Winds

So naturally windstorms are now also scary. Good lord. What’s next, dinnertime?

At least he’s not scared of shadows like Snickers (some friends’ dog) used to be!

Hoo boy, full-on ninety-pound dog sitting on my lap while I sit at the computer attempting to type. Don’t eat the doorframe this time, buster.

He demolished the door to his kennel last time this was happening. Since then we bought a huge cage which he recognizes and does not like (presumably from his shelter days) but which does not suffer from the design flaws that allowed him to break out of the kennel. The AIRLINE APPROVED kennel. Good thing we didn’t ever try to fly him anywhere.

We have these tranqs that work OK but they take an hour or two to metabolize. And there’s controversy about what they do, exactly – it’s acepromazine, and although it’s been used as an anti-anxiety treatment in animals and humans, it actually effects only the physical expressions of anxiety. So it’s thought that there may be a potential to increase anxiety trauma by actually increasing negative conditioning in association with anxiety-producing stimuli.

So I try to avoid it unless it seems clear he’s going to hurt himself, like by trying to eat lumber, or for example if we have to cage him or leave him alone in the house and he’s really fighting it. When he broke out of the kennel he bent the doorframe by pulling on it with his teeth and managed to hurt himself to the point he was bleeding from his mouth and paws.

I bundled him into his thunder shirt but of course he’s still freaked out.

Looking out at my yard, I notice part of my neighbor’s fence has blown down. Naturally, this fence is technically on my land, which means, I suppose, it’s actually mine and my maintenance responsibility. I foolishly gave my former neighbor Josh permission to site his posts on our side of the property line, and he quite reasonably set up the fence with the facing to his side of the line. After he sold the house shortly afterward I realized what he’d done – he installed and paid for a fence that is actually now in part my maintenance responsibility, although the finished side faces his yard.

I actually helped him build the retaining wall that made it most practical to put the fenceposts on my side of the line, too. Grr.

Leaving and taking it with you

Another MT export struggle narrative:

Movable Type to WordPress: A migration slightly less painful than the Trail of Tears – Makeworthy Media

So here’s where I’m at. The Ex Ratione command-line script seemed like the way to go after noting that the in-MT export tool produced a consistent truncated output, cutting off at blog entry 1249.

However, my hosting service doesn’t provide shell access (grr) and running the script via cron produced an empty file, probably as a result of their security settings. Their support group was able to run it directly and it produced exported output. Yay!

Except the output was just the same as the output produced using MT’s native export tool. Boo.

So there’s more banging to do.

Truncation

Aargh, exporting from MT times out – on an entry from *2004*.

Here is another fellow’s walk in the park. He at least figured out how to run a perlscript against MT directly – I am somewhat skeptical I will be able to implement that based on the non-console hosting I run this on.

I suppose a line to support might not be a bad idea.

T-shirt

All week the dog has been having thunder fright, and he is observably reacting to thunder generated as far away as 200 miles distant. This could really be a problem!

On the other hand, it’s also interesting as it provides a mechanism for the observed dog-based early-warning earthquake alert system. Getting him in his thundershirt clearly helps. He also seems to like having the harness on. It’s somewhat amusing how he reacts with the harness on when I have to pull out a leash to keep him out from underfoot in the kitchen during these fear times – he’s scared out of his mind and unable to obey verbal commands but he sees the leash and starts wagging his tail because “walk!” apparently.

Viv ended up going to California on her own after Logan’s apparent injury while I stayed here trying to work through what to do about it. I noted it here in a one-sentence entry on the day it happened.

Here’s what I wrote about it on August 2 in an email to family and neighbors:

Logan came down from a ball toss a week ago today with a yip. We were concerned as when this had happened to Rocket it was bone cancer and both expensive and futile to stem the tide via surgery.

On Monday, we took him to Value (up on 99 in Shoreline) because we are dissatisfied with the cost of Northgate Vet, the provider who took care of Rocket during his illness. The quality of care there is great but our annuals + shots this year for the dog and the cat came out to $800, and that’s just too much, even if it’s market rate for Seattle, something I am not yet convinced of.

