Okay, This Is No Shit…

I’ve already mentioned previously that I’m really fast, mentally. Fast as in, I have often decided how to react before people around me have registered there is a thing to react to. Fast as in, I haven’t been satisfyingly startled by someone trying to prank me in … well, ever. Fast as in, I’m not even ticklish. Well okay … anyway

And I’m the security detail. I’m the one with a gun keeping an eye on things from the back. Except when I’m sleeping. I guess I’m “that guy” you don’t want to wake up because it’s scary. Yesterday, DW came to wake me up a minute before my Naptime’s Over alarm would have gone off. Then she regretted waking me up because I realized it was her as I was on the way up, with a fist at full-cock and she didn’t want a face full of it. She said something like “Geez, just don’t hit me” after I had already not.

I can come out of sleep already processing circumstances, is the point – fast enough to not knock out someone who comes to awaken me, halfway through the activity.

Also, I can see in the dark. At least, I can see way, way farther into violet hues than a lot of people I know, and I can navigate with confidence when other people are in pitch dark midnight blackness. To me, our house at night with various LED indicators and clocks etc. is never really pitch black. And last night was a bigass full moon, so I could see – not well, but I could see what was going on in the house without switching on a light.

Okay so. background storytime is over for now. This morning I woke up at 04:-something AM and heard a noise that could have been a child sneezing and/or wandering about doing potty business. No big deal. Back to sleep. A few minutes later, a noise probably from the house settling, in the vicinity of my bedroom door. No big deal. Back to sleep. Thus often interrupted, I was sleeping badly. I don’t know what woke me at 05:-something but I woke up on my side, face pointed horizontally across the bed and off toward the door. There was a person there.  About as tall as the shortest of our children.

And completely white.

And translucent.

At this point, my brain is half asleep, and half has just started going 100 miles an hour, and the whole self is about 86% of the way toward losing its shit completely. Fucking ghost, right here in my bedroom and I’m trapped under the covers.

Okay self, SITREP time. Here is a translucent, child-sized, white-including-the-clothes person, standing next to my bed. Odds were pretty small, but the sleeping part of my mind said it still could be a child. I put out an arm to grab its shoulder. Maybe it would have been a half-punch-speed grab, but I was about to start freaking out here.

My arm went straight through this thing,I kid you not. At this point, I was at a loss for an appropriate response. The wakeful part of my mind was thinking it might have been a bad idea to have reached out and grabbed at this thing, whether it had been grab-able or not.

My eyes drifted left, to where my hand had gone. The whatever-it-is followed my eyes’ motion, staying in the same place within my field of view. Floating now over the foot of my bed. Okay 100% now for-sure this is not one of my children.

I closed my eyes. It was still there with my eyes closed. This did not make me feel better.

When I wake up in a nightmare, I repeat the Lord’s name quietly to myself. It’s often as good a prayer as I can come up with, plus I figure it’s at least a nuisance to whatever spirit might have decided to come mess with me, if that’s why I’m having a nightmare. So here I am “JesusJesusJesus”ing and I realized:

I was rolling around on the bed. I had been on my side. My eye was smooshed on one side by a pillow and the eye was recovering. I told the apparition, (said silently, to myself, in my head) “now you are going to fade away. you are going to start strobing and shrinking, and shrinking” and it did.  I recognized this as mental noise, it went away, and I chilled out. No big deal. Back to sleep.

I think, if I were a little slower, I would have pitched a full-scale fit right then-and-there. But I swung an arm, then rolled over on my back. No screaming, no jumping out of bed and dragging the covers with me, no waking DW up to a freaking-out husband. Thank God it was -literally!- nothing.

You’re A Jerk, Microsoft.

Dear Microsoft,

Not everyone has unlimited data plans with their Internet Service Providers.  Your automatic update that causes the ENTIRE Windows 10 Operating System to be downloaded has sent lots of users of Windows 7 and 8 right over their data caps.

I hope this costs you millions of dollars in a class-action lawsuit.  This was a dick move 100%

Hate,

-A user who has turned off automatic SECURITY updates because you lie about what’s important in your mad desire for us to GWX

P.S. if you’re on a metered internet/data plan, you might check the data use on your computer over the last few days.

Well, That’s New.

I’ve taken it upon myself to learn enough of AutoCAD to be able to make simple objects.  I thought the learning curve for Photoshop was steep.  Compared to AutoCAD, learning Photoshop is a cakewalk.  I was beating my head against the program for a few minutes just now trying to find out what are the fundaments I need to learn, and I realized something:

I haven’t been this ignorant of anything in a long, long time.  I usually have a decent idea what I’m doing, but there is much here I have never learned before.  VERY much.  Everywhere I look there are a few dozen more options.  As I told DW the other day:

It’s like taking someone who doesn’t know how to swim or drive a car, putting them behind the yoke in an airplane and telling them, “Good luck!”

Will Wonders Never Cease?

Thanks properly belong to God of course, who designed the human body to be a self-healing machine – and who also instills the germ of wisdom in the inventive mind.

But I know a woman who underwent hysterectomy on Friday afternoon and was able to walk herself from the car to the pew before and then back to the car after church.  Because laparoscope.  Instead of slicing the abdomen open and (literally) laying the guts out on the table, these days a normal hysterectomy has two inch-long incisions and a smaller one in the belly button.  Advances in medical technology are a blessing to be sure, and in some ways it’s a good time to be alive.

More Like This, Please!

Doctor/Scientists 3D print a replacement trachea for (eventual, probably) implantation into the human body.  That’s cool for some pretty important structural problems.  Coming later (also eventually, probably): 3D printed replacement noses and ears.  That plus some new burn healing skin production stuff currently in development will save some peoples’ ability to live normal lives.

I know it is a curse to live in “interesting times” but . . . it’s kinda neat also.

Cooler Than Advertised!

One of my bosses (CO1) just got some more cool points.  I knew he was into radio controlled cars and racing.  That much was obvious from the start.  It was kinda neat that Ron Atomic came to work with us for a while. CO1 has previously made an indoor clay track for racing little cars around with his friends (and since closed it).  I knew he was working on an outdoor track recently as well.

What I did NOT know is the track he was working on is the biggest one in the country, designed by the world’s best RC car track designer, and just a few miles away.  And that, after less than a year of operation, it’s been awarded the 2014 Fuel Off Road Nationals.  Thornhill Racing Circuit – check it out on Facebook and watch some off the videos on Youtube.  This looks like some pretty big-time fun, people.

Between my boss at Thornhill and multi-gozillionaire B. Ecclestone at COA, Central Texas is really shaping up to be a veritable mecca of racing! 😀

PFM

Practically F…… Magic!

Anyone who ever got sore thumbs and killed half an hour getting their AR magazines loaded up will appreciate the following:

If you don’t understand why this is an amazing, amazing device, you have not lived a full live to date. Anyone who ever had to get ready for a day at the office that involved an hour of doing what this thing does in a few minutes will (almost) weep tears of joy and wish they had a mil-spec model made of metal, available beginning several years ago. Three-gun and serious shooting hobbyists will also see the value.

There is a niche market for this device. They will love it and I expect these will be hard to keep in stock for a while. The ammunition boxes look suspiciously purpose-built but I don’t even care.

Every Day No Days Off Gun Blog also mentions this unit that will work faster and easier, with less user intervention, but good luck getting this thing in a backpack.