The Post of Christmas Past

My childhood Christmas's have never been the glitz and glamour of Hollywood TV. They had always been filled with boxes of Salvation Army donations. Things that had been donated by other families, to the less fortunate. I can remember thinking as a kid, I bet this was the best present ever, when it was opened the first time. Before parts when missing or where broken or tattered from use. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. I was grateful to get anything I got, and was happy with it...mainly because I didn't know any better. I recall going back to school after Christmas vacation and hearing about things the other kids got and thinking if I wasn't a poor white kid living on an Indian Reservation, I would get things like that too. Unfortunately, I was a poor white kid, living on a reservation and poor white kids living on Indian reservations didn't get cool stuff like that for Christmas. They got stuff from Salvation Army and they liked it or else. Or else next year they got nothing for Christmas. I seemed even as a kid to just know my place in the world. I do recall one Christmas being my favorite as a kid. I'm not sure how my Mom managed to get one since they where a particularly hard item to find that year...I do know it had to have sat in Lay-a-way for some time to be able to afford such an item in time for Christmas. It has always been my uber-gift. It was a ColecoVision, and it was brand spanking new. While other kids where getting the Atari 2600 and 5200, I had gotten the have-to-have system of the year, that year. Thanks Mom, you're the best.

My times sure have changed. Here "WE" are twenty-five years later, sitting in the living room of my own house (or soon to be in 5 months). The Christmas tree is up, the stockings are hung and Christmas is just around the corner. The boys are playing their new Wii (early Christmas present)in front of the 65" big screen. They have a choice of any game system they want. Nintendo Advance, DS, PS1, PS2, PSP, Xbox, Xbox 360 and now the Wii. There are TV's is every room, equipped with their own HD Satellite receiver and HD DVD. There are 3 laptop, computers to choose from and one desk top. Who says, you can't break the chains in your life. I would have never imagined being able to give my kids all this stuff for Christmas...not in a million years. I would have never imagined kids, for that matter. Which leads me to my favorite adult present, ever given. One Christmas Eve, in 1999, I asked my fiance (now wife) for a special present. I asked her for a baby....now I was a bit disappointed, come Christmas morning when their wasn't any baby under the tree but to my delight on September 19th of 2000 (he was a week early). I finally got my Christmas present. He has been an absolute joy to have ever since. Thanks Momma, your the best!

I'm Getting Old...

Grandma came over today with an early surprise for the kids. Since she will be in California for Christmas, she brought over her Christmas present early. The boys where so excited, to open, her carefully rapped gift. Momma made them wait, while she got her camera ready, but the excitement was to great for Gage, as you could hear paper slowly being torn, as she ran to gather up the camera. "It's a Wii", they exclaimed. Jayce held it high over his head as he admired their present. Soon there where Wii parts every. Orders were given, to Dad, to hook it up. So we have been playing with it for about three hours and my ass is whipped. I have concluded that I am a child of the Pac-Man era. My old ass, belongs glued to a chair, staring at a screen for hours on end...and not jumping around like a retard in the living room. Between, that damn rock-n-roll and this new Wii, my age is showing. I am by no means as old as some people I know (Kim), but what happened to just sitting in front of a TV with your Pong or Atari, for a 36 hour marathon, knocking around a ball with a line, and loving it. A few of our Xbox 360 games contain clip-its of the old Pitfall, and Missile Command and my boys love 'em. They laugh and they ask, "this is what video games used to be like in the olden days"? I laugh and say, "yes, and we loved 'em" just as much as you love your new games". I also tell them that our parents worked in the mines before they had shovels, they had to use their hands. They walked to and from work in 10 feet of snow, up hill, both ways, with no shoes. My how far we have come in the world of technology. Now, if I could just get one of them to build me a new disk for my spine, that I believe, I threw out playing boxing on the Wii. I think I'll just stick to my sit on my ass, while I type, laptop for the rest of the night...at least till some young, punk comes up with a room sized, roll up keyboard, forcing us old folk to jump around the room typing IM messages to each other.