They diagnosed a CCL tear, the canine equivalent of an ACL tear in humans, and suggested surgery to the tune of $2.2k, later corrected in estimate to $2.6k. Interim treatment was anti inflammatories and pain meds. Overnight Monday he was whiny and wanting the meds.

By Tuesday, after the meds were metabolized and worn off, he displayed no further evident pain and we scheduled a second-opinion visit with Northgate (who, on the phone, were audibly sniffy that we’d gone to Value). That visit went well in terms of quality of care but less so in terms of diagnosis, and they confirmed the CCL tear diagnosis and seconded surgery.

Looking into this, it seems that lab-like dogs have a high rate of this, like over 70% of older lab-like dogs will experience this injury. Surgery is indicated because they compensate by shifting the work to the other leg, which then also has the same injury, leading to a situation where both legs need surgery at the same time.

Pre-surgical care involves activity restriction: no running, jumping or climbing. There is no way into our house without a full flight of stairs.

I built a 14 foot ramp on Tuesday. He doesn’t want to use it and it’s too steep if I put it all the way to the head of the stairs. I figure something is better than nothing and have been training him on it with a partial coverage tilt. He’s accepting of it.

All of that said, he shows no interest in activity restriction at all, and if we had waited a day to go to the doctor would not have built a ramp or changed travel plans.

I had a long conversation with the diagnosing doc and she endorses my proposed view that keeping the dog in the car for six days (three days down and back to Laguna Beach) constitutes acceptable activity restriction.

Since we had to make a snap decision about Viv’s travel, she bought a plane ticket on Monday and left on Saturday as previously scheduled. If I drive, we think she’ll just drive back with me.

So at the moment, I’m exploring dog sitters but expecting to leave on Tuesday with the dog. It’s important within Viv’s family to get the dog to California due to advancing Alzheimers. My own view is that he should stay here, and so should I.

A bit later I reiterated in an email conversation with an interested party.

We took him in the day after he yipped and he was diagnosed with this (apparently extremely common in his size and breed) injury. We went to Value up in Shoreline partly because we are dissatisfied with the cost of Northgate and partly because it’s walk-in and we could just get him looked at immediately.

They did not do x-rays or sedation. They diagnosed CCL tear and provided a surgery estimate of about 2.2k later corrected to 2.6k. We were concerned about the lack of x-rays (which were included in the surgery estimate). They explained that since their orientation is to minimize consumer expense, they did not want to do it unless required (as for surgery). They provided us with anti-inflammatories and pain meds (Tramadol). We only gave him the meds on Monday night; he was audibly whimpering. The next day he did not appear to feel bad or to favor the leg at all and we decided to defer meds.

The next steps would be either or both x-rays and a sedated exam. The determination of need for a sedated exam is the dog acting defensive or pained during a non-sedated exam, where the vet is manipulating the leg bones to check for a diagnostic mobility indicating damage to the ligament.

We then went to Northgate for a second opinion despite our desire to move on. They confirmed the diagnosis based on a defensive reaction in a non-sedated exam and performed a non-sedated X-ray that was inconclusive but which did NOT show characteristic bone damage that can occur from an injury of this nature. It was not clear to me if the damage they were looking for was something that was common in a fresh injury of this nature or if it was more along the lines of a long-term consequence of an untreated injury of this nature.

By the day we got him in, he was not exhibiting any apparent symptoms and was instead exhibiting impatience with his activity restriction. This behavior has increased since his Northgate appointment.

Nothgate gave us a surgical estimate and has requested a second non-sedated exam as well as a possibility of a sedated exam. Their surgical estimate was 4.8k. They will not negotiate on price. The (second) doc there who requested another non-sedated exam sounded totally flabbergasted that Logan is not displaying any notable symptoms and that we had not been using meds. He is clearly suspicious of his employee doctor’s diagnosis.

