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My router has been power-cycling itself at random for approximately a day.

I’ve owned three routers now, two D-Links and a Linksys, with the current being a D-Link WBR-2310. All three of them had issues with automatic power-cycling after approximately 6 months of ownership. What I expect from these routers is merely

- Wireless G with WEP 128-bit or WPA support
- UPnP
- Static port mapping
- DDNS
- Normal Routing features (DHCP Client/Server, Routing tables, DNS Cacheing)

All three of the routers I have owned “supported” these features, and worked–for six months. And then it’s as if the router was not powerful enough to continue performing with any reliability.

I’m looking for a router that does not die. A router that will be 100% reliable, no glitches or shutdowns save for manual ones, for years of use. Google couldn’t tell me anything, so I turn to you: What routers are you guys using? have they treated you well?

(More Piglet is coming, but it’ll take a while while I trudge through homework this week)

Dramatis Personae:

Owl	King of the Hundred Acre Wood.
Piglet	son to the former, and nephew to the present King
Gopher	Lord Chamberlain
Roo	Friend to Piglet. Also Officer, Soldier, and Servant to Gopher.
Pooh	Son to Gopher
Heffalump	Former friend to Piglet, Courtier
Woozle	Former friend to Piglet, Courtier
Christopher Robin	Prince of Under-The-Bed
Tigger	A Player. Also a clown, a gravedigger, and an Under-The-Bedish Captain.
Rabbit	Queen of the Hundred Acre Wood, Mother of Piglet
Kessie	Daughter to Gopher
Ghost of Tresspassers William	Piglet’s Father, former King of the Hundred Acre Wood
Eeyore	Everyone Else

ACT I. Scene i.

Hundred Acre Wood. A Platform outside Piglet’s house

(Enter EEYORE, pacing across the platform listlessly.)
EEYORE: So cold. Really eerie night.
(Enter Roo.)
EEYORE: Hullo? Oh fine, go ahead and ignore poor old Eeyore. Even Ghosts ignore me.
ROO: Eeyore? It’s me, Roo.
EEYORE: Oh well then. I guess I’m off guard duty. Good thing too. I’d just as soon be away from the Ghost out here.
ROO: There’s no such thing as ghosts. You’re making that up.
Enter GHOST
ROO: OH MY! It’s the very image of Tresspassers William!

END OF SCENE

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(10:27:57 PM) John FX: the pitcher, Buchholz
(10:27:59 PM) John FX: is 20
(10:28:04 PM) John FX: it was his 2nd major league game ever
(10:28:04 PM) Adrian Sud: wierd
(10:28:12 PM) John FX: he was just brought up from pawtucket to pitch tonight
(10:28:16 PM) John FX: and he pitched a no-hitter against baltimore
(10:28:27 PM) Adrian Sud: you know what’s weird? I always spell weird wrong.
(10:28:30 PM) John FX: lol
(10:28:33 PM) Adrian Sud: always.
(10:28:37 PM) John FX: i think its ridiculous and amazing
(10:28:58 PM) John FX: he’s 20, he had the whole red sox team jumping and chearing him at the end of the game, crowding around him
(10:28:58 PM) Adrian Sud: because you say “wi” and “erd” wi-erd. But in fact it’s “We” and “ird”, which sounds different
(10:29:03 PM) John FX: everyone in the stadium cheering for him
(10:29:23 PM) Adrian Sud: lol we do not require each other for this conversation
(10:29:34 PM) John FX: apparently
(10:29:40 PM) John FX: lol

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As the summer winds to a halt I just realized how much, exactly, I’ve changed.

Not all of me has, of course, nobody ever changes completely, but this summer I took on a great deal of responsibility; I formed a persona somewhat larger than I am, one made of bravado and self-worth. I moved away from my family, deciding that I needed to be out from under my father’s roof. I took on a research position with the Computer Science department because I “knew I was good enough”.

