amigoid

Lost my 8830 Blackberry

2009-12-15T23:49:28Z

Blegh.

And I lost it in a kinda scummy area had to stop to use an ATM at a liquor store.
1000000-1 chance of getting it back. Its got my home number and a promise of a reward if found on the lock screen, but...
Someone will find it and pawn it. Ah well. I had a password on it, so its 10 tries and it wipes itself out. Verizon already has it listed as stolen, and I just backed up the data yesterday coincidentally.

Guess I'll have to watch Craigslist for a while and see if a 8830 pops up for sale.
Besides knowing the ESN for it, there are a couple other distingushing factors on it that will make it easy to reclaim if someone tries to sell it.

Like a good little geek, I have a backup phone along with the backup data, so aside from the personal annoyance and flashbacks from the last time a phone was stolen (RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!) I'll be okay. If I was staying with Verizon, this would be my cue to buy the Droid. But since I am a Cricket employee now, full time, I will probably try to migrate to a Cricket phone...rather than extend my contract with its obscene ETF for 2 more years.

Oral Roberts Died, 91 years old

2009-12-15T23:26:41Z

http://www.cnn.com/2009/US/12/15/oral.roberts/index.html?eref=igoogle_cnn

He'd been married 66 years. That in itself is something rare. No prenupt, no scandalous fall from grace like some evangelicals.

Growing up in the shadow of Tulsa Oklahoma, Oral was the butt of our jokes sometimes, with the 50 foot Jesus Crossing signs, and other amusing things. But he was still a good man, and did a lot of good in this world. He will be missed, at least by some.

New Arcade modification!

2009-11-25T16:45:13Z

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2009-11-04T21:14:47Z

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The long drought has ended...

2009-07-07T03:02:51Z

Its funny, you know, how your mind prioritizes things.

Tomorrow, I start my new job after being unemployed for the longest stretch I can remember.
Its a classic example of "Never Burn Bridges" in the work arena. The internet is too darn small. About 2 years ago I completed a 6 month contract at Cricket Communications. I had done a good job there. But the hard fact was that there was only one headcount open at the end of the project, and I was the last one brought on. I left on good terms. I had used one of my co-workers as a reference. So, when I learned of a new opening, I called my old friends. Some still worked there, and they gave me strong endorsements. Skipping the phone screen and going straight to the interview, I learned it was, essentially, what I was doing when I left.

10% unemployment, and I am no longer part of that statistic.

But you know, I could not bring myself to blog while I was unemployed. I didn't work on restoring my pinball machines. I DID do the "Mr. Mom" thing and take over the lions share of cooking, and other household things, along with caring for my Mother in Law.

But I have a job now. And I'm back.

Stay tuned.

If I have to wear this kick me sign, can I at least move it off my groin?

2009-03-10T17:14:15Z

Sigh.

Last Thursday we took my wife's Mom to a local rec center, as we had done several times before, to give her a soak in the hot tub, do some rehab exercises, and give her a shower. It was later in the day than we usually go, but... She is sitting on the toilet, Sheri is helping her and I am off returning the plastic PVC pipe wheelchair the center has, and fetching her own. Mom goes grey and collapses backwards on the toilet. Sheri freaks and calls 911. We decide to play it safe and have her sent to Parker Adventist Hospital. The doc calls us the next day, amazed we have been caring for her the past year, because in his words, she is a handful. He decides to have her sent to a rehab facility to get some strength training, (lately she goes ragdoll on us more and more and is less willing to try to walk or use her arm). And I think the Dr could see we needed a break. Joy. But my wife and kids and I are now trying to adjust to not having her constantly needing us. You'd think that would not be stressful, but we are coping with the change and breathing a cautious sigh of relief.

I had a couple good job interviews. Something may turn up soon.

This morning, I am driving my son to school (it snowed last night) and as I drive to school, I get rammed from the right side by a driver who slid through the stop sign of a side street. Her Buick LaSabre hits my wife's Jag on the front right corner, hard enough to trigger the airbags, and then her car spins and hits our right rear quarterpanel. We sit, waiting for the police to come fill the police report and get all the info on the scene. I get my wife to bring me my trenchcoat (I was in my PJ's; ironically I constantly scold her about driving to school in her robe.) and the digital camera.

