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Archive for October, 2002

Burn, baby, Burn!

Posted by jetblack on October 30th, 2002

My monitor finally pissed me off enough to force a purchase of a new one. It started cooking some of the dust that had collected on top of it and what I thought was smoke turned out to just be burning dust. Hell, I’ve had this monitor for almost four years, now, back since 1998, when my other monitor died one afternoon. I’ve had my eye on a nice flat panel LCD display for a while, and since I’ve come into a little bit of money, I went over to Fry’s and picked up the ViewSonic 19 inch TFT screen. I also picked up a monitor stand/swingarm, as I’ve never really liked or been satisfied with the height of my other monitor, forcing my neck to be at a constant down angle instead of it being level with my head. On top of the new monitor and stand, my new Belkin KVM switch came in the mail on Monday, do with all the new stuff sitting on my desk.

About a year ago, I picked up a Belkin OmniCube 4-port switch on eBay for about 40 bucks. Now, for those of us who’re aware of how much these things cost, at 40 bucks it was a fucking steal. The 4-port switches tend to be around $125+, so naturally I just took the risk. Caveat emptor and all that. Anyway, I’ve been really happy with it, and even though I abuse the living shit out of it, it’s held up pretty well. Unfortunately, in the recent weeks, the ps/2 mouse port on the front of it started to go. It would work on one computer, but not the other. In troubleshooting it a little bit, I decided that maybe I abused it a little too much and I went online and priced brand new Belkin switches. The model that was comparable but their latest and greatest, retailed for roughly $129. But, this switch did not offer much in the way of USB connection. The top-of-the-line model Belkin switch (for home users like me) was actually closer to $200. Since both my boxes have USB ports, I wanted to take advantage of that, thinking that that was the problem. Heh, much to my dismay, it turns out the it was something about the way the switch sends the mouse signal to the computer, so the one machine that wouldn’t recognize the mouse was just being a little bitch. I spent $200 to diagnose that problem, but since I now had two switches, I donated the old one to the apartment’s little tech pile, and ended up trading it out to Todd’s little brother Jody for some spare parts.

Anyway, barring the switch madness, this week has been pretty much a burnfest. I have so many doramas to burn that I had to go out and buy two more spindles of CDs, plus a couple of clear thin cases, so I can use them to send out Beautiful Life and Majou no Jouken to , as well as Star no Koi and Great Teacher Onizuka to a couple of friends on the east coast. Turns out that now that I have an external industrial burner, I could consider starting up a little side business to distribute doramas at cost. :) That would be cool, if I could just charge the cost of the CDs, plus shipping, and a little bit to cover wear/tear on the drive. Eh, but after this, I’m about done with burning for a while. I’m sick of looking at the Nero screen :p

Wednesday morning, though, I get to go to my sister’s house to pick up my couch and kitchen dining table. It would be nice to actually have some furniture in the apartment, besides the bed and desk in my room, that is.

Oh, boy. It’s taken the Giants forty-eight years for them to actually prove contention for the World Championship. In 1989, as I’ve mentioned, they were pretty much swept by the Oakland Athletics in four games, and ever since then, it’s always been such a disappointment to watch San Francisco in the postseason. Either they flub a play, or their pitching is sub-par. This year, though, it’s been like watching a dream come true. While the Angels are proving to remind me of exactly why they’re the American League champs, I’m hoping they’ll end this series right here and now. The Angels have waited forty-four years, but we’re been waiting longer, and I think this year it ought to the be the Giants.

On a less national perspective, it’s a hard thing to swallow when you realize who your friends truly are. I’ve met and gotten to know quite a few people in my time, and I think that after a certain point, you get to understand their true colors after a while. I think I got a little taste of that today, when it came to me that someone whom I thought was a friend, really was just nothing more than an acquaintance who chats when it’s convenient, uses me when it suits them, and then proceeds to stab me in the back to boost their image. This kind of behavior doesn’t go unnoticed, even in the online world, and eventually (as I’ve said before) it does cross my desk once in a while. Under normal circumstances, I would confront this person, but to be perfectly honest, I decided that I could care less about this person, and it just is not worth my time anymore.

With that said, I’m watching the rest of this game, rooting for the home team, and hoping they bring home some World Series rings.

