Archive for the ‘Personal Life’ category

Not Shooting, Not Blogging

December 9th, 2011

Having a kid ended my weekly shooting outings and I kinda stopped farting around with guns all the time so I sorta quit blogging about them.

And then changing my career from “IT Consultant” to “farmer” also upended my life a bit, but I’m still here, and I’m having fun, I just don’t blog about it much.

It’s a weird life. On Tuesday I’m talking with a guy about pumpkin seeds for a new field, varieties, genetic resistance to disease, and the next day I’m virtualizing a 7 year old server that’s on its last legs. Most of what I’m doing is still IT type work as I dig us out of a hole. We’ve always been pretty good about being high-tech at our place but I’m replacing stuff that I originally put in as a kid back in 1997. Other stuff was put in by my youngest brother when he worked there part time while in college. So, there’s a lot of work to do. It’s not bad, for a greenhouse, but it could be better. Honestly we were probably leaps and bounds beyond 98% of other shops before I even signed on. I’m just upping it to the next level.

New Point of Sale system (customizing an open source product), new network, new servers, database fail over, new labeling software, new method for processing payroll, enhancements to our time clock system, system status monitoring software, etc. Some big things, some little things, but it’s a lot of work.

But, it’s fun.

First Car Meme

October 24th, 2011

I’m bored, so I’ll pick this up. It went around the gun blogs the other week. Les chimed in, Kevin Baker did too, and so did Comrade EB Misfit as well as many others.

1. What was your first car? Model, year, color, condition?

The year was 1996 and I purchased a black 1977 Chevy Blazer. Its condition? It was over 200,000 miles, on its second engine, the guy I bought it from was no mechanic but he had remounted the gas tank after it fell off in a rear-end collision, it had no back seat left, and the driver’s side wheel well had rusted completely out. The previous owner laid a piece of plywood over the wheel to keep from getting hit in the head with mud and gravel as he drove. It got about 4 miles to the gallon and the automatic transmission’s linkage was so far off P was reverse, R was drive, and you couldn’t actually get it into ‘Park’ so I used a split log to chock the wheels if I had to park on any sort of incline for a long period of time. For short periods I just wedged a heavy-duty cardboard tube between the driver’s seat and the brake pedal. Oh, and the seatbelt mount had rusted completely out on the driver’s side. In fact the whole door frame was in dire need of repair.

It was a “fixer-upper” I guess.

2. What adventures did you have in it, good or bad?

Cripes, I could write a small book on this one, but the best story is that I acquired my 2nd vehicle after smashing into it with my 1st vehicle while exiting the student parking lot of our high school. I was in the wrong, I smashed into the car when somebody honked and I smacked the gas trying to get out of their way. My fault, I’ll pay for it. They gave me a repair bill for $1500. They only paid $500 for the car so I offered $500 to buy it. The father said the car was actually worth $1000 so I offered that up, went to the bank a few days later, got a cashier’s check, and showed up at their house. Suddenly the car was worth $1500. So I went back to the bank and got another $500 cashier’s check.

Not the smartest financial move in the world, seeing as how my legal liability was $0, but it only cost me a month’s worth the wages. Never lost any sleep over it and I can look myself in the mirror. Ya gotta wonder about the other guy though. Getting a 16 year old kid to pay you 3x what a car cost? Classy.

3. What happened to it, what’s the end of the story?

After about a year of service I drove it to the junkyard. During inspection the junkyard fellow asked how the heck I got it there. “I drove it here” was not the answer he was expecting seeing as how the driver’s side door wasn’t even closing anymore. I had to hold it in the whole way there. I got $50 for the heap. I paid $700 for it, but I got a lot of learning out of that thing with with all the repairs I learned how to do on it.

Back to the Farm

July 11th, 2011

I know I don’t blog much these days, and I’m pretty sure I’ve got a very limited readership, but I thought I’d put something up here.

