Monthly Archive for July, 2010

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Strappin’ on Mah BBQ Gear, I Gots a Hankerin’

I’m an old pigman with some meat in my hand
Hate carryin’ sauce to the BBQ stand
I’m a slicker who has roasted a pig
Put it in the ground and danced a jig
And let the butcher cut the ribs real big
Yippie yi yo kayah

I do like to cook meat over an open fire. Even though I have roasted a whole pig all day in a pit, I want that fire to be easy, so I use propane in a nice neat grill. Using the Grillslinger from RedEnvelope.com is the easy way to keep track of all my tools.

And while getting a whole hog on the hoof was exciting for Nancy and her friend Joanne (kinda exciting?) I really prefer to let her buy the pork in nice neat little packages.

I’m especially fond of Butt Wholes.

The Grillslinger is a must-have for every serious (okay and unserious)  BBQer.  It bugs the heck out of me to tote all the tools and seasoning/sauce  needed out to the grill. Invariably, I forget something, or my hands are full and I sit something down to take a sip of an adult beverage and forget where I sat it down.

Carrying a tray with four dogs all trying to get out the door at the same time as me is just askin’ for a disaster.

I gots me a Grillslinger! It’s a belt that has holsters like the wild west. And. AND! It comes with a super grill knife, tongs, and spatula.  Plus there is plenty of other places to stash other necessary tools and seasoning.

RedEnvelope.com has a lot of neat gadgets for guys.

When I start drinking Miller Chill again, I’ll be looking for a way to match up the Grillslinger with the Beer Holster…

Do Not Buy The Cisco Valet Router

I can’t say it any plainer.

Don’t even think about buying the Cisco Valet or Cisco Valet Plus router.

This is the router that has been advertised as the idiot’s answer to setting up a home/small office wireless network.

Well that is a totally bogus claim.

Here’s what they say in their advertising:

Set Up in Minutes

Simply insert Valet’s included Easy Setup Key to launch Cisco Connect software, breeze through the simple screens, and you’re wireless.

Here is the truth:

Set up in SIXTY minutes.

Simply insert Cisco Valet Easy Setup Key, then call Cisco tech support who will tell you to remove it while they stay on the line to walk you through a brazilian steps to install your network settings and WPAs and WEPs and user names and passwords.

Lightning fried our Netgear router. Even with a power strip, it just died. It had been chugging along ever since we installed our Big Ass Tee Vee. Stable and strong, never a blip or loss of signal.

Rather than pay the $39 for 30 minutes of tech support from Netgear to try to revive it (all the lights were kaput),  I decided it was time to replace it. Figuring I could pickup a similar Netgear router for about SIXTY bucks, I headed into the night to buy a new router.

This tech blogger describes it perfectly:

Even for seasoned tech journalists like us, setting up a router can be a chore: try as companies might to make the process easier, it’s too often fraught with confusing instructions and jargon (think WPA2 and WEP) that’s likely to scare off the average user.

(Emphasis mine)

I’m a little above average. I have set up two routers before. But it had been two years since my last router setup. This is the knowledge one doesn’t retain. So I needed simple. Please make my life simple:

  • Tuesday night simple.
  • Nancy had been without internet for hours simple.
  • It was 7 p.m. simple.

My first stop was Office Depot where the Cisco Valet caught my eye. I  remembered seeing all the ads and reading all the great reviews.

The tagline on the box,

Home wireless made easy

and the clean, Mac-like design did me in.

There were two models, the Cisco Valet and the Cisco Valet Plus. No explanation of why one cost $40 more than the other. I was told by the clerk the range was better on the Plus, so I sprang for the $129.99 – $20 trade-in.

What a big, huge, mammoth, super-sized mistake.

I plugged in the key and blammo, hit a wall that had me calling tech support within minutes of cracking the box.

Their first plan of attack REMOVE THE WIRELESS KEY.

Think Raj when you read this:

Yes, Mr. Bixty, I ville assits you vith your vouter. It ville be my pleasure. Please REMOVE THE WIRELESS KEY.

I flipped out! I lost it.

I read the box top to her: “Home wireless made easy with Cisco Connect key.”

I yelled at her. A lot. I cussed. I raved. All the dogs went to their crates. Nancy stayed up past her bedtime as a show of support. (I appreciate that dear.)

Yes, Mr. Bixty, I ville assits you vith your vouter. It ville be my pleasure. Please REMOVE THE WIRELESS KEY.

My desktop and modem are in one room, the router is in the center of the house for better reception around the acreage. The cable is fished through the walls. So I had to do the setup with the laptop with a dead battery sitting on top of the clothes washer near the router installation.

You know the drill: unplug the router, unplug the modem, take out the battery back up in the modem, lose the phone call because we get our phone service through the cable company, get a call on cell phone, put battery back in, plug modem back in, plug router back in. Control panel, click, right click, click, open, OK, close, open browser, put in IP address, shutdown, restart. Walk. Walk. Walk. Talk. Talk. Talk.

Rinse and flippin’ repeat, SIXTY times.

All the while that little wireless key was taunting me. I could hear it saying “neener, neener, neener” with a Bangladeshy accent.

It took over SIXTY minutes to install this idiot-proof, but very expensive router.

Do not buy the Cisco Valet Wireless router.

You hab been varned.

