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This morning I tried my hand at making Beignet’s for breakfast. That sugary treat from New Orleans.

Cafe Du Monde Beignet


They were a big hit. That and I was drinking Cafe Du Monde Coffee while making them. Oh so spoiled at times. The taste of New Orleans goodness in the morning. 🙂

Cafe Du Monde Coffee and Chicory


Hypothetically speaking, if someone were to drop a metal fan off the window sill and onto their bare foot, how big do you think their toes will swell?

Answer? I’ll tell you in the morning. Between the bandages to stop the bleeding and ice pack, it’s a bit hard to tell at the moment.

I do know that your pinky toe will actually swell down the side of your foot. In case you ever need to know that.

The other night the kitten was messing with Lady’s tail, our black lab. Lady finally had enough and stood up, turned toward the kitten, the kitten stand on its hind legs, spreads her front paws out with a “bring it on” attitude. Lady looks at the kitten for a few seconds, closes her eyes, ducks her head, and head butts the kitten. Knocking it on its tail end.

Lady then looks at the kitten for a second, turns and lays back down, with an attitude like, “there, that showed you, you silly cat!”

It was awesome.

Well, the Hackintosh experiment is now over. The systems lost audio the other day, so I figured it was just a kext that had been overwritten by an official Apple update. Sadly, that was just the tip of the iceberg.

Long story short. The Gigabyte motherboard I was using went south on me. Every time the system rebooted it would reset the bios back to factory defaults, and a Hackintosh needs a couple of specific bios settings to work. And before anyone says “it’s the battery’, it’s not. I’ve replaced to be sure, however, the bios reset to factory but it never lost the date and time.  Which means the motherboard failed. I spent several hours dinking with the bloody thing with no success.

Anyhow, I picked up a cheap motherboard replacement to get the system running again so the girls could play the new World of Warcraft patch. Monterey California has a very very limited supply of localy stocked motherboards. It’s an older style Gigabyte motherboard that doesn’t support being a Hackintosh. As such I gave my brother in-law a call and will be getting another Windows 7 Ultimate key. (Helps he works for Microsoft).  One good thing about Windows 7 is that I can use it for up to 30 days before needing the key. Which gives me the buffer I needed. I should be getting the key next week, and yet I now have 2 up and running Windows machines.

I took the old motherboard and put it in a different case with some spare parts and built a new Ubuntu desktop system. Ubuntu doesn’t need any special settings to work. So, even though the motherboard has failed it’s still usable. At least for a developement/spare machine.

I may or may not build another Hackintosh in the future. It was fun to figure out.

Those who know exactly what this is know who you are.

It’s been a busy day.
Breakfast in New Orleans Louisiana
Lunch at the Rocketeeria at Stennis Space Center Mississippi
Dinner in Atlanta Georgia
Late night snack in Monterey California

Well, the New Orleans Nerd Fest is officially over. The hung over, Bourban faced computer nerds are staggering across the nation and world back to their respective datacenters. Including yours truly.

We’ll be making a small detour today on the way to the airport. We will be swinging through the old home stead. Diamondhead Mississippi and Stennis Space center. I haven’t been back since moving away after the storm.

I won’t be able to post pictures until I get back and can download the camera.

Well, it turns out that this hole in the wall laundry mat played a big part in the birth and growth of the sound of New Orleans.

This building used to be Cosimo Matassa’s J&M Studio. Where young players like Ray Charles, Little Richard, Fats Domino, Jerry Lee Lewis, Annie Laurie, The Dukes of Dixieland, and on and on, all recorded their music. Now its a laundry mat.

If I hadn’t taken a chance at being mugged and come here I never would have found this place.

Fyi. I’m not very observant. My first clue, besides the pictures, records, plaques, etc. Was the tour group that wandered into the laundry that made me start looking around and asking questions. Hey, I’m a computer nerd, what can I say.

So, I decided to avoid checking a bag on this trip. I figured I would pack a light carry on bag and do laundry half way through the trip. Ya, right.

It turns out the crappy Holiday Inn Express we are at in downtown New Orleans doesn’t have laundry machines. They wish to charge $10 per pair of jeans, $9.50 a shirt and $4.50 for undies. Socks aren’t even an option. So, $72 for a single load of laundry and I would still have to buy socks.

I start heading the 3/4 of a mile hike to the closest laundry a. Bing search turned up. This entailed walking through the heart of the French Quarter. En route I walk past what looks like an active eviction in progress and end up walking parallel to a local lady carrying a jar half full of pennies and sauntering down the road.

She calls out “Hey Texas!” (I’m wearing a Texas Advanced Computing Center shirt). Introduces herself as Megan and asks where I’m headed. So I explain I’m off to do laundry at 841 Bourbon Street. She says ” Ahh Hell no. That place will charge you triple to do a wash. Follow me and I’ll take you to where the locals do laundry”. A moments thought regarding knives, muggings, and dumb tourists before I say sure, show me.

So, long story shorter. Here I am a mile into the Quarter, 5 bucks lighter for the directions, (she walked me all the way here and then through the back door of the place), still alive, doing laundry in this run down place across from the Louis Armstrong Park.

There is definitely a wide variety of interesting characters here doing their laundry. Most bringing their laundry in in black plastic garbage sacks. On the upside, some of the ladies were eating po-boys and I asked where they got them. I’ll be making a slight detour on the way back to the hotel for a nice fried catfish po-boy and chips. Probably the first good, authentic, southern louisian dish I’ve had since getting here.

The highs and lows of being diabetic. Last week I let stress get to me on top of a bad insert and my blood sugars jumped to 555. The highest they have been since right after Katrina 5 years ago.

Then after a night wandering Bourbon Street and being a bum I woke up in the middle of the night with a 5 year record low of 38. Not the best two weeks of blood sugar control.

So my current measured bs range is 38-555. All time measured range is 27-762.

Oh well. Still alive to screw up again. And that’s what’s important 😉

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