At the end of the month I’m ending 11 years in IT (most of it consulting) to head back into the family greenhouse business. We’re going to begin construction on a new $7 million retail center, slightly larger than a Super WalMart or Meijer store, and make a go at it. It’ll open up in 2013.

The next few years are going to be pretty exciting.

GMail Account Hacked

April 2nd, 2011

FYI: My email account (justin.buist@gmail.com) was hacked this morning.

If you got an email from me saying I’m stuck in the UK and was just robbed at gun point that’s not me. Definitely don’t send any money to that idiot.

I’m pretty sure I know exactly how they got in. More on that later.

Baby Led Weaning

June 23rd, 2010

One of the things my wife decided on very early is that we’d go with Baby Led Weaning to get our daughter on solid foods.

And boy howdy is this fun!

Since we started this she’s had: tomato, pork ribs (I’m not kidding, that was like the 3rd thing she ever ‘ate’), watermelon, honey dew melon, nectarines (she loved those), a beef and spinach lasagna (mega love), cucumber, baked chicken marinated in teriyaki sauce (huge hit!), pineapple, broccoli, avocado, asparagus, yogurt, hummus on toast, and tonight a pickle.

I did the pickle as an experiment. While at work today a coworker told a story of his son grabbing for some very spicy food one night, taking a taste, and screaming in pain. Another guy piped up that he’d imagine a baby wouldn’t like a pickle either. So I tried it out.

She liked it! A lot!

This might change what I carry

May 9th, 2010

One of the things I did for my wife on Mother’s Day was cement in a mount for an umbrella style clothes line that we bought a couple of weeks ago.

Yeah, not the best Mother’s Day gift but it was sunny out and rain isn’t forecasted so I wanted to get it done. Previous weekends were too rainy to do it.

Now, I’ve worked with concrete before but never in such small batches. I remember early on in my childhood concrete being mixed in a wheel barrow with a shovel to turn it over. Well, I didn’t have a wheel barrow today.

So I dumped the 60lb bag into a 5 gallon bucket, tossed in half a gallon of water, and used an old skinny long paint roller (sans roller of course) to start mixing it. That worked until I got about halfway down where the water hadn’t penetrated.

So, I just stuck my hand in there and started digging around. Slopped some of it out of the bucket by hand, mixed more with my hand, added water, and got through it. Wife came out around the end of the project and said I should have just chucked the paint roller into a drill to mix it. Wish she had been there 10 minutes ago because that’s a dandy idea.

And then I went to wash up.

At this point I should mention that the water was REALLY cold and my hand went numb while in the bucket.

From Drop Box

Yeah, I tore a bit of skin off doing that. Ouch. Now my fingers are all bandaged up.

Baby Update

April 19th, 2010

So, Eleanor is just over 3 months old now. She’s to the point where she’s actually becoming her own person now which is just awesome to watch.

It’s also become pretty clear that my “control freak” thing is genetic. I swear my wife’s genes have given up at this point. She looks almost exactly like me when I was her age. Hair is going blonde, our facial profiles are the same, and she’s got giant ears that stick way out from her head.

And there’s one more thing.

She’ll probably want to kill me if I keep this post up until her teenage years, but, she’s also got a tail. Sorta. Every guy on my dad’s side of the family has a tuft of hair just above the butt crack. Really fine* blonde hair, but it’ll get to be 4″ long or so on us. Eleanor has it. No idea if it usually carries over to the women on a regular basis and I’m not going to start asking them about this on Facebook or anything.

I laughed pretty hard when the wife noticed it. It was pretty much the nail in the coffin that my genes were the winners. Called my mom right away to let her know about it too.

Right now it’s funny, but if it doesn’t go away I’m probably going to be spending some money when she’s about 12 for laser removal of lower back hair. Also, I guarantee this post is going to get pulled well before the time that she can actually read.

*: The hair is so fine on me that I can grab a handful and yank it all out without any pain. Looks painful but it isn’t.

My E&E Idea

April 5th, 2010

I’ve been doing this blog thing for nearly 7 years now and a few years ago I made the conscious decision to tone it down a bit. Getting engaged, married, and then having a kid sort of naturally mellowed me out a bit too.