Fortune Favors the Bold

Posted by jetblack on October 21st, 2002

There was a definite intention to get back to writing this week. For those of you who actually take an interest in my work, you should know that after six solid weeks of nonstop writing, I promised myself a week off to recharge the old creative batteries. It’s important to any writing process that you be at your best when writing, and as I read and reread Dallas, I can see the signs of my creativity in decline. I’m not overly happy with the story, but for now I’ll leave it as it is. Until it’s printed within a book, all softcopy, to me at least, forever remains in a malleable state. In the week off, I’ve been thinking about how to approach Excelsior, and in doing so, I managed to bang out story ideas for Fearless, Gallant, and the H-ship story.

This week is also the week of the World Series, where my San Francisco Giants are appearing for the third time in forty years to try and take the world championship title from the Anaheim Angels. My baseball fandom extends to my childhood, where my father and I would go to Giants games at old Candlestick Park. My dad an I didn’t have a whole lot of good memories when I was growing up, but I can always look back at the times when we jumped in with both feet into a shared interest and bonded with one another as we had never done before. This is the reason why every April, I take him to a Giants game for his birthday, as a reminder of the times we shared in the past. With him now living up near Lake Tahoe, it’s really difficult to get out to see him or for him to come down and see me, so it makes that game even more special for me. Baseball never fails to bring us together, even if it’s to debate over a topic within the sport. Football was a sport I shared with my grandfather, a man who I spent the first decade of my life with and looked up to him like a father… but baseball is for me and my dad. So let’s go Giants, and here’s to another great season next year. I’m looking forward to April ‘03 already.

Also this week, the rest of the major yard work for one of my friends. Todd and I spent most of the day in his backyard, pulling weeds and also cutting the roots that were sticking up out of the ground. I’ve roto-tilled before, and let me tell you that when a till gets a hold of an unseen root, it doesn’t feel very good to be at the controls as the vibration shakes the hell out of you. Todd surprised me, though, using his tenacity toward a project and really working hard. I had to pull him away and so did my friend. He wanted this really stubborn tree root, but he looked as though he were about to collapse. This was after almost nine hours of working with a lunch break in between. His shirt was drenched in sweat. Hopefully tomorrow we will be able to finish. Also tomorrow, Todd has a job interview at a credit union locally, so I’m sending him the good luck vibe in the hopes that he will ace the interview and get the job that he so desperately needs.

Later on this week, I will be called back to cover the five hour spread between day and night shift, as my co-worker’s dad had a heart attack, and he’ll have to drive up to Salem to be with his family as his dad goes under the knife for bypass surgery. Instead of enjoying my week off, I’ll be working Wednesday and Thursday (missing Enterprise and Friends, bleh) from seven to midnight. Sucks because I have my regular shift at nine in the morning on Friday, and I won’t be getting home until after midnight Friday morning. Load of suck.

To a friend of mine who’s having some concerns about her actions: Fortune favors the bold. I’ve said it time and time again… if you’re going to be damned, then be damned for who you really are. You cannot go wrong by being yourself.

You Should Not Go Too Long without a Good Rant

Posted by jetblack on October 20th, 2002

It goes without saying to a certain extent that being the administrator of any kind of game is pretty much a thankless job. Utterly and completely thankless might be a more appropriate way to put it. To me, being an administrator something that has its ups and downs, but more downs than ups, due to the type of people that usually frequent such places. Being an administrator, in short, is often enough something that I would not wish upon my worst enemy.

My experience as an admin goes way back in time. I began my life as a MU*er back in late 89/early 90. MUDs were pretty much all that there were back then. Prior to that, though, I was running a BBS off of a friends computer, where we both SysOp’ed. When you have a callerbase like that BBS had way back then, you got a taste of the whining and complaining that can really ruin your day. Once you enter into the foray of Internet text gaming, it’s not that much of a switch. My first MU* admin experience came back on a small game known as StarTrekMOO (now known as HoloTrek), where I served at various times as a wizard and a role-play shepherd. Following my taste of code and working with players, I ventured over to another game, Farpoint, and then I created my own game, The Nexus, in 1996. From there, we spawned Hope Station, Dragon’s Dusk, and eventually Where No One Has Gone Before.

