THESE PEOPLE ARE CRAZY

After what I went through last week, I suspect these people are a little bit different than me.

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STOP PROBING ME!

Garrett Knights warned me of this, but it's still bad to see it first hand. Apparently, the set of IP addresses Telus assigns to its' ADSL subscribers is well-known. How can I tell? I've been probed over 7 times in last two hours. My last ISP was not well-known so their IP addresses were not as public. It was so safe, I uninstalled my firewall because I didn't need it.

Now, I'm getting probes from France all to the way to Korea. They're testing my ports, looking for weaknesses. I'm not sure what they could do.
I'm going to leave ZoneAlarm running for a while to see what it can find.

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BACK ON ADSL

Well, after over a week of not having ADSL, I am finally back on. I'm not sure what crack withdrawal feels like but I think I have a pretty good idea.

Meanwhile, the new place is a mess. I have boxes everywhere and no place to put them. I tempted not to put them anywhere since I'll be moving out soon anyways.

The internet though, you have to have the Internet man.

The view from this window overlooks a decrepit, low rent apartment block. I'm thinking about installing a web cam so that I can share.

Enter shirtless guy holding a beer

"I didn't hit 'er offisur!"

Enter woman with big hair holding filthy child

"He done it 'cause he loves me sir!"

How can I not share this with the world?

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MOVING DAY

It’s late, I’m tired, I should be in bed, but I need to be up for a few more minutes yet. The house is quiet, but it’s almost empty. The walls are bare, and many rooms are devoid of furnishings. Tomorrow, I’m moving the rest of my stuff to a tiny townhouse. My parent’s townhouse. My mom has decided she doesn’t want to deal with mortgage payments anymore. That’s fine, but I get the feeling my parents didn’t expect to have their 28 year old son with them in the grand scheme of things. Ha ha ha. Well, that’s what I get for deviating from an engineering career (what a sacrifice I made for you EA! lol).

I’ll miss this house. We moved in right when I started university, which was the most important chapter in my life. My memories of school and this house go hand in hand. That’s odd, because I lived in residence while at UBC. There are many others reasons why I loved this house. When he moved in, this house was brand spanking new, untouched by any family. It actually looked shiny. We came from a house that was over 25 years old at the time. It had only one bathroom, the new place had three. Our old house didn’t have a garage, the new place had a two car garage (with an electric door opener, something which my parents had never had). The old place was small, the new place had more room that we knew what to do with (my mom eventually solved that problem by buying new furniture). The old place had crappy appliances, the new place had a refrigerator that made ice on demand! The old place had one ancient phone jack in the most inconvenient place, the new place had a phone jack in almost every room.

Of course over a span of ten years, you form many other memories as well. With so much new space, a lot of family was able to visit. Almost all my cousins came over to stay, some for even extended periods of time. I also remember watching a lot of the Canucks games in the house during their run to the Cup in ’94. Strangely, one of my fondest memories consists of putting together a new barbeque in the middle of the kitchen floor on a hot Saturday evening. My sister was watching Pulp Fiction on TV and she was listening to me swear as I got all sweaty when the legs of the bbq wouldn’t fit together. I remember getting DSL in ’99 and the thrill of having the Internet on all the time.

It’s all the little slices of life that happened in this house that I will take with me. Can a house feel like a part of a family? I certainly think so.

Well, I’m rambling so I’ll end it here. Let’s hope everything goes smoothly. I should have the DSL back up on Tuesday. I’ll be back then.

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