Maybe Honesty Isn’t The Best Policy If You’re Weird

Are all these folks related? There’s 19-year-old Kevin J. Diaz, who after clubbing a passing cyclist in the head with an ice-scraper, said “I just got out of jail. I’m just trying to have fun and whoop some ass.”

Next is Saeko Yoda, who happens to have a fine name. But the point is she killed her sister by beating her to death with a rock. When asked why she did it, she said, “I figured I’d be happier if I killed her, so I killed her.”

Last but not least, seven-year-old Latarian Milton stole his grandmother’s car. His reason? “I wanted to do it because it’s fun to do bad things.”

Well, at least they were honest. Weird, but honest.

Future Aids

I’ve found a new place to buy things. What kind of things? Braille things. Talking things. All kinds of neat things. They’re cheap. They have neat descriptions of their things. Some of them even have instruction sheets you can read. I just bought a talking pedometer, and you can listen to its voice. It only cost me 7 bucks to buy it! They even have dymo-labeler tape for cheap! Wooo! Plus, this place will braille things you want brailled. Business cards, menus, cards, whatever. How sweet!

The people who wrote up the site are wacky. I don’t think I’ve ever added something to my shopping cart and had a dialog appear that says “righto! We’ll add that right away!” ever before.

Something else cool about them is they’re open long, long hours. You could probably call them anytime and have a good chance of getting someone.

The final cool thing about this store is if you’re in Canada or the U.S, they ship their things via free matter for the blind! I have never ever ever seen that before. How awesome is that?

So, if you’re in the market for something blinky, head over to www.FutureAids.com! Maybe they’ll have just the thing for you.

In other technological thing-related news, it appears the BookPort and related support isn’t as gone as I thought. They actually just released an update for the transfer software, and there’s still a faint hope that BookPort II may be made. the support people are going the extra mile to help me solve my problem, as it baffles them too. Oh no. Why do I always find the big problems? But at least I have the BookPort big guns on the case.

Trouble In Paradise?

Ooo! this humdinger conclusion of a wedding night fits into a couple of categories. There’s of course the predictable category of humdinger wedding night conclusions, but also the groom is a dentist!

This story has what the hell written all over it. Why did he Karate kick her? Why did she fight off people coming to her aid? Why heave live plants at elevators? And the one that makes me laugh the hardest, why was he arraigned wearing tuxedo pants, a bloody shirt, and one shoe? I mean, I know booze was involved, but by all accounts, she was more boozed up than he was. Why did he end up in rougher shape? I thought it was funny that one of the hapless victims who came to her aid got a tooth knocked out. maybe, as part of some kind of settlement, the groom can do some free dental work for the person. But would they want that?

Mike’s Hard Lesson

I’m glad we have services in place to protect kids, when they work. It’s too bad they either don’t notice abuse going on until it is too late, or snatch kids seemingly unnecessarily.

Somehow, Christopher Ratte didn’t realize he had bought his 7-year-old son Leo Mike’s Hard Lemonade at a ballgame. He asked for lemonade, and the guy gave him a Mike’s Hard. The kid was drinking it, and then a security guard came and told the father that the drink was alcoholic. He was shocked, but the guard snatched it, called police and then things went straight to hell. they took Leo to the hospital to make sure he was ok. I get that. then they made an order to remove him from the home, and social workers came to get him at the hospital. Even social workers seemed annoyed that they were taking the kid, but they could only follow orders. Uh, what happened to taking everything on a case by case basis?

When relatives came to get the poor, traumatized boy, Child Protective Services workers told them they couldn’t see him until they had a hotel room. They got one, and when they came back, Leo was taken to an undisclosed foster home. What the hell?

Finally, somebody saw reason, and let the boy go back to his mother. But they didn’t completely see reason because they tried to make dear old supposed booze-feeding dad stay in a hotel for a while. Then someone else finished off the ability to see reason and dismissed that bullshit.

What the? It was an odd mistake, but it was just that. It was a mistake. I could think of worse things a parent could be doing to their kid.

Dog First-Aid Course

I figured I’d post this here to spread the word any way I can.

Remember back in that Trixie post where a dog came at us out of nowhere? That really scared the hell out of me. I thought about how isolated it is on that little stretch. I wondered what I would do if a dog ever laid its teeth into Trixie. Would I be able to stop the bleeding? What if something else happened? Would I be able to stabilize her until I could get her to a vet?