Such as it is today, where you have a large number of people all asking and begging for an upper hand over the rest; WNO has not always been like this, and in fact there are times where it can get downright rewarding on a larger level. Since April of 1998, when we began throwing the concept around and such, I don’t think I could have possibly imagined that it could get as large as it is today. Now that it has reached some rather astonishing numbers, along with the popularity comes the constant microsociological problems. I don’t want to get off on a rant, here, but I think it’s these problems that make me want to distance myself from any of the players on any level beyond the typical player-wiz relationship. I’ve been accused of playing favorites, which is pretty much a claim without any merit whatsoever. If I’m an asshole to one, I’m an asshole to all. See, I’ve already been down the road of being too chummy with the players. It makes administrating difficult to have to disappoint people further by making an attempt to be friends. It’s much easier if you keep the distance and make the hard decisions without having to worry about the personal impact. This is a game, but games have rules or else they’re pretty much not worth playing anymore. We set down policies and procedures, and we create rules and regulations to keep it a fair playing field. The path of the MU* administrator is a long and lonely one, but someone has to walk it.

One of the attitudes on the game that does tend to irritate me comes from the nature to gossip, rumor, backstab, and make claims without substantiation. Someone hears something, it gets them all riled up, and suddenly they don’t like someone because of that rumor. That’s the most illogical piece of bullshit I’ve ever had to encounter in my time, but it’s the truth. And it’s pretty much a sad affair. Some people are just naturally predisposed and others take an even strain, but it’s the people belonging to the former who have a louder voice among the whole than those of the latter. With the amount of players on the game, many of them feel it necessary to brag or make statements of their social position on the game. This is pretty much harmless to the players, but it’s also a very damaging claim to make against the administration. This is in essence a claim saying that the admins do play favorites, and the insinuation is all that’s necessary for a large debate or complaints to be lodged. No one checks the facts anymore, it’s more about the rage and the movement to do something or say something likened to the claim. Fighting to hang onto a certain image is pretty much a losing battle, but any admin has to endure the constant statements and being burned in effigy without any sort of chance to respond. I’ve been a witness to many a good person being torn down based on rumor. It has to stop sometime.

As administrators, we’re not perfect. Far from it. But in the time that I’ve been one, I’ve been as just as I can possibly be. I’ve not always made decisions that will put smiles on people’s faces, but as far as the letter of the law/policy/rule/regulation was concerned, I believe that I have always interpreted it in the best interest of the whole.

This is all open to debate (as I’m sure it already has been), but then, I’m the one sitting in my seat and I’m the one walking in my shoes. It’s very easy for players to play armchair wizard and objectively comment, but it’s quite another task to actually administrate a game with this many players and make every single player happy.

The one thing about rumors and gossip is that it gets around. If you think that you can say something one day and I won’t hear about it by the end of the week, you’re sorely mistaken. Gossip travels at warp speed. Eventually, I will hear about it, because people can’t help but be gossips. So, my challenge to those who would sneak around and speak ill of the WNO admins in a cowardly fashion is this: Stop sneaking around in page or channels and come get me. I dare you to come forward, make your stand, and take me on. But you had better come at me with something more than rumor and speculation, and you had better come at me with cold and hard facts. Woe betide anyone who makes an accusation without the truth. I will not be anything less than brutal with that person. This is not a threat. It’s the truth.

I will acknowledge right here and now that we do have problems and I’m aware of them. But most of the players who gossip love to point out the problems and admonish us for not doing anything about them. Okay, sure, that’s your right, but is it really getting you any closer to solving it? Fuck, no. If anything, it’s just making you feel better about venting or ranting or perhaps making you seem more important to your peers, but it does nothing other than that. My suggestion is that if you have a problem, nine times out of ten, bringing to our attention will get you closer to solving it than not. I’ve said it time and time again, be a part of the solution rather than contributing to the problem. If you don’t care enough to do that, then shut the fuck up and let someone else do it. And if you don’t like that, then leave. No one, in any group, likes a whiner who doesn’t act.

Of course, that’s just my opinion. I could be wrong.

WOOT!

Posted by jetblack on October 14th, 2002

2002 National League Champions! Way to go, Giants!!!!

A Refund might Be in Order

Posted by jetblack on October 12th, 2002

http://www.fanfiction.net


Oct 11th, 9PM PST, 12AM EST
FanFiction.Net will be down until 10/12/2002 12PM PST for previously scheduled maintenance.

So does this mean that it should have come back up at noon PST? Or are the morons at ff.net telling us that they don’t know how to tell time?

