I wonder if they named that service intentionally, or if I’m just reading too much into it. I’ve been guilty of that before, no doubt. Anyway, current sophomore Kirsten Boyles emailed her site to me, so hit up the list and check out what Those Who Dream By Day do in their spare time.

PROPS
to Dell, specifically for their design of the Optiplex GX260 workstation. The case is an easy-open/close clamshell design with ample space inside for spare parts or larger hands such as those belonging to male geeks. The CD, floppy, and hard drive are rail-mounted and slide in and out easily. But the mad props come from the fact that they provide an extra set of their (admittedly proprietary) mounting rails for both hard drive and CD drive, making four extra rails, attached to the case interior. Excellent design, easy maintenance…just a joy to work with.

FLOPS
to IBM, specifically for their design of the NetVista 8000-series SFF (short form factor) cases. The design is anything but easy-open/close, as evidenced by the fact that I broke one case trying to close it. The top panel slides on and off relatively easily (the thumbscrews on the back are the only redeeming quality about this case), but everything after that is a sliced finger waiting to happen. Too many screws hold the thing together, and once one is finally through all the screws, one has to grasp the little clip tabs on the front and pull the main assembly away from the computer, making sure to disconnect all the other cables first. The main assembly holds the floppy, two small fans, and the CD drive. They’re bad enough to try to replace, but the real headache is the hard drive, which is wedged into the bottom of the case. There’s barely any finger room to remove the IDE and power cables, and I scraped myself pretty good at least twice trying to unhook everything. The IDE cables are crimped to be about 1/2 inch wide, causing bad connections later on in the case life. There’s virtually no play on the cables, which means you can’t extend the peripherals out and plug them in, then slide them back in. You’ve got to slide them in and then plug them in (with the limited finger space). Bad IBM. Bad.

IBM’s not all bad - their towers are pretty easy to disassemble. But in the realm of SFF cases, this one is bad. Compaq has a nice design - slide the entire top of the case off, then just swing the main assembly up. Everything’s there. Bottom line - if you’re not going to build your own computer, buy a Dell. Great support, great design, good power (though I’d prefer an AMD instead of a P4)…just an all-around good experience when you go with them.

I’m popular enough that I exceeded my bandwidth limitations. Like breaking any other rule, it came with punishment…though I kinda like that I broke the rule.

In any case, I’m up and back in Greenville, all shiny and bright now that the power is up mostly everywhere. After two weeks. Don’t even get me started…

:EDIT: It could have had something to do with six pictures displaying on here at once, so I’ve pulled the pictures. They’re still there, you just can’t see the actual shots before you click on them and open them. I keep getting emails saying I’m up to 80% bandwidth, and my access logs tell me that my site is the one pulling all that stuff in. I’m going to see if this makes a difference…if not I’m not sure what I’ll do.

It is with great sadness that I report that I have lost the touch. “The Touch” was the ability to drive just shy of 700 miles with only a handful of stops and in under 10 hours. Used to be I could drive from school to my house under those conditions. But last night into today was not one of those times.

I left school at 8:30pm. I knew I was in trouble when I was already starting to feel woozy by the time I hit Charlotte. By the time 1a came around I was dying. I hunted around and finally found a McDonald’s with a 24-hour drive through (Bless you, McDonald’s of Salem, VA!) which held me over until about 3a when I started (no lie) halucinating. I’d yawn, and once that was all over I’d see trees in the middle of the road. I also swear that I either imagined a car behind me or nodded off while he passed me, because one minute he was there and the next he was gone - no exits in the area. So, 4:30 came around, and I finally left Virginia. (Note: I don’t have anything against the state, per se, but it is the worst part of my drive home.) I admin my weakness - I stopped at the West Virginia Welcome Center and snoozed for an hour. Not counting that hour, my total travel time was 11 hours. I feel so ashamed!

But I’m home, and if that’s the goal then I’ll choose sleeping in a WV parking lot for an hour over trying to run down the floating spots in front of my car and wrapping It around a tree somewhere. I also resolve (for the second time - I did this a year ago or so) not to work all day, then drive all night and stay up for 24 hours straight, 12 hours of which are driving. I plan on sleeping in before I leave Monday.

One note - I got an email this morning saying I was using 80% of my bandwidth. I’m going to see if I can pry a few more megs off my host, but in the meantime please refrain from opening every one of the pictures hosted on this site, and also stay away from the Tunes of the Week until after New Years. Thanks.

