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Posted [sticky post] on 2017.09.05 at 21:53
Current Location: 67114
Thirteen years on Livejournal, 12 of them on a Permanent Account, and I've reluctantly mirrored to Dreamwidth because, politics.

May you rot in hell you miserable sons of bitches.

Self Portait

Pre-War Paris

Posted on 2019.03.09 at 17:38
Current Location: 67526

Dreamed that Dorian and I were in the attic of our house in Ellinwood and she ran across a yellowed photograph of a famous bandleader adjacent a very young version of my mother at an outdoor bandstand. When she asked me about it I explained that famous bandleader was my great uncle. We decided to visit the historic bandstand, which was now the centerpiece in a History of Americana Music museum, inside an enormous casino nearby.

The bandstand was the centerpiece of the casino, having been built entirely around it where the old center square once stood. The place was so big in fact, we were on an indoor tram which drove us around the various sites within. Pulling up to the bandstand stop I told Dorian I'd like to spend some time alone there, so she took the tram to the shops as I disembarked, standing next to one of the museum employees as I took in the photographs and information about the historic bandstand, looking much like it did back in the days of my famous great uncle.

That's when the scene changed, and the museum employee and I were standing in the exact same spot, only outside in a sepia-toned scene, with all the walls and photographs surrounding the bandstand gone, replaced by an open field, and a suddenly very busy bandstand, which was standing adjacent a metal building with barn doors filled with an entire troupe of singers and dancers and stagehands all engaged in various activities and costumes. The museum employee and I suddenly realized we'd been transported to pre-war Paris, and they had no idea the horror about to befall them.

We donned the uniforms of the stagehands and tried to blend in helping with the sets and material movement without getting in the way of the men and women practicing their sets - it was all very busy. In the odd moments we had to ourselves, we were scouring newspapers for the date and trying to figure out how to alert those around us to the rising German threat.

Pre-war Paris was a such a carefree place, filled with laughter and gaiety that our whispered warnings were just laughed off as the local population continued to party endlessly without worry, but we were filled with dread not knowing how to get to our own time before the German invasion. I thought wistfully of Dorian, wondering what time looked like for her as we'd seemingly been here for months. The other stagehands had turned violet toward the museum employee and myself, often attempting to attack us with chains and knives during breaks - thankfully the museum employee and I always traveled together and seemed fairly adept at disarming our angry assailants, but the attacks were becoming far too common, and added unnecessary worry to our seemingly untenable situation.

I knew the end was near when a photograph of Hitler in a single-seat, diesel-punk armored transport (looking a lot like the open-wheel racers of that era) was circulating in the papers, dark goggles and all. He was calling it the future of a highly mobile military, he named it the Brennt.

I awoke knowing all was lost, and that history was indeed doomed to repeat itself.


Parking Garage

Posted on 2019.02.26 at 10:16
Current Location: 67526

Dreamed I was in a high school parking garage driving, yes, my 1968 Dodge Coronet 440. The fact I may have been driving too fast notwithstanding, some kid pulled out in front of me driving an old, brown, Oldsmobuick. I swerved to miss him, hitting my brakes and the rear end slid around, impacting his car, which then crashed into someone driving a brand new Nissan 380Z, and that driver was NOT happy. Later we all collaborated on a psychology project and ended up bunking in the parking garage which, in retrospect, seems awfully odd.


Online Migration

Posted on 2019.02.25 at 10:46
Current Location: 67526
# cd /etc/zypp/repos.d/

# sed -i 's/SP2/SP3/g' *

# for x in `ls`; do mv "$x" "`echo $x | sed "s/SP2/SP3/"`";done

# zypper lr

# zypper migration


Anaheim, CA

Posted on 2019.01.31 at 15:50
Current Location: 67114
Daughter's been working concessions to help pay for BPA Nationals being held in Anaheim, CA this year. Gotta say, DFW was much closer! Good luck baby girl!


CLI *.vdi disk removal (also works with snapshots)

Posted on 2019.01.09 at 13:53
Current Location: 67114
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List of UUIDs for HDs and Snapshots:
C:\Program Files\Oracle\VirtualBox> .\vboxmanage list hdds | more

Delete those motherfuckers:
C:\Program Files\Oracle\VirtualBox> .\vboxmanage closemedium disk 5dc7f9f9-74a1-4e28-b2a4-ccd0cb3a7d25

To assign a UUID discovered in the error message when trying to start a VM or assign an HD to a VM:
C:\Program Files\Oracle\VirtualBox> VBoxManage internalcommands sethduuid "G:\VirtualBox VMs\VERITAS_VAR.vdi" 000607c1-b714-4e4f-90d0-e9d91e67edda

Camera Side


Posted on 2019.01.03 at 21:54
Current Location: 67114



Posted on 2018.10.25 at 06:17
Current Location: 67114
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Dreamed Joe was a high-ranking officer in the Air Force, and needed to save his wife, which was going to require stealing some items from the General. We arrived on base, showed proper identification to enter, and proceeded to the hanger where the stuff we needed was being kept. In the supply office, Joe approached a diminutive man in uniform with large round spectacles for the paperwork required to remove items from supply, but once back in inventory placed something else - presumably far more valuable - in my briefcase.

