The first car I ever owned was a 1987 Plymouth Horizon. I think the year is right. My dad bought it for me from some crappy local used car lot. It was blue, a 4 door with a hatchback. Same body style as the Dodge Omni. Anyway, I drove that thing like crazy back in high school until finally the engine died one day, put it in some shop to have the engine rebuilt. It never did work right after that I thought. I found some guy in school that wanted to buy it, so I sold it for like 500 bucks to him, he bought it, drove to his place in Raleigh and it broke down that night. *sigh* I offered to pay to get it fixed, and he decided he just wanted his money back. so that he did, and I took the car back. I ended up with my dads old car after he got a new one, and parked the little horizon in the yard, saying i’d fix it up. That was like 10-15 years ago or so? I don’t know, a long time. And guess where it is today? Right in my backyard being used to collect rust I guess. If I can ever find the title to it I’ll sell it to a junk yard or something. I did drive it to where it rests, but it hasn’t had any love for years and years.
I had to go back through flickr to see what I’ve actually been up to. This past week I finally surpassed 15,000 pictures. I now have 15,630 pics on my flickr photostream and I’m at 58,707 views as of tonight. Not a lot to write about… I’m in more of a technical mood than a writing mood. Hopefully I can write soon
I rarely post anything work related here, but theres very little info on the net about this subject. We use sprint uplink as our caching dns servers. Their ips are 204.117.214.10 and 199.2.252.10. These are public DNS caching servers as can be found in info here: http://www.sprint.net/index.php?module=faq/dns. Within the past couple of weeks I’ve noticed unresolved domain names such as www.asldfkjawfjsadlfksjafa.com no longer give a name can’t be found error, 404 or something. Instead they go to www.seek-aid.net and seek-aid.net attempts to help you search for the result. Of course, these results are advertisements, and I’d assume seek-aid.net and whoever is routing traffic to them (in this case sprint) gets a cut of the profits. Others have verified their own upstream provider has modified their dns resovling to go to seek-aid, one example is comcast. A link to another thread about a guy finding out the service is called paxfire can be found here: http://www.castlecops.com/t166715-seek_aid_net_taking_over_my_searches.html
I have verified this by removing the sprint dns servers from our system and inserting 4.2.2.2 which is a widely known other dns server. After doing this, clearing our local dns cache and restarting dns services seek-aid.net magically disappears. I called sprint to confirm the issue. The first few people I spoke with didn’t understand the problem. I was finally able to convince someone what was going on, he said he’d look into it. About 5 people got on the line all at once and was asking me what was the error. I said well that’s the problem. I’m not getting an error. I’m getting this seek-aid.net site. I dont want that, I want a page can’t be found error.
One guy named Jeff got on and said this is what the internet does now. It’s the internet doing it. Like the internet is some entity. I said this only occured within the past 2 weeks, he said it’s the internet. I said Well my concern is… and he cut me off and said any discussion about it doesnt matter, this is the way the internet works now. Bullshit. I don’t want our mail server resovling names that dont exist to some ad revenue site thinking it’s a valid address because it received a response. I’ve removed their ip’s from our dns, denying them ad revenue from many many people. Switched to opendns (I know, ironic) for the time being until I can find a better solution.
I guess the saying that if you die in your dream you die for real is wrong. Or perhaps I didn’t die in my dream for some reason. I don’t remember the circumstances, but I remember being outside a car kneeling down on the ground. There was someone in the car, and they had the door propped open and I was trying to get them out. A cop and his cop car were behind me and he was trying to get them out too. I guess the person in the car (i think it was a woman) was in some bad trouble, but I can’t remember what. And I was helping to get them out. Well, it appeared that the person was starting to get out of the car, but in reality she reached around the door and shot me point blank in the chest. I immediately woke up. I felt so bad, I was sweating, I just really was surprised that I woke up and everything was actually OK. I’ve had bad dreams before where something was going to happen. Like someone chasing me. And I knew when they got me they would kill me. Or falling and I knew when I hit i’d die. Things like that. But I’ve always been able to wake up before it happens. Before the person catches me, or just before I hit, or whatever. I mean those are scary as hell. I have to try and wake myself up. I attempt to scream, but as you know I’m sure you can’t scream in your sleep. I then try to move, but being in a sleeping state no matter how hard I try I usually just can’t move. I can usually end up breathing really heavy and making odd sounds until I can wake myself up by the noise. I hate those feelings, those are my nightmares. This time was different, it was all of a sudden, and it just happened. Just like that. No warning, no attempt to wake up before it happened, it was already done. Not sure what it means. Maybe I need to go eat at my favorite chinese restaurant and see, my fortune cookies are always right.
“So, how are they?”, she said as I met her glare unexpectantly. “Bouncy,” I said, looking straight into her eyes, trying not to stare below the neckline. Actually, I almost always look through the eyes. Not into. For such a pretty lady anyway. They were nice and bouncy I told her. Pleasantly bouncy, uplifting, smooth feeling, with a fresh scent even. They were just the perfect size too. Not too big, and definately not too small. She even demonstrated as she kneeled down in front of me and touched my toes. “They’re perfect”, she said. That they were. I couldn’t wait to put my feet in them. All day long. And at night, I’ll unlace them with pleasure. I need to go shoe shopping more often.