I’m in a ghetto mood today, hence the title. Two more list additions to give you. First is the brother of Manthano, ManoSinistra. Or perhaps Manthano is ManoSinistra’s brother. (Siblings get snippy about that, so I’ve heard.) In any case, I’m pretty sure StefS05 (also known as Stef Smith), a Xanger, isn’t at all related to them. But we’ll call her a sistuh anyway.

I would like to say that, with the exception of my rollerism article in TW several years ago, my writings have never touched as many nerves as my last Greenville Smack on the recent ice storm. I think you, readers, for being so touched one way or another. Nice to know I still have it in me to either truly tick people off or rally people around me. But the power’s back on most places, so we can STOP TALKING ABOUT THIS as if it were the FIFTH HORSEMAN OF THE APOCALYPSE, huh? That said, it’s done something for the comedy value of broadcast TV. The “smug newscaster of the year” award goes to that guy on the local Fox station. Every time a commercial for “Genesis Weather” comes on, this guy, fresh out of TV Weatherman college, gives this little self-satisfied smile and calmly announces, “We warned you last Wednesday night, and look what happened! Now be sure to tune in at 10 as I accurately predict the weather for next Christmas!” For sheer “beat my head against the wall” value, though, it doesn’t hold a candle to the commercial for a local Title-to-Cash place where someone who definitely was not born in Greenville (and probably not even in this country) offers a free lottery ticket to every new customer. (Ask yourself - the people who are using these places to get extra cash when strapped…do you really think it’s a good idea to get them hooked on lotto tickets?) Oh, and I nearly forgot about the one where this guy says, “Many people worry about gaining weight during the holidays. Me, I worry about gaining bills. [EDITOR’S NOTE: as Dave Barry says, I swear I am not making this up. That’s what he says, and he says it with an expression that looks like he just swallowed a pufferfish that just puffed. You’d think when it starts that he’s doing a commercial for a gym. He even pats his substantial gut when he delivers the first line.] All those gifts on the credit card…it’s a nightmare! That’s why I go to such-and-such a cash advance place and get my money early. No hassle, no worry, and no plastic!” What he leaves out is this: “Of course, instead of being in debt to the credit card company, I’m in debt to the cash advance place. But they don’t show up on my credit record, so I’m safe!” Speaking of commercials, Honda is running a charming commercial wherein a choir, likely smiling cheerfully, sings, “We wish you a happy holiday! (repeat 2x) …and a happy new year!” I actually yelped when I heard that. Now, granted, they were trying to make something along the lines of “We wish you a happy Honda-day,” and it’s very possible that my reception is just so poor that they could be saying that all the time. But still! And speaking of cars, Toyota’s got a gem out - two guys out hiking with a video camera, filming their campsite while a third guy drives his Tundra towards them. One of them looks up to see a meteor streaking down to the earth. It hits right by the truck; they go flying; camera bounced around a little. Guy gets back up and focus camera on where there should be a large-ish crater. Then out of the dust, we see…the Tunda! Unscathed! Fade to black, where we see the line “Tundra: Meteor-proof” with a disclaimer, for the truly braindead among us, that this was not real and that no meteors were harmed during the filming of this commercial.

See? What started as another rant against Greenville and its blubbering about ice has turned into the Siskel & Ebert of commercials. Even I can’t keep going on and on about it forever!

Despite the best efforts of Greenville’s top disaster agencies, consisting of sitting around, wringing their hands, and snarking up all the milk, bread, and (oddly enough) gasoline in a 20-mile radius, Greenville was once again temporarily paralyzed by an ice storm. I don’t really blame them. After all, they’ve only been hit by ice storms for the last 50 years running, and everyone knows that’s not enough time to figure out a way to keep the city from completely shutting down or otherwise looking like an Iraqi war zone. Pictures of the carnage (not my pictures, unfortunately) made it as far away as Pennsylvania, where the folks were thinking, “Those poor Greenville residents! Wherever Greenville is! I’ll bet this’ll teach them to be prepared next time!” I thought that, my first winter storm here. That just shows how much like a Freshman I really was. My junior year, classes were cancelled for two days because of a weekend ice storm trapping all the profs on back-campus. We found out then that the Greenville Fire Department could make it to the Cleaners building from somewhere downtown faster than the ambulance could make it from Barge. (Incidentally, and probably not at all related, the school put the ambulance up on eBay later that year.) A few weeks later, in a kindly reproving letter in which I believe I accidentally took on the tone of a father talking to a 3-year old who thinks Daddy’s Glock is a neat thing to chew on, I suggested the school learn some lessons from the North - salt on the sidewalks to keep students from killing themselves, brine on the roads 24 hours in advance to keep the roads from icing over, and no worries. Safer for everyone. Right? Right? Wrong. The response was, unfortunately, typical of this region. “Thanks for your suggestion…unfortunately, we don’t have the infrastructure or materials to do this, and honestly it doesn’t happen often enough to warrant spending the time to mess with it, anyway.” (It’s only once or twice a year, every year. No biggie.)