The orientation to surgery for this injury is because there is a possibility an animal who has developed this condition will shift the workload to the other leg and require surgery on both legs at the same time or in close succession, depriving the animal of independent mobility for upward of two months. Obviously this is a concern for a dog of Logan’s size, especially in conduction with our home’s architecture, which requires him to use a full story staircase in order to go to the bathroom.

Currently, we do not want to go to Northgate for another round of expensive examinations when we know we will not be using them as a surgical provider. I am concerned that if I take him to yet another vet and tell this whole story they will immediately diagnose for surgery despite what I perceive to be no symptoms. If we had not taken him in the day after his surgery, I don’t think we would have taken him in at all, although his whining overnight that night challenges this assumption on my part.

So we are still deciding what to do. My preference is to maintain activity restriction for another month or so and then assess. I think this response is exactly what the vets are trying to prevent on the assumption it will cause a dual simultaneous injury.

Since these were written he has continued to display no apparent symptoms and to prefer using the stairs over the ramp. The game plan at present is to keep him on activity restriction for 3 months and to gradually reintroduce daily walks and moderate ball tossing. We have reduced his food slightly.

Interestingly (well, to me) even though our daily walks were only about a mile long and I have been relatively consistent in running 2 two four miles a day recently I am clearly gaining a little bit of weight back, up to 165-167 from 160 at the time of my tendinosis. My BP is up as well. I’m not really sure I can attribute this to missing a mile of low-impact activity, though.

Thunder and missed swings

Today I had decided to go to the Mariners’ 12:40 start by bus, which ideally had me out the door here around 11:30 at the latest. At 10:30 Logan started freaking out, acting like there was thunder in the area.

Viv and I had a text exchange:

M: dog just acted like thunder is happening
V: hmm he probably hears it when we cant
yup Thunder in Tacoma
M: yah radio sez t-storms possible
looks like a system coming in over aberdeen / oly headed north
http://www.lightningmaps.org/realtime
map shows a strike at the Narrows bridge

After that, things got out of hand.

M: dog out of control
broke out of crate
V: why is he on the crate?!
M: because he is out of control

After he broke out of an airline-approved transport crate I attempted to take a shower, by now realizing it was unlikely I could go to the game. I had given him tranquilizers which are intended to minimize stress reactions to the thunder sounds, but they have a one to two hour metabolization timetable.

I had to physically toss him out of the bathroom to keep him out of the shower.

M: thunder
won’t stay on ground, jumping up and down everywhere
i gave hm meds
thundershirt seems helpful
V: check his paws make sure he didnt injure them
M: he wanted the harness too
like fucking wrestling a goddamn fucking bear

After the shower, I saw what he had done trying to get through the door.

M: too mad to fucking touch him
if he didn’t injure them in the crate he sure as hell did now
fucking ASSHOLE
sent a pic, for some reason it looks like it isn’t reaching you
he destroyed a huge chunk of trim at the bathroom door while I was showering
I had to lock him out because he wanted to be in the shower with me and as I noted earlier he was flailing at me with claws trying to climb on me
he only stopped after presumably getting a decent splinter, there’s a little blood.
he was bleeding in his mouth after the crate
arrrrrrrrrrrrghgh;DJKW p9t7fe2pt87e2 t8[9
ASSHOLE

Anyway, he shredded about half of the door threshold or frame to the bath. I did not note any bleeding wounds or obvious limping. Given that he was on tranquilizers, that means little.

I power sanded the door frame to minimize the potential for more splinters in nether regions and so forth. By now I was extremely angry, but happily for all involved the thunderstorm petered out. I got the dog on the couch and figured I might as well turn on the fucking ballgame I was fucking missing after fucking all.

