Hmm, it seems that updating Xfce4 has borked the install—in so much as none of the panel plugins work. Xfce4 itself seems to be O.K. but I can’t even get the Xfce Menu to appear in the panel, after using the option to migrate my panel settings almost nothing works o/. Guess whoever it was on the Zenwalk mailing list was right about the new Xfce not being ready for the lime light.

Giving KDE 4.5.4 a clean shot, results in an almost two minute wait to load, before it finally crashes back out to my XDM screen. To be fair on a second run (after rm -rf ~/.kde && sudo reboot) it is closer to 1 minute >_>.

Next up, using GNOME. Less than 30 seconds for the *first* run and I had a usable desktop. At least, something in this world works. After rebooting, going from log in to a usable desktop was approximately the same time frame. That’s cool.

I have never been a big fan of the old GNOME but I will usually be the first to admit, it gets the fuck out of your way and lets you get shit done. But Xfce4 is faster!!!

So I guess for right now, the old GNOME is my defacto-standard desktop :-/. Hey, if it works. Hell, all I really use the “Desktop” for amounts to a system tray, wall paper, and a way to switch between windows. 90% of what I do, is done in an X Terminal anyway.

The thing that I do care about, is that It Just Works and Doesn’t Annoy Me Constantly.

Why ice is dangerous

The weather has had the state shut down so much, that my brain is starting to visualize ways to make simulated mines and grenades for airsoft :-/.

I wonder if Radio Shack is still open…

Sigh, the ice storm still has me cooped up here instead of at work. I do appreciate the “Break” from having to be on the road so early, but, eh, work is a good thing ™ in my books.

I’ve spent most of my time putting in research efforts after last Saturday’s airsoft game as to what the ideal course of action would be, long term. My MP5 performed excellently and it ought to serve me for as it is now, for however long the parts last but if I’m stuck here, I may as well plan a head. I’m thinking the best return on investment would be to acquire a full sized G36A/G36E type AEG, probably one of SRC/TSD make. I could get a good G36A/E quite cheaply, even with this months pocket money, but being a stingy son of a bitch, I’m not going to do it until at least Feburary lol. Just about everything that I ain’t saving this month, I’m reserving for a GED.

In terms of upgrading my MP5, whatever month it is when I get a second weapon, I’ll likely disassemble my MP5 and see how it works, and what might be doable to `improve it`. O.K. so sue me o/. What I’m thinking on the externals at least, is to get a claw mount that puts a picatinny rail over the top of the receiver and a pair of rails on the sides. Then mount a mil-dot scope on the top rail and a bright LED torch on either side.

My thinking here is that assuming the referees have no objections: I could put the torch on the right and engage it when I have to shoot around a corner against a known threat—making it harder for other players to get a clean shot at me with the light shining in their eyes, hehe. Then transition it over to the left rail when I’ve got to swap to firing off the left shoulder. Ditty trick for just an “Airsoft” game perhaps, but arguably more effective then simulated flash bangs.

I am not convinced that Thunder B‘s or similar items offer more ROI then throwing an empty soda can. Well, compared to a *real* stun grenade or using a torch anyway. Price wise a simulated fragmentation grenade is probably more useful at CQB field than a simulated stun grenade. For the kind of range Airdogs fields offer, a mil-dot scope would be more useful to me at longer ranges (i.e. outside or far down the corridor) then the more popular 1X red dot sights, because within that range, I scarcely need my weapons sights let along a scope, and when I do need to be precise an adjustable mil-dot offers me more utility. Especially since it could be mounted on another weapon. For the internals, I can’t really say yet. Will cross that bridge when things come to it. Perhaps an M4 or G36C might have been a more well rounded weapon to have started with but I rather like the MP5 for use in doors. It also fits in my pack better.

A spring action sniper rifle would be a good second/alternative weapon, if it’s capable of enough precision for what I would call sniping but IMHO a full sized G36 (not a C or K variant) would be a better investment for the cash. Or at least, it should give the range my MP5 lacks for the hill next to the woodsball field, and save me the trouble of having to drag the little H&K behind me, lol. Since most people use a G&G GR16 or comparable M4 kit, the barrel length of a G36K would probably be alright but I think a full sized G36 would offer the best possible result down range.