They went all out this year. Plows moving the smaller branches and leaves. Forklifts of varying sizes moving larger limbs and, in some cases, small cars. Large vehicular torture chambers reducing some of the free Christmas trees to playground woodchips. The city even blocked off the most obvious method of getting into town for no discernable reason. (So it’s dark! Who cares?!) Gas stations are either not selling gas or taking only cash. And to top it all off, BJ is turning into a refugee shelter.

Actually it’s not a bad idea. A ton of students just left town, leaving the dorms wide open. And there are all kinds of fac/staff types who are already coming into the Fitness Center to take showers in the morning. It’s a pretty good idea to turn, say, Graves into a hotel. Hotel du Graves. Has a nice ring, huh? Duke isn’t planning on restoring full power for another few days, and I’m wearying under all the horror stories: “Well, of course we don’t have any power, so I had to leave the fireplace going all night and check every 45 minutes to make sure it was still burning. Then I had to fill the tub with hot water to keep the bathroom warm while we ate frozen waffles that were still frozen, because of course none of the restaurants are open, and the ones that are have ten-mile-long lines coming out of the drive-through because the dining room is closed…” Almost sounds like a winter version of “Queen for a Day.” And then they always bring up one of the estimated fifty gazillion accidents that are occuring every nanosecond somewhere in Greenville, usually caused by two people trying to fit two cars into the same point in space/time. This is actually happening all year, usually from Georgia (specifically Fulton county) drivers. This time, though, it’s caused by every single traffic light being out, combined with the fact that no one seems to know that a dead traffic light functions as a four-way stop sign. One wonders where the Greenville police are and why they’re not directing traffic. Even money says they’re in the drive-through line at Hardee’s.

In any case, it’s clear to me that, despite the clockwork appearances of these storms, Greenville will never actually figure out how to deal with them. Actually, I think the public works department is on the take. After all, no one has to go to work if the word “ice” appears in the news, right?

Greenville, the whole Upstate, and pretty much most of the southeast was slammed with an unseasonable ice storm last night into today. I say “unseasonable” because storms like this typically don’t hit until February. I’d estimate, based on what I scraped off my car, that around a half inch of ice (more or less) blanketed the trees, cars, and power lines. The roads were actually pretty decent - mostly wet - when you weren’t dodging felled tree limbs as thick as a man’s thigh. That was the danger today - falling tree limbs, or, in some cases, falling trees. I witnessed a pine tree outside Rodeheaver snap in half at the trunk. I saw branches and treetops crack and fall. A friend has his car windshield smashed out by a falling limb. Thankfully, I didn’t park under a tree when I came back to campus two days ago. There was a lot of heavy moving equipment out plowing through all the garbage on the ground, along with guys with chainsaws and mulchers (!) clearing out debris. I also witnessed my first transformer explosion driving back from the downtown airport (where I was investigating a misbehaving UPS) - looked like someone shooting off firecrackers.

I’ve got some pics from the camera phone. I touched them up a little in Paint Shop Pro, but otherwise they’re original. Click the thumbnails for the larger version.