Then it was time to complete this subterfuge by reporting to the General. I'd put on my old uniform, and while dated, was at least impressive with the number of ribbons I had for my low enlisted rank. Joe flirted appropriately with the General's aging secretary, as he always did, while she asked about his wife until the General strode in, where I snapped to attention as was befitting my rank. The General ordered me at ease, and while he was unaccustomed to Joe having an adjunct, didn't otherwise find the addition even remotely suspicions.

As Joe and the general chatted casually while I silently stood at ease behind Joe, an alarm sounded throughout the area indicating our exit. The General excused himself to discover the cause for alarm, and we quick-walked to Joe's blue 1990 Buick Century. He directed me to place the briefcase over three remote controls which were visible in the front seat to hide their presence while he quickly buckled into the passenger seat, imploring me to hurry, as the diminutive man from the supply office was approaching us rather determinedly. I quickly swung myself into the driver's seat but the diminutive man had reached the car and was fighting the door being closed. I finally won that battle, slamming the door shut, and speeding away though the base while all the gates started their auto-lockdown sequence.

A very calm Joe pointed at a specific gate we were to crash through, providing an exit from the base, and we were soon back in...Augusta, Kansas? Yep. We even drove by Joe's old house while he reminisced about the earlier days regretting absolutely nothing knowing he was going to spend the rest of his days behind bars due to the theft, but doing so at the credit of saving his wife.

And that's why I am up early.


Halloween Eighteen

Posted on 2018.10.22 at 00:09
Current Location: 67114
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Never Sleep AgainCollapse )


August 2018

Posted on 2018.08.28 at 16:22

Eric Howton & Dorian Newton KS August 2018

Janeway (Alt)

Total Knee Replacement (Right Knee)

Posted on 2018.06.05 at 12:37
Current Location: 67114

Eric Howton Hutch TKR 2018


Chromatronix KIEV SIX Medium Format

Posted on 2018.05.02 at 16:33
Current Location: 67114

Picked up this Soviet Hasselblad knockoff as a camera prop for a photoshoot!



All That Jazz

Posted on 2018.04.24 at 08:18
Current Location: 67114

Sometimes - not often - but sometimes you really are in the right place at the right time. I will wildly skew my Photoshop sliders on occasion from one extreme to the other watching the light play across the image for some small compensation of my skill, or the environment in which I am shooting, or for a complete rework of a shot I may have taken. But only infrequently do I open a RAW file in which requires almost nothing whatsoever with post-processing light manipulation; This is that shot - very nearly straight out of the camera (I did sharpen her eyes). An impromptu after-shoot in which everything just fell into place.


The First Photograph I Ever Took (1976)

Posted on 2018.04.24 at 08:15
Current Location: 75110

Corsicana, TX; Kodak Instamatic 126


Almost Summer

Posted on 2018.04.24 at 08:12
Current Location: 67114
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tera, MMORPG


Posted on 2018.04.03 at 14:46
Current Location: 67114


Welcome to the Jungle

Posted on 2018.03.26 at 09:06
Current Location: 67114

Dreamed USDA was deploying me to Vietnam for a military operation. They were sending a group of us, actually, and I was dismayed I would have to slice off my rainbow pink ponytail. I volunteered to go - after all, I'd been deployed to other areas on the globe, but in my dream I couldn't remember whether or not I'd actually ever been deployed to Vietnam before. It was rather confusing. I sat in my camouflage utilities, queued up waiting for the next interview/appointment chewing nicotine lozenges like candy. There were a wide range of military personnel in the queue; myself having served in the Air Force but also working for the Navy when I left the service. The night before I'd dreamed I'm worn a USMC "bus driver" hat with my USAF uniform out of respect for the men and women of the Marine Corp, which they instead viewed as an insult. We were back in the jungle in that dream, too.

I don't know if I'm still dreaming of mom and dad every night or if I sometimes dream of one and not the other, or if the frequency of those dreams has altogether stemmed. Regardless, mom was in my dream last night, worrying like she always did prior to my every deployment or change of station. I never think about missing them until I awake.


Small World Gallery, Lindsborg, KS

Posted on 2018.03.25 at 14:02
Current Location: 67456

National Geographic Photographer Jim Richardson


iCloud? Really?

Posted on 2018.03.19 at 10:34
Current Location: 67114

It was time to archive the photos on my iPhone to my 6TB repository. Only...you can't really do that anymore by simply attaching your phone to you computer. It will pull everything from Camera Roll, but not, I shit you not, "My Photo Stream" which contains, and I quote, "The last 30-days or last 1000 pictures from your Camera Roll." Why? Its a goddamn mystery. The ONLY official way is to install iCloud - which one might think would be a cloud-based app lol. No. I mean, it is, but apparently its also required to get photos from "My Photo Stream" to your desktop. But only if you change your Windows 10 settings to install Media Player. JFC.

WOW! And iCloud bookmark for Chrome is REQUIRED for me to get my photos from the phone to harddrive using a sync cable???


Re-Cock a Hasselblad

Posted on 2018.03.09 at 15:11
Current Location: 67114

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