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Don't scratch and claw...

Call Cat's Paw. Cat's Paw Electrical Services.

I worked for them in undergrad. We were the Seal Team Six of electricians.


On more than a few occasions we completely rewired houses and businesses. Sometimes even "covertly."

The time is flying by. My old boss us retired now, and his little girl, born while I worked for him, will be starting high school next year.

I wouldn't be where I am we're it not for Felis Maximus. I hope I'm in a position to help his daughter when it comes time for college.

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Space drive.....

Had a bizarre dream last night. I dreamed that action doesn't quite equal reaction. They were the same out to several decimal places, but if you went far enough, they didn't quite match. Further. The difference changed when the axis of the action reaction pair changed. I think it had something to do with either QM effects, or curvature of spacetime. Long story short was that with enough mass and a high enough cycle rate over a sufficiently long path, you got a reaction less space drive which is not quite the holy grail of space flight. (FTL is). But I'd take it.

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It has been three months since I blogged last.

I have probably lost a chunk of my "audience" unless they also follow my Facebook posts (which I have continued to make). I should probably go and backdate some entries based on my FB posts.

So what's up with me? I got married, for one thing. November 11, 2011, Veterans Day to an Air Force Veteran. Things really came together. One of my law school classmates got her bankruptcy finalized the day before the ceremony. Another got her Social Security Disability case resolved and the first benefits check (containing a sizable retroactive payment) arrived the week before, so we had money enough to replace the appliances she sold at a yard sale for 50 bucks as well as pay the various wedding expenses without worrying. And I married her, so Mississippi College School of Law Class of 2008 was pretty good to her. :)

I got a promotion at work to GS12. That's not quite a ten thousand dollar a year raise, but it's close. It means no more prioritizing, robbing peter to pay paul, or other financial tricks where I metaphorically keep three or four balls up in the air using only two hands.

Dana is a very special girl. She's a lot like me in many ways, and can be quite weird in a good way. She not only tolerates some of my crazy schemes, but actively participates and is enthusiastic.

She can't wait for me to get the Cheshire Cat fixed up.
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Long time no post.

Sorry I haven't updated lately.

Executive summary: working very hard at work, crazy hours. I clocked 53 hours of overtime last month. We made our goal, though, through heroic efforts.

Maverick had to have emergency gall bladder surgery (this is on top of what I think was pelvic adhesive disease last summer culminating in a hysterectomy and of course systemic lupus. The decision was made by someone that she should convalesce with my idiot brother in law Boomhaur at Mom's house.

Fine. So I moved back into my house a couple of weeks ago. I needed to anyway so I could keep my tax credit.

The plan was for us to basicly swap spaces, since they are planning on buying a house now that I have helped them refinance her house in Hattiesburg to lower the mortgage down to something reasonable. But Boomhaur was whining about my bed in Mom's guest room. He just HAD to have his bed. Fine. So the plan was for him to come get it and Mav would get a few things.

It turned into MOVING.


It turned into drama. Have I said lately how much I HATE moving? I'm very good at it, mind you. But damn.