Our Tree Is Up

Here are a couple of pics of this years tree.

I Want Balls, For Christmas...

We got a call from Grandma today, informing us that Santa Claus was at the Full Moon. He was asking for the boys personally. Gage stepped up first telling Santa he would love to have a unicycle and a bowling alley. Jayce then took his turn asking for some movies and games for an Xbox 360. A laptop, a Wii and and Xbox 360 of his very own. He also wanted some Bakugan stuff. This is where Santa asked, "what's a Bakugan"? Jayce said, "they are balls"! Santa confirmed his request. "So you want balls for Christmas", he asked. Yes I want balls! "Alrighty then", Santa replied.

To Tree. or not to Tree....that is the question

I'm sitting here trying to figure out where to start with the Christmas decorating. I have no room to set up a tree with my living room current living room configuration. So now I'm wondering do I really want to have a tree this year or not. We probably should if we want Santa Claus to have a place to stick presents this year. Unfortunately, I am going to need a much bigger tree this year if he has any hope of getting Amy's very large box of Ugg Boots, under the tree (it's huge). As for the rest of her presents, I'm sure after Christmas morn, she will tell me where I can stick the other three presents she will get.

Be The Change...

"You must be the change you wish to see in the world." - Mahatma Gandhi

What a wonderful quote... How often do you meet someone and think, I wish there where more people like them in the world? People, full of passion, displaying such a zest for life. In touch with themselves enough, to be open minded of others and are able to think outside the box. The kind of individual that makes you want to be a better person. One who helps you, to become the kind of person you hope to be seen as. These are the kind of people I love to surround myself with, learn from, grow with...

Pieces of us...to you...

So we just completed our first craft show of the year and the financial results where better than last year. We where able to add a few items to our trick bag. Ceramic tile, table toppers are one of the newest items we added and sold out of. They are very elegant looking with just the right amount of an old look to tie the two together. Amy also added 4x4 block shelf sitters. They are cubed blocks combined together to create a word or two. We also have plans to add votive glass inserts to make them candle holders as well. The only downfall this year is we are lacking in inventory. A summer long remodel of the house made it impossible to build up the usual truckload of inventory we normally have for shows. As a result we are now under the gun to generate enough stock to make a good showing at the Tonopah, Winter Craft Show. We have two weeks to put together what we can. This is my least favorite part of crafting...creating under a deadline...It seems to take the fun out of it. Amy and I have decided to sit down and create a realistic plan for Tonopah so as to not make this a miserable experience for the two of us. We also have a page full of custom orders to fill in addition to this so it will be a hectic two weeks ahead of us. I am looking forward to having the house paid for this spring and perhaps purchasing a hitch and trailer for the van. Transporting goods to and from a show has proven to be difficult for us and these things would make life much easier, as would having a grid wall frame for displaying items. We are creating a plan for acquiring these items which should make life a whole lot easier, at our next years shows. We also plan to add Ely and Lovelock, NV to our locations in the upcoming years also. So here we are beginning our two week run starting now, time to set aside the PC and start crafting...

I have a Dream.....

When I was in school, I was chosen to deliver, two speeches, for a grade in English. One was the Abraham Lincoln's, Gettysburg Address...the other Martin Luther King Jr's, I have a dream, speech. I believe they are two, of the most monumental speeches ever given. They mark two moments in time when America was at it's worst, and men chose to stand up and speak their mind about what they though was right and wrong with the world...They where met with much opposition and where told they would never change the thinking of men. Years later we are seeing proof that the thinking of man is changing. Perhaps man is no longer judging each other by the color of their skin but on their personal merit.

I was excited for my eight year old who greeted me at the door by asking me if I voted for Obama today. He also wanted to know if I casted a vote for him and his five year old brother too. I am also proud that my wife and I have instilled in our children, that the value of a person should be based upon their merit and integrity. The world needs more open minded people. We are electing a man to hold the office of the most powerful seat in the world and he or she should fit the bill and be worthy of such a post. I believe America has chosen well. (continued)

Isis is born....