<i>Dallas</i> and <i>Excelsior</i>…

Posted by jetblack on October 12th, 2002

Last night, I put the finishing touches on Dallas and was about to post the short story when I went over to FanFiction.net and they had a little sign up: Oct 11th, 9PM PST, 12AM EST FanFiction.Net will be down for approximately 6 hours for previously scheduled maintenance. I’m not sure if anyone over at ff.net bothered to check the time, but it’s about almost ten in the morning over here in California, and I think that’s far outside the six hour maintenance window they had intended. Since I pay money for that service, you would think they’d be kind enough to update their main page with some current information. It’d be nice to set my expectations accordingly.

Anyway, yesterday was pretty busy for me, after coming to realize that this particular short story was the longest in the series so far, coming to a total of 15,300+ words. Agamemnon was just a little bit under 15,000, but I think that was due to the HTML entries, making it a lot less than fifteen thousand and closer to fourteen thousand. Point is, that after fifteen thousand words, it ceases being a short story and enters into the recognized range of a novella. I had never really intended to write a series of novellas… I’m not sure I have enough creativity for a series of novellas. I am very happy with the way that Dallas turned out, as is my roommate, who is my first critic and editor. He told me that he really liked it, though he believes the ending would be enough for readers to come hunt me down and kill me for ending it in such a fashion. I can promise right here and now that though my intention was for death and destruction, there is none of the former and a little bit of the latter within the final draft of the story.

Now that Dallas is done, the next is going to be called Excelsior and will include some characters from a previous story a little bit more than I had with Dallas.

Uh… scary

Posted by jetblack on October 7th, 2002

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/sci/tech/2306945.stm

Apparently, there’s a tenth planet in our solar system. Scary thing is that I sort of predicted this in my Hope Station timeline… and actually, this whole Iraq war thing is also scaring the piss out of me because it’s also in the history of Hope, though it was supposed to happen in 1999. ;) Go figure.

The Day of Errands

Posted by jetblack on October 7th, 2002

This morning I got awoken by a nightmare involving Todd, Jody, and my soon-to-be ex-wife Stephanie. I don’t recall the gist of the dream, but I do know that I woke up very nearly screaming. In short, I was relieved it was a dream, but I’m wondering if it was premonitory, as Jody is staying with us this week.

I’ve been putting off a whole bunch of errands lately, including laundry and getting my haircut, so while I’m running around to go get the divorce papers that require my signature, I’m going to go shave my head down to a less unattractive look and then maybe I’ll clean out my car. The apartment needs a little bit of a cleanup, so since Jody is here this week, I’m going to press him into service and do a little vacuuming.


1. Name – Michael D. Garcia
2. Age – 26
3. Where do you live – Silicon Valley, California
4. Birthday – June 19th

~Look (direction) what do you see….?~

5. Left – Television, Playstation 2, Satellite Receiver, DVD player, VCR, Alarm Clock, Anime wallscrolls.
6. Right – Printer, KVM Switch, Webcam, Window fan, cell phone charger, stacks of CDs.
7. Up – The Ceiling.
8. Down – Keyboard, trackball, Star Trek Encyclopedia opened to page 644, half-empty tall glass of iced tea.
9. What’s on your floor? – Two feet with five toes a piece, garbage can, my multiple computers, my open cd library.

~Anime~

10. List three Anime characters you like – Only three?
11. If you could have any Anime power in the whole Anime universe, what would it be? – Tendou Akane’s MalletSpace(tm).
12. Favorite Anime? – This changes from moment to moment, but my favorite RIGHT NOW is Full Metal Panic.
13. Dubbie or Subbie? – Sub.
14. Have you ever been to an anime convention? – Yep.
15. What was it’s name? – Anime Expo (1996-2000, 2002), Fanime (1997-1998, 2001)
16. Do you cosplay? – No.
17. Who have you cosplayed as? – Not applicable.
18. Who would you like to cosplay as? – Kamidake from Tenchi Muyo.