Except in one area, but at least I can take comfort in knowing that even the wise and peace loving Jesus didn’t much care for those harming children either:

But if anyone causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin, it would be better for him to have a large millstone hung around his neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea. — Matthew 18:6 (NIV)

Now, personally, my take on this particular verse is that bringing any harm to a child means you’re better off dead. Not to get too theological or anything but children are basically innocent and an adult prodding them into a sinful activity is harming the child. With the passage worded the way it is as translated into modern English and taken in a void it would appear that the child is guilty of sin but I don’t take it that way and I doubt many people that have read through the Gospel a dozen or so times would either.

But, I digress, and if at this point in the post you’re thinking I’m still going to be wearing my “kinder, gentler, mellower” hat you’re wrong. You’ve been warned.

What prompted this post is that the Catholic Church is all butt-hurt (no pun intended) that people are calling BS on the practice of shuffling around child molesters to protect them and now it’s gone as high as the Pope. They’re comparing criticism of their actions to the persecution of the Jews.

Which is pretty much fucking insane.

I’m not a theologian, I never went to Seminary, and I never even went to Church all that much over the span of my life, but I’ve read the Bible a few times, especially the Gospel, and I’m pretty darned tooting sure that if you molest a kid and then go kill yourself Jesus will give you a thumbs up on that one. I know that statement might piss a lot of people off but if The Dude was down with you getting killed for getting a kid to commit a sin like, oh, lying, I’d bet His take on buggering an altar boy would be pretty harsh and not “Move to the next town, try again.”

Now, I’m using lying an example of sin there because it’s right there in the 10 Commandments. They’re often lauded as being the “serious” sins by some but I consider them God’s 10 Steps to a Long and Healthy Life. Sorry if that statement pisses anybody off, but that’s how I look at them. Stuff like child molestation didn’t even get an explicit mention. I suppose you could consider it under adultery but showing a kid a video of you buggering a donkey isn’t called out either. Technically not adultery.

Anyway, my point is that even ancient Man didn’t need to have that one spelled out to them. And we’re talking about people that fashioned themselves a golden idol to worship. Not exactly the most sophisticated bunch in the world and even they didn’t need to be told not to fuck children.

So, after all that, if you’re still with me, here’s my E&E idea for the Catholic Church. Many have proposed that dropping the celibacy requirements would help but I’m not so sure about that. I like concrete solutions to real problems and no wiggle room for failure.

Now, I assume y’all know the Vatican is technically its own country. Smallest country in the world. That means they get to set their own laws.

Step 1: Extradition. You find a guy with molestation charges after you’ve relocated him once extradite him to the Vatican.

Step 2: Execution. Millstone, rope, kiddie diddler, large body of water. Some assembly required. If you’re not sure how they fit together read what Jesus had to say.

If you think I’m off my rocker keep in mind that the above is toned way back from what I’d really like to see done to them. It’s a compromised plan to fit within the reality of today’s modern world because the only person to ever walk the peninsula we now call Italy that would have had the stomach to carry out my Plan A was Calligula and he’s long dead. Which is a good thing.

Deep Thoughts

April 4th, 2010

I think it’d be nice if we saw more people of Hispanic descent entering into professional hockey. It’s not so much that I’m concerned with a sport having equal representation among the races or anything like that. It’s just that I figure that the more Hispanics playing hockey the more likely it is that some day I’ll hear an over excited sports announcer on the TV shout, “JESUS SAVES!”

Happy Easter, folks.

Small World

March 8th, 2010

Popped into work on site at a client’s place this morning, somebody I’ve been working with for nearly 3 years, and heard, “I would have never thought you were a gun guy!”

Turns out they landed on my blog looking for information about a development framework which I have a single blog post about. It’s not very common and receives a fair amount of traffic on my site because there’s so little about it on the web. They poked around a bit and naturally figured out what this blog is really about.

No worries. Turns out my two main contacts there are CPL holders. Heh.