Last night, I went to bed earlier than usual because i was sick, and needed nyquil. Today, i’m feeling a little sick, so i drank some more nyquil. So, i’m just doing things here at the computer, and feeling more calm than usual. My eyes are kind of glazed in position here, and the slightest change in enviroment could snap me out it.

I’m getting my bike tomorrow. $913.00 is sitting in my wallet, burning a hole through my desk. I’m going to have to buy some new pedels for the new bike, because the ones that come with it are very small, and they don’t handle my feet too well. I’m hoping to go out on a ride, although the weather may put the nix on those plans.

The weather has been pretty nice these past couple days. Despite news headlines telling stories of winter weather reaking havoc the east coast, this part has been just fine. If i do get out on the bike, i’ll be stuck on the bike path. I don’t believe the pollyann trail will be in ridable condition, i’m hoping for the best though.

I’ve had my eye on this clock. It can be hooked up to the computer, and can measure heart beats, and all sorts of other stuff. With that price tag, i can’t pass that one up. I’ll probably be buying it some time in march.

I need to buy a lot of stuff. One thing being a helmet. I know i’m going to end up crashing hard some time this year, so it’s best to keep protected.

I’m a little weary of these pedels i’m going to have to buy. THey’re metal, and if my feet slide off the pedels, they’re going to strike my legs, and it will hurt very badly. The dad incists the old pedels are in very bad condition, but i don’t know.. Maybe these pedels will hold my feet on the pedels.

I would go for a pair of clipping pedels and shoes, but my those shoes don’t work too well with the shape of my foot.

That’s all for tonight, i think i’m going to go to bed in the next hour.

Today, i read some of my past posts, and on many of them i stumble over my words, and stop making sense. So, I’m going to start proofreading my posts before clicking the publish button.

I put the down payment down on the trek 2700 tonight, i’ll have it in a couple days after i get the money in hand. Luckly, I was able to make it out today, when it was being marked down by 20%. So, the thing only costs $823 minux tax.

Damn the man for sales tax. That shit costing me a small fortune.

In other news, i’ve been sick for the past couple days. Yesturday, allergies were going nuts, and i sneezed like 50 times. Today, i sneezed twice, but my throat has been sore. I got some nyquil, and i drank some down about a half hour ago.

Dave Chapelle was on inside the actor’s studio, it was very funny. I’ve watched the bravo network a few times this week. Last night i stayed up very late to watch a movie called “The Outsiders”. It seems like the only time tolerable programming airs on Bravo is between the hours of 12 and 6am. Any other time, it’s just crap for women.

That’s all i have to say today, laterios people.

On a few servers i monitor, there is an ongoing problem of the email queue building up to ridiculous sizes. So, I wrote a script which checks the mail queue size every 5 minutes, and sends me an email if the queue is larger than 500 messages.

Open up your favorite text editor, and paste this code in there:

<?
$exec = system(’exim -bpc’);
$time = date(”F j, Y, g:i a”);
if($exec >= 800)
{
mail(”you@yourdomain.com”, “big mail queue alert”, “It is $time, and the mail queue currently has $exec messages in it”, “From: mailcheck@yourdomain.com”);
}
else{
die(”nothing to see here”);
}
?>

Change [email]you@yourdomain.com[/email] to whatever your email address is. You can also change “800″ to whatever value you want.. 100, 1000, any numerical value you want.

Save the file as mailcheck.php, and stick it in your home directory. eg: /root/mailcheck.php . Depending on your server, you may need to execute as root.

Next, create a cron job for the script by typing the following command as root:

crontab -e

After that, it will open your favorite text editor with your crontab. At the bottom of that file, add this:

0,5,10,15,20,25,30,35,40,45,50,55 * * * * php /path/to/your/mailcheck.php > /dev/null

Then save the file, and it will write the file off to your crontab. After that, there’s nothing else to do. It will check the size of your mail queue every 5 minutes, and if the queue is bigger than the specified size (default: 800 messages), it will shoot an email off to you with the time, and the size of the mail queue.

I’m pretty close to having enough cash for the bike.

donate, please.

For the longest time, I’ve had frightened out of my wits any time i encounter a snake. Whether it be slithering by on a trail, sitting in a glass case, or just doing it’s thing while being filmed on television.

The other night, I was sitting at dinner, and I thought back as far as I could to when I wasn’t afraid of snakes.