When I can get a few slings, it would also be easy to rig things to carry both. Use the MP5 as primary in doors and the G36 outdoors, but really a scope would do alright for increasing the effective range. It’s just that getting a G36 costs about as much as putting a scope on my MP5, lol. Two AEGs also has a better insurance against failure/dead batteries than just mounting a scope.

>_>

Georgia Clay

Ain’t it funny how some things take you back?
And the here and now just fades to black
When I pull that blue tarp off of that time machine
Man, it hits me

Seventeen years old running on dumb luck
Spent the whole damn summer
Living in that truck
Them old tires still covered in that mud
Like it sticks with me, in my blood

When life was nothing more than living for the night
Just trying to steal a kiss on a tailgate of that ride
Good old days don’t wash away
Just like that Georgia Clay

Only one of my friends with a Fake I.D.
It made the hometown celebrity
Used to put her in park in a vacant lot
And I still can’t believe we never got caught

When life was nothing more than living for the night
Just trying to steal a kiss on a tailgate of that ride
Good old days don’t wash away
Just like that Georgia clay

All over everything, every last memory
Man it’s all coming back to me…

Ain’t it funny how some things take you back?

When life was nothing more than living for the night
Just trying to steal a kiss on a tailgate of that ride
Good old days don’t wash away
Man, some things they just don’t change
Just like that Georgia clay

All over everything, every last memory,
It’s all coming back to me

Georgia Clay—Josh Kelly

Today was a good change: back to work!!! Like being thankful the holidays are over and it’s back to business.

Out of the holiday torture, I broke out $5 (steam sale, hehe) for a copy of Tomb Raider: Anniversary, which is essentially a remake of the original and legendary Tomb Raider. I haven’t really played the games since ’96, and didn’t care much for II and III. The first game was really, the only one I ever liked—because it was more about the tomb raiding than the gun fights. Years later it ain’t all that different, except Lara Croft looks more like a woman than a collection of square panels.

Some things are different, like working with the grappling hook (I don’t ever remember that) and some puzzles but it is close enough to the original, that I could probably dig up an old TR1 strategy guide and figure it out lol. For the most part though, I prefer solving and exploring on  my own.

It’s been my way to de-stress.

Getting old fast

After scanning a bar code off my computer screen and opening a novel on my cell phone, I can just see myself in the 2070s trying to explain to some youngster that once upon a time books used to come in something called paper.

Then when something breaks down, I’ll shake my cane and politely point out that even in the future, nothing works. Will anybody still get the quote?

Water and Land

After doing a bit of research, I’ve not only found the name of a song that I’ve been looking for, but also, that it comes from this bit of poetry:

Avidamente allargo la mia mano: 
dammi dolore cibo cotidiano.


Desiderio delle tue mani chiare 
nella penombra della fiamma: 
sapevano di rovere e di rose; 
di morte . Antico inverno .


Dolore di cose che ignoro 
mi nasce: non basta una morte 
se ecco più volte mi pesa 
con l’ erba , sul cuore , una zolla.


E quel gettarmi alla terra , 
quel gridare alto il nome del silenzio , 
era dolcezza di sentirmi vivo.


Fatica d’ amore , tristezza , 
tu chiami una vita 
che dentro, profonda, ha nomi 
di cieli e giardini. 
E fosse mia carne 
che dono di male trasforma.


Mi trovi deserto, Signore, 
nel tuo giorno, 
serrato ad ogni luce . 
Di te privo spauro, 
perduta strada d’amore, 
e non m’è grazia 
nemmeno trepido cantarmi 
che fa secche mie voglie.


Se mi desti t’ascolto, 
e ogni pausa è cielo in cui mi perdo, 
serenità d’alberi a chiaro della notte .


Si china il giorno 
e colgo ombre dai cieli: 
che tristezza il mio cuore 
di carne!


S’udivano stagioni aeree passare, 
nudità di mattini, 
labili raggi urtarsi.


Tindari, mite ti so 
fra larghi colli pensile sull’acque 
dell’isole dolci del dio, 
oggi m’assali 
e ti chini in cuore. ( Vento a Tindari )


Ti rivedo. Parole 
avevi chiuse e rapide, 
che mettevano cuore 
nel peso di una vita 
che sapeva di circo.


Un po’ di sole , una raggera d’ angelo , 
e poi la nebbia ; e gli alberi, 
e noi fatti d’aria al mattino .

Acque e terre—Salvatore Quasimodo