What a wonderful feeling it is to create something from nothing. What was one a piece of plastic and circuitry has now become a working Server. She still has a lot of learning to do, to evolve into a powerful Domain Controller, but delivery into the world has been a wonderful experience. I have already bonded with her. She is my child. She has already received an additional piece of hardware, increasing her storage capacity to 520GB. She will need it, for today she will receive, the majority of her programming. She will take what I give her today and use it to become a great ruler. The mighty Isis.

A New World Order

I awoke at 4:15 this morning to the sound of rain. It's not a sound you hear very often here in the high desert so it was nice to lay in bed and just enjoy it. Listining to the rain makes one, feel small in the world. Eventally I decided to get out of bed and start work on our new network design. I had a consept in my head that I had been thinking about all night and it was time to record my plan to create a New World Order. This was to be my first scratch built network and should make for a very eduactional build. I have a wonderful mentor, in the IT field and she has a story behind all of the servers she builds and names...they are often named after Greek, Roman or Viking Gods or mythical realmes often associated with these gods/gossesses. She puts a lot of thought into naming them and she actually corresponds this history to the use of the server or servers. There is mighty Zeus the Network Domain Controller and Hera, Zeus's wife, who is the Domain Controller fall-back system. There is also: Styx, Midgard, Atlantis, Gaia, Mercury, Athena, Argenta and more. All serve a purpose, all have tasks to perform, or the systems fail. I have taken on some of the tasks of creating the IS Departments (Information Systems)test network. In keeping with the spirit of what my mentor has created, I have decided to use Egyptian gods and goddess.

Last week,I started by, resurrecting an old server from the dead and began to restore it to the status of Domain Controller. I shall call her Isis, Egyptian goddess of Magic: friend of slaves, sinners, artisans, the downtrodden, as well as listening to the prayers of the wealthy, maidens, aristocrats and rulers and she was she was the protector of all Egypt. Ancient Egyptians once believed, that the Nile River, flooded every year because of her tears of sorrow for her dead husband, Osiris. I like the name Isis for a domain control server, because the name identifies who's server it is, by the repetition of our department initials I.S.. I also like that she is the goddess of magic, and as anyone can tell you, who has worked in I.S., there is a certain feeling of power that you have as a network administrator and it is often viewed as magical, when you are able to fix a clients computer.

We will also be needing a print, web, application and file server, as well. I shall call him, Osiris. Osiris, is the brother and husband of Isis. Being as he is being divided up into sections, to be utilized as the four differently needed servers, his name is also very suiting, for Osiris was slain by Seth and his parts where spread throughout the earth. Isis was instrumental in the resurrection of Osiris. Her magical skills restored his body to life after she gathered the parts of it that had been strewn about. The two shall work together to create a very powerful testing network.

What is in a name?

I am named after my grandfather. He was an Olympic gold and silver medalist in bobsledding...and they wonder why I am a perfectionist at everything I do. I found an old Camel Cigarette ad today, put out in 1949. I do find it a bit odd that a group of Olympians where used to advertise smoking. Things sure have changed. The driver for the USA 1948 gold medal team was known for smoking both before and after a race. For the record...I smoke Camel Lights....LOL

Thinkers....

