WARNING: THESE SCRIPTS CAN AND WILL PUSH YOUR MACHINE TO ITS LIMITS! IF YOU HAVE EVEN A SLIGHT ISSUE WITH THE COOLING/HARDWARE IN YOU MACHINE IT’S STRONGLY ADVISED THAT YOU DO NOT RUN THESE! THESE SCRIPTS CAN DAMAGE HARDWARE IF USED INCORRECTLY!!!!

Alright, now that we have that out of the way, here ya go:

Windows VBScript:
1) Copy and paste this into notepad:
i=0
while 1<2
i = i + 1
wend
2) Save as ‘max_cpu.vbs’ in a location that’s convenient for you.
3) OPEN TASK MANAGER NOW (If you don’t do it now you will never get it open)!!!!!
4) Run the script (by double clicking) for each CPU/core you have on your machine. In task manager you should see a wscript.exe for each time you double click it.
5) When you have completed the testing kill all the wscript.exe processes you see in task manager.

Linux bash script:
1) Copy and paste this into gedit:
#!/bin/bash
let count=0
while :
do
echo “Count is: $count”
((count++))
done
2) Save as ‘max_cpu.sh’ in a location that’s convenient for you.
3) Make the script executable (‘chmod a+x max_cpu.sh’ usually works).
4) Run the script, ‘./max_cpu.sh’ will do it. Repeat this for every CPU/core on your machine. You will have to have a separate terminal for each one.
5) When you have completed your testing do a ‘CTRL + C’ in each of the terminal windows that you executed the script in to kill the process.

While not really required, it’s strongly advised that you reboot after these ‘tests’ to make sure things get cleaned up. These don’t make any change to the OS but sometimes (especially with Windows) it will not fully release the resources used after the process(es) is(are) terminated.

And on that day, when you need your brothers and sisters to care.
I’ll be right here.

Citizen soldiers.
Holding the light for the ones that we guide from the dark of despair.
Standing on guard for the ones that we’ve sheltered.
We’ll always be ready because we will always be there.

When there’re people crying in the streets.
When they’re starving for a meal to eat.
When they simply need a place to make their beds.
Right here underneath my wing, you can rest your head.

On that day, when you need your brothers and sisters to care.
I’ll be right here.

Citizen soldiers.
Holding the light for the ones that we guide from the dark of despair.
Standing on guard for the ones that we’ve sheltered.
We’ll always be ready because we will always be there.

Hope and pray, that you never need me.
The rest assured I will not let you down.
I walk beside you, but you may not see me.
The strongest among you may not wear a crown.

On the day when you need your brothers and sisters to care.
I’ll be right here.
On that day when you don’t have strength for the burden you bear.
I’ll be right here.

Citizen soldiers.
Holding the light for the ones that we guide from the dark of despair.
Standing on guard for the ones that we’ve sheltered.
We’ll always be ready because we will always be there.

Otter Bunyard 1991 to 2009:

Go away I’m in too truthful a mood to talk
Lines on the map tangle up when my heart gets lost
Cut me down to size
Cut me down to size
I believe, cut me down

Really, it’s not that the sensor has gone bad, it’s that it’s been melted, rather badly. This picture will likely show a bit better what has happened (click the image for a larger view):

Yeah, not cool.  I’m still trying to track down the problem but at this point, I believe it to simply be one of the two hoses pictures, more specifically, the one on the exhaust site of the orifice.  I bought the hoses and another sensor at NAPA but before I install it, I wanted to make sure that the cat converters aren’t plugged.  That could also cause excessive back pressure and do the damage shown.

What makes it worse, my car actually qualifies for the “Cash for Clunkers” program and I would get $4500 on a trade in.  The problem with this is that I can’t find the car that I really want….a black Jetta TDI, manual transmission, with a sunroof.  Really my car should run a fair bit longer so I really hate to give it up over a repair that costs a few hundred dollars.  Of course, if I do end up having to replace the cats, that’s another $350 or so if I do it myself.

It’s just driving me crazy….I laid awake for a while this morning just thinking about it and going over all the possible scenarios in my head.  I really believe it to just be the hose, but I don’t know that for a fact, and at $100 a pop for the sensor I don’t really feel like melting another one.  Tomorrow I plan to check the vacuum pressures to see if the cat converters are bad.  My hope is that they aren’t, and that simply putting everything back together (with the new hose) will solve the problem.

Anyway….just what I have been thinking about for the past few days….

