These drugs have me very, VERY tired.

I also can’t fall asleep. It’s amazing, the circles my brain runs in when I’m this sleepy, and yet not sleepING. For instance, while I lay in bed I figured out that the problem with wireless connectivity in my house can be solved if I simply take the wireless-access computers and force them to not use DHCP. I don’t know what the DHCP problem is with my router, but as I lay in bed I figured out that that it was DHCP that was failing.

So I got out of bed, printed an IPCONFIG /ALL from a machine where wired DHCP had provided valid settings, picked a likely IP addy, and then plugged those settings in to the wireless Kidputer. BAM. Instant internet access. With a 128-bit WEP key, no less.

I also had some other genius ideas while not asleep. I probably shouldn’t implement them just now, though. It’s 2am, and I really do need to try to get some sleep.

The good news is that the time I was thinking about spending tomorrow giving my 10-year old internet access can be spent napping instead. It’s only a slight hitch, after all.

–Howard

Lewis Perdue (lperdue) appears to have registered for a Live Journal account for the express purpose of setting the record straight.

Content aside, this does not BEGIN to legitimize my commentary on current events. No, I won’t feel legit until Dan Brown and Judge Daniels weigh in as well, and we get a full-on flame war. Then I’ll start applying for Press credentials.

–Howard

You may or may not have already heard that long-time ABC Anchor Peter Jennings died on Sunday, succumbing finally to the lung cancer that he recently announced he was battling.

I read about it on CNN’s website.

Here’s a screen-shot. Tell me what’s wrong with this picture…

From time to time I talk about matters of faith, belief, religion, fundamentalism, and evangelism here.

I can’t NOT do it. I’m a Sunday School teacher. I’m the Financial Secretary for a congregation of over 200 people. I spend three hours every Sunday and eight hours every Wednesday in religious observances and duties. I am, for want of a better term, a “believer.”

I’m also a science fiction writer, a cartoonist, a father, a humorist, a disc golfer, a new Beetle owner, and any number of other more or less mundane things.

I could talk at length about the technical aspects of a good RH Sidearm, and how I’ve come to rely on that for my putting. Some of you would have an opinion on the matter, and we could probably have quite a profound discussion from which each of our disc-golf games could possibly improve. Others of you would be curious as to the attraction of this game, and might decide to play. Still others would be inclined to announce that disc golf is for losers who can’t afford to play REAL golf. The vast majority of you would skim the post and move on. Some of you might decide to unsubscribe because my opinions on the sport of disc golf, and how it relates to sports in general, are just outright offensive, and there’s no point reading the further ramblings of a person who is obviously stupid.

Hopefully the similarity between Disc Golf and “Mormonism” isn’t lost on you. Hopefully when I talk about my beliefs, when I discuss the little miracles of my own life, when I pop a quick religious-angle opinion on the news of the day, you’ll understand that there is a universe of context missing from what I say, and that none of us have the luxury of assuming its content as we post.

It just turned into “Sunday” here. I need to go to bed so I can be refreshed at Church tomorrow. I really love going to church. I could spend days writing about why, and that’s just part of that “universe of context” that is missing.

And as much as I complain about how little you know about my religious beliefs, it’s safe to say that I know even less about yours. If we really get into it, we’ll be typing all month. So… when I say it’s inherently difficult discussing religion here, I mean it.

Ignorance isn’t bliss, and it’s not a very good excuse, but if we confess it up front, we’re more likely forgive and be forgiven for ignorant trespasses in the future. Thanks for reading, thanks for posting, and thanks for putting up with me.

–Howard