The world needs more thinkers. Throughout time, I've noticed, that thinkers, have always been society's outcasts. In mid-evil times they where, portrayed as wizards, residing in castle towers or shanties down by the river. Devinci's ideas, where kept secret for years, by sociaties hyarchy..perhaps in an attempt to suppress the common mans knowledge of how things really where or are, in the world. Even today, we are led around by the unknowing, who relying on the few, who posses knowledge, to perform their trivial daily tasks. Is it out of fear, that these so called leaders, keep the few, locked in closets like mushrooms...? Do they know, that the mushroom will thrive even in the darkest of places? Mr. Gates, is a perfect example of what happens, when those with the knowledge, break free of the group. He has struck fear, in the hearts of even the most powerfull of governments, who have established limitations on how large the entity that he has created, can grow. They give it a fancy title, monopolization. Is it that they fear he will create an entity so large, that it has the power to consume everything in it's path? What has Mr. Gates, really created? A user interface making it possible for nearly everyone with a brain to use an item ie. a computer, to store a quantity of data surpassing the average human brain? Is it the fact that it levels the the playing feild for all if used correctly. I have always believed that knowledge is power. Information or data is not knowledge. It is only one element, contained in the molecular structure, we call knowledge. Data must be collected, studied, applied and tested, to accend to the higher level, we know as knowledge. So neither computers nor their interfaces will ever consume all. It is the humans brain that will determine what is to become of this collected data. It is the missing variable in this equasion of fear. Some, will use it for good. Some, will use it, to turn a profit. Most will use it as a means to destroy one another. Now this sounds like a pretty bold statement. "Most", you may be thinking? Yes, most. Most will use this data to deprive others of things: money, power, security and even their individuality. Let's look at the bible as an example. What is it?...think now...It is a collection of wood pulp fibers pressed together to create a surface, upon which you can record data in the form of pictures, sybols or even shapes in the case of oragami. These surfaces are arranged in a stack and bound together within a more durable cover to protect them. It is not the book itself, nor the writing within, that has caused the world, misfortune. It has always been mans interpretation of the writing within. So can we say, that the Bible (the book) has spread war, hate and discontent throught the last 2000 or so years? No...it is just a collection of wood pulp and leather. It has always been mans interpretation of the writings contain within, that have always lead to our downfall. There has always been war and discontent...even before the writing of the bible...perhaps because there has always been though...So can we say that a book is nothing more than a primordial computer? As long as human thought, is the controlling variable there is hope for man kind. Perhaps, humans will accept data for what it is. Maybe, they will stop trying to judge and interpret data as a means of manipulation and use it to benifit man kind. In closing, I make this observation. Have you ever noticed as a society that we use data to teach, but it is often, that we use, negitive data, as a scare tactic, for which, you base your knowledge upon. We are rarely taught positive knowledge development skills. We created nuclear energy out of negitive knowlege ie. WAR. Perhaps it's time we started promoting positive knowledge for the good of mankind instead of as a means to an end...

"I work for the Circus, what do YOU think"?

My sister was in rare form on this particular evening. After a long day, she was able to muster up enough nice-ness, to ask, "how are you, this evening". The ticket man's reply, was short. "What do you think, I work for the Circus"? His fingers, where nubs and black with soot. He took my thirty dollars in exchange for a small, black, mark, on my hand. All I could think was this doesn't seem like a fair trade my 30 dollars for one small black mark on my hand.....and it had touched everyone, that had been to the circus so far. I have never been to the circus, so I had nothing to base this experience on. Something told me in the back of my head that this is not how it was supposed to be. There where jugglers...who couldn't juggle too many items because of the low ceiling...a guy who could handstand on two chairs, but because of the low ceilings, he was unable to stack all four. There where people dressed in Madagascar costumes. Costumes so tattered, they looked like something a homeless person would wear, to keep warm at night. The Zebra had it's ass ripped completely open and had a large red stain on its head where it had looked, as though someone had capped it a long time ago. There where creepy, clowns with whistles. One tried to molest a coworkers husband, of mine. Then he had the nerve to poke fun at me for not clapping loud enough. I hear every circus, is known for their circus music, but their system had a short in the wiring and would cut out every 5 seconds or so. There was a guy who rode his 7 foot tall unicycle and crashed it in front of my middle son (all part or the act). Now my middle son is traumatized for life because he thinks a fall like that would kill a man. He spent the rest of the night arguing with his four year old brother, about how he hoped he was okay, all while his little brother kept telling him he faked it. The evening was finished off with pictures with Sponge Bob Square Pants and 20 fully, unedited versions of his theme song. Luckily for us they had fixed their sound system by then. So it was WHO....lives in a pineapple under the sea...? Let me just take a stab at it....Sponge Bob? I know this now, because I have been unable to get that damn song out of my head. So if you ask me now, "how did I like the show"? I'd have to say, "I was just in aw, of how many crappy, acts you can jam into three and a half hours.....and how much my kids, truly loved it".

