tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197394492024-02-28T13:21:08.378-08:00Colin's BlogCollin Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19739449.post-61475951158536480752007-08-22T19:06:00.000-07:002007-08-22T19:07:37.575-07:00String Cheese. Totally Ripped From Wikipedia.Several different types of cheese are known as string cheese.<br /><br />Traditional Armenian string cheese is made with a white base. The type of milk used depends on local production methods. It includes black caraway seeds and a middle-eastern spice known as mahleb, and it comes in the form of a braided endless loop. The cheese forms strings because of the way it is pulled during processing. There is also Syrian cheese processed this way. Other cheeses are only cut and pressed, not pulled, and don't develop strings.<br /><br />A non-traditional but popular processed cheese product called "string cheese" is currently sold in the United States. This form of "string cheese" is roughly cylindrical, about 6 inches (15 cm) long and less than 1 inch (2 cm) in diameter. The cheese is cut and packaged, either individually or as a package of several lengths. The cheese product used is nearly always a form of mozzarella but may be another semi-soft cheese. This type of string cheese is eaten by pulling strips of cheese from the cylinder along its length and eating these strings. Due to the amount of processing, this processed form of string cheese is quite high in salt and hence is not recommended to be eaten in large quantities.Collin Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19739449.post-47848252199151919942007-07-31T13:01:00.000-07:002007-08-22T19:16:02.101-07:00Allen Ginsberg From "Howl" 1956I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,<br /><br />dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,<br /><br />angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to thestarry dynamo in the machinery of night,<br /><br />who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water fiats 'doating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,<br /><br />who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated,<br /><br />who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war,<br /><br />who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull,<br /><br />who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall,<br /><br />who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York,<br /><br />who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night,<br /><br />with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and cock and endless balls,<br /><br />incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the motionless world of Time between,<br /><br />Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops, storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn, ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind,<br /><br />who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine until the noise of wheels and children brought them down shuddering mouth-wracked and battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance in the drear light of Zoo,<br /><br />who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford's floated out and sat through the stale beer afternoon in desolate Fugazzi's, I listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox,<br /><br />who talked continuously seventy hours from park to pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brooklyn Bridge,<br /><br />a lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills off Empire State out of the moon, yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,<br /><br />whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement,<br /><br />who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,<br /><br />suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and migraines of China under junk-withdrawal in Newark's bleak furnished room,<br /><br />who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts,<br /><br />who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night,<br /><br />who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy and bop kaballa because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas,<br /><br />who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking visionary indian angels,<br /><br />who were visionary indian angels,<br /><br />who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural ecstasy,<br /><br />who jumped in limousines with the Chinaman of Oklahoma on the impulse of winter midnight streetlight smalltown rain,<br /><br />who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston seeking jazz or sex or soup, and followed the brilliant Spaniard to converse about America and Eternity, a hopeless task, and so took ship to Africa,<br /><br />who disappeared into the volcanoes of Mexico leaving behind nothing but the shadow of dungarees and the lava and ash of poetry scattered in fireplace Chicago,<br /><br />who reappeared on the West Coast investigating the E.B.I. in beards and shorts with big pacifist eyes sexy in their dark skin passing out incomprehensible leaflets,<br /><br />who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism,<br /><br />who distributed Supercommunist pamphlets in Union Square weeping and undressing while the sirens of Los Alamos wailed them down, and wailed down Wall, and the Staten Island ferry also wailed,<br /><br />who broke down crying in white gymnasiums naked and trembling before the machinery of other skeletons,<br /><br />who bit detectives in the neck and shrieked with delight in policecars for committing no crime but their own wild cooking pederasty and intoxication,<br /><br />who howled on their knees in the subway and were dragged off the roof waving genitals and manuscripts,<br /><br />who let themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly motorcyclists, and screamed with joy,<br /><br />who blew and were blown by those human seraphim, the sailors, caresses of Atlantic and Caribbean love,<br /><br />who balled in the morning in the evenings in rosegardens and the grass of public parks and cemeteries scattering their semen freely to whomever come who may,<br /><br />who hiccupped endlessly trying to giggle but wound up with a sob behind a partition in a Turkish Bath when the blonde & naked angel came to pierce them with a sword,<br /><br />who lost their loveboys to the three old shrews of fate the one eyed shrew of the heterosexual dollar the one eyed shrew that winks out of the womb and the one eyed shrew that does nothing but sit on her ass and snip the intellectual golden threads of the craftsman's loom,<br /><br />who copulated ecstatic and insatiate with a bottle of beer a sweetheart a package of cigarettes a candle and fell off the bed, and continued along the floor and down the hall and ended fainting on the wall with a vision of ultimate cunt and come eluding the last gyzym of consciousness,<br /><br />who sweetened the snatches of a million girls trembling in the sunset, and were red eyed in the morning but prepared to sweeten the snatch of the sunrise, flashing buttocks under barns and naked in the lake,<br /><br />who went out whoring through Colorado in myriad stolen night-cars, N.C., secret hero of these poems, cocksman and Adonis of Denver--joy to the memory of his innumerable lays of girls in empty lots & diner backyards, moviehouses rickety rows, on mountaintops in caves or with gaunt waitresses in familiar roadside lonely petticoat upliftings & especially secret gas-station solipsisms of johns, & hometown alleys too<br /><br />who faded out in vast sordid movies, were shifted in dreams, woke on a sudden Manhattan, and picked themselves up out of basements hungover with heartless Tokay and horrors of Third Avenue iron dreams & stumbled to unemployment offices,<br /><br />who walked all night with their shoes full of blood on the snowbank docks waiting for a door in the East River to open to a room full of steamheat and opium,<br /><br />who created great suicidal dramas on the apartment cliff-banks of the Hudson under the wartime blue floodlight of the moon & their heads shall be crowned with laurel in oblivion,<br /><br />who ate the lamb stew of the imagination or digested the crab at the muddy bottom of the rivers of Bowery,<br /><br />who wept at the romance of the streets with their pushcarts full of onions and bad music,<br /><br />who sat in boxes breathing in the darkness under the bridge, and rose up to build harpsichords in their lofts,<br /><br />who coughed on the sixth floor of Harlem crowned with flame under the tubercular sky surrounded by orange crates of theology,<br /><br />who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty incantations which in the yellow morning were stanzas of gibberish,<br /><br />who cooked rotten animals lung heart feet tail borsht & tortillas dreaming of the pure vegetable kingdom,<br /><br />who plunged themselves under meat trucks looking for an egg,<br /><br />who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot for Eternity outside of Time, & alarm clocks fell on their heads every day for the next decade,<br /><br />who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccessfully, gave up and were forced to open antique stores where they thought they were growing old and cried,<br /><br />who were burned alive in their innocent flannel suits on Madison Avenue amid blasts of leaden verse & the tanked-up clatter of the iron regiments of fashion & the nitroglycerine shrieks of the fairies of advertising & the mustard gas of sinister intelligent editors, or were run down by the drunken taxicabs of Absolute Reality,<br /><br />who jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge this actually happened and walked away unknown and forgotten into the ghostly daze of Chinatown soup alleyways & firetrucks, not even one free beer,<br /><br />who sang out of their windows in despair, fell out of the subway window, jumped in the filthy Passaic, leaped on negroes, cried all over the street, danced on broken wineglasses barefoot smashed phonograph records of nostalgic European 1930'S German jazz finished the whiskey and threw up groaning into the bloody toilet, moans in their ears and the blast of colossal steam-whistles,<br /><br />who barreled down the highways of the past journeying to each other's hotrod-Golgotha jail-solitude watch or Birmingham jazz incarnation,<br /><br />who drove crosscountry seventytwo hours to find out if I had a vision or you had a vision or he had a vision to find out Eternity.