And then I began dating the most perfect girl I’ve ever known. I say perfect because for me, at least, she is. Some people may not quite understand, some people may think it’s silly, and in many ways they may be right–but this is what I’ve needed to happen for a long time.

But I’m still the same in a lot of ways. I love symbols. When I was a little kid, I found a stone on a beach in Massachusetts, and immediately understood it to be beautiful, and a solid symbolic piece. I decided it would be the beginning of a rock collection, so it was polished, and set atop my dresser, a deep blue heart-shaped stone that fit perfectly into the palm of my hand. I never had a rock collection, but the stone stayed with me for more than ten years, until I found something that required a symbol. I gave the stone to my first girlfriend, Hannah.

Until now, I had not found another relationship that I felt required a symbol as such.

The other day I asked Hannah for the stone back. It is perhaps a rude thing to do, to ask someone to return what was given, but returning it was also a symbol. Mikah understood that immediately; I’m almost certain that Hannah did too.

But with Mikah, the stone is not a sufficient symbol. I cannot give it to her for several reasons: first, it was a stone I found in my youth; it represents immature and young love–worth every second but not to be trusted. Second, it was the stone I gave to Hannah. I would want the symbol I give Mikah, when I choose to do so, to represent both of us in some way, even if it’s small.

This is the close of the best summer I’ve ever had.

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This girl makes me feel like a totally untalented waste of human space. Why can I not do that?

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The wasps come.

I wage war again, a slow stream of them–thus far just one a night. And as with previous years I am ruthless as they are–they wake me in the earliest hours of the morning, buzzing, threatening with their envenomed organic needles. But they are mere beasts. I must be resourceful; must have a strategy that keeps them safely away from me. In the course of this war, I have commandeered two plastic containers from the local stockpiles, and the flow of prisoners may require soon that I acquire another.

This morning I failed my watch. At six on the clock I heard a buzzing sound which woke me, but to which I said only “I need a truce this morning.” I turned on a window air conditioner unit on fan mode to drown out its buzzing, buried my fears under a pillow, and returned to sleep. At seven and thirty, I again awoke, but again did not take any action against the invader. It was near nine and thirty before I moved from my bed, and the creature was no longer there. It took a moment to register this. I tossed my sheets and blankets–I have been stung while under covers before–and my eyes roved the room, searching for signs, my ears alert to any sound.

There, next to the air conditioner, the tape that had held the thing against the window sides had ripped, a hole was open to the outside that, to a wasp, must seem extremely inviting at night. I have a new course of action for this war: Rebuild defenses.

I realized, upon dressing, that all of my clothes need washing. All, that is, except my sleeveless navy blue shirt. I put it on, an action which always prompts from me one of two reactions: “I hate this shirt,” or “Holy shit I am sexy!”

This morning prompted the latter.

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… but I must share the following scene.

Adrian is standing in the bathroom, preparing to brush his teeth. His shirt is off. He glances at the mirror, and then away, then looks back quickly, noticing something for the first time.

Adrian: … Shoulders…? (He reaches his left hand to his right shoulder, rubs it, a confused expression coming over him) Red?
Silence for a few moments. Adrian pokes his shoulders a few times each.
Adrian: … I guess I can burn after all?

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Liking her was absolutely… ridiculously… mindlessly… stupid.

Waiting for her was not supposed to be my intention.

Hoping things would work out was against everyone’s (including my own–and her) better judgement.

Having things begin to fall into place is a fluke.

Having them continue to do so is a beautiful accident.

Counting on this optimistically for any time into the future is still, perhaps, naive.

I know I’m freaking awesome, but my trust that anyone else really believes that is shaky at best, nonexistent at worst.

ps: I’m going to boston tomorrow, to find out if i’m finally actually done with this. if i seem zany it’s because i’m trying not to think about it. if i seem down it’s because i’m failing.

clarification: it’s an appointment with Dr. Foster in Boston–It should be fine, these things just always bother me.

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but I woke up with the following thought:

World’s smallest black hole… more like world’s most literal tourist trap!

i remember seeing a NO EXIT sign, too…

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MOAR!!