When I get to be sixty....

I can still hear him clearing his throat behind me...there where times when you just wanted to scream, "lay off the dairy man, the flem is getting out of hand"! I've spent the week hearing people say did you hear about Tom? Poor Tom. It's so sad about Tom. It is? Really? The man was 62. He had spent his whole life breaking horses and being a cowboy...it is what he loved to do...it was who he was. I have spent 36 years looking for my calling....he spent his whole life doing it. I think that's pretty cool... You always knew where you stood with him...If you did or said something he didn't find right he would tell you...to your face. There's something to be said, about a man, who is honest enough, that he never has to look over his shoulder. He had integrity. What you see is what you get. He fought off a terrible disease and in the end, he won. I think it made him appreciate all life had to offer, and he cherished each day, there after in a whole new way....by living it and utilizing every moment. He once told me, I could be dead tomorrow...hell I could have been dead months ago....so I'm gonna go for it. So if you ask me are you sad that Tom is gone...the answer is yes...but I think he lived life right...his way...doing what he loved...and truly enjoyed it...and to me, that is what it is all about...I'll miss you buddy...

Since the onset of JDF-words...

there are fewer things make her smile, like she does, when she's crafting. She's like a proud momma after delivering a child when she hold up her finished product. "Look what I did", she exclaims. I have to say I am married to one of the most talented women I have ever met. She's like a surrogant mother, she spends hours, on the smallest of details, only to offer it up in the end, to some lucky person at an upcoming craft sale. I can honestly say their is not item she has made, that I can say, I would never have in my own home. I feel you attach a piece of you, to everything you create. Whether it be, a craft, parenthood or even work. If it's not worth putting everything you are into it, it's not worth doing....

Pumpkin Carving...

Okay, the boys drove us completely bat shit yesterday over pumpkin carving (no pun intended). First thing in the morning, "when are we going to the Pumpkin Harvest"? "It's six o'clock in the morning", I told them. Later, that morning we head off to the library to pick the perfect pumpkin. Both of the boys had won a contest to receive a free pumpkin, so they made a quick dash past all the craft booths to the rows of pumpkins laid out on the library floor. The two of them had chosen the two biggest ones they could find and preceded to lug them through all the people milling around. Gage, looked like a monkey humping a football as he waddled around. I thought for sure he was going to drop it, but he held on for dear life, making his way back towards the counter. Jayce, wasn't quite sure, after walking ten feet with his, that he had made the right decision choosing such a large pumpkin. Amy and I laughed. It was quite a site. Fall has always been my favorite season. Of course, fall in the desert and fall in New England are two totally different things. If you have never experienced fall in an area where oak and maple tree flourish, I highly recommend you take at least one vacation to upstate New York, Vermont or New Hampshire, during the fall. It is absolutely incredible. Fall, in New England, is when the huge majestic oaks and maple tree change color to vibrant, reds, yellows, oranges. The colors most often associated with Halloween. I have often wondered if people in the western United States, truly understand why these colors represent this season. Having spent the later part of my years in Colorado, I have heard people ask, "why red and orange". "Our tree's are green and yellow in the fall", and I laugh. I have seen their leaves grow to be as big as your face and blanket the ground to depths of over one and a half feet thick. This is leaf pile season! We used to all take our rakes and rake the leaves into piles, ten feet deep, beneath an old oak tree with a rope swing. We would take turns swinging out over the pile and landing on top of the leaf pile. Every so often, pausing, to re-rake them into a huge pile again. Nothing smells like leaves in the fall...it is my favorite scent. I've heard it described as being the smell of the earth, and I agree. It is when Mother Earth, takes back into her, all that she offered up in the preceding spring...She is going to sleep through the winter and she will need her strength restored for the coming season...

So what do you think?