Dear Webmaster,

Please note, all the links have been broken to AVOID actually linking to the site.  The only thing I left was the mailto email address with the hope that it will get spammed to hell.  My response is a follows, and I think it sums up my rant rather nicely:

Nice to see such a lovely auto-generated message….  The short answer is, piss off.  The long answer is, how in the hell is my rantings ANYTHING AT ALL like airline tickets!?!?  I deal with stupidity on a daily basis but you have without a doubt taken the cake.  Just thinking about how stupid you must be give me a splitting headache.  I truly hope that you burn forever in hell and that your very existence is nothing short of painful.  Please, kindly, remove my site, email, and anything else tied to me from any and all databases, email lists, web sites, etc.  Thank you and have a wonderful day,
–
Dan

Anyway, I don’t really have anything to add to that, so that will be all.

Shannon, 6, was staying with her grandmother overnight as Shelley had to work. Since her bio father doesn’t have a place of his own, he stays here as well. This can, as one would imagine, cause some tension.

While I don’t know the whole story, this I know. Shannon and her bio father had a bit of a….well….”falling out” this morning….more than what is usual. As I understand it, she stated that “he was mean but I wasn’t and she wished she was with me this morning”  That of course has been tweaked to reflective the fact that it’s coming from me and not from her.  Not being a grammar major, nor really being all that great at grammar, I don’t really know the proper term here.

What makes this better still, is that he was more that a little upset with this.  He promptly left, didn’t say goodbye, didn’t stop at the stop signs, and just took off.  I know I shouldn’t find this nearly as amusing as I do, but I cannot help it.  I really don’t know how to describe it.  I’m overcome with a strange sense of proudness (shut-up, I know it’s not a word!)….for her standing up to him.  The voice in the back of my head telling me that I will be just fine as a parent also seems to be getting stronger.

I don’t know….I don’t really know how to define this.  While they are not my bio children, I have this connection that seems to be stronger than any physical connection could ever be.  I really don’t know how to describe it….I may never be able to honestly.  I feel like….I know that I love them, that I am proud of them, that I truly value our time together.  I….I really cannot explain it.

I know it’s not what would be expected…bit sometimes it really takes a rather odd event to really shed light on the situation.  Meaning, I have always been proud of the….my children that is….but I don’t know that I really realized how much until today….

I haven’t been past here in some time, and it really gave me a chance to reflect.  Having known the record of the cars I choose to drive (cop cars for all intensive purposes) it’s not surprising that I emerged from it nearly unharmed.  Looking at it though, I realize that there are very few, maybe no other cars that would have protected me the way my vic did.

Crown Victories, Grand Marquis, Lincoln Town Cars, etc. have always been built pretty well.  The police don’t just choose them randomly.  They have beefy engines, strong suspensions, and really do hold up rather well in a collision.  Well….the car doesn’t, but it does a VERY good job protecting the driver.

Anyway, I digress.  I don’t believe that there are many cars that would have left their drivers in as good shape as I was.  What it is, I don’t know, but I know there is a reason I am still here today.  There is a reason I choose a Crown Vic as my car.  A reason I walked away from that crash nearly unharmed.  It’s something I have thought about many times over the past couple of years.  Something that I will never be able to shake, something I will never be able to forget, something I will never be able to deny.

I know that I won’t usually admit it, nor will I usually acknowledge it, but the truth is, I fucked up, really bad.  Whether it was for better or worse, I really don’t know, but I cannot change the past.  I don’t usually dwell on it, or really even think about it, but it has been at the front of my mind this evening.

What it means, I haven’t a clue.  I have never claimed to understand the way that my mind works, but I know this.  Something caused me to drive past that point tonight.  Something caused me to dwell on it for so long.  What, I don’t know, but something.

Anyway, I have gone on long enough, I’m headed to bed.  It’s still a bit early, but I’m tired and not in a very good mood….

It happened late Monday night or early Tuesday morning.  I’m not really sure which since my clock’s wrong.  I got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom.  On my way there, I was walking through my dark room and stretched my arms up in the air to stretch.  Instead of cracking a few joints and stretching out my arms though, my left-hand pinky was hit with the blade of a ceiling fan.  At first it wasn’t really all that bad.  It was dark and I was tired so I didn’t really think much of it.  After I got to the bathroom though and turned on the light, it was a bit worse.  I got cut in three places.

So that’s my story.  Don’t fight the ceiling fan, you won’t win, especially when it’s on high speed.