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This is a disclaimer for the general commentary that comprises this weblog.
Rule #1. Not everything you read on the Internet is true.
I do not need a disclaimer. I am in life many things: a husband, an engineer, an occasional son and sibling, a motorist, inventor, or even, but not exclusively, a rabid gun nut. As it happens, I have also had lots of head traumas. Make of that what you wish. But this is my life, as I live it, and what I do here is chronicle things for other people who like to keep track of what I do because they care about me in some way–some people want to confirm that I'm still neck-deep in manure, while others want to see that I'm cheerful and it's all daisies here. I don't need to explain to some busy-body human resources person reading this that yes, I own firearms, and yes, I have a carry permit, and yes, I follow those laws. I do not need a disclaimer.
But I also keep this as a record for myself, as I find it hard to recall many things I've said, why I've said them, and to whom I've said them. It's unfortunate, but this is an easy format, and I can always point back to it and say to somebody "look, I was an idiot back then, and I'm still an idiot now, for the same reason." (sometimes, I am actually less of an idiot)
Some people will disagree with what is written here. I should hope so. If my life were entirely without conflict, I would be bored to tears. I'd be on the beach at Ka‘ena Point every day and watching the stars on Mauna Kea every night, but I'd be bored stupid. So of course people are going to disagree with something I've said. If you really want to yell at me about it, send me an email. I am usually happy to talk to people, even angry small-minded people. But consider also that it's possible that this is my perception of the way things happened, and it is actually possible that my recollection of what happened is correct.
I used to describe the amount of content expected here. Well, I don't anymore. In the past, it's been as much as three hundred posts a year, and sometimes it's much less. If you read this in an RSS reader, sometimes Google does wonky things with the Blogger software and you may get old posts showing up as new posts, even if they were old posts to begin with (because of edits, or stray tachyon pulses from the Pleiades cluster. Your mileage will vary.