I was trying to track down an high resolution copy of the OSR logo to put onto sign posts and so on and tracked down a vector graphic of the logo from the guy who prints our shirts.  He sent it to me saying it was “the graphic he used” but the file I received didn’t include an extension.  Time for trial an error!

BMP – No
JPG – No
TIF – No
PNG – No
SVG – No
VML – No
XPS – No
PDF – No
JP2 – No
RAW – No
PBM – No
EWC – No
CGM – No
DCS – No
SWF – No
GIF – No
ANI – No
PAT – No
CFA – No
DNG – No
GIH – No
TGA – No
PGF – No
EPS – GOOOOOOOOOOAL!

Yep. Encapsulated post script.  The graphic equivalent of storing a term paper as a spreadsheet.  It’ll work, sure.  But no sane person would do it.

He included another image that I’m yet to figure out what it is.  I’m confident if I open it in a hex editor it’ll just be pseudorandom data.

As many of you associated with my camp life now know, Bill Mischke is stepping down as a Director of Camps and Properties for Bucks County Council on September 30th.  He’s going to Baltimore Area Council to hopefully work his magic again on a larger scale and I wish him the best.

In other news, I worked on doing more after camp clean up and found some documents form the summer that I thought I’d store on Flickr.

whit-imissyouThis is a cry for help I received from Whit during his starting time at Kirby

TomPaintThis is a picture Joe Naylor did of Tom Leitz in paint

IMG_0622This is a picture of the sun setting over Furlong in a day where I drove from camp to home and back four times or so for Nick Gramiccioni.

IMG_0654This is Nick Gramiccioni looking really fat.

IMG_0648This is an absolute pile of food decimated during the staff banquet

IMG_0656This is Mike Spinrad chucking A1

I hope to have more pictures up shortly once I figure out how to make Lightroom cooperate on network drives.

I began the day auspiciously with a splinter the size of a fat toothpick puncturing my foot as I stood up emerging from the womb of sleep. The sliver jammed itself between fissures in my skin so despite the pain of each foot fall I knew its excision would be great and satisfying. A scalpel and pair of pliers were the instruments of my relief although I failed to properly plan for the torrent of blood that quickly crossed my office carpet. I was fast enough with the baking soda to stop most of the staining and seeing everything in its place I’ve taped the rebellious cellulose spear to my monitor as a reminder of my indefatigable quest to finish this damned semester.

After 11 more hours of feverish work I clicked “Yes to All” and F5 to refresh the Ockanickon server now repleat with the 2008 Leader Guide. I checked every link. Literally, everyone, even all the one’s on the Guide Index that links back to every other section as well as the 60 links on the departments page that lists the badge requirements offsite. I can now name not only the full path for every section of the leader guide but also the internal anchors and bookmarks. Where once was #cope is now #spokenrope which had to be changed in 7 places. I can name those 11 places as well but will spare you.

If my successor so much as edits the guide next year on a computer where a Microsoft Word window is open I will find them and break their thumbs. I was thinking of being more extreme, but decided that they’d still have to finish the guide.

The Ockanickon Leader Guide is easily the best publication I’ve ever seen come out of any camp. Which is quite saddening considering how much it absolutely blows compared to what it could be. There aren’t many links, nothing is where it should be and the HTML is like looking at a schizophrenics attempt at Row Row Row Your BoatContinue reading

Troop 380 had Troop Leadership Training and the Scoutmaster Josh Reass didn’t show surprising no one.  The kids were a bit slow at first so I busted out the big guns: The Bugaloo song.  Nothing, these kids were dead.  Skip Davenport and Mike Shavel gave me a bit of an odd look as I screamed “would you like to scratch your balls!”  The kids became a bit less death-enwrapped during the afternoon when we did training training.  The kids quickly picked up the elements of avoiding gunfire but ran into trouble rolling over tables without exposing their head and confirming their positive outlook by yelling “I will survive” before starting to serpentine across an open field.  They were getting a bit tired and I had to stop after teaching them to duck-and-dash to avoid sniper fire in case of a public shooting.   Training was downhill from here as they got restless so by the end of the day I trusted the kids neither in the troop room nor in a firefight.  Completely worthless.

Troop 380 had Troop Leadership Training and the Scoutmaster Josh Reass didn’t show surprising no one.  The kids were a bit slow at first so I busted out the big guns: The Bugaloo song.  Nothing, these kids were dead.  Skip Davenport and Mike Shavel gave me a bit of an odd look as I screamed “would you like to scratch your balls!”  The kids became a bit less death-enwrapped during the afternoon when we did training training.  The kids quickly picked up the elements of avoiding gunfire but ran into trouble rolling over tables without exposing their head and confirming their positive outlook by yelling “I will survive” before starting to serpentine across an open field.  They were getting a bit tired and I had to stop after teaching them to duck-and-dash to avoid sniper fire in case of a public shooting.   Training was downhill from here as they got restless so by the end of the day I trusted the kids neither in the troop room nor in a firefight.  Completely worthless.

I’ve always been a proponent of small actionable resolutions and here are my 10.

1) Pass another actuarial exam
2) Complete new Ockanickon page
3) Learn how to make a yule log (food, not combustible)
4) Remove all dead skin from feet
5) Find job as actuary that doesn’t involve moving to Pittsburgh
6) Re-arrange room and set-up new treadmill arrangement
7) “Box” assistant camp director knowledge
8 ) Scan important documents and old photos

Site specific goals:
1) Cover a logical fallacy every-other week
2) Post Daily Highlights within 48 hours 80% of the time
3) Complete 5 Projects or Joe Baloke trips
4) Add back-log of pictures to Flickr.

What’s your resolution(s)

  1. A smear of photos from the staff reunion mostly focusing on volleyball.  Flickr set
  2. Kevin Ott, a long time member of Ockanickon’s Varsity Sleep Team wasn’t awake by noon thirty so we went to roust him.  The process was both simple and inefficient, a proper Ockanickon solution.  Six people surrounded him, lifted his bed, shook fiercely and set him back down.  He was awoken by Scout Spirit.
  3. Harold Frederick didn’t make it but had RSVP’d.  I hope he’s okay.
  4. My iTune’s track library exploded and I foolishly synced my iPod afterwards destroying about everything in its library.  We drove there listening to the Royal Albert Hall Cast of Les Miserables and back to Air Supply and the barbershop group Gas House Gang.  To avoid such complications, I’ll have a copy of Abbey Road on CD as backup.