Its a few hours later and I'm home now, a bundle of nerves and a little more sore than I realized. We are several thousand upside down on our car, so I hope and pray they do not total our vehicle, otherwise all we have is my old volvo with 250,000 miles on it and no money for another car.

C'mon God... give me a break.

I guess it could have been worse... a second later and she could have slammed into the right passenger door where my son was sitting. But sometimes I feel like that peasant in Monty Python's Holy Grail who insists he's not dead yet, he's feeling a bit better, and gets whomped on the noggin.

I Watch The Watchmen

2009-03-05T16:07:45Z

R.i.P. Paul Harvey, dead at age 90

2009-03-01T16:36:57Z

The man with a very distinctive radio program voice died today.

watching-tv.ew.com/2009/03/paul-harvey.html

He came from my neck of the woods, around Tulsa, Oklahoma. I loved listening to the "Rest of the Story".
He worked right up until the end, and never lost the touch.

More than Cronkite, he put a voice and a personal touch to the news.
He's hoping his son can keep the torch burning.

And Now for Something Completely Different...

2009-02-25T08:06:13Z

[Sung to the tune, "Video Killed The Radio Star" by the Bangles... just Google it okay?]

Bit Torrent Killed My Old VCR
(an original bit of insanity I just came up with... Hey, Wierd Al, Feel free!)

I stayed up late to watch SNL on Channel 2

Lying awake up late to tune in back in '82

There was no tape or tivo, watch it or you’re screwed.

Oh-a oh

But in the nineties I could catch more must-see-tv

Recorded on machines with new technology

But even VCR’s obsolete now I can see.

Oh-a oh

Just ask my children

Oh-a oh

The ‘nets consumed them!

Bit-torrent killed my old VCR

Episodes download from near and far.

Oh-a-a-a oh.

And now I watch shows in my basement studio

We watch it off the drives it digitally flows

And no more commercial in-ter-rupt-sh-uns in tow.

Oh-a oh

With my SATA TB drive…

Oh-a oh

They are now always live.

Bit-torrent killed my old VCR

Hulu, Youtube, thepiratebay, help catch missed shows the very same day.

Oh-a-aho oh,
Oh-a-aho oh

Bit-torrent killed my old VCR

Hulu, youtube, and thepiratebay, help catch missed shows the very same day.

Episodes download from near and far. Its time to scrap my VTR.

I forgot to set my VCR

(who cares, because--)

Bit-torrent killed my old VCR

Bit-torrent killed my old VCR. (Who wants my old VCR?)

Anyone want a free killer whale?

2009-02-13T05:52:27Z

Oh man oh man... I want this... But my wife would kill me.

I have a couple big trees out back I could suspend it from... hmm. Too big for the basement...

http://denver.craigslist.org/zip/1032533040.html

Good morning. (life with my Mother-in-Law)

2009-02-07T17:12:39Z

They turned off our cellphones.

That was the Yahoo IM I had on my Blackberry, sent by my wife as she drove off for work.

But that was not how the day started. I was awakened about 4am by my wife (I had fallen asleep in the basement after the family watched a Smallville Season 1 Marathon, and my 1am catnap on the sofa down there had run a little long). It was my mother-in-law, who needed to be taken out of bed and put in the wheelchair and helped into the bathroom. No, first she wanted water. I'd stumbled upstairs to flop on our bed, nudging our 11 year old son to one side. Back out of bed, and back downstairs to the first floor bedroom (which used to be Sheri's home office in a dining room right off the front door). Sheri'd already got her in the wheelchair, but knowing Ellen's penchant to play ragdoll at night and flop all her weight on her helper, I didn't want to risk Sheri hurting her back. I mumbled I had her and I'd get her to the toilet. Sheri nodded in grateful acknowledgement and went back up to bed to get some rest before work.

I parked her wheelchair outside the bathroom door. (We'd had our best friend help us flip so it swung outward. That and a row of rails along the wall of the bathoorm I'd installed were all the modifications we could afford.)

