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Posted By: Atnevon - January.25.2010 - Comments(4)
Happy Birthday to one of our very frequent requesters!!!!
Have any wishes for your candles? Posted By: Atnevon - January.13.2010 - Comments(5)
There's a ton of news out there today about the earthquake that's just hit Haiti and the devastation that it's already caused. I won't re-hash it all here, but it's enough to say that it's looking and sounding like a pretty horrible situation.
If you want to help out, one thing that I've seen mentioned a few times from a few sources I trust (and they all seem to have confirmed this directly), is to text HAITI to 90999 to donate $10 to the Red Cross relief fund. The donations add up quick, so it really can help.
To donate more than $10 or to find other ways to help, I'd head over to www.redcross.org for other options.
Update: It looks like the donations are definitely working already. They've raised over $800,000 at last count. That's pretty incredible I think.
http://mashable.com/...ross-donations/
Posted By: Atnevon - January.5.2010 - Comments(18)
As you've probably noticed, we're currently upgrading our forums software to Invision Power Board 3.0. The forums upgrade is now complete; however, there are still a few bugs to work out with the new system. You should see the main page issues and some of the minor bugs resolved by tomorrow evening.
Until then, feel free to explore. We think you'll very much enjoy the new features that 3.0 has to offer. 
Posted By: Sanctuary - December.31.2009 - Comments(6)
A whole other year to mess up in! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee 
Did anyone make resolutions for the year?
Plans?
Goals?
Edit to add: Funny - I never thought I'd live long enough to see 2000 kick off, yet, here I am a DECADE later kicking off 2010. Kinda cool.
Posted By: Sanctuary - December.25.2009 - Comments(3)
I hope you are all being safe and... through the insanity ... having at least a little fun.
Just wanted to let you know I was thinking of you all.
*hugs*
Posted By: Atnevon - December.4.2009 - Comments(9)
Happy 110th Sanctuary!!!!!!
*sings the birthday song and hopes he doesn't shatter any eardrums*
Posted By: Atnevon - December.2.2009 - Comments(5)
We had a little outage today on the station and the site... and it's all your fault... yes, you!
Just kidding.
We had a problem with a bad robot... er script, and due to a failure... er should I say an epic FAIL, we didn't catch it right away, and the site stayed down for a lot longer than it should have been.
We're going to do everything we can to make sure it doesn't happen again, so please forgive us? Pwease?
Posted By: Sanctuary - November.15.2009 - Comments(21)
Often times in life there are choices we have to make.
I've always been a firm believer that the reality is never the choice itself, but rather a question "Can you live with the consequences of the choice you make?" (Everything has a price.)
The rules for this poll are simple. A choice is now before you. You can't vote on what you would want to do, you can only vote on what you would do.
I'm not going to present you with a situation. Only the choice.
The choice here is simple - would do the right thing, or the smart thing?
The smart thing:
has no consquences to you and would somewhat protect you.
The right thing:
has dire consequences for you alone, but has the remote possiblity of helping others in the future. There is no guarantee that if you do the right thing anything postive will result at all, but regardless it will still have serious consequences for you.
Choose.
Posted By: Sanctuary - November.9.2009 - Comments(4)
Okay so last year; or a little more than that, my neighbours who live in the house next door, besides doing a lot of other bizarre things - stole my garbage cans. (They stole my organics container once too and I took it back.)
Yes, they stole my garbage cans.
How do I know this?
Well after the first one went missing - and when other things go missing too - you tend to start writing your house number on them. When you see them with garbage cans that have your house number, clearly written on them, you kinda know they stole them. (There have been a vast array of issues with them. In fact most of the street wants them to move now as they've been so horrible.)
I've never gone over to retrieve them. I'm a private person and those that know me know that I dislike confrontations and fighting. Those who know me also know that I'm very capable of doing so when a real need arises to have too. (And if that happens - it's anything but pretty.) So I weigh things out. This was no different. I weighed it up and quickly decided that it simply wasn't worth the aggravation it would likely cause. It's just a couple of garbage cans right? So I let it be. Whatever.
So last night, I heard something by the side of the house, near the back door - but I don't go look as I'm freaked out by a new neighbour whose been - and I'll quote him directly here "Watching me out in my backyard through the blinds." Never mind the other rather creepy things that have been said to me by this guy as of the last week. (That's a whole other freaky story though.)
So anyway - I don't go look. I really should have.
This morning, placed neatly beside the house - my missing garbage cans. Both of them.
Some, please explain this exceptionally bizarre behavior to me as it makes absolutely no sense. I'm left with a big WTF.
LOL.
PS - Is it wrong of me to want to toss them back in their yard?
Posted By: Atnevon - November.7.2009 - Comments(6)
Some of you may have noticed a 'slight' change in my avatar lately, and I thought I'd give a little logic behind the switch, since it's something of an inside joke.
Last weekend, I took a trip up to Canada from the states to spend Halloween with a close friend. We had a blast, and I'm extremely glad that I took the trip; however, getting to and from the country has proven to be somewhat of a challenge both times that I've come to visit the home of the beavers.
