Spring is here. I’m so excited I wet my plants!

I can’t say that I want to watch Bullfighting, but there’s a certain Karma to this one.

 

A young man stopped at a local restaurant after a day of roaming around in Mexico.

While sipping his tequila, he noticed a sizzling, scrumptious-looking platter being served at the next table.

It looked good.

It smelled good.

He asked the waiter, “What is that you just served?”

The waiter replied, “Ah senor, you have excellent taste! Those are bull’s testicles from the bull fight this morning. A delicacy!”

The visitor, though momentarily daunted, said, “What the heck, I’m on holiday down here! Bring me an order!

The waiter replied, “I am so sorry senor. There is only one serving per day because there is only one bull fight each morning. If you come early tomorrow and place your order, we will be sure to save you this delicacy!”

The next morning, the man returned, placed his order, and then that evening was served the one and only special delicacy of the day.

After a few bites, and inspecting the contents of his platter, he called to the waiter and said, “These are delicious, but they are much, much smaller than the ones I saw you serve yesterday!”

The waiter shrugged his shoulders and replied, “Si, Senor. Sometimes the bull he wins.”

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I went bowling with my son yesterday… Next time I’ll use a bowling bowl, however he was a good sport. It’s a shame he went on strike, I guess I’ll have to pick up a spare.

One afternoon three women were out shopping with their three young kids. Before leaving, they happen to notice a fortune-teller shop across the mall. Two of the women thought it would be a fun way to end their outing while the third one was a bit more skeptical. After a moment of debating, they all agree to go in.

As they entered the shop they were greeted by the Miss Catarina.

Miss Catarina: Welcome, my beautiful friends! I would like for you to join me on a wonderful adventure into your minds.

The two women were excited for the experience while the skeptical one rolled her eyes. Miss Catarina acknowledge the gesture.

Miss Catarina: I see we have a disbeliever in the room. In what way would I be able to lessen your uncertainty?

 

Skeptical Woman: How about you start by guessing our names.

Miss Catarina: And that is exactly what I will do! However, uncovering the names of you three would be way too simple for Miss Catarina. One may say I overheard you addressing each other during a recent debate about coming in here. (She says with a smirk)

The faces of the other two women were filled with amazement.

Miss Catarina: I will predict the names of your children and explain some history behind why it was chosen!

Thinking that there could be no way that she would know, the skeptical woman agreed. Miss Catarina starts with the first two.

Miss Catarina: Hello my little Princess, your name has to be Penelope!

The first woman was stun while Penelope looked to her mom confused.

Miss Catarina: I see you are confused my child, but be no more. You would most likely recognize your name as Penny! It is short for Penelope! Do you know why your name is Penny? It’s because your mommy loves collecting money! All kinds of money! Old money, new money and even foreign money!

The first two women cheered while confirming that it is correct. The third woman was a bit shocked but still skeptical.

Miss Catarina: It was nice meeting you, Penelope!

 

She then moves to the second child.

Miss Catarina: Hello my little Angel. You must be Lillian!

Lillian: Yes! But everyone calls me Lilly!

Miss Catarina: And I bet that is because your mommy loves flowers! All types of flowers! Wild flowers, house flowers and even exotic flower!

The two women confirmed with excitement! But now the skeptical woman is concern.

Miss Catarina: It’s a pleasure meeting you, Lillian.

 

Saving the best for last, she walks over to the third child.

Miss Catarina: And you my handsome Prince. Your name is the most fitting of all!

While feeling embarrassed, the skeptical woman cuts off Miss Catarina.

 

Skeptical Woman: I’ve had enough! My son and I do not want to hear what you have to say! We’re leaving!

While looking at the sad little boy getting taken out the shop, Miss Catarina shouts to him.

Miss Catarina: You have a wonderful day, Richard!

Yes, You can sell your car from your living room recliner, but why would you want to? Especially if it is a Jeep Wrangler.

A Jeep Wrangler is a funny thing.

I never get into that car without having a big silly grin on my face.  They are just that fun to drive.