It looked decent enough at first, a pitchers’ battle with my favorite pitcher, Hisashi Iwakuma, on the mound for the M’s. At some point I noticed that he was performing very will while still struggling with command – I suppose around the first walk, I think in the third inning. I did this and that around the house while keeping tabs on the game, kind of actually trying not to think about it so I wouldn’t be grumpy about doing the right, grown-up, responsible thing. This of course failed.

Eventually by around the seventh (two more walks, no hits, no runs) I started paying closer attention. The broadcasters were talking about how this might be his best game ever with the Ms (at that point, not true – he threw a 13k game in his first appearance here after taking bereavement to leave to say goodbye to his dying father in Japan in July 2012, a game I was deeply privileged to witness) and avoiding pointing out that even with three walks, it was a no-hitter.

He was both efficient and fighting control issues for the rest of the game. In the end, He pulled it off, with 116 pitches, coming after a near complete game in his last stint with well over 100 pitches at Minnesota last week.

Over these three innings I was texting with my buddy Ken and increasingly grouchy that I had not gone. When the game was over, I actually cried. The tears were a mix of frustration about not being present for the game in the stadium and grief for Tohuku province, the location of Sendai and the center of the terrible earthquake five years ago that impelled my interest in baseball via the unlikely exercise of assiduously following the fortunes of the Sendai-based Tohuku Rakuten Eagles, Iwakuma’s last team in the NPB before he joined the MLB.

His presence on the Mariners very specifically has prompted my interest in the team, and this year, when he was injured, I had a hard time staying interested in the Ms.

I pushed for naming the dog Kuma, but he told us what his name was. I did the right thing by staying home with the dog. I’ll always regret it.

Cable

Came back from picking Viv up at the airport to find a neighbor’s delivery truck had popped the cable-company line to our house. Since we haven’t used cable services since we bought the house it was mostly a hassle in figuring out how to deal with the line in the road.

The original install had routed the house-side stay around a telephone line that appears to have been routed under our vintage vinyl siding, so I had a tiny cardiac moment in fear our DSL and land line were out, but they proved to be fine.

The real hassle started when I tried to get ahold of someone at Comcast (er, Xfinity) to report the downed line so that they would come and get it. There was no way to interface directly with Seattle-local CSRs, and the offshored CSRs could not file a report unless I had a customer number. I just hung up on the nice Ukranian lady who was telling me this in the middle of her family’s night.

I hopped in the car and drove up to the cable offices, not too far away, where I took a number and waited for forty minutes for a two-sentence interaction with the in-person CSR. She told me unambiguously that the downed line was being reported and that a technician would take care of it.

The interaction was so short I was not sure if she had even actually recorded my contact information, so after I got home I called Seattle City Light and discussed things with them too. I ended up filing a ticket with them as well, although the phone rep there said she thought SOP would be that the City truck would come by, the dudes in the truck would verify that it was not a City line, and that would be the end of it.

Instead, the City truck rolled up just after five and the dug in the truck was awesomely helpful and immediately took the line off just below the hanging lines on the pole. We joked about copper theft and in the end decided against putting a sign on the cable advertising it as free.

A few minutes later, a Comcast truck actually showed up! The cable guy was bemused but not unhappy that the City had already taken care of it.

Sadly I had to miss going to see Bill Vollmann read from his latest, “The Dying Grass.” Viv was not ready to eat when she normally is and felt her blood sugar was running high, so I just waited it out before serving. Unfortunately, that meant we did not finish eating until seven, when the event was slated to begin in downtown Seattle. There was no realistic way to expect being able to arrive there before seven-thirty and of course parking is another matter entirely.

The phone rang three times yesterday when I was unable to get to it and as it rang I knew it was Bill; it rang once more today at five or so and again I was unable to reach it. So I suppose I’ll drop a quick note. I am genuinely bummed about missing the reading.

Noted

Continuing the theme of entertainment hardware failure, I experimentally fired up the Dumpsterama on Thursday and found to my sadness that the projector appears to have failed.

Naturally, I posted to AVSForum.