On my first time around, I was met with a particularly stern border guard that was, shall we say, not so easily amused by anyone. As soon as I pulled up to his window, he started going through the routine questions with me. "What's the purpose of your visit to Canda?" "Who are you coming to see?" "Where do they live?" "Did you bring any alcohol, tobacco or firearms with you?" "What kind of work do you do?"
These were easy to answer, and I breezed right through them without hesitation, but then he brought out the question that tripped me up a little. "Did you bring any gifts with you for the trip?"
"Yes sir, I brought a hard drive with me f..."
He didn't even let me finish the sentence. "You brought a hard drive?!? Why did you bring that with you?"
"...I... It's for my friend's computer."
"Why are you putting a hard drive on her computer???"
"..She needs a new one because she's having trouble with the one that's in there right now."
"What's the value of the hard drive?????"
"... It's uhm... I'm not sure. It's an older one. It's probably not worth that much. Maybe $20?"
"What Do You Have Stored On This Hard Drive?!?!?"
"There's nothing important on it. We're going to format it as soon as I get there."
"Why don't you know what's on it???"
"..I... erm... uh... haven't used it for quite a few years. I just don't remember what was on it, but I swear, we're just going to erase everything that's on there anyway."
"DOES SHE KNOW YOU'RE BRINGING HER THE HARD DRIVE????????"
"Yes, I told her about it before I left. She thought it was a good idea."
He looked at me again in the eyes, staring, scanning me for any hint of ill intention. "All right. You can go on through."
The whole ordeal was pretty un-nerving, but I was thankful to get through it all unscathed, and without ending up in handcuffs getting a full cavity search because of the 20 gig hard drive I brought with me. After I began to breathe again, I pushed it all aside in my mind and figured that things would be much easier after this, since it was my very first time heading into the country.
Oh how wrong I was.
This time around, I was a little more prepared for the questions, and I told myself to prepare a little better for the border interview and I'd do fine. Sadly, when it comes to my mind vs. reality. Reality has this annoying habit of having the upper hand against me.
Coming through for this trip, I had the two gifts I was bringing with me handy by my side and easily accessible so that I could show the border guards that I wasn't carrying anything harmful with me at all. It seemed like things were going pretty well too. The border guard was a lot more friendly this time around, and he fired the usual barrage of questions at me without sounding nearly as stern or accusatory as the previous one had been. Everything was going along pretty well, but then they threw another monkey wrench my way.
"Who is this car registered to?"
Son of a bitch.
"Well, it's my car, but I'm having some trouble getting the title from the owner." (By the way, in case you can hear me quietly cursing to myself right about now, you're not imagining that voice.)
"Why haven't they given you the title?"
"I paid for the car, but I think they're having trouble finding the paperwork. It's all paid off though, and I have it insured in my name."
The border guard hmmm'd while he looked at his screen, then he turned back to me and said, "Well, it's just a random thing that pops up, but I need you to pull your vehicle over to the side there so we can do a quick search."
"Oh, okay, no problem sir." (Inside my head: damnit.. damnit... fucking... shit... arrrrrrrrrrg)
I pulled the car over to the number 12 parking area like he wanted, and then I was met by two more border guards that asked me to step out of the vehicle and hand them the keys. They opened up all my doors and went all through the contents of my trunk, which included some IT gear for my job, in case there was an emergency. Then they asked me what the equipment in the trunk was for, and I explained what I did for a living and that the equipment in the trunk was there in case of emergency runs to our server rack. This seemed like a good enough answer for them, but just to be safe, the two guards decided to go through every piece of luggage I'd brought in, closely examining every pocket and every crevice in my laptop case and my suitcase.
It was painstaking, but I didn't have anything to hide, so I wasn't too worried. Once they finished searching, they handed me a piece of paper and told me that I just needed to hand that over to someone at the middle counter of the customs building and I'd be on my way. I breathed a sigh of relief and made my way inside, expecting all the fuss to be over and done with. Again, I thought wrong.
The woman at the counter put me through a barrage of questions that was a combination of all the ones I'd been asked already by the two guards that went through my car and by the initial border guard that sent me there in the first place. She asked me if the person I was going to visit knew that I was coming. She asked me where they lived, how many times I'd been to see them already, how I met them, and then she asked for their phone number.
At that point, she disappeared into a back room, and didn't emerge for about 15 minutes. 15 minutes of me sweating it out, waiting to see what was going on.
Finally, she re-emerged and I found out that the reason for the delay is that she was calling the person I was going to see, to verify that I was in fact an expected and welcome guest. I was free to leave, and finish my journey the rest of the way there, and it was about all I could do to avoid speeding off so fast my tires squealed.
When I came back home, they didn't give me near as much trouble, but the border guard did decide that he needed to take my keys and look in my trunk for a few minutes before he let me through.
The whole ordeal has me shaking my head a bit. I realize that the border guards were more than justified in searching my car, especially with the car title issues, but I think I also have to come to the conclusion I must indeed be a terrorist. And, since I have to be a terrorist, I've decided I must change my avatar appropriately, so that I can be a very... very... terrifying terrorist. 
(For those that might not get the reference, head here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1uwOL4rB-go - Trust me, you'll get a laugh.)
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