Ubuntu Pennsylvania Planet

The Daily Newscaster story Secret Service confiscates books, buttons from Ron Paul delegates should piss you of beyond all comprehension. After reading that story, you should be so livid that you could Hulk out and start flipping tables in a manner that Jesus would appreciate.

It shouldn’t matter if you are a Democrat, a Republican, a Libertarian, a Constitutionalist, a Green, or any other party. It shouldn’t matter if you are a capitalist, socialist, communist, constitutional monarchist, or anarchist.

The sneaky confiscation of materials from any delegate to a party convention—especially a federally recognized and federally funded convention—is an abomination and every single member of the party, and any competing party, should be up-in-arms and condemning of such illicit behavior.

This isn’t the Republican party I for which I signed up, and if you’re reading my blog and you’re a Republican, I’m sure it isn’t the party for which you signed up, either.

If it is, leave the party. Go start your own neo-conservative party based around the principles of censorship, control, and centrist propaganda. Better yet, leave the U.S. and go back to from whence you came. I don’t want you here and you are probably not my friend.

I’m taking my party back, and if there is no one with me, I’m gone.

I can't believe how quickly the summer went by! As a summer recap...

Zoë has really been into sitting in the tree in our front yard. (And yes, she is still taking her purse wherever she goes...)



Zoë spent a lot of time at the pool this summer. Here she is playing the the wading pool.



And here she is lounging by the big pool.



Yesterday, she jumped into the big pool (into Kevin's arms) for the first time!

Zoë loves helping out around the house. Here she is transferring coffee beans into the cannister:



She is also really into Kevin's new glasses. Doesn't she look smart?!



Oh, and how could I forget? Zoë *loves* talking on the phone. Here she is chatting with her Memere:



But its not all fun and games. Zoë has been hard at work this summer learning how to master the puzzle. This is her 48 piece Dora puzzle! Go, Zoë, go!

Ok, so the NJ Ubuntu LoCo was having their Lan/BBQ party in two separate locations; Cherry Hill and Butler, New Jersey; connected by a server setup in Butler.

Having the opportunity to attend for a few hours, I headed over.

I had no intention of playing any games. Rather, I thought I could pursue some technical stuff while there.

My feeling had always been, computers are for computing and game consoles are for gaming. That's it. Done.

I had played games when I was younger, and was very obsessed. Hours spent with the Nintendo Entertainment System and Mario Bros. Even took my photo with the Endgame screen and sent to Nintendo Power magazine! (Still trying to find the photo to scan as proof)

Well, upon my arrival, Randy, Dave, and Joe were already there, and game playing was the only thing on their minds. What the heck, I'll give it a shot. Urban Terror. It was a BLAST. I sucked.

Then, things started to change. The Quigley clan arrived; Bryan and his two brothers. After a brief setup period, the air in the room thickened. Joe became non-responsive, as all his attention and focus was dedicated solely to his laptop. It was on!! The Quig clan was running, jumping, shooting, and sniping; Joe was murdering me from all angles and distances. I sucked worse. Even Harding, who I had only credited with the powers of bash, sed, and awk was fragging the hell out of me. Shit, I was getting killed by a Teddy Bear.

Then we started to play different games modes. The bomb game. I was on the blue team, find and defuse the bomb. At some point, we switched sides; I was so focused on killing RED people that I didn't realize I WAS A RED PERSON. Dossy I am truly sorry that I shot you, my teammate. Repeatedly. Then came the knife fight. Someone called knife fight for the next number of rounds; by the time I figured out how to choose the knife as my weapon, everybody was back to guns. That was like 6 rounds.

Somewhere in all that Lyz and Matt arrived; but honestly the gaming was going too fiercely at that point to really acknowledge their arrival. Plus time was flying, and I had a limited opportunity to play, as I had to get home to help care for my Maltese recovering from knee surgery. Four hours gone in no time.

On the ride home, I connected to the server from the van so I could spectate. As soon as I arrived home, I re-setup, got on irc and tried to entice others to join. Bstempi joined, Bts was still at work. They switched to Armegatron for a bit, so I had to download that and play that also.

Then I put on the headphones. DOH! I could hear footsteps and gunshots and other things that would help me play the game. It didn't. I still sucked. But now I know that sucking does have a sound associated with it! It sounds like bleeding to death.

FOSS - open source - open mind - have fun - I had a BLAST! Thanks everyone.

Three years ago, during Katrina, I followed a blog updated by a data center located in downtown New Orleans. They had a skeleton crew weather out the storm in the office, keeping the data center running, and updating the blog of their status, along with their observations of what was going on in the city.

This year, with Hurricane Gustav heading for New Orleans, the crew is once again staying, and blogging.

Follow along: http://gustavbloggers.com/