Today, trying to work through some configurations for the sake of completeness, a weird image which appears to be native to the projector partially displayed on the screen. The device seems hosed but shows signs of life. Given that crappy consumer projectors are at $100 on Amazon it seems foolish to spend much time worrying about something I rarely use. Undoutedly I will continue to do so.

Here are the AVSForum posts, and below them a link to a community with lots and lots of LP350 hacks. I suppose I should pick up on the Epson 76c too while I’m at it.

InFocus LP350 weirdness

Hi all – I know this projector is practically stone-age by now, but I love keeping old stuff running as long as possible. Anyway, I had this set up and operating for a few years sharing inputs between an S-video out pre-HD DVD player and an HDMI-out ATV2. It worked with both inputs just fine (up to a point – the ATV2 enforces HDCP on some media and the projector predates HDCP, which is another tale). Our use patterns changed and it’s been hanging from the ceiling unused for a couple of years. Today I got a wild hair and hooked it up to a PC running Win 7 with both onboard VGA/HDMI out and a GTX 470 with dual DVI.

Windows recognizes the projector when it is attached to the HDMI out. I did not get as far as testing the 470 DVI connection due to some oddities.

First, I did not note any visible startup screen. I didn’t think anything of this as the machine always powers on with the lamp running quite dimly and since I was shuffling cables around I wanted the room illuminated.

Second, I was only able to note the menu displaying for a brief instant before I had set the focus.

Third, after realizing there was clearly something going on with the projector, I was able to get it to display the HDMI out at the correct and expected resolution of 1024×768 – but again, just for a couple of seconds, and the display went blank.

The bulb illuminates. It does not appear to be reaching full brightness. The output on the projection screen is a bordered square of indeterminate color. If I look directly into the projection beam and sweep my eyes across it, I can see the rainbow shifts associated with the display technology of this era.

The bulb was replaced some time ago after the typical series of bulb failures associated with this model. The last time I had occasion to check the use hours on the bulb, it was along the lines of 20 at the most.

The keypad appears to be operating correctly, with the standby button placing the unit in standby and waking it, the menu button illuminating the menu navigation keys (and as glimpsed the menu proper).

I am stumped. I have attempted a bulb-timer reset. What the heck is going on here?

Second post in-thread:

Continuing to mess around with the projector. I hooked up an old VCR to the RCA S-in and started running a tape just to see if I could get anything. Yesterday late and at first power-on today I noticed a faint black bar appearing across the projection area, something like the frame gap that would occasionally occur in non-digital broadcast days if your reception was slightly out of sync. The bar appears in different locations each time the projector comes out of standby. After one of the standbys I noticed the the bulb flickering more than usual, accompanied by some faint clicks, and then it began to ramp up to normal brightness.

A bar began to appear at the top of the screen, but bright white with a black stippled pattern. After it stabilized, it appeared to be the top eighth or so of a bitmapped image which looked somewhat like it might have been originally taken from a 19th century anatomy text or equally possibly a 1980s punk rock poster. There was a strange form on the left of the image which resembled a large-mammal rib and in the center there was a form which seemed possibly to be the top of a drawing of a person’s head. However it was objectively impossible to identify the subjects of the image as there was simply not enough shown on screen.

The image was a 2-bit bitmap with characteristic gridlike dithering, very closely resembling the sort of thing one might have drawn in the mid 1980s with MacPaint or a similar 2-bit graphics program. The image was displayed on screen regardless of the inputs connected to the projector, so my operating assumption is that it is an image stored in the device’s ROM or equivalent and used in assembly testing and verification at component assembly.

It was also reminiscent of cracker credit screens and the like seen on warez or malicious virus incidents. I don’t think I have ever attempted to use the device’s USB interoperability features. I don’t really think it’s too likely that there’s a virus in the machine, the image just sort of resembled that kind of thing.

Since noting the image I have standby-cycled the projector several times and the image has not recurred. I did take a couple of pictures with my cell phone so I will try to make them accessible here in time.

DIY Audio search results for LP350.