~Final Fantasy~

19. Which Final Fantasies have you played? – FF6, FF7, FF9
20. Which one is your favorite? – Final Fantasy 6
21. Least favorite? – Final Fantasy 7, save me from the bulb-hands!
22. Favorite character? – Celes.
23. Least favorite character? – Kefka.
24. Favorite summon/GF/Aeon/whatever? – Ifrit
25. Which character from any Final Fantasy would you be, if givin the chance? – Locke the Treasure Hunter.
26. Have you ever played Kingdom Hearts? – I will this week.
27. What do you think of it? What do I think of it? – I’ll tell you later.
28. If Final Fantasy is so ‘final’ then why is there so many games of it? – Because it’s the last RPG series you’ll ever want to play. :p
30. Do you like Cid? – Who doesn’t?
31. What do you think of the Final Fantasy movie? – I thought it was pretty good for the attempt, and I’m saddened to hear that Square Films went poof.

~Ending questions~

32. Did you like this survey? – Could have been better.
33. Are you a geek? – I do not bite the heads off of chickens.
34. What is your favorite video game, other than Final Fantasy? – Gensou Suikoden
35. *restores your MP and HP* – Mmmkay.

<i>Constitution</i>

Posted by jetblack on October 6th, 2002

Last night, I finished Constitution, which was one of the more challenging short stories I’ve had to write. I think I feel far more comfortable when writing in the post-TNG era of Star Trek then I do writing pre-historical stories dealing with the construction of the Constitution-class starship. The end of that story left me feeling as though I had chickened out with the intention of the message I wanted to send. Next time the random number generator lands on the pre-TOS era, I think I’m going to redo it, because it was like pulling teeth and every time I read I just recall the sense of complete confusion over dealing with it.

The next installment of The Quarterdeck Breed will be named Dallas and is a mid-Dominion war story about a ship trying to return to the Federation after carrying out a reconaissance mission. There’s death and destruction in this one, for the fans of my horror shorts (The Taking of the USS Venture and The Face of the Smiling Vulcan) who keep telling me that they miss that in my writing. It’s true, I’ve managed to write three whole short stories without introducing a character death. War stories are good for that, but even more so, I had the opportunity to watch The Siege of AR-558 last night on television, and it reminded me that there have not been any really good and moving stories about the loss of life suffered during that conflict with the Dominion. Dallas will hopefully turn out to be a lot longer and more personable than the last three, if I can manage to pour into it what I want to.

Each of these stories go through a series of drafts. The first draft of Agamemnon is a far cry from what’s actually published, as the evolution of writing should be, but even so, I’ve always been the kind of perfectionist writer who feels that he should get it right the first time. Oh, and also be able to write it all out in one sitting. The only story that fit that order perfectly was The Face of the Smiling Vulcan. Of course, it used to be called Wasted Chances and actually had TWO endings, but rather than rewrite it, I trimmed the second ending and that was it. The words remain unchanged and every time I look at it, I can think of nothing that I want to add, remove, or edit from it. I wish all of my writing could go as smoothly as that story did.


My first name:

You want to be productive and feel useful, and enjoy helping solve problems. You like to be busy and not waste time. You are relatively demonstrative in your affections. You enjoy being stroked verbally and physically. You are clever, inventive, imaginative and youthful. You enjoy socializing. You work hard to achieve material success through your own efforts. You have much enthusiasm with a driving attitude toward achievement in life. You can be quite inventive and quite curious. You have a diplomatic flair to your nature. Equality and fairness are important to you.

My middle name:

Your world, good or bad, revolves around your family. You are determined and loyal, and your word is your bond. You have a need to be up front. You can handle details well. You have a methodical mind. You need to learn to give and receive love for love’s sake. You have a need to be assured of affection. You need to learn to be expressive. You are a person who cannot tolerate being misunderstood. You must learn the lessons of self-worth; learn to love yourself before you can love others.

My family name:

You strive for perfection and worry when things don’t turn out just so. You enjoy doing a job well. You tend to procrastinate. You have a need to be up front. You enjoy a challenge. You can take thought-directed actions. You need to learn concentration and not to scatter your mental energies. You need to learn to give and receive love for love’s sake. You have a need to be assured of affection. You have a need to be up front.

http://miva.zodiacal.com/acro.mv (via )

I think it’s amazing that we endeavour (that one’s for ) to search for an extrasensory explanation for our personalities and how they came to be through the decision our parents’ made when they gave us two names. The above is a pretty general explanation of my personality, but some of it is pretty dead wrong, or at least, dead wrong in self-image or how I see myself acting. Then again, I’m my own worst critic, so my perception could be altered.