Mine isn’t particularly modified, other than what I did for every other car.  I always bump the size up on the tires “one size” than the manufacturer shipped it with because it almost always makes the car much better to drive.  Handling is improved.

In my case, it made the speedometer more accurate.  But that’s an aside.

It’s not one of those mudder Jeeps that you see where your eyes are looking at it’s bumper.  But I do take care of it.

For a car that is 16 years old, you wouldn’t know it.  They hold their value and I won’t let this one slide through my fingers.

As a Jeep Wrangler X TJ is the last gasp of AMC Engineering, it’s built to last.  I could rebuild the thing in my driveway.  The motor is a 4 Liter Push-rod Inline Six Cylinder hooked to a five speed manual transmission.

2002 with only 47,000 miles.

Oh and I’ve been driving Jeeps since 1996, so yeah I like them.

So do others.  They hold their values and they’re in great demand like few other cars.  “Classic” Jeep Cherokee drivers are in the same boat.  In fact, they’re the same car, different body.

When I see an article on a car forum about them, I’m bound to look.  This one in particular caught my attention and had me laughing.

Two guys, of course, talking about Jeeps.  That link has the video I’m talking about.

“Jeep Chicks” do exist, and they’re wonderful and rare creatures who always, without a doubt, are worth getting to know.

But here were two guys.  Self appointed “experts” who were bloggers for www.jalopnik.com which can be an entertaining site to begin with.

Mind you, neither of them have ever owned a Jeep Wrangler, but hey that’s why they are “experts” and writing about the cars right?

Um, Yeah.

One guy was in love with the Wranglers.  Smart Guy.  Talking about how we always seem to enjoy being in the beasts and going on about our business and occasionally taking our cars on adventures and … you get the picture.

The other one was saying Land Rover was the best and Jeeps blah, and so forth.  Ranting about Angry Faced Jeeps and “Jeep Bros”.

Yeah, Self Appointed Expert.

Neither owned one.

I remember the Land Rovers that they’re talking about in the video.  The lines I remember the most were “British Engineering” and “Buy One for Wash, One for Wear” – meaning they broke down frequently and were rarely trustworthy.

 

You couldn’t give me one.

Never did I have a problem with that Jeep, but I have had to tow-rope a Land Rover out of a stuck spot once or twice.

Sitting in my recliner, laughing at this video, and waiting for the time to take the dog for his walk, someone pulls into my driveway.

He’s looking at the Jeep.  I sit up.

He spots me.  He’s in a posh-ass Mercedes Benz.  The kind of car you make rude comments about because the driving style is … over privileged.  You know the kind.  You think “I’m not letting him in” on the interstate.

That kind of guy.

Roof down, bald head glistening in the afternoon sun.

And he’s gesturing me to come out and talk to him.

Did I mention Over-Privileged and Mercedes Benz?  Of A Certain Age (Over 50)?

 

Yeah, you know the type.

 

And he’s gesturing to me to come out and pointing at my Jeep.

 

I unroll myself out of the chair to my full length, and walk out to the front porch.

 

Before I step out of the house I hear “You sellin’ that Jeep?!?!”

 

I’ll admit the car is cherry.  Not a thing wrong with it, but “Nope, it’s not for sale”.

 

This is how weirdly random it is.  The guy is driving down the street and looking at Jeep Wranglers and saw me in the window looking at a video about Jeep Wranglers, and wanted to buy mine.

 

Huh?

 

“I saw the sign in the window and wanted to know”.

 

“Oh The Sign”.  That explains it.

 

I have a neighbor across the street.  Same year Jeep that has been left out in the rain with the roof off for as long as he lived there.  Someone came by and opened his door and took the door tops off the car.

 

So I put a sign in my windows that says “Look up, You are on Camera, and there is nothing in the Car”.

The neighbor keeps the doors unlocked.  It made it easy for them to walk off with pieces from the car.  I can take the doors off the Jeep for extra breezes and less car if I like.  One bolt per door and I’m done.

My car is locked, has an alarm, and is on three video cameras.  Idiots who steal live everywhere.

I explained all of this to the Man Of A Certain Age with a sense of amusement.  All the while chuckling in my head at the pure strangeness of the situation.