The truth, that is what I seek. When I ask, what do you think, my mind has prepared myself for the answer to go either way. So I am prepared, ready for whatever you throw at me. When I ask what do you think...I really want to know know what you think. I am not asking for the sugar coated version. I really want to know. Life is complicated enough. Why should anyone have to weed through the garden to find the flower? The flower represents truth. I would never ask you to alter it in anyway, to dress it up or remove it's leaves or hide it in amongst the weeds. It is a flower...simple...pure. So why change it? Can the same be true of words? If I ask you how you feel about something, I truly want to know what you think. I am not trying to fill some inadaquacy with in me.

Some one said to me in passing...

"You know the good horse always gets ridden to death". What a strange, but true way, of summing up what happens to someone who possesses good work ethic and works hard. Not sure if I'm willing to ever be put out to pasture but I can see where to many years of abuse can cause a good horse to become lame. Hopefully it is the good horse who will be taken care of, long after their usefulness has faded...

Mornings...

I have always been a morning person. It is my favorite time of the day. It is the calm before the storm, when the world is still asleep. That time that exist between the darkest of darks and that moment when the sun breaks over the horizon...is quite...deafeningly quiet.......I hear the clock..tick..tock..tick..tock...
It slowly faded into the soothing trickle, of hot water, over fresh coffee grounds. It's aroma is carried throughout my home. The lights come on, the fan, on high... my window to the world is open. click click click...www.matrixcontinuum.blogspot.com. THIS, is my time. A dog barks in the distance. Perhaps at some stray cat or jack rabbit. Life is simple, pure, uncorrupted, for the moment. I read each letter S-I-M-P-L-I-F-Y..then say the word aloud in my head. I look around and think this is it...this is what I've worked so hard for...all of this. Mind you it is not the 65" big screen, the comfy furniture or all the remodeling that I've done that catches my eye. It is the pictures. It is that moment in time, that they have have captured, that holds me. THAT, is what all the hard work is for. IT, is for them. Long after I am gone and my things have been given away, stored away or thrown away...what remains? It is them...and they too shall be sitting in a room, all alone, feeling this same content feeling...looking at pictures of me...of us...of that moment...

Knowledge is better than money....

It is amazing to what extent we are willing to go to help a friend. ...
It was an older computer and by industry standards it wasn't worth fixing at $100 and hour.....to me, that is. My wife and I have been blessed with very good paying jobs. It has never crossed my mind, till today, that I have taken many things for granted over the past eight and a half years. To me $600 to fix a computer is a good down payment on a new hot rod computer. To others that $600 is a house or a car payment. I have a hard time asking for money from friends for doing jobs outside of work, but I love to fix things and I'm pretty good at it. I have everything I need right now; a home, cars, family and money....so why not help people when I can. Even if it means accepting pennies on the dollar.... even if it means sacrificing my own time to do so. Today was one of those times where I had other plans when a friend called, needing my help. Now my first response was to make up some excuse to get out of helping, but I accepted. After a long sigh, I gathered myself up take a look at their PC, hoping that it was just a minor fix and could be resolved quickly. Turns out it wasn't a minor fix and it took me six and a half hours to fix. A few years back I reached a point in my life where time, became more important to me than money. So for me to spend six and a half hours of a day off working on someone, elses problem bothers me...it bothers me a lot, considering how far I am behind on my own projects. So my first reaction, was to make them pay for my time. I could have easily charged a hundred dollars per hour or more for my services, which tends to be the going rate for tech services. After a long day of downloads and fighting a challenging computer virus, I was ready to collect my money and head home. That is, till I found a very good book in my friends home. After reading several pages I was unable to put the book down. It was a plethora of information, regarding a field I am passionate about learning. I decided right then and there to make them a deal: The book for my services. After making my proposal their was a long pause.......really, "that doesn't seem fair". "Six and half hour of work, for a forty-four dollar book". My response was, "knowledge is better than money". Knowledge allows us to get the good jobs, make more money, influence the right people and most of all, it gives us the ability to help people who may be less fortunate than ourselves....

If you came here looking for....