Reliving My Coke Addiction and How Science is Just Killin’ Me

Catch Her in the Wry wrote about her addiction to Coke and longed for the good old days when Coke came from a coffin.

where you pulled out the bottle, dripping with condensation, popped the cap on the built-in opener, and took a swig on a hot summer day. There was nothing better than the burn of that first sip.

Yup. Me too. Except for the addition part. I have cut way back on Coke and tea because they stain my teeth so bad. I’ve gone to the white drinks: Sierra Mist and 7up or the yellow drinks: Mello-yello and Mountain Dew.

All diet drinks of course (more on that later.)

My dad had a Coke machine at the mill and it was my job to keep it filled.
Model 39 Coke Machine 10 cents

It looked like this, but I’m pretty sure it was 5 cents back in the ’50s. It dispensed those little green bottles of addiction via a giant wheel. Pushing the lever rotates the wheel and the bottle appears behind the little door-in-the-door. The design was pretty ingenious because the holes were offset enough that the second bottle was insight but not within grasp.

I always kept a dozen or so bottles in the very bottom so that when I refilled it, a hot Coke would never be sold. Coke – only Coke – was in the machine.

I stacked crates of empties  somewhere else for The Coke Guy to pickup. Sometimes I  pee’d in the bottle just to be ornery.

Coke also was part of my after school routine. The school bus stopped in front of Shenefield’s Standard gas station. Very similar to Wally’s in Mayberry. There even was a pit in the back of the station where a car could drive over so the mechanic could climb down a ladder to do service.

Lloyd’s dad sold 16 ounce bottles of Coke. He would open them and hand them across the display case of cigarettes, cigarette papers, chewing tobacco, cigarette lighters, cigars, Sen-sens, and other traveler essentials.

We would chug about half the bottle and then burp our way out the door.

He put in a coffin type cooler and we could shove in our coins and help ourselves to the smaller and more expensive Coke.

When the neighborhood gang could stay out later, we would ride our bikes down to the truck repair place that had a vertical pop machine that was outdoors.

With a glass and bottle opener in hand, we would pop the tops and release the bounty within to flow into our glasses. The only disadvantage was there would only be two rows of Cokes. That meant in our gang of four, the first two to arrive in the dark of night would get the Coke. The other two would get Royal Crown.

Of course, we drained and drank all the bottles – even the Hires Root Beer and Faygo Orange.

Damn, we were a devious bunch of punks.

Diet Drinks

I learned today that half my health problems may be because I  did the “right thing” and switched to diet Coke and diet gum and diet tea…

  • Headaches,
  • Hearing Loss, (check)
  • Anxiety attacks,
  • Loss of taste, (check)
  • Joint Pain, (check)
  • Vertigo,
  • Tinnitus, (check)
  • Irritability, (check)
  • Dizziness,
  • Muscle spasms,
  • Rashes,
  • Depression,
  • Fatigue,
  • Seizures,
  • Dizziness,
  • Tachycardia,
  • Insomnia,
  • Breathing difficulties

K8 has a scary post about the horrible side-effects of artificial sweetener.

Crisps, diet (‘zero’) drinks, chewing gum, diet yoghurts, artificial sweeteners, breakfast cereals, aspartame, aspartame, aspartame. It’s in sugar-free children’s medications, in a bid to prevent tooth-rot. It’s in 1200 of the products you consume, and it’s very slowly mucking up our genetics and making us say things like… ‘isn’t it funny how people are dropping like flies with cancer these days?’

Ignorance is bliss.

Thank you for reading.

Now forget about it and have a Coke and a smile.

Geeky Animated Gif Monday

Where’s Popeye when I need him?

The two day trip down the river made me punchy. Twenty nine miles.

Yuk. Yuk. Yuk.

(so punchy, I couldn’t even get the date right!)

My Souvenirs from 29 Miles- 2 days – on the Green River


I’m taking some crap from daughter because she says kayaking is redneck.

Meh.

Anything done by rednecks is redneck -

  • riding horses
  • golf
  • hiking
  • biking

She won’t be convinced otherwise,  enjoying nature by paddling a river that runs through a National Forest isn’t exclusive to rednecks.

Some of the kayaks in our group cost $1000+ and the gear was top of the line stuff. Including the photography gear. The price of something doesn’t make it any more/less redneck… afterall, mud bogging isn’t a cheap hobby.

I know I packed my finest:

Rocks or Water – Kayak powered by Maker’s Mark Bourbon

Damn clever name if I do say so myself! And adding the logo to the side of my kayak was pure genius – because when there are 30-40 kayakers, it’s impossible to remember names. Now I’m either “that Sixty guy” or “Maker’s Mark guy.”

OK, back to the redneckness of kayaking rivers. She does have a point when she says camping on the side of the river is a pretty redneck thing to do.

And it was damn fun.

The unrednecks stay in campgrounds with running water, showers, and flush toilets. And loud music, televisions, and motorcycles.

I made some more Kayak Memories:

  • saw an awesome spring fed grotto that we entered by kayaking past massive sand walls. The spring was coming from below the bluffs on the back part of the grotto. Bone-chilling cold water on a 98 degree day. Breathtaking. Literally.
  • kayaking 30 feet back into a cave – tons and tons of rock a foot above our heads.
  • camping within yards of the opening of a cave.

These memories will be with me. My souvenirs: a broken nail and blister will go away. And I’m fairly certain I will be able to extend my fingers again.

29 miles in about 8 hours paddling with a current that varied between “shit this is sloooooowwwwww” to “nice flooooooooooooow.”

Going Like 3.625 (mph). And loving it.