“I Can’t sell that Jeep. I wouldn’t be able to get another one that nice, they aren’t making them like that any more!  Sorry, he’s not for sale.”

Yes, He.  DJ as in Darth Jeep.  Unlike a car that is a rolling computer room on wheels, a Jeep Wrangler truly has a personality.  He’s got a black body, tan roof.  Black and tan like I like my beer.  Nice HD Radio that also plays my phone with a cable and … just basic mild mods that you would not notice unless you look very close.  Nothing out of the ordinary.

It’s one of the last cars that doesn’t have insane amounts of things that interfere with your enjoyment of the vehicle.  No On-Star or other nosy nonsense that listens in on what you are doing.  The computer in the car is mild and does not interfere with what you want to do.  The transmission is a 5 speed manual, I’ll shift when I damn well feel like it.

Oh and I get 23MPG highway which is pretty good for a car that just makes me smile.  “Beep Beep! I’m a Jeep”

Besides, since nobody who isn’t a truck driver can drive a stick shift, so the worlds least secure vehicle is safe in a mall parking lot in a questionable area.

He pulled off and blew through the stop sign on the corner.  I shook my head at him and the situation and went into the house laughing.

The next day I took that Jeep out for a drive, again.  No destination, just driving around.  “I can’t sell you, it’s like selling a good friend!”  I had my dog Rack in the car.  He looked up confused.

Mind you, my dog Rack is not so sure of the Jeep.  It’s a little too real to ride around in a car with windows made of Cling Film and held in place with velcro and zippers.  You hear the next car a little too loudly, and the wind noise is a bit intense above 65.  But the speed limit here is 65 MPH on the highway and why would you want to go faster than that anyway.  Just keep up with traffic and let others get the speeding ticket.

Pulling back into the driveway I hear myself saying “I couldn’t sell this car.  It’s just too damn good, too much fun, and I can’t see myself stepping down to a used Toyota!”

 

If you have ever been at sunset in a Jeep Wrangler on the Seven Mile Bridge with the roof down, stars coming out overhead, and the warm tropical breezes caressing your body, you will know why.

I hope to make that trip again some day…

Yes, You can sell your car from your living room recliner, but why would you want to?  Especially if it is a Jeep Wrangler.

How many birds does it take to change a light bulb? Toucan do it.

Ahhh…

age will get us all…. Momento Mori!

 

 

A little boy and his grandfather are raking leaves in the yard, when the boy sees an earthworm trying to get back into its hole…

He says, “Grandpa, I bet I can put that worm back in that hole!”

The grandfather replies, “I’ll bet you five dollars you can’t. It’s too wiggly and limp to put back in that little hole.”

The little boy runs into the house and comes back out with a can of hair spray.

He sprays the worm until it is straight and stiff as a board.

The boy then proceeds to put the worm back into the hole.

The grandfather hands the little boy five dollars, grabs the hair spray and runs into the house.

Thirty minutes later, the grandfather comes back out and hands the boy another five dollars.

The little boy says, “Grandpa, you already gave me five dollars.”

The grandfather replies, “I know. That’s from your Grandma.”

 

If a three-legged cow is called lean beef, and a no-legged cow is called ground beef, what do you call a two-legged cow? Your mom

Many may need a map for this one. I got a laugh knowing the lay of the land somewhat.

 

The hare and the tortoise

The hare and the tortoise were having a rematch. This time, they decided to race through Europe, starting with London. The plan was to race to Dover, get the ferry across, and go along the French coast, across Belgium, Germany, and head north through Denmark.

The hare figured that his fur would keep him warm, so he decided to keep going north through Scandinavia, assuming it’d get too cold for the tortoise who would give up.

The tortoise had everything he needed stored in his shell, so he was prepared for the cold since the shell was his home.

They eventually get to Sweden, and the hare is struggling. He doesn’t want to risk falling asleep this time, so he decides to hitch hike in a lorry. The lorry is headed to the ferry port towards St Petersburg.