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Such a hackish knave shall not his trespasses be forgot;
An I should set it upon the internet forthwith, I ought.

I was watching Shakespeare’s Richard II, enjoying myself greatly, and came to a line at the end of the play which made me stop the film and go straight to the text; I had to confirm what I had just heard.

So here it is, in original Shakespearean text:

The love of wicked men converts to fear;
That fear to hate, and hate turns one or both
to worthy danger and deservèd death.

~Richard II, Act V scene i, lines 66-68

I think I speak for the bard when I say SUCK IT LUCAS.

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Winter break is too long.

In other news, a server upgrade means that my site has slightly backtracked; I will fix it later. My desktop comes first; it has a brand new clean install of Ubuntu and needs all the stuff I use installed. Thank goodness all the stuff I use is free, open source, and either comes with this version of Ubuntu or is extremely easy to install and configure. Except my CUPS printserver, maybe.

I’m looking forward to going back to school next week, but I now have two jobs and 17 credits. I’m going to die.

I really need to find that sword.

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Greatest music video ever forthcoming.

Happy Holidays, everyone.

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With Finals week comes the trepidation of winter break, that “vacation” which at UMass is too short to get a real job, but far too long to do nothing. In order to ensure that I have something intriguing to do and keep myself sharp, I’ve been thinking up a few ideas.

Here’s the name of the major one: Renaissance Media Library.

I hope that I can write and release an alpha version of Renaissance by the end of January, and when I release the first version I’ll spill what it’s all about.

Also, before the year ends I’d like to finally put together the Student Valley Productions website (this is a group that runs three improv troupes on campus, and I have offered to help them put together a website for free, but unfortunately I just haven’t done it yet). In addition to this, my older brother is setting up his own blog at Anielsud.com, with which I’d like to help a bit.

As far as my actual exams go, I’ve taken one for Physics, which given the grades I have in the class currently, I could get a 50% on that exam and I would still get a B in the course. If I get an 85% I should get an A- (or if they round up, an A). On monday is my Artificial Intelligence exam, which I’ll spend tomorrow slaving over, and on thursday is Chinese. That one is going to be a fun test.

All in all things are going ok. I’ve also done some drawings that I’m half-assedly colorizing in Photoshop while on shift tonight (All hail, best job ever!). I may upload a few of them, as well as write a more personal post later tonight.

-Adrian

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(07:09:01 PM) Mikah: I am going to electricute the wabbit
(07:09:13 PM) Mikah: I mean…legally…no…you heard nothing
(07:11:52 PM) Adrian: heard nothing about what?
(07:12:11 PM) Mikah: good boy!
(07:12:15 PM) Adrian: This chat isn’t logged… and indexed by beagle… and searchable… I’m not posting this to the internet…

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F*** Sleep! Sleep is for the weak!

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Ok, this movie was… an experience.

It was an experience that must be had in theaters. I kid you not, this is the only film I’ve ever seen that I could safely say was absolutely worth watching in theaters, but not worth buying or even renting.

That said, I thoroughly enjoyed my experience of Snakes on a Plane. Seven people converge in a theater to watch a cheesy film, but randomly bring bags and bags filled with tiny plastic snakes and gummy worms. Samuel L. Jackson appears on the silver screen. Commence snake showers.

It helped that every five seconds something could be found hillarious, either in the movie or outside of it.

(12:55:45 AM) Adrian Sud: The movie went through phases.
(12:55:54 AM) Adrian Sud: There was the Action Movie Start phase
(12:55:59 AM) Adrian Sud: the Porn phase
(12:56:02 AM) Adrian Sud: the Horror phase
(12:56:14 AM) Adrian Sud: and the Sammy Jackson Kicks Ass phase
(12:56:19 AM) Jess Mahoney: hehe
(12:56:21 AM) Adrian Sud: and then there was the Non-Sequitur Ending
(12:56:44 AM) Adrian Sud: All in all, very enjoyable.

P.S. We are ridiculous.

