Sometimes things do not go as planned. The heist certainly did not. I meant it to be a simple job — masks, a few guns, fast horses, a big score at the end. 

The big dumb deputy got Jim in the back, about a minute in. By then there was smoke in the air, screaming, lots of noise. I always knew Jim would die of a bullet, most likely in the back. I think he knew the same. I should have known that the sheriff would post a deputy at the bank. It made no sense. We had spent the previous night torching the Canaveras Ranch, shot old man Canaveras, shot his ranch hands, shot the wife and children. Let one run to town with a hole in her arm, in her bloody nightgown, so as to attract attention back to the ranch. Then we rode hard around the Gap to town, and waited until the kid rode up, nearly dead, screaming and hollering about murder. 

Can a house be evil? Is it possible for a structure of wood and stone and plaster and glass to become more than the sum of its parts, in the negative sense? It certainly happens in the positive sense. Fill a house with light and love and family and that sense of comfort and well-being seems to permeate the very walls of the place. But … is it possible to architect a bad place, however inadvertently, through the unwitting intersection of board and beam?

“Your honor, I’ve seen shit that would turn you white!” — Winston, Ghostbusters.

There’s not a lot of work out there for a twenty-ish ex-security guard with a bad case of PTSD. And if that dumb kid was hideously scarred by a ‘serial killer’ that had carved a swathe of victims across three states and disappeared without a trace? That kid can barely get a hamburger at McDonald’s, much less gainful employment.

The Stairs and The Doorway
I don’t feel like I’m a nosy person. No more nosy than the next guy. I just have what my Ma would call an unhealthy amount of curiosity. I was the kid who climbed to the top of the big oak in the back yard, just to see what was in the crows’ nest. I was the kid who dug a hole in the back yard so deep that I hit groundwater because I was convinced there was a cave under our house, and I wanted to see it. To see.

I’ll be posting short stories here, as they’re written.

Here’s how to fix your Macbook Pro’s busted sleep function

In the mad rush to consolidate two households into the smaller of two houses — and that location being hopefully only temporary — we’ve been trying to get rid of a whole lot of Stuff.

I’ve been following a lot of the recommendations of Peter Walsh’s “It’s All Too Much“, but the biggest hurdle is dealing with the “sunk cost fallacy”, and how to get rid of those things that we “might need” in the future.

I’m impressed with Ubiquity. It’s very similar to my favorite Mac app, Quicksilver. Instead of telling Firefox where to go, Ubiquity allows the user to tell Firefox what to do, including: open a map, email someone, Digg something, tag something, show you the weather, or look something up.

I’m really happy that I can dredge up childhood memories and find them already posted on the internet. For example, you can find the Pinball Number Count video is on YouTube.

Rachel got me a new iPhone 3G for my birthday, so I unlocked my old* iPhone using WinPWN and gave it to her. WinPWN also installed Cydia, which is basically Debian apt for the iPhone. So now I have a crippled, locked down iPhone, and Rachel has one with a complete Unix toolkit, reworked BSD subsystem, and access to a huge library of free open-source games and utilities. But hey, mine’s still faster. 😛