This was taken in front of the Museum looking out towards Wade Hampton. That wasn’t the only sizable limb down - the whole ground was littered with branches.
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You’re now looking at the Museum & Gallery parking lot, which was closed for a while over lunch while the mulchers had their fun in the freezing rain. This particular branch took about half an hour to trim down…and they never actually finished chipping it. It was still sitting in a few pieces when I went to dinner.
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This is It. It was pretty cold, what with the blanket of ice. Took the better part of half an hour to scrape It off. Though, really, the antenna coated in ice was pretty cool.
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Representing another one of those unexpected expenses to the school was this little “oops.” On the other hand, they did want to redo that covered sidewalk in front of Rodeheaver…
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Now, for some of the other pics. First, when I checked my email this evening I found something that makes even the USPS look fast:
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On the other hand, I suppose it’s better than being inundated with too much mail:
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So I’m at the Snack Shop the other day doing something…probably buying food or something. And I see this sign for a German guy who makes truffles and markets them under an Italian name with French subtitles. And here I thought those nations never got along well at all! Maybe cheap truffles are the answer to world peace.
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Going along with the food metaphor for life, I’m reminded that honesty is always the best policy.
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:EDIT: Pictures yanked from the main page for bandwidth reasons. They may be back up after New Years…or maybe not.

Okay, two more students to add to the list. First off is Bernie and Loren Fitzgerald, future missionaries to Peru. He’s currently in seminary here. His site is Fitzgerald Missions. Also welcome current senior Lexi Prebihilo, who’s just starting out in the blogosphere at LexiJane33.

Finally…the sweet sound of my video card fan whirring rather loudly. The gently red and blue LEDs of my case fans. A goatee I never knew my case had. Yes, the Big Dog is up and running again. To recap: for a while, once a week, the computer would shut down and refuse to restart. I’d have to cycle the power supply completely down and back up again before the power button would actually do anything…and even then all that would happen was the fans would come one for 1/4 second before shutting down. I found that reseating the CPU fixed the problem, most of the time. Until this past week, when nothing worked. I tested all the easy-to-remove components: CPU, memory, power supply - all were good. Still the problem would happen. Finally I took the entire thing over to Computer Direct Outlet on Laurens Rd., ripped it apart, and tested everything, motherboard included. The technician plugged my parts in one by one (I’d already done this; I was more interested in what happened when he put his CPU in my board. It worked.) until my entire board was reassembled and running just fine. So, he was about ready to shrug, until I suggested putting my power supply in, the same power supply they had tested two weeks prior and pronounced working, the same power supply I had put in another computer and tested, the same power supply that I had needled with voltage testers to make sure it was fine. Immediately the computer refused to boot. He plugged it into the PSU tester - dead. Completely gone. No juice whatsoever.

So, here I was worried it was a CPU or motherboard. The CPU tested out just fine in another board, and another CPU tested out just fine in the case. Problem - no power. And from a three-week old PSU, too! I hope I can get my $80 back.

But this isn’t just a feel-good “my computer’s back and I’m happy” post. See, I had prayed rather fervently today that I could somehow get it running again. My notes for my Wednesday exam live on my Palm and my computer. The Palm and the computer crashed in the same week. So now I had no notes and was seriously praying for one or the other to come back tonight. And this one did. So, praise the Lord!

BTW, the goatee thing is an extra case LED I didn’t know was on there. But since I had to connect all those case pins to the motherboard again, I must have connected something and activated a blue LED facing down from the power supply area. Makes the computer look like it’s got a blue goatee. Kinda funny, actually.

I know playing with my food is typically “in bad taste.” But what about playing with my drinks? Specifically my coffee? Check out the pics from a Dutch Latte Art Championship (assuming my Dutch isn’t too rusty) here.

Props to Il Filosofo for pointing out this site.

I have a black thumb. Seems the electronic equipment I’ve recently touched has died. My computer decided not to turn on at all this weekend. Also my palm crashed. This is interesting, because what happens when redundant systems both go down? I had notes for one class on my Palm and computer, so I figured I was safe one way or another. Until both went down. They say to err is human, but to really foul things up, you need a computer. I suppose that’s true. On the other hand, my dad always says, “There won’t be computers in heaven!” I haven’t yet decided whether that’s a good thing or not, but at least this week I’m thinking it is.

Messiah’s finally over, and I’d be more than happy not to sing that for another two years. Don’t get me wrong - I enjoyed it. But after busting out the tux (with the aptly-named French cuffs and cumberbund) three nights in a row and singing the same thing three nights in a row, I’m glad it’s over.

There are a few additions to the list to tell you about. First off is the Henry family (Jonathan - 1998, Excalibur; and Leigh - 1997, Ambassadors). Their site is Some Henry’s. Next up is Bob Wintemberg, current senior, who runs Niko. Finally we’ve got current sophomore Marie Sundberg, a Xanger (!) going by the nickname Simply_misunderstood_86. Welcome to all three (four, really) BJ-types!