Staggering like a drunken hunchback, my mother-in-law weakly fought to get her left leg, partially paralyzed by the stroke she'd sufffered while in the hospital for knee replacement surgery, to take a faint step forward. Her left arm dangled at her side like a dead and forgotten piece of meat. I stood beside and waited patiently, resigned to the routine, and kept the waistband of her pants and her Depends firmly in my right hand while I steadied her. Two falls, resulting in one broken hip and one broken arm at the shoulder socket had taught us that we could not leave her side for more than a moment. Now finally in position, I pull her pants down, gently working the depends to her knees while quickly glancing to make sure no surprises awaited me, and to keep my hand clear in case she loses bladder control again before I can get her seated in the raised toilet attachment.

All the while I am filtering, ignoring and echoing the repeated dialogs, eyes averted to give her some semblance of privacy while responding automatically to her queries about why there is no toilet paper on the spindle (We keep it behind her out of reach and out of sight, so that she does not get stuck in a loop of wiping, forggeting she wiped, wiping, and flooding the bathroom with a toilet clogged with half a roll of paper). Her bladder emptied, I give her paper to wipe with, and try to ignore the urine's smell. We have to constantly cajole Mom to drink more water. Now I help her stand to her feet and making sure she has a firm grip on the rail, I lean her over a bit and check her wrinkled 81 year old backside for "prairie dogs" or any other surprises that might require additional attention.

She chants the repeated mantra of how her arm, leg, back, shoulder, and legs hurt as she wobbles back to the wheelchair, leaning heavily and quietly thanking me for the rails she leans on. Same dialog every time. Like tired dancers I help her to pirouette and ease her slowly down onto the wheelchair. A short roll back to bed, and I scoop Mom up and lay her in bed, saving her the exertion of trying to to stand and scootch herself up into the hospital bed. I made sure her left arm was in proper position, and the night brace she wears on her left hand and wrist is in place to keep her withered hand from curling up into a claw. A quick check of the heating blanket completed, I position the TV tray next to the bed, partly so the brass bell used to summon me is in reach, and partly to dissuade her from attempting to climb out of bed unaided. Already on autopilot, I mumble a gentle goodnight as I trod upstairs, my thoughts haunted by the concern that Colorado's legislature is considering cutting back funding to seniors even more, and the subsidized shuttle service that helps get her thrice weekly get to senior day activities may soon end.

Sunrise. Its 6am; thereabouts... And the weak tinkle of the brass bell that haunts my sleep rouses me. She needs to go to the bathroom again, and the concern in her tremulous voice warns me that I have a unpleasant surprise. Fortunately the Depend's has done its job and only a few drops of diarrhea have leaked through to her pajama pants, and nothing has made it to the bed. That doesn't stop her from asking and repeating more than 6 times her concern that she soiled the bed. After the sixth time, the growling tone change in my voice finally gets through to her that the discussion is over. I carefully separate the sides of the diaper and dispose of the toxic payload. Then the cleanup begins and any sense of body privacy is pretty much gone. My wife, who is in the shower upstairs trying to get an early start for work, gets the bad news. I wrap Mom lower half up in a towel, then as gently as I can pick her up in my arms and carry Mom upstairs to the shower and the waiting lawn chair within.

While Sheri takes over, I dash back downstairs and hurriedly make my wife a PBJ sandwich and some scrambled eggs she can eat while driving to work. With me out of work for over a month now, and the unemployment checks not coming on schedule despite my jumping through ever hoop the CUBLine demands, we are very dependent on Sheri's part time job to keep things going. The Veterans Benefits Mom is owed are a year overdue and tied up in so much bureaucratic red-tape that I'm wondering if Vegas odds-makers are making book as to which will get here first, the check or the grim reaper. The social security check barely covers her thrice-weekly daycare, and her life savings have been irresponsibly frittered away on personal indulgences by another relative. I add some extra touches to Sheri's eggs, like some curry and paprika, and some shredded cheese, then fill her travel mug with English Breakfast I hurredly brewed and sneak a love note in her napkin in the car front seat with the food.

Grandma is dressed now, and clean, her weekly bath a day early but none too soon considering. I take Ellen in my arms again and gingerly go back downstairs to the main floor and her waiting bed, both of us praying my feet will not slip nor my back give out.
She rests and I feed the dogs and log in after many weeks absense from LJ.

Its 10am now. Sheri is at work, hopefully on schedule so as to not give HR any excuse to cut off our lifeline. Time to stop goofing off with the blog and make grandma her Eggo Blueberry Waffles with peanut butter and syrup. Every day, same meal, but its the important one that helps keep the weight on her. I take a moment to greet my 14 year old son, just waking from a Saturday morning sleep-in, and take a moment to think about my own mother, shut in a secure nursing home, her memories all stolen away by alzheimers.

