. That met with the same fate as before.

The last option was to try the install with the included CD. I fol­lowed the prompts and, holy cow, it installed just fine. The install took a lot longer than I thought it should, but it worked and didn’t install a bunch of crap on the PC either. Should went that way from the start…

After set­ting up the secu­rity, I logged in with the lap­top and walked around the house recheck­ing the sig­nal strength. It var­ied from 6db to 13db WORSE than the old G router. The reported speed read 65 vs 54, but every time I tried a web­page it was very slow loading.

Dis­con­nected every­thing and put the old router back in play. Guess we are going to Sta­ples tomor­row and get­ting the money back.

You Have No Idea How Much That Cost

If you have vis­ited a Google search page today you would have seen the image here. Because today is my birth­day and I heart the inter­net, I wanted to do some­thing spe­cial on it. So I com­mis­sioned this piece of clay­ma­tion style birth­day art and broke open my piggy bank to get the folks at Google fea­ture it.

Ok, ok, that is not exactly cor­rect, the image is there because I just hap­pen to share a birth­day with a famous inter­net search site.

122,000 Moments Of Disappointment

That is about how many times I’ve been dis­ap­pointed with the Red Sox this sea­son. There won’t be any more of them until next year though, as last night, as they have done most of all of Sep­tem­ber, they man­aged to grasp defeat from the jaws of vic­tory in the late innings to a team they should have beaten. This pretty much sums it up.

While on a short trip to top off the Emperor’s tank for a week­end trip, it passed through the 122,000 mile mark.