Thursday, July 31, 2014

The Tool

There is a fun story that I sometimes like to think back and giggle about when I was in computer class at high school. Our computer teacher had game day on Fridays. He setup an account on the old Novell network named "Pancho" that had a bunch of games we could play. Every Friday roughly 25 students would log into that account to play and get assigned a number next to the "Pancho", my guess was depending on the order you logged into it.

One particular Friday I started playing my favorite game called "The Incredible Machine". A game where you could play through challenges or create your own Rube Goldberg-esque machines. The game had all sorts of cool challenges and scenarios...it kept me busy and entertained. This Friday was a boring day for. I don't really remember if it was the teen-angst or just plain boredom that made me seek fun elsewhere...

There was a fun feature in the Novell system that allowed a savvy user to blast message to any computer you chose. The message would pop up on top of anything the user on that system was doing and give the option to close. Harmless right? Well...I decided to have fun by drafting up a crafty message and did a CTRL-A in the system select menu and hit send. I normally would not have done this because I didn't want to get in trouble. This day was different, the regular computer teacher was out sick.

Imagine my glee when I look over to all the monitors in class with my message plastered right in the middle of screens...

"Are you having fun yet?"

**Stifled giggling**

"Did you have your Wheaties today?"

**stifled "WTFs"**

I stopped for a bit to marvel at my genius.

A buddy of mine saw me giggling and asked if I was the one doing it. I think he noticed me looking over before I actually send the messages. The only reason I decided to tell him it was me was because a few months prior he had given me The Donkey Kong Country Trilogy for the Super Nintendo. He threw them at me one morning and stated he no longer played them and that he remembered how much I loved playing them. Good guy.

Back to my hijinks. I told him it was me and that he needed to keep a tight lid on this because bad-stuff. He understood...and proceeded to blast some messages of his own. PAUSE...

Before I continue I need to explain something.

There was a technology aid that was hired in the year that all this was going on. He was a cocky motherfucker that would regularly talk down to the students regarding any computer related questions or discussions. At some point it bled over to being talked down to about just about anything anyone went to him for. He was so arrogant that me and a friend were able to get him to disclose the password for a section of the network was pretty vital to the school. I don't remember how we social-engineered his ass but it was great being able to browse the Internets from any computer on campus. Needless to say....he was an utter TOOL.

Back to the fun...

"You should play The Incredible Machine. You can make sick machines, lolz"

"Stop touching your face, Jennifer"

**SLAMMED OPEN DOOR**

I turned around and it was the tool. The cocky motherfucker that had a pissed off look in his eye.

"WHICH ONE OF YOU IS PANCHO57?!"

Oh shit. I think the CTRL+A hit up the neighboring computer class. Panic mode. Think Ish, think. I got nothing. Keep cool.

Hushed voiced friend, "WTF ARE WE GOING TO DO!?"

"Keep calm! He doesn't know!"

I quickly glanced at my neighbors' screens and noticed that the log in on their computers were out of order. My neighbor was PANCHO2 and the buddy was PANCHO47. PANIC, does Novell have any sort of logs on those messages?

The Tool, "You better speak up or else I'm going straight to the principal's office!" *type type type*... *awkward face*

"I can easily find out from THIS computer!"

By this point my friend was sweating and fidgeting in his seat. I told him he wasn't going to find out. Tool kept mumbling and cursing under his breath and I just watched him suffer. It was so delicious and satisfying that I promised I would never tell anyone about this.

The bell had rung and everyone was logging out of their respective computers. I did as well. Calmly collected my belongings and walked out with the most sheepish grin on my face I had ever mustered. It was hilarious seeing his attitude change over the next few weeks. It was great knowing that one defeat could completely deflate a man.

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Ubuntu. GNU/Linux. And my mind.

I believe I understood this word to be an old African word to mean "humanity to others".

About seven years ago I stumbled upon the word "Ubuntu". At the time all I ever did with my days was work in MS Windows and play on my Xbox 360. Really Microsoft oriented. A rough era of my life had begun back then.. it was the first time I lived away from my parent's home. It finally had happened. I would clock that from concept to reality at around 6 or 7 years. From the moment I realized I needed to live away from my parents until it became a fact of my life.

Back in those days all I did was... AOL, and Playstation. With the occasional book of course. So my mind was a puddle of mush almost every single evening. I didn't give myself enough time to really take that in because I was too busy experiencing my life everyday and answering only to myself. So I kinda may have made more mistakes than I should have. Ultimately because it was scary.

But I loved that feeling. Everything was so new to me. Friends I could rely on were in my life. I learned many lessons from ex-girlfriends. I was used and hurt many times. I've hurt people. I made amends. If I missed anything vile from my end... just means I didn't know I did something wrong. I may still not know.

In comes that word. I found out about it because I came across a site, some random place out of thousands upon thousands that I've visited. It mentioned the new release of something called a Linux Distribution. It showcased login screens and menus... My geek-rager was at full THE Force-zen.