It sucks getting old.
I hope I get a job soon.
I am tired.

KHAAAAAAAANNN!

2009-01-14T23:02:28Z

RIP Ricardo Montalban, you were always a unique individual. The world needs more like you, not less.

MEME: twilightsm hath commanded

2008-12-12T16:05:56Z

Meme instructions:
1. Reply to this post and I will pick five of your icons
2. Make a post (including the meme info) and talk about the icons I chose if you damn well feel like it.
3. Other people can then comment to you and make their own posts.
4. This will create a never-ending cycle of icon glee

Some time back I found the funny and cute animation of a bunny bemoaning that everyone else on earth has had more sex than him. I combined it with a "MindBlast" motivational poster parody and stuck the little bunny in the middle instead of Wilford Brimley. Thought it would be a silly icon to have in the pool. And no, I get more sex than most. So nyah. :-)

Dolphins. Love em! I also love steaks. And I thought it was another silly icon I made myself for when I am writing something absurd. I've swam with dolphins. I've touched them, caressed their heads, held their fins, and played with them in the water. Magical. Someday I dream of swimming with orcas.

The Laughing Man. I found this picture when I was searching for pictures of Heath Ledger's Joker. (before the movie it was hard to find). The Laughing man had had his face cut into a permanent grimacing smile. An icon I use when I am responding to the insane, the absurd, or the madness of the world. "We're all mad here, Alice..."

HUH. I liked the movie, and the dramatic scene of "Tonight we Dine in HELL!" It makes me laugh to look at the dramatic juxtaposed with the mundane. I like things that make me laugh. We need more hellos, and laughter. I'm all stocked up on pain.

TDSM. Short for Trapdoor Spider Man. Amy Borden drew him for me many years ago. Here is the full picture. He's also the dangerous cyber-net-tech side of me.

TDSM is one of my superhero characters from the Superguy mailing list. Check it out. Its been around longer than the world wide web.
Real name: Unknown
Status: Active and founding member of West Coast Defenders.
Notes: Trapdoor Spider Man first cameoed in the SPECTRUM series before becoming one of the original West Coast Defenders. He is now appearing in West Coast Defenders. Known Powers: Trapdoor Spider Man lives underground, his origin shrouded in mystery. Drawn to evil, he strikes suddenly and without warning, popping out of a concealed hole in the ground. He can spin webs, tunnel through just about anything, and has a venomous bite. He is very strong, and his body is nearly bulletproof. He can see in the dark very easily and has tracking skills.
Description: Trapdoor Spider Man is man-sized huge hairy spider with multiple eyes and terrible mandibles. He can use his multiple arms independently, and speaks in a rasping voice. He is downright scary to look at, but stays out of sight.
Note: Trapdoor Spider Man is secretly an agent of the MOOse Illuminati, and spends most of his time hacking cyberspace, monitoring all the world wide webs. His codename is SpiderMOOse. There's a lot more to this guy, but you'll have to subscribe to the superguy mailing list to learn more.

http://lists.eyrie.org/mailman/listinfo/superguy/

Oh, and its thanks to him and my other characters that I can claim a tag on Wikipedia.
Think of him as a off-kilter representation of a Spiderman hero...just like a lot of superheroes in the Superguy Universe. Wolverine's lethality, with a scary mutation, and the don't mess with me or I'll tear you to shreds attitude. When the movie comes out, he'll be CGI, with Samuel L. Jackson doing the voice. ;-)

The Christmas Store

2008-12-07T00:06:50Z

This is one charitable project I volunteer for yearly. Once a year I haul the arcade cabinet to Aurora Central High School. I set it up in the area set aside for child care, and I let dozens of children beat on it all day.

The Christmas store is an enormous project involving churches and other groups to transform the large cafeteria into magical toy store for needy families. Families line up all day and are able to buy a gift for their children at 25 cents on the dollar. That way they can get them a gift and have the dignity of buying it without breaking the bank. They have helpers with laundry hampers help them pick out the gift(s), then take them to be gift wrapped. Meanwhile, the kids are in the childcare area, and the arcade helps some of the older kids stay sane while they wait.