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Update:

We’re down to 10 people, as far as I can tell.

If anyone else would like to come, you’re more than welcome to. Drop me a line or just show up. No tickets are being bought in advance, really, but I’ll be holding seats inside the theater for at least ten people.

I am however calling off the whole “pool thing”, because after the movie I am pretty much going to be hella busy straight on until my cousin’s wedding a week from saturday, after which I’m going to California, literally until school starts on the 6th.

In other news, I have come to the undeniable conclusion that there is no mood that Ace of Base cannot fix.

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Ok, so maybe not really a party. More like, everyone gather at Tyngsboro Theater at 1:15 for a 1:30 showing of Snakes on a Plane on Friday.

WHAT: Snakes on a Plane!
WHERE: AMC Tyngsboro 12
WHEN: Friday, August 18th, at 1:30pm (try to be a little early)
WHAT ELSE: Possibly swimming at my house.

I decided I don’t want to do any party planning really, so it’s not a party, it’s just a “let’s go see Sammy J become an instant cult hero” day. But if anyone needs rides, call me and we’ll figure something out. We’ll decide about the swimming part at the theater for whoever wants to.

We’re going to a 1:30pm showing so that we might get seats, because honestly, nobody should see a movie called Snakes on a Plane, but we all know that on friday night, they will.

Basically, Kevin Bacon is Not Invited, but he’s the only one on the exclusion list. Kudos if you chuckled at that joke.

If you want me to buy you tickets early, or have ride issues, let me know in a comment, email, or phone call.

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Ok, so I have this fantastic idea spawned from 1-800-OMGWTF.

Imagine you are on a skiing trip. You slide carefully off the ski lift at the top of the mountain, and glide over to the trail you want to go on, it’s the blue square trail next to the double-black diamond. Secretly you’ve always wanted to try the double-black diamond, but you’re only a hobby skiier, and you know you’re not quite ready to risk that kind of expert trail.

All of a sudden, this guy you know from school flies off the lift and shouts “ORRRR-FRICKIN-WEEEEEEEELL!” as he carreens in front of you and flies down the double-black. Weirder yet, he was looking straight at you as he yelled it at the top of his lungs, a haunted look in his eyes.

Now’s about the time when you take out your cell phone and dial 1-800-OMGWTF.

The line gets picked up after about two seconds by a mechanical voice that says in a neutral accent, “Thank you for calling One-Eight-Hundred-Oh-Em-Gee-Whiskey-Tango-Foxtrot. An operator will be on the line in just a moment to help–” and then gets cut off by a young male voice saying, “Hello, Oh-Em-Gee-Whiskey-Tango-Foxtrot, my name is Paul, what the hell just happened?”

You carefully repeat the details of the misguided skiier and his chilling final scream.

Paul takes all of it in and says, “Well, it sounds to me like he had a momentary memory lapse. Did you follow him?”

“No,” you say, “He went down a double-black.”

“Ahh”, says Paul, calmly. “Well, there’s a couple things you can do from here: you can contact him later–look him up in facebook, that’s usually a safe bet–and ask him what he was talking about, or you can let it go and get on with skiiing, or if you’re worried you can try telling a nearby cop or something, but that’s probably not necessary, he’ll probably be dead or at least severely injured soon. Anyway, you have an interesting story, would you like to be on the Air?”

“Yes please,” you say, eager to see if anyone else has any ideas. Paul places you on hold while he talks to the radio show’s screeners to try to convince them that your story is interesting enough. After just a moment, the subtle but friendly hold music cuts off and a click is heard.

“Double-you-Oh-Em-Gee, You’re on the air, What the hell just happened?”

-Adrian

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Edit (Spelling errors cleaned for your viewing pleasure):

(1:23:36 AM) Alex Bryant: as your lawyer, i suggest you make an edit claiming that yes, i have done that before
(1:23:45 AM) Adrian Sud: haha
(1:23:52 AM) Adrian Sud: Will do

Apparently Alex is that guy. And here I thought I made it up.