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Tim has Passed Away

Last night a person who was a fixture in the lives of Gen-X in Kincardine, passed away. Tim Chamberlain was a familiar sight around town in the 80s and 90s you’d see him in his sleek chair or motorized scooter. We didn’t stay close, I don’t know if anyone did.

He’s gone.

He leaves behind an army of friends who wished him all the best, even when he didn’t seem to want it for himself. There are those among us who he was even more special for who are going to hurt all the greater. We knew he was a brief candle, like Kurt Cobain or Janis Joplin.

But he wasn’t like them.

He grew up, he took responsibility he raised his kids. He was a Dad who did Dad Stuff. Like I said, we weren’t close anymore, but I know he was still doing “Dad Stuff” as recently as Christmas time, I have my ways.

Tim was a big personality, I remember the disappointment that was left in his wake among the parents, because they loved him too. He wasn’t living the life they wanted him to live, he was living his life on his terms and we loved him for it.

He had physical limitations.

They never kept him down for long. In a way I’m glad that I’m not facing this news alone, because while I knew this day would come, I hoped I wouldn’t ever see it while I was still young enough to say “He was gone too soon”

Because Tim is Gone too soon.

All these things and a Dog named Robert

Backyard Mornings

Living in London has been rewarding for me; especially having my own house with my own yard and trees.  While I’m not outdoors-oriented in any way, I do enjoy my yard.  I enjoy it in the way a gentleman does, someone else picks up the poo, my mailbox is monitored by my household staff and my guard dog “Bob” keeps out the racoons.

At least I would if I had grounds, staff or a dog named bob.

Instead I get to sit in my house or yard; watch the bluejays and the cardinals in spring, fireflies in summer and chickadees in winter.

It’s not a bad life; to have a nice house in London.

Taking out the Camera again

After about a millennia, I’ve taken out my DSLR camera and plugged in the damn battery to charge.  It’s been a dog’s age since I last stood, camera in hand and wondered if the peerson in the viewfinder will be mad if I take their picture unawares.

I think I’ll head out with the dogs tomorrow to take pictures

Bad Dream Last Night

Last night i dreamed that Jen and I went to dinner at an Italian restaurant that was (in my dream) just down the street from our house.

The waiter came, took our order then proceeded to sit down at our table and eat Jen’s meal while chatting with us for the whole duration of our meal He got up and wandered off; at which point the place was closing and the owner/manager came by to ask us how it was.

I was incensed and yelled about the waiter eating Jen’s food and this became a massive argument. The waiter and I yelled at each other and this became a real confrontation.

Strange twist here; I apologized to the Waiter and said that I understood how much it hurt when someone criticized me for doing something when I was doing my best. [ Later when i woke up I realized that I was in the right and there was no reason for me to be ashamed of being angry, dreams… sigh ]

So we went home; for some reason our house was a semi detached now that shared a wall and inexplicably a window into our neighbor’s house. Our Neighbors were former co-workers of mine; an egyption guy who lived with his parents.

So in the dream it’s late evening now and these “gems” fall onto the front lawn; they glow and along with them there is an od shaped stone that works like a magic 8-ball you hold in your hand and answers appear on it. Strange.

While Jen and I are pondering these stones she tells me that the neighbor had lifted up her shirt and felt up her boobs that day.

I got SUPER angry and said “do you want to call the cops to report the sexual assault” to which Jen said “sure”

For some reason she was ambivilent about calling the cops and in the end refused to do so.

This argument lasted into the next day when we were out shopping and I told her if she wanted to do something about it she should come with me or just stay here in the store (it was a sunrise records) and I would take off.

She stayed; and while I watched from another store she walked out of the mall and apparently into the arms of the neighbor.

Dream over wake up; I tell jen I was having a nightmare I hear her say “Good”

I tell her about it; she doesn’t try to comfort me or even discuss it.

I drink a beer; go back to bed and try not to dwell on it.

I have clearly dwelt upon it.

Cha cha changes….

Okay a month or so on; I’m still coming to grips with things.

I’ve got a long drive to work now, like REALLY long.  Some days I drift down curved roads with tree-lined ditches and mosquito clouded villages to pass through.  Other days I take the established roads, they take about the same amount of time and have their own pitfalls and problems.  From end to end it’s about 96 kilometers and starts and finishes on a high-speed highway.