It starts about 8:30-9,and runs until 6-7pm. As you can imagine, the need has been greater this year than in past years.

I am blogging from the store*. Its running now. The organizers have food/snacks for the volunteers, and basically its me helping kids have fun playing video games all day. Sometimes though it seems like the devil is trying to do everything to keep me from helping out. Last night we hauled it here early, and one of the guys in the Lifebyte group (more on that in a minute) had to bail out on helping haul it and set it up. His wife had a collapsed lung, and his daughter had to go to ER with stomach pains. So that prevented him from helping today and his wife/daughter(s) had signed up to help in childcare. So my son's stepped up and were willing to put in a 8-2 shift.
Lifebyte (the charitable group I work with on this) donates about a dozen computers we refurbish to give away in a drawing for the needy families that sign up for one. We're a little shorthanded today. Last night, I finished setting the arcade up, plugged it in, and the computer that runs the arcade died. I had to stay up late and scramble to build a new brain for the cabinet. But I found backups halfway through the day, and had been able to cobble together enough games last night to keep things fun all morning.

We are going to probably help around 1600 familes today.

*Laptop tethered to my Blackberry Storm, on verizon evdo network...fast!

i can haz STORM

2008-12-02T01:41:49Z

Posting is now do-able to my blog while I am away from the pc. Still learning to type.

Sick

2008-11-30T04:35:15Z

Ow crimeny. I got a bad cold fever head congestion Thursday - Saturday.
3 days of my 4 days off so far have been sick! Argh.
Thats like being sick on a snow day back in grade school.

My mother in law is getting worse. Last night around 2am she climbed out of bed and tried to walk to the bathroom. With her stroke and atrophied muscles, thats not happening. I had to lift her dead weight from the ground back into the wheelchair. We have signs and constant reminders for her to NOT GET OUT OF BED! We lock the wheelchair, we put the rails up, and give her a big brass bell to ring anytime she needs to use the bathroom, get a drink, whatever. It is really wearing my wife and my family down; constant nightly interuptions and her looping. My wife has been sleeping on the couch because my modus operandi when I get sick is to finally get a fever and roast overnight, then I generally am okay. I have been recovering from the fever today and clearing out the lung gunk. Hopefully Sunday I will be back to normal. But Grandma is driving us batty.

I feel really beat down, but I must remember to be thankful for many blessings. My wife and I have jobs and at least for now we have the house paid on time. The furnace is fixed, there's wood in the fireplace, and food in the fridge. My kids are healthy, intellegent and generally obedient. I had 4 days off to get over my illness and being on hours now I can't afford to miss.

Props to the catbunny for this one!

2008-11-27T16:21:45Z

Wow. I knew I had a story to tell, but Hitch!? Cooolness.

Your result for The Director Who Films Your Life Test...

Alfred Hitchcock

Your film will be 52% romantic, 38% comedy, 50% complex plot, and a $ 50 million budget.

One of the best film directors EVER to exist. Your life must be something special if we're going to dig up Hitch to direct the film version. His films are studies of masterful technique and visual storytelling. He also has six distinct signatures he puts in each of his films, one of them being his fleeting cameo walk-by appearance. I think another one is that the leading man is always wrongly persecuted for something he didn't do, and the leading lady is usually a blonde. He made many more films than just The Birds and Psycho. PLEASE go rent, buy, or view North By Northwest or Vertigo!

Take The Director Who Films Your Life Test at HelloQuizzy

Dr. Horrible and the Legal Shark

2008-11-20T08:10:45Z

My kids like to do things ...differently. No dressing up as regular halloween characters...

Dr. Horrible and the Legal Shark

We like to get creative with items we salvaged to make new different costumes.
Some other cute pics in that bucket....

I wonder how many "normal" folk recognized Dr Horrible. A lot of older folks laughed at the shark.

