All posts by Blake Swopes

Blake Swopes is a disabled former Linux Systems Administrator from Southern California. Due to chronic pain, he can no longer spend much time on a keyboard, so this site has become largely archival.

Home ownership.

Owning a house is an odd thing. You find yourself interested in things you never would have expected… Like, I just spent the last hour or two reading about attic ventilation and consulting the inspection report from when I bought the house… Or finding myself involved in conversations about trees and bushes.

I’m not sure, but I think I have a dutch gable roof, which I like the look of but may be a bad idea given that this is a windy area. My current point of irritation is, I think, a barrel dormer vent, which is noisy as all fuck in windy conditions. I’m not sure if the vent needs to be closed off or modified, or if maybe there’s a fan inside that vent which is getting blown the wrong way and complaining… I’ve asked my folks to send their roofer over to take a look. I hope he can find an answer.

I should find a way to measure the wind that is hitting my house.

December 19, 2008

Got in this morning and found someone had taped up Matt’s chair. I grabbed the tape and penned the chair in so it wouldn’t get away… went off to the company meeting and asked around about the chair.

Seems Kenny had found the tape and just needed to do something with it.

So we found ourselves back over there, and I commented that I wanted to tape the 3 mice on his desk together. So I held them while Jason taped them… and then Jason went to fucking town… While Kenny got our security guy to print up quarantine signs… End result is this…

http://www.flickr.com/photos/golden_eternity/archives/date-posted/2008/12/19/

Normally someone has to do something to deserve this treatment… like take a vacation. Our old Executive Director asked what Matt had done and I answered “he wasn’t here early enough”. He seemed impressed.

So now we’ve put the fear of god in people who show up after 9am. Damn slackers.

Dec 2, 2008

I reach the top of the santa susana pass on the 118 and I see a gorgeous red sunrise, the valley clothed in clouds, and the cross glowing away in front of it all. I so wish I had my camera and a place to stop and take a photo that wasn’t the shoulder of the freeway.