<br /><br />who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who came back to Denver & waited in vain, who watched over Denver & brooded & loned in Denver and finally went away to find out the Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes,<br /><br />who fell on their knees in hopeless cathedrals praying for each other's salvation and light and breasts, until the soul illuminated its hair for a second,<br /><br />who crashed through their minds in jail waiting for impossible criminals with golden heads and the charm of reality in their hearts who sang sweet blues to Alcatraz,<br /><br />who retired to Mexico to cultivate a habit, or Rocky Mount to tender Buddhas or Tangiers to boys or Southern Pacific to the black locomotive' or Harvard to Narcissus to Woodlawn to the daisy-chain or grave,<br /><br />who demanded sanity trials accusing the radio of hypnotism & were left with their insanity & their hands & a hung jury,<br /><br />who threw potato salad at CCNY lecturers on Dadaism and subsequently presented themselves on the granite steps of the madhouse with shaven heads and harlequin speech of suicide, demanding instantaneous lobotomy,<br /><br />and who were given instead the concrete void of insulin metrasol electricity hydrotherapy psychotherapy occupational therapy pingpong & amnesia,<br /><br />who in humorless protest overturned only one symbolic pingpong table, resting briefly in catatonia,<br /><br />returning years later truly bald except for a wig of blood, and tears and fingers, to the visible madman doom of the wards of the madtowns of the East,<br /><br />Pilgrim State's Rockland's and Greystone's foetid halls, bickering with the echoes of the soul, rocking and rolling in the midnight solitude-bench dolmen-realms of love, dream of life a nightmare, bodies turned to stone as heavy as the moon,<br /><br />with mother finally * * * * * *, and the last fantastic book flung out of the tenement window, and the last door closed at 4 AM and the last telephone slammed at the wall in reply and the last furnished room emptied down to the last piece of mental furniture, a yellow paper rose twisted on a wire hanger in the closet, and even that imaginary, nothing but a hopeful little bit of hallucination--<br /><br />ah, Carl, while you are not safe I am not safe, and now you're really in the total animal soup of time--<br /><br />and who therefore ran through the icy streets obsessed with a sudden flash of the alchemy of the use of the ellipse the catalog the meter & the vibrating plane,<br /><br />who dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Space through images juxtaposed, and trapped the archangel of the soul between 2 visual images and joined the elemental verbs and set the noun and dash of consciousness together jumping with sensation of Pater Omnipotens Aeterna Deus<br /><br />to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human prose and stand before you speechless and intelligent and shaking with shame, rejected yet confessing out the soul to conform to the rhythm of thought in his naked and endless head,<br /><br />the madman bum and angel beat in Time, unknown, yet putting down here what might be left to say in time come after death,<br /><br />and rose reincarnate in the ghostly clothes of jazz in the goldhorn shadow of the band and blew the suffering of America's naked mind for love into an eli eli lamma lamma sabacthani saxophone cry that shivered the cities down to the last radio<br /><br />with the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered out of their own bodies good to eat a thousand years.Collin Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19739449.post-81201081186546242152007-07-31T09:30:00.000-07:002007-07-31T09:31:34.466-07:00I am a writer......a writer without inspiration...<br /><br />...floating in a sea of helplessness...<br /><br />...forlorn and forgotten...Collin Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19739449.post-46813602633755140312007-07-30T13:36:00.000-07:002007-07-30T13:40:46.054-07:00Well...I am currently sitting here on my couch... It is 4:37pm EST... and I have nothing to do until the 7:00 John Mayer concert.<br /><br />And then I realized... Reality is an Illusion... and Illusions are Reality.<br /><br />And that kind of freaked me out... so I went searching on <a href="http://www.youtube.com/">YOUTUBE</a> and saw this video which proves what I just said:<br /><br /><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QbKw0_v2clo"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QbKw0_v2clo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />I just thought I would share that... It still boggles my mind as I try to see it the "correct" way.Collin Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19739449.post-89622989200754705252007-07-30T13:02:00.000-07:002007-07-30T13:12:46.994-07:00Audacity Input Error In Ubuntu 7.04Hello Again:<br /><br />Input errors in Audacity... What a pain in the neck, right?<br /><br />Wrong.