This led me on a quest for doggy first-aid classes. You wouldn’t believe how difficult this is! I called my vet, and they gave me a number for a company in B.C. I called them, and they offered some classes in Toronto, but nothing closer. Since their classes were 2-day classes, that would mean I would have to stay somewhere. I didn’t think that would work. I contacted them, and asked about what would be involved in scheduling a private class in Guelph if I could get enough people together, and when they found out I was bllind, they just about flipped their lid. They wanted me to attend one of their already existing classes and bring someone along to be my eyes. Uh, how about no?

I eventually found Corinna Bollmann’s site, where she offers the course at Doggie Minder, her doggy daycare in Pickering. I emailed her and started asking her about how easy it was to bus from guelph to Pickering, and explained why I wanted to take the course. To my surprise, she offered to come to Guelph! She said she’d never taught a blind person the doggy first-aid course, but she was willing to try stuff if I was willing to be a guinea pig. In fact, she was hoping to get a group of blinks together to all be guinea pigs for her. She wants a group of four students in the class. I thought sure, if I can get some people together.

It sounds like an interesting course. She even wants to explain what makes a good dogfood, and other doggy health tips that I think it would be great to know. It’s always good to learn about different things that aren’t always discussed by your vet.

So, if you’re interested and can come to Guelph on Saturday, May 10, please let me know. The course runs from 10:00 a.m. to 6:00 p.m. and the cost is $100. Shoot me an email if you want more details.

I’m really looking forward to this course. I hope I never have to use it, but it’s always good to have another tool in my belt.

Skullcrusher Craigslist

That’s just slightly goofy. I just finished posting an ad on craigslist, and there’s a part where you have to fill in the word verification box. They do have audio, pretty good audio that does phonetic spellings for letters so you know exactly what to type, like “h as in hotel.” But you’ll never guess what’s being used as distraction noise around the voice speaking the letters to type. The beginning to Skullcrusher Mountain by Jonathan Coulton! That’s just wacky. I emailed him about it. Let’s see if he knew about that.

Strange Questions In The Google Searches

28 Apr, Mon, 06:20:44
Google:
is superantispyware a piece of shit?

Interesting. It sounds like you’re having a bad run of luck with it. No, it’s pretty good. It found about a zillion cookies that Ad-Aware never found. Plus, if it makes a mistake, you can tell the company so. One time, it thought one of the files in a Kitchens Inc game was an evil Golden Palace Casino file, so I toldit nope, you’re wrong. Now that Ad-Aware doesn’t work with JAWS, I’m all over SuperAntiSpyware. Why did you think it was a piece of shit? You’ll probably never answer me, but oh well.

RG: Really Great If It Works

After reading this story about the testing of an RFID Tag-reading robot designed to help blind shoppers around the store, I am a pendulum swinging from “cool idea!” to “oh shit we’re in trouble.” Come swing with me a while.

Weee! We’re up in the “cool idea!” area. That would be sweet to walk into some big store and say “Can I borrow your RG robot?” and walk around the store in search of whatever I want without having to bug store staff, feel like I’m taking up too much of their time, or decide quickly what I would like without price-comparing. It would be cool to read a braille directory of what was in the store and then go find it.

Weee! After a spine-tingling corkscrew turn, we’re over in the “oh shit we’re in trouble.” area. First off, it claims the robot will guide you around people and things. What if it fails? What if you and 22-pound R2D2 just pound some unfortunate customers into mush because it didn’t perceive them until you did, and told it to stop?

I think it’s awesome that it has a braille directory, but I’ve seen how often things in braille are updated. Has anyone been at a restaurant, asked for a braille menu, looked at it, ordered something off it, and had the waitress go “You want a what? Oh! That was on our menu years ago!” Now imagine trying to buy stuff at a store that they no longer carry, but is stil in the directory. If it wasn’t happening to you, it would be really funny. Imagine you’re a blind man looking for a shirt. RG plants you in front of an aisle full of women’s panties and tries to claim it’s men’s shirts. Oh boy.

On top of that, there are a lot of places where other people are going to screw up its ability to work. As of now, it can only take you to the colgate aisle and tell you what part of the shelf holds the thing you want. If someone moves it, or throws something in there that isn’t Colgate, it has no idea. Just think of how many times customers and staf rearrange things.

And, what if the battery fails or you just can’t seem to get the message through to RG. Will it have a “call a staff” function? People love their independence, but they won’t feel so independent marooned in the women’s panties aisle trying to talk to this stupid machine who insists it’s men’s shirts or can only beep “battery low, please recharge.”

Next, I wonder about RG’s durability. If he’s always in the shop, he’s not practical.