Storm Crackberry Lust

2008-11-19T23:45:49Z

WANT

Oh, man. I am seriously thinking about the BB Storm.
My 8830 is a kickass phone, but the browser and other goodies in the new Storm makes me wibble.
I have a business contact at Verizon on the inside and I am going to get to see it, play with it, and grill the techs.
Tomorrow. And the phone is not scheduled for release until Friday. But I may end up with one a day early.
Drool. I loved the iPhone but hated it being tied to ATT. And I like the Bold (hello Wifi) but thats not available with Verizon.
And my office blocks livejournal youtube, etc... And I have a Stereo Jabra BT3030 ( the dogtag one) and I THINK the storm will work with not only audio stereo, but will also send audio from video media thru the bluetooth.
The 8830 will play music, but if I play a movie I have to use the speakers, or go buy a wired headset (fail).
Yes, I know it sounds a bit dumb to be lusting over a phone, but I use my Blackberry every day, a lot.
I may have to make it a early birthday present to myself.

Furnace back online, captain!

2008-11-17T19:56:50Z

Thanks to my neighbor buddy who is an uber-handyman, and a bit of heavenly favor, our furnace is working.
Odd bit. It was a small module that runs the fan after the gas burners cut off, to help pump all the heat thru the house before turning off the fan. We touched it. It moved, and now works. $$$$ saved. Weird but good.

I was afraid we might have to try to heat the house by the fireplace and a couple space heaters. Not fun.

Now I need to ask your opinion, my friends.
I want to get a diesel crewcab truck, so I can haul the whole family + wheelchair + etc, and then use the truck later to haul a boat, put on a camper shell, haul stuff.

My credit sucks, and we need to offload my wife's Jag (70-80k miles but $10k upside down).

I know Dodge and other companies are very desparate to sell, especially diesel trucks, and with the turmoil in the market, it might be a great time to get the truck and fold the bad debt of the Jag into the purchase.

So, mini-van is not a choice. (not good for towing, not as many sale inducements, etc) Buying used seems doubtful as we would have to find a way to unload the Jag ourselves since we can't handle 2 payments.
Depreciation on the truck is non-issue, since I plan to keep it forever, and diesel trucks last forever. A minivan would have to be resold or traded in, 8 years from now.

Buy new now?
Buy new after bailout?
Yes I know, there is also the option of waiting a couple years, but by then the Jag will have too many miles to resell, and my kids legs will be deformed from cramming them in the back seat with Mom. (grandma has to sit up front due to the wheelchair and her stroke).

With the potential bailout looming, should I wait to see what that outcome is first?

Multiple Happy Happy Anniversaries!

2008-11-10T17:28:20Z

First off, Happy Birthday, Sesame Street. I grew up watching that with my younger brother and sister, and some of the songs are forever burned in my grey matter. Today's episode is brought to you by the letter F. (Hi Joe Scarborough! LOL) And in homage to Bill & Ted, the number 69, dude!

Second, Happy Birthday USMC!

Third, I finally hit Episode 50 for my Superhero/Humor/SciFri/Drama series, Spectrum and the West Coast Defenders. It also happened to fall on the 15th anniversary of my first episode.
Yes, boys and girls. The superguy_list has been around longer than the world wide web, and quoting the Wikipedia entry, "It is one of the longest running collaborative shared universe projects on the internet."

There are several good stories still running there. And all the old stories are available through the Autocollector on the Superguy Web Page.

Writer's Block: Reading Aloud

2008-11-06T23:03:42Z

One of the highlights of going to a literary festival is hearing authors read from their own works. What author, living or dead, would you most like to hear read?

View 500 Answers

My first thought was Sammy Davis Jr. I read his autobiography "Yes I Can" when I was a teenager.
I'd also like to hear the Apostle Paul read from his writings.

I love the quote from the FBI, it sounds like a Spy Novel.

2008-11-06T22:59:45Z

"The next day, agents from the FBI and Secret Service came to the office and said, "You have a problem way bigger than what you understand ... you have been compromised, and a serious amount of files have been loaded off your system.""

Campaign computers hacked!

amigoid @ 2008-10-30T10:24:00

2008-10-30T16:30:56Z

Any of you guys remember Val Kilmer's movie Real Genius?

news.cnet.com/8301-11386_3-10068672-76.html

Science Fiction/Comedy meets reality. Finally.

And when you think about it, we are on track for the first phase tech of the Starfleet Battles universe.

OMG. Rocks fall, everyone dies.

2008-10-21T15:28:17Z

BWAHAHAHAH!

http://somehedgehog.livejournal.com/245807.html

G'wan... read it. Put down the drink first if you value your monitor.