Author Archives: Jeremy Cole

Once Again

Apparently, my Jeep is a petty thief magnet. Last night, someone went through my glove box and such again, once again finding nothing to steal, and moving on. I’m tempted to start locking it, but might that make the thief break it, thinking there’s something worth stealing in it?

The Big Green Button

Our cable modem went down last night, seemingly due to some problems with Comcast’s network. Today, I tried having Adrienne fix it, to no avail. It would give an IP address, but you could not ping the gateway. It turns out that the cable modem has a sort of sleep mode, for people scared of the Internet. Push the big green button, and voila.

The worst part is: While the cable modem is “off” (really sleeping), it still forwards DHCP, so you can get an IP address, but you can’t use it, since it blocks all traffic. So it appears to be working, the network appears to work, but the gateway seems to be down.

Lame.

Fishtail

That’s what happens to a big-ass pickup truck with giant tires and a lift kit when you slam on the brakes.

Yesterday evening, while driving home from work at about 7:30pm, traffic was moving OK on the 101 South. Some asshole in the aforementioned big-ass pickup decided he needed to pass someone so that he could resume his speed of 2x the average. He accelerated to said speed, soon after noticing that the traffic ahead was basically stopped, and slammed on his brakes, mid-pass. The combination of turning, slamming on brakes, and going entirely too fast made for some somewhat entertaining, but scary events.

The truck looked like it spun out on ice. It went completely around, and then fishtailed back and forth 180 degrees around five or six times while he was trying to regain control. He finally regained directional control, facing the wrong way, and drove up an onramp (the wrong way) to get out of the middle of the highway, and most likely to find somewhere to change his pants. Amazingly lucky guy. He almost killed himself and about 20 others in his fishtailing, and very nearly flipped the truck.

This was all about one hundred yards in front of me, I was the next car behind him. Yikes.

Nothing to Steal

So, when I left for work this morning, I went to get into my car, and something was amiss: The contents of my glove compartment and console were distributed on the seats, and the remote for the gates was in my driver’s seat.

Someone went through my car in the night, and finding nothing to steal, moved on. Ah, it’s nice to have nothing worth stealing in your car. :)