I’m officially doing the same thing I’ve always done, but unofficially I’m not as busy as I was, which is a blessing and curse, did you know that when you are really busy all the time it’s hard to stop being busy?  I had no idea.

Also stress, stress is an odd beast.  I’m still coming to grips with it, but at least I’m sleeping, right?


On Being Busy

It’s been too long; I’ve been so busy.  I guess I’ll recap what I’ve done in these two years plus.


  1. Fixed over 100 incorrectly configured linux boxes so that they would actually send their admin the output of the logwatch command.
  2. Reconfigured the same to use ClamAV correctly and with consistent settings instead of the hodge-podge that they were.
  3. Built a custom monitor for a series of servers that allowed non-techs to determine if the servers in question were up or down.  I’d come back to this
  4. Built a scripted installer for a 21 server farm, taking a 10-20 minute process down to a single command line. I’d come back to this too.
  5. Fixed the log backup system that had been in place for months.  It’s still there now, but it needs to change.
  6. Got really into replacing complex manual functions with Bash scripts.
  7. Built the data import system for a whole client.  SUPER complex and modular, didn’t use most of the code anywhere else save for the functions method.
  8. Got to know cron really well.
  9. Got to know ssh -t “command” really well
  10. Got lost in the weeds of random apps for random functions, the environment was becoming to large and entrenched to be managed remotely via a central console.
  11. Built an extensible console for managing the environment in part.
  12. Build Cache flushing tools
  13. Learned how to compile bash apps at the command line using shc
  14. This gave birth to a number of cool tools, remote fail-over tools that interacted with Cisco devices for example.
  15. The Web Console built earlier evolved and got better and better.
  16. Built automated localized monitors that could restart hung applications before remote monitors could catch the outage.
  17. Built automated localized monitors that could restart hung applications and NOT cause two systems to restart simultaneously.
  18. Installed DD-WRT a few times, lots of fun.
  19. Gave up some weekends
  20. Gave up some sleep
  21. Gave up Family Time
  22. Gave up Long Weekends
  23. Built a custom log handler for Apache logs, produced delightful daily csv from an environment, imported this into MySQL and created views to deal with that.
  24. Tried to hit the gym
  25. Got too busy for the gym.
  26. Trained up a replacement.
  27. Left things running okay.


RIP Dwayne McDuffie

Imagine if Stan Lee had been exposed to Public Enemy and the Nation of Islam and if Siegel and Schuster had spent some time absorbing the wild life in Detroit.

Now imagine the comics they would create.

That’s kind of how I experienced the Milestone line of comics.  Icon was a slave, Spider-man was a nerdy kid who got his powers trying to shoot his bully on the sly.

[Yup, Static got his powers when he went to a massive gang battle and was going to shoot his bully]

Static was so great that Static’s arm (the only part of him I could draw) covers a comic box in my basement today.  I am a Dwayne McDuffie fan of such depth and adoration that I am completely gutted at the news that he has passed on.

You liked “Batman Beyond” That was Dwayne McDuffies touch.

Static Shock? Yup.

Justice League Unlimited (okay, these pulled from the comics)

That said; I loved Milestone and the line were among the last comics that I followed as a monthly (picking them up on Wednesdays at a comic shop) before I moved in with my wife and stopped buying comics (for a while).

I can picture the DAY I drew that arm.  Chris and I were talking about Static (which we had picked up in Port Elgin in that comic shop that ended up being in a basement) going on and on about how much we dug it and how awesome it was to have comics that went along with our love of Public Enemy and conscious rap, which really mattered to teenage us.

This  guy  gave us “OUR” Spider-man; an adolescent who was REALLY dealing with the problems we dealt with; not the problems of a “teenager” from before that mattered.

(Yeah, Static Shock had none of the “real” that the Comic had for the majority of the inital run)

I felt connected to the characters; but Static.  That was all for me as far as I was concerned.  Thanks Mr. McDuffie; you made my teenage years a bit better; and the world a little better place.

How driving past a Chick-fil-A got me back into Comics

Notorious Homophobes and Christian Values expounders Chick-fil-A were an unknown quantity to me when I first visited Virginia in 1999.  I had never seen their “Eet mor Chikin” signs nor even ventured inside one of them; and I may never ever if things continue on path.  I’ll remember Virginia for it’s temperate November, it’s hard to find liquor store and sinking me back into the morass of comics that I had abandoned not 2 years earlier.