<br /><br />I found a simple and easy way to use Audacity without all of the input errors and messing around in the preferences.<br /><br />If you have recieved an error such as...<br /><br />"Error while opening sound device. Please check the input device settings and the project sample rate."<br /><br />...then there really is no problem at all.<br /><br />All you have to do is open up your terminal and type:<br /><br />#strace -o aud.trc audacity<br /><br />It should work fine... and your problem is solved.<br /><br />Thanks For Reading.Collin Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19739449.post-1176159242411920712007-04-09T15:52:00.000-07:002007-04-09T15:54:02.420-07:00It's Been A WhileHello Everyone.<br /><br />So it's been a while since my last post.<br /><br />I remember back when my intentions were just a tutorial-based blog to teach people HTML and DOS commands.<br /><br />I think I want to move in a new direction... I'm still deciding.<br /><br />More to come later!Collin Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19739449.post-1154417181859945192006-08-01T00:25:00.000-07:002006-08-01T00:26:21.876-07:00MacOS+WindowsXP=??<div class="main"> <p>Alright, according to an article on digg.com:</p> <p><strong>Only a week ago, Apple Computer released what seemed like an astonishing piece of software called Boot Camp. This program radically rewrote the rules of Macintosh-Windows warfare–by letting you run Windows XP on a Macintosh at full speed.</strong></p> <p>Alright, this leads to a big question. To quote Risky Business, “Sometimes you’ve just got to say ‘What the fuck?”. (I know in Risky Business it was a statement, not a question, but if you want to argue about that, get off of my site. So, where were we? Ah yes, what the fuck Macintosh? Is this some kind of pathetic cry for help? First, a couple months ago you start using Intel processors in your better computers, and now your making it so that your customers can all run XP on their Mac boxes. Uh-huh. Just go buy a freakin’ PC people. Theres no reason to get a Mac for personal use usually. It’s not the same thing as using a program in XP to run Linux, because both are fairly good OS’s.( Yes Windows is good. You can be good and evil at the same time.) So yea, I think that the Apple Corporation just lost a lot of respect. At least from me. If your going to be a totally unique OS, like MacOS, then dont make programs that compromise this. </p> </div>Collin Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19739449.post-1152599158589251432006-07-10T23:25:00.000-07:002006-07-10T23:25:58.600-07:00Wi-Fi Digital HotSpotterThis thing is amazing! I just found this on <a href="http://www.thinkgeek.com/">Think Geek</a>. The entire purpose of this small keychain-sized device is to detect WiFi networks. Here is an excerpt from the description found <a href="http://www.thinkgeek.com/gadgets/electronic/7374/">here</a>:<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> Your typical WiFi detector will only show the presence of a signal and relative signal strength. This Wi-Fi Digital Hotspotter, from Canary Wireless, has a 12-character LCD that provides information on signal availability and strength as well as essential network information, including SSID, security status and channel. When multiple networks are present the LCD will allow you to scroll through information for each network.</span><br /><br />I can only imagine what fun this would be. I think as soon as I get 60 dollars, I'll get one of these.Collin Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19739449.post-1152590346532424972006-07-10T20:54:00.000-07:002006-07-10T20:59:06.543-07:00Wireless Connection Failing You?I have heard several complaints in the past couple days about people havign trouble maintaining their wireless connection while using a Linksys Wireless Router. So I went to the Linksys website and found this gem for a WRT54G router, but I am assuming it works on all Linksys routers the same.<br /><br /><br />"If your wireless signal is intermittent, then you are most likely you are<br />experiencing 2.4 GHz interference. You will need to try switching channels<br />and changing the SSI D on your WRT54G. The best channels are 1, 6 and 11. To<br />switch channels:<br /><br />1. Using a computer that is plugged into the router directly with a<br />network cable, open a web browser.<br /><br />2. In the Address Bar type <a rel="nofollow" href="http://192.168.1.1/" target="_blank">http://192.168.1.1</a> and press Enter.<br /><br />3. A box should appear asking for a User Name and a Password.<br />Leave the User Name field empty, and type your WRT54G router password into<br />the Password field (the default Password is admin) and click the OK<br />button or press [Enter].<br /><br />4. The WRT54G Setup page should now appear. Click onto the Wireless<br />page.<br /><br />5. When the Wireless†page loads, you should be on the Basic Wireless<br />Settings sub-section.<br /><br />6. Look for the Wireless Channel†option. The default channel is set<br />to “6 - 2.437GHz. Change it to either 1 - 2.412GHz, or 11 - 2.462GHz.<br /><br />7. Click on the Save Settings button toward the bottom of the page to<br />save changes. Click Continue when prompted to reload the page.