...tips on hacking into your companies network, PC repair tips or previews of the the next upcoming Matrix movie; you've come to the wrong place. Yes, I am an IT Tech. Yes I am fully capable of making repairs to your PC or assisting you in connecting to your wireless network. Ever been asked what do you do, only to respond with your occupation. I am much more than just an IT Tech. I am a father, a husband, an artist, a carpenter and more. I would no sooner ask the bartender at the bar to come over and make me drinks all night or the cook at the local diner to come over and cook for me. When I was employed as a carpenter, I was always being asked to build something for someone. Now I don't mind helping out now and then but remember you are one of hundreds, asking the same things, of me....(phone rings!) You guessed it, someone asking me to come over and fix their computer? See what I mean? I have an Xbox 360 that I love to spend time playing. The video card has gone out in it...now I am knowledgeable enough to fix it myself..but why when I have the insite to have purchased a warranty, to remedy things like this. How ironic is it, that it is the local bartender? Perhaps they would like to come over this evening and serve me and the wife, drinks all night, as re-payment for fixing their computer. Now, I hate to say "NO". It is a problem of mine. I want to help people and fix everything, for everyone, BUT...while I'm spending time working on other peoples things, I have no time to work on my own, ie my home remodel, my music and sound collection, my Xbox 360 or just spend time with my family relaxing. So technically, I just spent a hundred and fifty dollars on a Best Buy warranty so that you can spend more time doing what you like to do, while I fix you mistakes and misfortunes. So you are welcome. I have a hard time being out and around people as it is. Living with the constant fear that someone is going to ask me to fix something for them, when I leave the house, only makes it worse. Just a tip for my readers; their are these things called stores, and in these stores there are people. These people are called IT Techs. They make a living, helping people like you and me, They fix our stuff. Now I know for some you have only read about them or seen pictures of these things in magazines, but trust me they do exist. If you really want some advise, write this down. There is this thing called a "warranty" and it helps to cover the cost of alot of these things. So take it from an IT Tech, buy the damn warranty. Also don't expect the Pentium II PC you bought 9 years ago to last forever. People always seem to get offended when they ask, "what should I do"? I respond, "shit-can it and go buy a new one"! This is always followed by, "do you know what I paid for this"? My response to this is, "I bought a PC in 2000 and another in 2005". The newer PC performed 400 times faster and was capable of things never though imaginable by the first one. They both sold for $1000 dollars. It doesn't mater what you spent on it it is only worth, what is right now. I am often amused by people who by PCs, by looking at their price tag. These are the same people, who buy a $3500 PC to use as nothing more than a word processor. Come on people! Honestly if you don't know what it is or does you either (a.) don't need it or (b.) are to fucking stupid to have one! having money does not make people smarter. Spending $3500 on something, you don't have the knowledge to appreciate is a waste of your money. My advise to you is to buy any run of the mill PC and in a year or two, I assure you, you will soon learn what it is you truly need and want.

It is what it is.....

I've been reading stories of people at their work place being reprimanded because of what it written in their personal blog. Let me just warn all of my readers right now. What I write in my blog is not to meant to upset or offend anyone. I am not starting a blog with the intentions of closing it up in a book and hiding it under my pillow. It remains open for all to read. You are not being forced into reading this blog. You are under your own free will right now and have the ability to click upon the red "X" in the upper right hand corner. If you are looking for a reason to point out fault in others as a means to perpetuate you own negative energy then just go back to reading the postings left upon your My space page. This blog is mearly a means of recording my observations. They are not my true opinions. It is a collection of thoughts that preceed an opinion. What you I choose to do with them after we read them is the opinion. I am mearly the seed sower casting the seeds out upon the page. I have often wondered what the world would be like if people stopped being so politcally correct and where just themselves; free of all the molding that society, business and relationships create. These writings take no positive or negative form. They are what they are....

Introduction...

What is the Matrix Continuum??? It is the energy that surround each and every one of us. It is the molecular make up of every moment. It is what you are experiencing right now. It is what you see, hear and touch in the physical realm. It is how you feel when you take time to relish every moment as it is happening to you.