By now, my comments in this situation are likely noticeably absent. I've spent most of the day questioning if it were real, if it actually happened. I actually stared at my CDR logs indicating the call. I hunted until I found proof that the data I was getting was legit. And ultimately I didn't feel any better about it.

Yesterday, I lost a good friend. The first guy I called when I got home from the FBI, the guy who would stop by and hang out, just to shoot the shit. It all started at RubiCon 4. I needed a room, and Dan posted to pen about having space to spare. I didn't know him, but I showed up with a DS3 test unit and a buttset, and he showed up with his own, much cooler buttset, as well as a punchdown block and several other things. I learned a lot about phone wiring that day. I knew the basics, sure, but when Dan teaches it, it's something entirely different. I had never seen someone use a punchdown tool to punch down a jack against their knee before. I tried, and, of course, hurt myself. But from that point forward, Dan and I were in contact. I remember a night when we were out on the town, making trouble. I think it was actually the night this userpic was taken:

He lost his phone where that photo was taken. The one in the photograph on the podium at his tribute site. We were almost done for the night when we realized he didn't have it. I think we met up with that night at a IHOP. This is where the pancake thing with and the fries thing with me started. We retraced our steps through berkley, and couldn't find his cell phone. Until we look under the car. There it was, crushed. Dan turned it on, and it worked. I was mighty impressed.

I remember buying his truck of doom from him (I was desperate for a car, and he needed the cash, so we worked it out), and nearly killing us both with the failure of the new brake calipers I put on because I didn't tighten the brake line tight enough after bleeding the lines. oops.
I remember when he came back.
I remember the debacle with ,
the debacle with ,
and all of that.

I remember the last time I saw him. I remember the last time I talked to him. I remember the last email I got from him.

I sit tonight, feeling crushed on the inside. This guy was a great person, doing great things for people. He was happy, truly happy. We talked about his desire to be an EMT. I thought he'd be great at it. He would.

Dan was a great person, and was one of my inspirations for knowing as much about phones as I do today. The thought that we'll never talk again is deeply disturbing.

I leave this post with a memory I got today. Some may not think it's appropriate, but if they don't, they don't really know Dan. He'll laugh his ass off as soon as he figures out how to get internet access in heaven.

One of the things Dan exposed me to was futurama. In fact, he left his discs here because we'd inevitably watch them when he was here. I found them today. One of his favorite quotes was from an epsode called "A head in the polls", where bender pawns his body, and it's bought by the head of richard nixon.

Today, he proved to me that bodies are truly, as bender put it so succinctly, "for hookers and fat people", of which he is neither.

I still was honestly surprised that when dan was pulled from the water, he didn't get up, look around, and just say "haha, gotcha, fuckers.". He's a survivor.

No matter what I say here, I can't even begin to describe the loss the world has experienced today.

Rest in peace, my friend.

PS: Stop haunting my UPS. I'm sure you think it's funny, but it's fucking up my tivo.

PPS: I may not post much or be around much this week. It's not due to all of this (well, at least not mostly due to this), but instead my new job, which is likely to take quite a bit of my time as I get used to it and get everything together. Try not to worry about me. I'm taking this pretty hard, but I'll be okay.

Daniel Kivel
July 5, 1971 – May 28, 2006

Installshield errors after reinstalling windows

All the information on the internet says that _YOU_ have to have permissions to c:\windows\installer. It's wrong. NT AUTHORITY\SYSTEM must have full control of this directory to successfully run installshield installers, otherwise you get a 1607 error. In XP, Windows Installer is run as a service as "NT AUTHORITY\SYSTEM". It cannot update its own files unless that user has full control, as well as the administrator group. This is not necessarily the default if you reinstall windows without formatting the drive, as it doesn't always fix the ACLs right.

How I spent my summer vacation (and my vacation pay)

Picked up a few things with my last paycheck. I had a month of unused vacation time, so it would seriously be hookers and blow time if I wasn't gonna use it to pay off my credit cards and quiet down the IRS instead.

A mess of parts A mess of parts
Wow. Thank God I have a high mechanical aptitude score in every standardized test I ever took.
Cool and Evil Cool and Evil
If I've gotta mow the lawn, I'm gonna do so in style.
Woo! Woo!
Bitchin' grill.

New Jobs, Old Jobs

Today was my last day at $employer_redacted. It's weird saying goodbye, because it never feels like it's actually goodbye. I've been there almost 6 years, and I don't think it's real yet. I've taken almost a month vacation there once, and that was surreal.

I'm kinda nervous about the new job, and really excited.

I have no idea what things are going to be like at $clec_redacted. I'm pretty sure it's gonna be a blast though.

man, it's fucking cold out here. The weather outdoors this time of year sucks ass, because it's really comfy during the day, and colder than a witches' titty after sundown. grr.

Fortunately I have company to keep me warm :)

Anyhow, I got a new battery for my watch today, as well as a … X band radar gun. It hasn't worked for readout yet, but it's definitely setting off radar detectors. It could be a really fun ride home if people decide to drive like assholes around me. 8)