Boy ends up at Hooters after slipping out of day care.

The five-year-old boy walked out of the Imagination Station child care center in the 2300 block of San Jacinto Boulevard near Golden Triangle Mall.

He then crossed busy Dallas Drive to go to a RaceTrac gas station to purchase a soft drink and snacks.

The kids got balls, but I must say I'm quite disappointed that he opted for the subpar RaceTrac experience over the first-rate Quiktrip quicktrip. He could have got a cheap 32oz coke and hotdog that would have blown away whatever junk food he got at the CrapTrac.

After many many requests and much laziness on my part, anonymous comments are back on for three-rings blog posts, so comment away and we'll see how horrible the spam gets...

I miss out on cubical events like this:


I think my favorite part is the the guy with the camera phone filming it while trying to avoid the crazy guy, here's his video:


Thank you boingboing for pointing out all of the fun I am missing out on.

Sorry for the unannounced downtime. I figured I'd do a good old fashioned reboot of the server on Friday and it started giving nasty filesystem not found errors. After a weekend of work and a few wrong turns I got it back up and running with a few changes to the config files and a whole bunch of luck. Carry on.

If you're sick of the nero/ezcd creator bloat checkout the open source burning software Infrarecorder. I haven't tried out everything on it yet, but it installed easily enough, recognized my burner without issue and made a pretty little Ubuntu Live CD that worked great the first try.

It looks like there might be a (slim) chance that the Democratic nominee will not be decided until the August convention in Denver and the Architect has decided to step up to the plate with a recent Newsweek article and offer a bit of advice (and a view into how the neo-cons won in 2000 and 2004).

Here's a choice bit from the article:

In addition, save some surprises--and hold back some votes. You want to have positive news each day of the convention, especially the day of the vote. In 1940, Sam Pryor, a master operator and supporter of Wendell Willkie, carefully salted away supporters in the camps of other candidates, including his principal opponents. Then he carefully moved just enough of them into the Willkie column so he rose on each ballot while his competitors fell. It helped that the delegates were hidden in states well down the roll call like Massachusetts, New Hampshire and New York. And it especially helped Willkie that he appeared to pull votes from his principal competitors. Since this year's convention is likely to take only one ballot, keep some superdelegates ready to pop out just before and during the convention.

Though my original plan when moving back to Oregon was to sell my old books on Amazon or Half.com (ebay), it wound up being too much of a pain in the ass for very little in return. If I had known that Powells Books made it this easy, I would have been all over it. You enter in the ISBN number, they tell you if they will buy it from you, for how much and will provide you with a free shipping label to print out and send to them. Seems a lot easier than having to wait forever to sell on the other services for next to nothing. One drawback is that they only pay you in store credit, no cash (unless you show up to the actual store). That's fine by me though, the book selection is second only to Amazon.

Though there were brief attempts to blog by Ickis and I, it turned out to be a bit more difficult than first thought (my bad). Now that the big move is over (and having returned from a brief side trip to Montana) and I'm finally starting to get the chance to settle down a bit and will attempt to blog (along with Ickis) about the grand trip Ickis and I embarked on. At the very least we will get all of our pictures up in some fashion.

Before I get down to buisness though I'd like to give a brief shoutout to everyone for all the help with the big move. It was by far one of the most difficult and stressfull things I've ever had to do and would never have been able to make it though without the help of my fellow three-ringers (and a few non-three-ringers as well).

Various Special thanks go out to my Parents for all the kinds of help that parents do. To cephalex for building that kickass wheel box/three-rings.com advert (a few southern states and most of the west coast should be fully aware of three-rings by now) to Gorytunes for helping sell the much beloved fox which shall soon become an Electro-Fox, to Camaci for letting me steal her boyfriend for a few weeks and for helping clean up all my leftover crap, To Danger for the kickass travel package (semi-nude photos of baby wipe baths to be posted in the near future), to Ickis for countless things, not the least of which was being a kick ass travel buddy and to of course to Analytic for helping so much the last few days of packing including a awesome tetris style packing job on the truck. And to everyone else who helped out by donating to the cause.

I expect everyone to come up and visit at their earliest convience and take one of my world famous (world meaning three people so far) Oregon tours.

enjoy