Chris Crockett - Gaming and Computer Geek

Yesterday, I’m late in posting this but so be it, I was required to complete a Physical Abilities Test in order to maintain my employment with the Federal Government. This test was the biggest stress factor in my life, since I was not entirely confident that I would do well on all five of the portions of the test. Let’s face it, I’m not really a physical type of guy. I don’t much like sports, even golf does not get me out very often and it’s my favorite sport to play. Well, the short story is that not only did I pass the Physical Abilities Test, I passed every portion of it, under the benchmark time. I didn’t know that I had it in me to do as well as I did but the simple fact is that training alone for a test like this really isn’t the same as actually doing it, particularly when one factors in the encouragement of one’s classmates. There are no more significant obstacles to my continued employment, and eventual retirement. The remaining tests are ones that I know I am easily capable of passing…. but there’s always graduation with honors to shoot for. I’m definitely shooting.

I am failing, flailing, floundering, foundering…. I have a deeply rooted desire to write, create imagine, build and make commentary on the world, or perhaps to comment on a new world, of my own devising.  As anyone can see from this newly incarnated blog, I’m not doing very well at it.  I keep promising myself to spend at least an hour a day writing.  Writing something, anything, even gibberish.  Yet I fail to do so, every day.  I don’t know what it is.  Or I do, but I’ve become too lazy to do anything about it.  TV, the boob-tube, the idiot box absorbs so much of my idle attention.  It’s just too easy to sit back and let someone else do the storytelling for an hour… then another hour… then another hour until finally it’s time to go to sleep, or go to work.  Feh.  The problem exists not within the box, not within the pixellated world of fictional characters, it lies within myself.  I feel the urges flowing but I allow them to ebb… to be soothed by the scintillating radiation of the cathode rays instead of blasting them out onto the page, or into my keyboard and from there on to whatever destiny awaits.  I don’t presume to think I am writing the Great American Novel (TM) but there are many other good reasons to write.

64 machines, updated manually, the only thing going for me was remote admin capability.

I am now officially a resident of the state of Florida. I’ve been employed here for a while now but today I surrendered my Georgia driver’s license in exchange for a Florida document of the same nature. I suppose it’s too late to deny now, I’m a Floridian.

Having an "interesting" start to my shift… in the Chinese proverb sense.

Getting ready to go to work.

Listening to the News from Lake Wobegon.

Reading David Allen’s Ready for Anything

Screwing around with new web services when I should be working. I’ll go do that now.

Hello… hello… is this thing on? I’m testing one of those whiz-bang new free services that I found on the web called IMified. It allows one to access all sorts of other whiz bang new free services from one’s instant messaging client. So far, nifty.