My biggest fear is that stores will be of the opinion that RG will replace customer service for us. They will forget that some of us might not read braille. Others may not understand the voice. Others may need something complex that RG won’t be able to provide. I think it’s a great option, as long as store staff see it as such. It is an option. It is something else to try.

I read this post, and I feel like an old fart. I hear another part of me saying “Without people trying new things, you wouldn’t be typing on this computer. You wouldn’t have a cellphone that talks. Hell, you may not even have a white cane! Stop raining on RG’s parade.” I’m not trying to say it sucks. I just worry that there is too much potential for human error to get in the way. If Vladimir Kulyukin and his team of researchers can eliminate some of that potential for failure, I’ll march into my nearest store that uses one and proudly try out Mr. RG. Now that would be cool. The poor robot would have to contend with a sniffing dog at its heels…which brings me to another question. Are the developers considering guide dog interactions? Could you even manage a dog and it? Both are trying to guide you. even if you heeled the dog, what if RG perceived the dog as an obstacle? Or worse, what if it hurt the dog because it didn’t notice it’s sniffing nose and trampled it? Isn’t there a lot of risk of traumatizing the dog?

All I’m saying is I hope blind folks are having some input into its design so we can think out some of the potential flaws. Until then, I’ll stick with a human customer service rep. Humans don’t usually spout out error messages or strange codes.

Bad Poetry

I said I would find this old poem. It appears I have. Probably no one will find this funny except Steve and me. Oh well.

I was on that user’s list of folks who used the ELba, and one of them got all mushy gushy about his ELba. I believe he was from Germany or something, so his English wasn’t so good, which explains the, well, bad English in his poem. He wrote:

Braillex Elba

Come on as you like to be!
Come on get your efficiency!
Cause this Braille display is fine,
It is an Efficiency line.
Move as quickly as a star,
With its easy access bar.

In the conference room, not in the road,
It is easy to take a note.

This device is not a trap!
You can easily browse the web.

And whilst snake mail will some times fail!
Check and read your email in Braille.

Through big calculations you don’t look through,
The calculator will work for you.

On the train, not in the station!
Do your spreadsheet calculation.

Some times you forget a date,
And some times you come too late!
That all will be over, now!
The Dayplanner will show you how.

Read in peace, not in the road,
Use PC, combined and navigation mode.

Papenmeier is always fair,
A virtual cursor is also there.

On the Elba things are easy to reach!
Easy configurable Braille and speech.

Operating is an easy dance!
Do it, using Linux commands.

I believe after I read that piece of, well, something or other, smoke came out of my ears. Why I couldn’t be content to let him have his glorious view of the thing, I don’t know. I mean, he wrote a poem about some computer device. That speaks volumes for how rich and full of human contact his life was. But this was too much for me to bear. At the time, I was not a very happy person, and this whole experience with the ELba wasn’t helping. Steve, in an attempt to keep me from hoofing it to either New Jersey or Germany to kick some ass, told me we should try and write our own poem. This seemed to bring things down to a reasonable level. I wrote the following:

I just read the poem from you,
And I don’t doubt your words so true
But now please hear this poem of mine,
The words herein are not so fine.

I sent my ELba for repair,
Off to New Jersey, way down there.
The flash card would not activate,
And I thought they could set it straight.

For several weeks it languished there,
In a state of disrepair.
The stories they were told to me,
First the fault of New Jersey, then Germany.

The tall tales they would change each day,
For why it was not sent back up here, eh.
After 6 long weeks, the package came,
Good as new, or so they’d claim.
But discovered I, to my shame,
Alas, the unit still was lame.

I tried to see if my problem was gone,
But alas, it would not power on.
For a while, I tried and tried,
Hoping that it had not died.

I called New Jersey for support,
But all I got were odd retorts.
They told me the reason it had died,
Was because I pushed the card inside.
They said reflashing was the cause
A remark that truly gave me pause.
For if this were true I say,
Wouldn’t something be on the braille display?

They told me the charger should have a buzz,
But I don’t recall that it does.
They told me I did not need a new case,
They told me this right to my face.
But the current one with Velcro wrong,
I know won’t hold out very long.

The repair requests that we had sent,
I wonder where the heck they went.
No fax, no phone, and no email,
Did all three systems truly fail?

Now they’ve shipped me a power chord,
But I fear I need a circuit board.
For with this new one being used,
To power up, it still refused.

My ELba’s not quick as a fox,
As it lays dead inside its box.
That’s my story I do say,
How much are Braille Notes Anyway?

Oddly, after that little piece of poetry, everybody hated me on that list. But it got the attention of the company in New Jersey, and much more success than I had been having. So there, there’s the silly poem I was referring to. God I feel geeky today.