My faith in the game of basketball has been restored, at least for this week. Z played a very tough opener against Beta - taller, bigger, and possibly better. The refs were, as refs typically are anywhere in the world when considered by spectators, uniformly bad, missing and giving calls both ways. (Sort of comes out to even, right?) But my faith in breaking the rules in order to win was restored, as was my faith that teams that probably shouldn’t have won can still win, if they cheat.

Here’s what happened. Up by one with something like 25 seconds left, Z tries to hang on to the ball but loses it, letting Beta run down and score to go up one. Beta gets the ball back on a missed shot by Z. Here’s the cheating: Z breaks the rules and fouls the ball carrier in the hopes of getting the ball back. (See this post for a fuller explanation of that theory.) Mind you, this is the ball carrier who hasn’t missed a free throw all game. Except this one. The 1-and-1 shot (if you make the first, you try for a second; if not, you get zip) didn’t go in for the first time all game, and Z gets the ball back with seven seconds, down one.

Some of the boys had been taking bad 3-point shots all game, including the coach (who also plays). We’re all worried he’ll do it again. Ball is put in bounds and moved up the court fast against a surprisingly lax Beta defense. Coach gets it and hands off to a freshman with 0.9 seconds left.

Here’s where you get to place bets (using Monopoly money, of course) as to what happened next. Finals week coming up, I’ll give you a multiple-guess question: What happened next?

a.) Freshman throws up an awkward shot and effectively loses the game; coach is berated and jeered the rest of the night.
b.) Freshman tips back to Coach, who puts up an awkward shot and effectively loses the game; coach is berated and jeered the rest of the night.
c.) Freshman sinks an off-balance 2-pointer to win the game.

If you chose ‘A’, you’re wrong. It was actually ‘C’. The freshman, widely regarded to be the younger brother of former MVP Brett Yates (because he is), who had been pretty much dead on all game, except the last five minutes, left a defender behind him and swished the buzzer-beating game-winning shot. I haven’t actually run onto the court cheering since Z won the title two years ago. I did tonight, though. It was a big game, in terms of morale. We proved that, with a very young team (starting two freshmen), we could still beat an annual powerhouse. We proved that we have all the characteristics of sandpaper - grit, grain, and roughness. We proved that breaking the rules pays.

The Doom part: we’ve added jamie doom, hailing from the Class of 97, to the list.

The Gloom part: it’s 22 degrees and drizzling.

In a surprise move, the US Astronomical Society decided to do away with November entirely. “It just keeps getting in the way,” said one high-level official. “Besides, we think the delay between Halloween and Christmas is too long anyway. Oops…can I say ‘Christmas’? Forget I said that. I meant…um…’late-December time off from work.’ Yeah.”

Yes, friends, November is no more…at least for another 11.9 months. So, to commemerate its passing and celebrate its eventual return, I give you…NOVEMBER’S STATISTICS.

Total hits: 20,681
Top post: This could Happen - 220 views (and I’m not linking to it on the theory that the top post is self-causing)
Top Referrer: SI Blogroll with 192

Browser:

1. Firefox: 4187 (49.5%)
2. IE: 3885 (45.9%)
3. Other: 386 (4.6%)

Funky Searches:

• Cat on fire falling from an airplane - That’s truly sadistic. And kinda funny.
• WIZARD OF GOD jack hyles - “Wizard.” There’s one I hadn’t thought of…
• winky dink and tiddly doo - Dear reader: you have no idea who disturbing it is even to -say- this, much less make jokes about it. :shudder:
• 10 jobs myth that harm ur carrier - Apparent Myth #1: using 1337-speak, online slang and alternate spellings of “career” on your resume is not at all damaging to your image.
• how much is your blog worth? - Billions. If I cashed it in right now I’d be set for life.
• how to pronounce schuylkill - Not without irony: “SCHOOL-kill.” Or perhaps “SCHOOL-kl”. There’s no real vowel sound betweel the “k” and “l”.
• moose mounty mark art - -You- try saying that five times real fast and tell me it’s not hilarious.
• keep your hands on the plow hold on hold on paul and silas locked in jail - Frantic orders from the Jewish Farmer Jailbreak League (JFJL - Juffjull)
• mounty (54) - There are 54 of us?
• john taverner song for athene text translation what is the piece about - “Athene” would be my guess, but that’s just a wild guess.
• people from south carolina are - I’m too lazy to check, but didn’t we see this last month? Regardless, the temptation to fill in the blank is too dangerous to give in to.
• moss vs owens numbers comparison - Well, since Moss was actually -playing- this year, unlike Owens, I imagine he’s up.
• terrell owens dallas disrespects - Wow! Yoda visited my blog, and he’s a football fan!
• why people are connected to andante con moto from beethoven - For some reason, this strikes me as a question that should only be asked in grad theory classes in the 700-level or above.
• defender mounty - I’m starting my own line of Action Figures. First on the list is Defender Mounty, defending his little corner of cyberspace from the demons of stupidity.
• the cause of high TWC - As I’m sure you’re all aware, high TWC is a grave concern facing the nation at this time. Rest assured your senators, congresspeople, and anyone else who doesn’t have a real job are working hard on lowering the nation’s TWC.
• Jack hyles is a heretic - Think so? Huh…
• i have a dream - I had one, too. I dreamt there were no such things as dreams. Imagine with me, then, a world without hypothetical situations.
• shnark shnark - Note that it’s not just one shnark, but two. This user must have really been stoked about something.

Two more type-A blogs to bring you. They’re type-A because they both start with “A”. Amazing, huh?

Okay, I’ll stop now. You’re more interested in the additions than my asinine puns, right? No! Sorry! I can’t help myself! There’s an evangelist in me that wants to get out and alliterate everything! Gahhh!!!

Right, then. On with the show. Josh Spencer over at Approximate Omniscience wants you to visit his site. Also Jennifer Nalley (”Aelki“) is a grad and wants you to visit her site, too. So there you have it - two quality sites for you to visit in your free time. Enjoy.

***The preceeding post has been brought to you by the letter “A” which reminds you, “Why settle for anything but first?”

BJ held it’s annual Festival of Lights…er…no…that’s Kwanzaa. Or maybe Hanukkah. Possibly both. What did they…ah, yes - the Lighting Ceremony. BJ held its annual Lighting Ceremony this weekend. I was, unfortunately, not there because I was up at Biltmore freezing to death wandering around the grounds after singing for just under two hours.

The Lighting Ceremony is a bedrock event. Once that hits, everything turns Christmas-y. The Sunday morning songs shift to carols, and the choirs begin singing Christmas-themed songs. You start hearing more and more Christmas music in the dorms. And, of course, no Lighting Ceremony would be complete without the post-hurricane season hurricane. Yes, the Lighting Ceremony ushers in not only the festive holiday cheer but also the festive holiday cold-and-clammy rainy season. Seems like every year right after the lights go on, the rains come. November’s rains are typically warm fall showers - temps in the 60s or even 70s with light drizzle. December’s rains (at least here) are typically in the 30s or 40s at a steady to heavy pace with high winds. Of course, Christmas lights have a way of warming the soul when one is soaked to the bone. Your typical student looks at the lights and is reminded, not of the season, but of the vacation (and respite from Greenville) that is to come.

Greenville is conveniently located in the valley, where cold air never quite makes it down. It snows all around here…but either rains or (at most) ices over. Mind you, the ice is kinda fun, especially when you’re from the North and have experience driving on this, and even more so when you take a friend from Rocky Mount, NC, for a “spin” (literally) in that weather. I have experience in this - trust me. It’s loads of fun to scare ‘em like that. Problem is, all the good stuff hangs up on the mountains near the Wilds. So to get the good stuff one has to go home. And to go home, one has to finish this interminable semester. Only 15 days till I drive home………

PS - Rocky Mount is not related to me, at least not that I’m aware. If he is, he’s the black sheep of the family. He never shows up at reunions…

Well, folks, I’ve got a few former classmates of someone’s to add to the list. If I had to guess, the webmaster at Jo’s BJU Approved Blog is a BJ grad in the Minneapolis/St. Paul area. There’s a current student (I think) with a Hebrew kick over at yakach | reason. Finally, closer to home (literally), Eric Anest runs de facto. I say “closer to home” because he lives about twenty minutes from me back home.

Possibly more to follow within the next few days. In the meantime, enjoy the diversity of opinions you find there.