<br /><br />8. The channel of your WRT54G has now been changed. Restart your<br />wireless computers so that they can automatically connect using the new<br />channel.<br /><br />9. If you still experiencing interference using channels 1, 6, or 11,<br />try switching the router to the other channels as well (2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9,<br />10) and find one that captures a good connection".Collin Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19739449.post-1152299636284927012006-07-07T11:59:00.000-07:002006-07-07T12:13:56.303-07:00Internet Explorer Beta 3I downloaded <a href="http://www.microsoft.com/downloads/details.aspx?FamilyID=4c1a8fbe-fb6a-47ac-867d-bb1f17e477ee&displaylang=en">Internet Explorer Beta 3</a> yesterday, and...i am ashamed to say...I like it.<br /><br />Haha, Microsoft has apparently taken the hint that people are flocking to the versatility of <a href="http://www.mozilla.com/firefox/">Mozilla Firefox</a> because IE Beta 3 looks and feels a lot like Mozilla Firefox, except for the traditional box-iness that is IE.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/663/1960/1600/IEbeta3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/663/1960/320/IEbeta3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Collin Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19739449.post-1145082519445743382006-04-14T23:22:00.000-07:002006-04-14T23:33:57.180-07:00HTML:Alright, a lot of people are using sites such as MySpace, and this requires a certain competancy at HTML. HTML codes use tags, there's a beginning tag <b> and an end tag </b><br /><br />Here are some basic html commands:<br /><br /><b>: makes text bold <b>bold text</b><br /><u>: makes text underlined <u>underlined text</u><br /><i>: makes text italic <i>italic text</i><br /><a>: makes a link <a href="http://www.websitetobevisited.com">hyperlink text</a><br /><img src="">: Displays an image <img src="Link to image" /><br /><p>: makes a new paragraph;<br /><br>: makes a line break<br /><bgcolor>: changes background color<br /><text>:changes text color<br /><br />This is all pretty straightforward, I'll make a more advanced tutorial with codes that are more "fun" per se.<br /><br />'Till next time...Collin Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19739449.post-1145079845227428742006-04-14T22:23:00.000-07:002006-07-10T20:28:21.646-07:00Make Windows XP Run Faster:In WindowsXP, as in other versions of Windows, you can make Windows run faster using the MSConfig Utility. This utility can be used to stop programs from starting when Windows boots. You can stop spyware, adware, and unwanted programs by doing the following:<br /><br />To access this utility Click Start(Fig.1)>Run>type "msconfig"(Fig.2)<br /><br />Then click the tab that says Startup. unselect all the checked boxes.(Fig.3) I suggest not unselecting things such as Norton Antivirus or Mcafee Antivirus.<br /><br /><br />Fig.1:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/663/1960/1600/blog1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/663/1960/320/blog1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Fig.2:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/663/1960/1600/blog2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/663/1960/320/blog2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Fig.3:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/663/1960/1600/blog3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/663/1960/320/blog3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />If you get an error such as this,</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/663/1960/1600/untitled.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/663/1960/400/untitled.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />then you need Administrator privileges to access the MSConfig Utility. Talk to your System Administrator about that.</span>Collin Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19739449.post-1144818166288862392006-04-11T22:02:00.000-07:002006-04-11T22:02:46.303-07:00The best geek quiz:Check it out:<br />http://www.innergeek.us/geek-test.htmlCollin Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19739449.post-1144816517307090732006-04-11T21:33:00.000-07:002006-07-10T21:05:12.870-07:002600I have to tell you all about the magazine 2600. This magazine, called "The Hacker Quarterly" is extremely informative, even to non-hackers.<br /><br />So if you are interested, visit www.2600.org or go to your local Barnes&Noble or Borders.Collin Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19739449.post-1144816280700480232006-04-11T21:26:00.000-07:002006-04-11T21:31:20.710-07:00WowSo, it's been a while. I've cut down on my computers, getting rid of the one without a modem/HDD/memory. Yea it was pretty much an antique motherboard with a case. Haha.<br /><br />So yea, I gave up on the server idea, and I've gotten more into programming again. w00t.<br /><br />I've pretty much got HTML down, as well as a few of the BASIC languages. Now im trying to learn C++, notice the word "trying". Haha.