The next day on the ferry, the Hare receives a text message from the tortoise saying he’s won, and asking where the hare is. Confused as they still have the rest of Europe to cover, the hare asks for proof. The tortoise replies back with a picture of himself at Harparanda with the caption: “see? I’m at the Finnish line!”

Debian and Raspbian – Installing a CUPS Print Server and a Proprietary P1102W Print Driver on Linux

The problem was simple.  My printer.  HP LaserJet Professional P1102W.

The solution is a Raspberry Pi Model 3B and a fair amount of configuration.

Thanks, Craig for the (slice of) Pi.

This is how I got it to work on Debian Linux and on the RaspberryPi using Raspbian.  It is not an exhaustive step by step, but I did take notes while doing this because like anything, I will probably need to do this Yet Again.  If So, Maybe I will republish.  Stay Tuned.

The technology starts below at “The Setting” if you just want tech support.

The Back Story.

Printers are just an annoyance at best in the Small Home Office setting, and this one is no exception.   It is a stripped down laser printer.  It comes with Wifi, and USB interface.  It has a power button, a wifi button, and an X button that I am assuming that will cancel this particular print job.

Since Printer Drivers are usually large to massive beasts that sit inside your computer and eat CPU cycles while only delivering very infrequent work, I avoid installing them.

However, this printer needs proprietary drivers.  Linux had it in the installation software asking for the blasted things, and most Linux people hate proprietary drivers.

Myself included.

So if the printer does not need the driver to find your wifi, then don’t install the driver and see if it works without.

Mine did not.  It wouldn’t see my network with wifi and password which means it had to use USB.  I didn’t want USB plugged into my computer(s) all the time which means I would have to use a print server.  I didn’t want to sacrifice a laptop to that job, so mostly it sat.

If your network has a password to get onto it, you will definitely have problems unless you have ethernet on the printer unlike mine.

It was actually easier for me to send the print file on a PDF to a friend so he could print at work.

Thanks, Kevin.

The Law Of Unintended Consequences.

If you do one thing, you often have something happen that you did not expect or want.

In my case, it’s all positive, it’s good.

That little computer will become a file server with the addition of SAMBA and a line in the fstab file.  I’ve done that a couple times and since I made the decision to have a server in the house, the RaspberryPi will function as a “Departmental Server” with its four USB 2.0 Ports, three are available.

Documentation on that to come later when I get working on it all.  I’m happy to have printing working for now.

The Setting.

I was following the Debian Wiki Guide for SystemPrinting at https://wiki.debian.org/SystemPrinting

Setting up the Pi:

Pi has Raspbian installed via noobs, and is up to date.

Pi is booted to desktop and useable via VNC.

Terminal open as root on the Pi.

Printer is not connected to USB.

Printer is HPLaserJet P1102w.

So basically I have a teeny little $35 computer running something that I installed a derviative of Debian Linux called Raspbian.  I used the Raspberry Pi Foundation’s recommended installation of Raspbian using Noobs.

Yes, I followed their steps to install Raspbian.

Yes, Raspbian was “vanilla and up to date” by the end of this process.

The Pi saw my network, and I enabled bluetooth, printing, sharing of the desktop via VNC, and that is it.

I did all my prep work on the Pi using the tools linked in the start menu and confirmed with Raspberry Pi Config.

Mind you I would not want to use it as my main machine, but it works well as a print server and allows me to do basic things like surf a few tabs and have a concurrent running game of Freeciv going.

Massive world, playing as Incas, on Easy against 5 AIs if you want to know.

The steps to get the software on the Pi:

In terminal as Root:

     apt install task-print-server

Plug printer into USB and reboot.

On the Pi, surf http:\localhost:631 to see the CUPS home page

Clicked Adding Printer

It wanted logon credentials

used pi and default password – “raspberry

I later changed the default password to something less public and generic.

It immediately said that I was not authorized in the print queue, in CUPS.

I found this exchange on Debian’s Forums https://bugs.debian.org/cgi-bin/bugreport.cgi?bug=616718 that said that you have to add the user in Terminal as Root.

  • adduser root lpadmin
  • adduser pi lpadmin

Refreshed the page at http://localhost:631/admin

Got the Add Printer Dialog

tick box Local Printers,

HP Printer (HPLIP)     click Continue

I discovered that my Printer was not powered on.

