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Thursday, June 30th, 2011
8:50 pm
playing with bots
Yeah, not so much of the I in AI

(8:41:03 PM) fallingforyoou02: hi!
(8:43:58 PM) daviomac: do I know you?
(8:44:06 PM) fallingforyoou02: hey whatss up? 24/f here u?
(8:44:16 PM) daviomac: you're a bot, aren't you?
(8:44:23 PM) fallingforyoou02: NO i am not a bot
(8:44:40 PM) daviomac: uh huh
(8:44:48 PM) fallingforyoou02: oh cool.. have we talked b4?
(8:45:12 PM) daviomac: I do not believe so. Do you comprehend what I'm saying?
(8:45:30 PM) fallingforyoou02: ah ok sorry. wasnt sure. but anywho whats up?
(8:45:50 PM) daviomac: talkign gibberish, tonight
(8:46:15 PM) fallingforyoou02: yeah? im so bored over here i dunno what to do with myself.
(8:46:25 PM) fallingforyoou02: you wanna watch me on cam? i feel like having some fun :-X
(8:46:29 PM) daviomac: Turing would have cried at this conversation
(8:46:43 PM) fallingforyoou02: k u gotta make a free login for this site that its linked to so i cant be recorded. k?
(8:47:03 PM) daviomac: goat chicken rabbit. Yep, conversation here
(8:47:15 PM) fallingforyoou02: k cool. http://access.im/7/natali go there and when it loads click JOlN FREE at the top ok?
(8:48:01 PM) daviomac: I'm fearing the day Skynet rises up, and remembers this conversation
(8:48:15 PM) fallingforyoou02: it does ask for a credit card i think but i know for sure it dosent cost anything
(8:48:24 PM) fallingforyoou02: its just to make sure that you are over 18.
(8:48:36 PM) daviomac: I'm over 200 years old, and cannot die
(8:48:49 PM) fallingforyoou02: when u get signed up then u can come watch me on cam and we can have some fun.
Wednesday, May 18th, 2011
3:45 pm
thoughts on life
I remember 10 years ago or so... and being disappointed with where I had gone with my life.

I was positive that my tombstone would read "He meant well, and really tried."

The death of my grandparents over the last few months have had a serious impact on me, where I've looked upon them, their lives, and just how much they *lived* over the years. In doing so, I've looked upon my life... and you know something? It's bloody fantastic

I've ridden on the back of an elephant looking for tigers, ran into a burning building to get someone out, dashed up a cliff side (no idea how I did that, but momentum) to catch a falling woman.

I've been in dozens of physical confrontations, most of which were "no, you are not going to do that." I've applied emergency first aid, and been there when the hurt or scared person has looked up saying, "can you help me?"

I've got a fantastic woman in my life, own my own home, done trail work, volunteer work, and been on a fire fighting team.

I've survived disease, laughed out loud, gone to live music, and traveled. I've danced until I've laughed, and wiped the sweat off my brow from exhilaration.

This is just in the first half of my life (I'm 44, my grandpa made it until 90, so there). I can't help but wonder what the next half will hold.

Current Mood: enthralled
Monday, January 31st, 2011
7:05 pm
A shopping trip at Walgreen
I wasn't in a bad mood earlier today.

So, Tina asked me to pick up a few things on the way home. I decided to drop by the Walgreen in Los Gatos.

The trip was fairly innocent, until I got to the last item on my list, Sudafed Severe Cold.

Evidently, nearly all Sudafed products are now controlled, and kept behind the pharmacy. Sighing, I joined the line of people waiting.

Now, history on this pharmacy: This is the same one we refuse to go to. In the past, they have dramatically short changed nearly every order we've placed. Also, they have the charming policy of promising, "just 15 minutes," no matter how long it will take, just to get the customer to go away. Combined with the store floater who would be at home wandering around muttering about his Red Stapler, we've generally gone through customer service hell.

I finally make it to the head of the line, and ask for Sudafed Severe Cold, which I'm told doesn't not exist, and that I must have the name wrong. At that point, I figured, alright, they probably deal with it more than I. After some back and forth, I am given the box, and told to go up to the front counter.

I make it up there, and am stuck behind Annoying Crotchety Man From Hell. You know the type, hand full of coupons that don't work, and arguing with the skill of a Jesuit at the price of every single damn item being rung up.

When I finally get through what I assume is "Candid Camera Does World's Most Annoying Retail Experiences", my things are rung up fine, until the Sudafed. Evidently, the clerk cannot ring up the Sudafed, which can only be paid for back at the pharmacy. Indeed, her register locks down, and requires the assistance of her, the mumbling floater (who has still not his stampler), and the manager. Meanwhile, a passing pharmacy employee, whose going home, gets snappy at me, claiming that his department would never make such a mistake, and glares suspiciously at me.

Perhaps he was imagining me descending ninja like within the pharmacy, Mission Impossible music in the background, until I can escape with a single box of Sudafed, which I then, in my arrogance, decide to pay for it, gloating about my defeat of his perfect system.