<br /><br />Well I'm out for now,<br />ColinCollin Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19739449.post-1137550568865324722006-01-17T18:12:00.000-08:002006-01-17T18:16:08.873-08:00Server!!heyy everyone, its been a while since ive updated my blog, but im hoping to update it more often now. =D<br /><br />I'd just like to let people know, im making a webserver. I kinda started this because i was bored one day haha. Yea, it will be running Centos soon...maybe? haha it currently has ubuntu server, but i think im going to change it over to a centos minimal install. <br /><br />wish me luck =P<br /><br />-ColinCollin Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19739449.post-1134282201722788212005-12-10T22:18:00.000-08:002005-12-10T22:38:50.910-08:00Telnet...Heres one of the few topics where I have a vague knowledge of something...<br /><br />I have been hearing lately about people trying to use telnet to access websites. This isn't going to work, Telnet is a program used to gain remote administrator access to a computer.<br /><br />Telnet uses a computers ports to connect to the machine. The default telnet port is 23. First we will need to get to the telnet screen. The easiest way to do this is to go to the command prompt by clicking Start->Run->type "command" or "cmd"(if in WinXP). When you get to the command prompt you should see this:<br /><br />C:\>_<br /><br />There may be more folders such as:<br /><br />C:\Documents and Settings\Colin>_<br /><br />It will still work.<br /><br /><br />At the prompt type telnet iraq.org...<br /><br />C:\>telnet iraq.org<br /><br />...and hit enter. You should see:<br /><br />--------------------------<br />FreeBSD/i386 (arabinfo.org) (ttyp0)<br /><br />login:_<br /><br />As you can probably guess, you cant log in if you dont know the username and password.<br />Say we did know the username and password, we would type them in, and we would get command prompt access to the computer. This allows you to install/uninstall software, run programs, and do pretty much anything you can do at a MS-DOS command prompt.<br /><br />You can do this entire process from the bash prompt in linux, but I'm not as familiar with linux as I am with Windows.<br /><br />This was a very basic telnet tutorial, but as it is 1:36am, I am exhausted and I don't want to type a whole lot. You can get more information about telnet by typing "telnet /?" at the command prompt.<br /><br />have fun,<br />ColinCollin Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19739449.post-1134281916765164102005-12-10T22:13:00.000-08:002005-12-10T22:18:36.773-08:00Some of my interests....Hello again...I decided to share some of my interests. Well I am interested in computer security, I'm not a hacker by any stretch of the imagination, but I do find it facinating. Phreaking is interesting, not very practical though. One thing I do like a lot is vintage computers. I use the term vintage because piece of crap just doesnt sound very cool. But I love to take apart old computers and put them back together. I love linux distros and I really dislike Windows. :-P Now you know me just a little better, and soon I will have something to say that is actually interesting haha.<br /><br />-ColinCollin Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19739449.post-1134194223943149172005-12-09T21:41:00.000-08:002005-12-09T21:57:03.950-08:00A Little Background...I decided that to fully understand this blog, you should understand a little about me. :-P My name is Colin, as you know, and I'm 16 years old. I love computers and pretty much anything technological. I enjoy repairing computers and writing some small programs in the basic languages. Im working on getting my A+ Certification and hopefully soon I will get my MCSE Certification. I like vintage computers the best, but i have all kinds of computers at my house.<br /><br />MY EQUIPMENT:<br />I have quite a few parts and computers....im not going to write the amounts of RAM or HDD space because it fluctuates quite frequently...<br /><br /><ul> <li>Dell Dimension 4500 running WinXP<br /> </li> <li>eMachines PC running Win98</li> <li>Gateway Solo 1100 Notebook running Win98SE sometimes, RedHat sometimes, and WinMe sometimes...depends on the day haha, and theyre not multi-booted. :-P</li> <li>IBM Thinkpad 755CD (first IBM laptop with a CD drive :-P) running Win95</li> <li>A few hundred CD's including several versions of WIndows and around 15 or 20 Linux Distros</li> <li>Hundreds of small parts and gadgets that I will hopefully use someday...</li> <li>I have a Cable Internet connection...not sure of the speed, but I think its around 3Mbps</li> </ul><br />I also havve a few old computers that are in pieces because I used them for parts, but they dont count. :-P Thats all for now...<br /><br />-ColinCollin Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19739449.post-1134191548137256452005-12-09T21:10:00.000-08:002005-12-09T21:12:28.146-08:00My First PostHello everyone, this is Colin. This will probably be a mostly technological blog, but I will probably get random at times and make a post about anything :-P So, if you actually came to my blog and are reading this...thank you :-D<br /><br />-ColinCollin Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945noreply@blogger.com0