It was a sunday morning, I was only 8 years old, and me and the family had sat down to watch cartoons on nickelodeon. Well, the cartoons played through, and those were all good fun. Then, around 11:00am, a nature show came on. On this particular show, there was a segment where a man was going out in some place.. arizona i think, and looking for snakes under rocks.

On his first rock lift, there was nothing. He said to the camera “I was lucky that time, let’s do another one”. He then approached another rock, lifted it up, and low and behold, three colorful, hissing, pissed off snakes were found, and at the moment he lifted that rock, a glass shattering scream came flying out of my mouth.

It was a combination of focusing on the television too hard, how close i was sitting, and my mind’s interpretation of danger that sent me into shock. For what seemed like hours, was only seconds. I was stuck there, freaked out about what I had just seen. I managed to walk away from the incident, but for the rest of my life I have had an extreme fear of snakes.

One time in my late teens, I was walking around by myself, just looking for something to do. As i wandered up to a rock, it was my intention to find some spray paint cans that the seniors had left over. As I approached this huge rock, i didn’t see anything. But when i reached the rock, i looked over to the other side, and i saw a group, or single snake(s). At that very moment, I went into shock, but this time i knew i was in shock. My mouth opened and closed very quickly, and I just went running. I wasn’t always the best runner, but that was the fastest, and furthest I had ever ran in all my years as a teenager.

All these experiences have set me back very far. Snakes are the reason I don’t go biking at my dad’s biking trail. Snakes are the reason I avoid man types of wilderness, simply because i’m afraid one of them is going to jump out at me. Any time a snake pops up on a show like fear factor, survivor, wonder showzen, and every other show, I have to close my eyes, or turn the channel. I just can’t stand the sight, or thought of them.

So, that’s why i’m afraid of snakes.

In recent months, I’ve seen a lot of real big pussies sitting up on their high horses, speaking of what a real man is, and more often than not, they are simply speaking for women, saying nothing but what the women want to hear.

These statements have come solely from men whose primary audience are women, specifically the overweight, and angry breed. These are the women who accept what the host is saying as the very minimum. However, reasonably decent women also pay attention to these guys, as the statements of these guys also appeal to them.

Who are the guys spreading these false ideas? The usual suspects: Dr. Phil, Daytime Court Judges, Maury Povitch, Montel Williams, some of those broads from the view, writers for askmen.com, etc.

What do they think a real man is? Basically, someone who will sacarfice all of his personal preferences, and money for women. They’ll say real men don’t need porn, always pay on dates, will stay with his girlfriend even if she gets pregnant against his wishes, will marry his girlfriend if she gets pregnant, doesn’t need sex, etc. Pretty much anything a man can sacarfice to a women under any circumstances will define what a real man is according to these guys. They’ll also try to link some religious belief in with what a real man will do.

So what is a real man?

Someone with a penis, and facial hair that grows in by itself. It doesn’t matter how they’ll handle a situation, or what they’ll do for women. What those talkshow hosts believe is a real man, is only a chivalrous man. A chivalrous man is no more, or no less of a man than the non-chivalrous men.

Unless the chivalrous man chops off his penis, then he’s probably less of a man.

A while back I saw this thread on wht. So, I had no choice but to add him to my buddy list, and wait for him to get online so I could talk to him.

The following conversation took place a minute ago:

[16:19] sdrawkcab yekim: FBI is coming to your house.
[16:19] sdrawkcab yekim: hacking!
[16:20] banksbil: good
[16:20] sdrawkcab yekim: You is hacking!
[16:20] sdrawkcab yekim: FBI is coming to your house!
[16:20] banksbil: lol
[16:20] sdrawkcab yekim: You hack cia.gov
[16:20] sdrawkcab yekim: dod.mil
[16:20] sdrawkcab yekim: whitehouse.com
[16:20] banksbil: ok
[16:20] sdrawkcab yekim: Broken many laws!
[16:20] banksbil: right
[16:21] sdrawkcab yekim: http://users.chartertn.net/tonytemplin/FBI_eyes/
[16:21] sdrawkcab yekim: this is your computer!
[16:22] banksbil: who are you
[16:22] sdrawkcab yekim: i’m donald rumsfeld.
[16:22] banksbil: lol
[16:22] sdrawkcab yekim: http://www.defenselink.mil/bios/rumsfeld.html
[16:22] sdrawkcab yekim: that is me!
[16:22] sdrawkcab yekim: that photo is old though.
[16:23] banksbil: bye
[16:23] sdrawkcab yekim: ever since i body slammed the webmaster, he refuses to take my photo
[16:23] banksbil: bye
[16:23] sdrawkcab yekim: where the fuck are you going?
[16:23] sdrawkcab yekim: You can’t go anywhere. The CIA is coming to YOUR HOUSE!
[16:23] banksbil: lol
[16:24] banksbil: bye
[16:24] banksbil: fuck off
[16:24] sdrawkcab yekim: you’re gonna get all kinds of rape in prison.
[16:24] banksbil: and die
[16:24] sdrawkcab yekim: yep, you’ll probably die too.
[16:25] banksbil: you fuck off and die
[16:26] sdrawkcab yekim: i don’t think you’ll be doing much fucking off.
[16:27] banksbil: let me guess you want access to my servers?
[16:27] sdrawkcab yekim: Yes I do!
[16:28] sdrawkcab yekim: We want all your 0day brute force haxorage scripts0rs
[16:28] sdrawkcab yekim: !
[16:28] banksbil: FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!
[16:28] sdrawkcab yekim: No No NO my friend!
[16:28] sdrawkcab yekim: Fuck YOU!
[16:29] banksbil: BYE
[16:29] sdrawkcab yekim: Hello!
[16:29] sdrawkcab yekim: FBI coming to your house!
[16:29] banksbil: NOP
[16:29] sdrawkcab yekim: YES!
[16:29] banksbil: NOP
[16:29] sdrawkcab yekim: there’s an E on the end of that word if it’s correct
[16:30] sdrawkcab yekim: So you’re not right!
[16:30] sdrawkcab yekim: FBI COMIGN TO YORU HOUSE TO NIGHT!
[16:32] banksbil: i work with the fbi before……… hmmmmmmmmmm this is not the way they work
[16:32] sdrawkcab yekim: http://www.webhostingtalk.com/showthread.php?t=481075
[16:32] banksbil: fuck you
[16:32] sdrawkcab yekim: You got any new material?
[16:34] sdrawkcab yekim: I guess not.
[16:34] sdrawkcab yekim: have a nice day

I love screwin’ with people

I don’t have many memories from age 0.01 - 8. I don’t think i learned how to think until i turned 5. However, I have been reminded of some things I did, by my parents.

When i was 3 or 4, my mom left to go to the doctor’s office, and the dad had to do yard work. She told him to watch me, so he sat me outside where i was in visibility for the duration of his work.

Well, aparently I got up to say hello to our neighbors without my dad ever noticing. I managed to make it all the way down to the end of the street without them noticing. When, my mom got home, she asked my dad where I was, and he realized he lost me. So, they went running around the neighborhood looking for me, but found me about 5 minutes into searching.

I grew up with a group of 3 people, all older than me by a few years. Michael, he was a bigger guy, found many things funny. Lee, the cool guy who had a problem lying, and Justin, the guy who moved in across the street from me. We all lived on the same street, Lee behind me, justin in front of me, and michael down the street. There were a few acquantences of theirs that i had to hang out with. Steve, a very big guy, and another guy who had the last name Powers. I didn’t get along with them for reasons I don’t remember.

I once got in a fight with the kid who had the last name powers, because he trapped me in his room where he had a snake. So, i kicked out his window cover, and jumped out. Well, he didn’t take kindly to me kicking it out, so he smacked me in the face, then i punched him in the sack, and ran back home.

I never got in a fight with steve. He was really big.

There was a guy named Martin who lived a few streets away. I hung out with him for a little while playing nintendo games. Martin was a poor kid, and unfortunantely he had to leave because his family couldn’t pay the rent.

There was a guy named Bobby who was friends with michael and justin, but lee didn’t like him. Bobby was into rap music, and basketball. We didn’t get along for a while, but we eventually became friends.

There was a girl I knew. Her name was April. She was a few years older than me, and was sometimes bitchy, but other times cool. One time when I was 12, and she was about 14, she offered to show me her boobs in exchange for this hat that I had recently obtained. A few weeks prior to this event, I had turned on HBO to watch this “real sex” show, and had seen a pair of breasts that I did not find attractive. Being a stupid little kid, I believed all boobs would look like this, so I declined.

There were a couple other popular kids named brad and chad. They were twins, and got much girls. They moved in some time when i was becoming a teenager.