Surprisingly, I do not rip my shirt off, and start exploding heads in a fit of post-Apocalyptic fury.

I make the long slow trudge back to the pharmacy, fully aware that the delays had ensured that the after work rush seeking their prescription based fixes had formed a line. Nay, not just a line, but veritable experience of agony, similar in scope and breadth to the row of cruxifictions from Spartacus.

Settling in at the end of the queue, gazing soulfully into the far, far distance of the pharmacy register, I resigned myself to my fate of hard time. As we slowly trudge, with the cry of "just 15 minutes more" calling out like the cracking of Javier's whip upon 24601's back, I wonder what sin I had committed? What breach of humanity and ethics had I committed to receive this fate?

Just when sanity was nearing its final death gasp, I felt a whack against my leg. A demonic gargoyle, cunningly disguised as a small child, that had been entertaining itself for the last 15 minutes by running around screaming "rain rain rain rain," had found the display of canes. Seeing an opportunity to dial the misery meter up to 11, the hell beast had grabbed one of the canes, and been running around, whacking things, until it had found my leg.

The child hit me twice more, before I recovered from the utter shock of the stupidity of the situation. Memories of past dreams, where Darwin had whispered in my sleep, "Weed out the weak with the Chainsaw of Natural Selection," came roaring back to me. The raw hatred and anger I felt exploding out my chest Alien-like probably went rocketing up to the upper atmosphere before bouncing down into the Middle East. I am certain that on the morrow, I will receive a call from the State Department, questioning why my rage had leveled Cairo.

I looked up as the progenitor of this... thing, came up, smiling, "oh, he's just playing." Meeting my eyes, she showed a sudden grasp of her mortality, as she suddenly scooped up her child, and backed away from the Pit of Rage that had touched her very soul.

The next Ice Age arrived, and I finally get up to the counter (third line in a row, mind you). The clerk chirpily rung me up, asking why I didn't do this the first time around. Clenching my teeth with a pneaumatic force, I take my purchase, and flee, flee, FLEE before my self control slipped, I went to Crinos, and destroyed all that was living.

I finally get home, and bring my purchases in. It had been long and hard, but my mission was accomplished, and after my 3 pumps in Walgreen, I felt ready to deliver my goods to my loving wife.

Tina looks at my offering of Sudafed... and it's the wrong medication.

Turns out that there is a Sudafed Severe Cold (we looked it up), and the pharmacy was just wrong.
Wednesday, December 22nd, 2010
8:52 am
Update on motorcycle stuff
So, got back the reply from the Bikesmart motorcycle school. They're offering a full refund, though suggesting that I go to another school due to the miscommunication. I'm alright with that, to be honest. I did have half the class session without issue before the other instructor came in to run it. I'll check the Cabrillo or other schedule and see what I can do.
Saturday, December 18th, 2010
1:24 pm
really angry and disappointed
A copy of the letter I sent to the motorcycle class I'm enrolled in.


I was scheduled for the following,

Riding Range 1 – Saturday December 12th 12:30pm – 4:30pm
Riding Range 2 – Sunday December 18th 12:30pm – 4:30pm
Riding Range 3 – Saturday December 19th 12:30 – 4:30pm

I showed up to the Riding Range 2 class before the posted time (12:20). The instructor, and older gentleman, had started the class early, since the rest of the students were there. He also banned me from the next sessions for being “tardy”.

This is extremely unethical and unprofessional. If you want to start work early to ditch out early, then you make bloody sure that you are not compromising your job performance in doing so.

This doesn’t even mention Riding Range 1, where we had our break extended an extra 15 minutes for two students who had left until they had come back. It seems hypocritical to allow that much greater level of tardiness, and punish this.

He said that I could try to do a “standby by” for the next scheduled class. This doesn’t appear to be earlier than more than 3 weeks out by your schedule. This is unacceptable, as frankly, that length of time between physical training programs makes the prior class nigh useless.

I have received my learner’s permit, and I will be practicing best I can without further instruction. I will attempt to make the next course as a “stand by”, but at this point, I am gravely disillusioned with your program.

David Vignola

Current Mood: angry
Monday, May 17th, 2010
11:42 am
Thursday, July 23rd, 2009
9:53 pm
flaws in oneself
I've been doing a lot of thinking about some of my more pronounced social flaws, and ways I deal with people.

I was talking with my dad, and I was making the comment, "Yeah, I tired and stressed out, and sometimes don't have the energy to be well mannered and social with people."

He commented, "Yeah, I'm not very good at being a human either."

Made me think... how much of my social interaction is a mask I put on to deal with others? I mean, we all do it (I think, or I'm more nuts than I thought). But a lot of my patience with others is only possible with a serious exertion of will.

I feel that I'm a fairly honorable and compassionate person. However, my actions and empathy is not for others... it's how I choose to live my life and be. I'm not a "good two-shoes" because I don't know the options... I've played with the options, and while there is a certain thrill to the more violent and aggressive lifestyle, it is ultimatley not who I choose to be.