Honestly I cracked the most ridiculous smile and made me so happy seeing those screenshots. I thought it was so cool that there was a new distribution of Linux. Last thought I had regarding Linux at that point was when I was taking my Linux class test at DeVry. And I only knew about Red Hat and Gentoo. Tough nuts to crack. But then Ubuntu showed up out of the BLUE... literally... The guy who founded the company that makes Ubuntu made MILLIONS selling his cryptography work to Verisign and using the money to spend a year training to go to Space. He left the planet with money he made from typing at his computer for hours on end. Blew my mind.

I said eff you to Windows XP and installed Ubuntu 8.04 codenamed "Hardy Heron"... fricken codenames! SO COOL! It was honestly a healthy and happy time. And really trippy for me.

I lived in that operating system anytime I was on the Internet at home in Costa Mesa. It made me demolish all I knew about computers just so that I could rebuild my knowledge with only Linux in mind. I had to shift my perspective about technology. In doing so I also think I had continued that shift into my reality. What I mean is I started seen everything around me in a different light... and different angles. All good....some bad.

Monday, May 19, 2014

Friday, May 9, 2014

T-shirts.

I gave myself a project to photograph my entire t-shirt collection. I so far have only photographed 33 of them. Many are from one-a-day designer shops, i.e. shirt.woot.com, riptapparel.com, etc. And many have been given to me at various conventions.

I did this because I know one day they may fade too much and I would have kicked myself for not had taken shots when they were at their most shiniest.

Thursday, May 8, 2014

Zebra finch baby.

This morning I found out a baby bird Hilary and I have helped be okay was a little sick because she was exhausted from taking care of babies and making like 6 eggs.

But they're okay. Before I accidentally jostled their cage the momma was next to the baby. I felt a bit sad because I made her force herself to fly away. I apologized to momma and wanted to make a video of the chicklet to show my fiancĂ© of their status. See, I was tasked with checking in on them to make sure they're okay. That crazy little spit-fuck was on the edge of the water bowl. His younger cousin accidentally drowned 3 weeks ago. So I was worried poop-less. But he just loved the water. He's still okay as you can see.

Friday, February 7, 2014

A slice of Ish.

For a long time I used to solve other people's issues in my head. Mainly as a method of stopping thoughts about myself. Then at some point I realized it was to keep my senses sharp with it came to human interaction. I grew up with my mom giving me her attention at any point I found myself adventurous. Which meant that any time I felt I was being a good person and living as a hero that i've seen on cartoons I was told by my mother to "stop being crazy"...though that was said in Spanish.

I just reduced the first 19 years of my life to a malformed paragraph. This is my crazy...I think. When I'm done thinking....I think. When I can't take it anymore....I force myself to stop thinking. That includes video games, work, personal work, friendships, family, friends that are family, family-friends, god...I'm guessing female....etc. Problem with that is that all requires thinking too. I don't mind it at all. I love all of that. It's how I've fit myself to my own soul/life. My reality is that of a lot of important tangible people...and crazy reminders of my life, and stories.

I have a lot to say...obviously. I love getting to know new people. I realized the only way I can be happy with myself was to be honest about my life. So in order to let that happen I needed to feel open with my communication. So now I talk about as much as I can. The thoughts cross streams and you may hear me go quiet but that merely means I either stopped myself from inserting foot into mouth. Or I just confused myself by thinking waaay too hard about something.

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Sarsaparilla.

I had a conversation last year with a friend of mine regarding root beer. Apparently from her observations root beer tastes fucken gross to Mexicans. I laughed hard for like five seconds and then stopped to ask why she thinks that?

Turns out Mexican medicines are nasty as hell... I think there is one specific one that stands out in my mind. It's this orange cocktail that is so chalky all I can think of now is Gabby Douglas' palms. To make a long story short... I recently discovered many things about who I am as a person and my past as a human. That, coupled with new hopes and dreams, has changed my perspective. For the better.

Sarsaparilla has appeared in my life a lot recently. Usually when things like this happen in my life I find inspiration or happiness. Sometimes bad things but I am an optimist for let's leave it at happiness. So I followed the trail. Fallout New Vegas has a drink named Sunset Sarsaparilla that restores 2 HPs per second for 25 seconds. It is my favorite item in the game. Mainly because I see my character sippin' on some sarsaparilla while taking cover and receiving health back...and more likely than not a second wind. It tickles me.

I then re-watched The Big Lebowski. The cowboy guy asked if they had any good sarsaparilla. Sioux City sarsaparilla was the choice brew for him. Then cut to an evening with my fiancĂ© and roomates at Downtown Orange at a shop that sells the biggest variety of bottled sodas I've ever seen in my life...mostly refrigerated and ready to drink! So I bought some...


For some reason figuring out something as "normal" as sarsaparilla in my life and changing my stance on whether or not I like it has brought me ease. I can't explain it. All of the stuff that has been bothering me is no longer there. 

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