The printer has a nasty habit of turning itself off every couple minutes to save power.

Turn printer back on.

Returned to the Administration tab.

Clicked Add Printer

Under Local Printers,

tick box that had my printer name listed as a USB printer

Clicked Continue

Filled in the optional information for name/description/location

Clicked Share This Printer

Clicked Continue

Waited for CUPS on http://LocalHost:631 for a bit

Verified the Printer Model Number and Ignored “requires proprietary plug in

(more on this later)

Clicked Add Printer

Set Printer Options

Verified Media Size, Printout Mode, Media Type and Source

Click Set Default Options

Got a message that it was set correctly.

Perform a few test jobs by printing out nonsense from a text editor.

Page refreshed to show the print queue for the Printer

Printer did not print with “Filter Failure” message, jobs sitting in Queue

  • Note, the proprietary plug referenced earlier is something that some printers need, that is handled after I got things configured.  I’m a bit out of order but I was successful.  If your printer does not require the proprietary plug in, you don’t have to worry about this.  This Filter Failure is how I knew it was time to get that Proprietary Plug In Installed.

To Install the Proprietary Plug In:

I ran in terminal – sudo hp-setup -i

For installing plug-in the prompts I answered were

  • 0 (zero) for USB printer
  • d for download – download had error “Unable to receive key from Keyserver”
  • y yes to install
  • Yes to accept the stupid meaningless EULA
  • Y to agree that “this PPD file appears to be the correct one”
  • Enter a location description “Tucked In A Corner Somewhere
  • Entered through “additional information for this printer
  • Y to print a test page

At this point I was finished as far as the Pi was concerned.  The Pi would work as a print server for my network.  All I had to do was to go onto the client machine and add a printer.


Adding a Printer on another computer on the network using Debian with XFCE4 looked similar to doing the same task on any other Operating System, if you have used a printer, you have done this before.  On “this” computer, it is in the Applications menu (start), Settings, Print Settings.  Sign on with your handy Root password, click Add, then find your printer.

If you get stuck, I suggest you drop me a line other than “Why are you so tall” or “Who cut your hair, man?” and I can answer some basic questions.  At this point, this document has gotten long enough for a blog article.

If it did work for you, great, let me know!

Some guy just tried to make a chemistry joke. He got no reaction.

Unfaithful Husband

A wife was beginning to suspect that her husband had become unfaithful, coming home at odd hours of the night with the excuse that he was out playing cards with friends.

One night the couple had plans for a masquerade party, but as the husband was getting ready the wife mentioned that she was not feeling well and would stay home that night. The husband tried to convince her that she would feel better once she got there but, unable to change her mind, he ended up going by himself.

After about an hour the wife got her costume out and hailed a cab to the party. Her husband had never seen her outfit before so she had the unique opportunity to observe his behavior when she wasn’t around. Upon entering the party she saw him mingling with scantily clad women, flirting, and being friendlier than she was comfortable with. Rather than ousting him in the moment, she hung back to see if he would go any further.

After a while the dance floor began to fill up, and she watched as her husband approached several women and began dancing with them in a very vulgar manner, groping several and kissing a few. At this point the wife decided that she would catch him firsthand, and moved to his general vicinity.

As expected, her husband approached her from behind and began grinding and touching her in all ways imaginable. After several minutes she suggested that they go someplace more private, and led him to a pantry where he had is way with her. After he was finished, she told him she needed to freshen up in the bathroom and sneakily exited the party, heading home to prepare herself for the confrontation that would take place when he returned.

After a few hours her husband came home. As he approached their bed, she pretended to wake up. “How was your night?” she asked, ready to catch him in his lie.

“It was a great night,” replied the husband. “But I’m beat and need to get some rest.”

“Before you go to bed, may I ask if you did anything you shouldn’t have at the party?”

“The party was actually pretty boring by myself, so I ended up catching a bus to play cards with the guys soon after arriving. As luck would have it, my driver was just about to get off his shift so I lent him my costume and gave him the address!”