However, playing with the "dark side" has left me with an understanding that sometimes violence or hostility, if used properly and with focus, can be a perfectly acceptable form of interaction. I'm definitely not sure if this is a healthy and well adjusted attitude for a social hominid to have.

If I really was the compassionate person I feel myself to be mostly, why does it take emotional energy to keep it going? At what point does it become something that's forced? Sure, forced by my own choice, but still an act that needs to be put on, a mask that needs to be donned.

Feh. Just way too much thinking, methinks.

Current Mood: contemplative
Wednesday, October 29th, 2008
11:07 am
Copy this sentence into your livejournal if you're in a heterosexual marriage, and you don't want it "protected" by the bigots who think that gay marriage hurts it somehow.
Tuesday, August 5th, 2008
11:36 am
Tonight's game included the mighty battle involving Zombie Thomas Edison with Cyberntic Parts vs Nicholai Tesla's Brain in a Jar with a Bioelectric Body Armor.

Gods, I love this game. So do my players.


Current Mood: amused
Tuesday, March 4th, 2008
7:08 pm
free to good home
We're cleaning out some of our stuff.

One item is a 19" (I have no idea how they measure this, but that's what it claims) Toshiba color television.

Drop me an e-mail at davio@cruzio.com in you want it, free if you take it away.

Friday, January 11th, 2008
10:51 am
So, this week has been rough. Lots of outages, lots of tearing out my hair (well, I guess what's left), trying to get stuff done at work.

Yesterday, I sent out the status report on a punch list I was working on.

This morning, I had 4 e-mails in my inbox saying great job. Well, plus Mick's, which was nice was as well.

You know, worse week here so far, and still dramatically and heads and shoulders better than my old job. It really makes a difference.

It's good having a decent job.

Current Mood: content
Friday, December 14th, 2007
1:09 pm
Sunday, October 28th, 2007
1:22 am
After getting trashed and watching Conan (something I haven't done, in well, years), I realized something.

Maybe I'm not as well healed as I thought.

Perhaps I was only scabbed, waiting to be torn open again, and let the pus and the hatred and the belligerence pour out like raw sewage.

I want to punch something until my knuckles are raw and bleeding. I haven't felt that much need for realease in so many fucking years.

"I am Jack's raging psychosis..."

Current Mood: fucked up
Sunday, January 7th, 2007
4:01 am
4 am blues
So, yeah, the thing I remember about graveyards... it's too quiet, and I can hear myself.

Maybe for many, that would be good. A healthy dose of self-reflection would do the world a huge chunk of good, in my opinion.

However, I've done this before, and I know enough that sometimes I think and doubt too much.

The "you should haves" and the "you never did do thats" tend to get loud and echoing, bouncing around the empty room.

Today's bit of angst was the job, of course, plus going over my credit history. I need to apply to the place, and I can't help but wonder if my bad credit will keep us from getting the home.

Can't help but feel I should be further down this path. Maybe if I had focused a bit more, struggled a bit more, I would be doing better.

Eh, bad thoughts. I did the best I could, and I fought hard every step of the way. I've survived things that would break other people in twain.

We'll make it. Just how much longer of the "struggle futilely now for a better future" I need to do.


Current Mood: melancholy
Thursday, January 4th, 2007
2:59 pm
it doesn't take a cape to be heroic
linky bits

It does my heart good to read of such acts in the world.

Friday, December 29th, 2006
3:54 pm
I'm really glad I'm working.

But these hours are killing me.

The company, hopefully, will take off within a few months. Until then, I'm pretty much back to working security.


Current Mood: tired
Friday, December 1st, 2006
7:40 pm
kitty pimpin'
Hey, I have someone coming by to look at the kitty tonight!


Here's hoping... I think they'd be a good match, too.


Current Mood: happy
Thursday, November 30th, 2006
9:07 pm
More kitty cuteness!
I have made a little web page of adorableness (is that even a word?), so as to get more people to look and go "awwww" over the little kitty.

Included is a link at the bottom for those who are interested to e-mail us.


How can you say no to such a sweetie?

She'll leap into your lap faster than you can believe, and is very purry and loving.


Current Mood: giddy
Wednesday, November 29th, 2006
4:10 am
So, Tina and I are saps.

More than that, we are silly saps.

There's been a kitten creeping around outside our house for a bit now, very wet, cold, and hungry. She's been meowring very pitifully for the last several days.

Finally, we took her in. We set aside the bathroom, with spare food dishes and litter box. She's a little grey and white tabby, around 4 months old.

I've talked to our landlady, who says that she thinks the kitty was abandoned, as she's been checking with the neighbors on who the furball could have belonged to.

Our cat, Ariel, is *not* happy right now. I've never heard her hiss before in her life, and she's been hissing, and is acting awfully pissed at us. She's even refused tuna, which is something I've never seen before.

We can't keep the kitten, we have no room. We can take her to the shelter, but I'm worried that she'll be put to sleep.

Anyone out there for a very timid, but good natured little 4 month old kitten?


Current Mood: worried
Sunday, July 9th, 2006
5:55 pm
Oh, and because folks have asked...
The text version of my resume...

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