Who is this guy, anyway?

last updated: 08/22/2008

Writing a detailed bio would be boring, and nobody would want to read it anyway. So I'll make it quick -

I'm 48 years old, male, and married. I'm originally from California; my parents moved to Arkansas when I was young. I always wanted to go back "home", but by the time I could, I found my cars, my guns, my politics, and my attitudes weren't particularly welcome in the People's Democratic Republic of California. After some investigation of alternatives I realized Arkansas isn't all that bad compared to some places, and found little incentive to move.

Vocations:
  draftsman              (back when it was done on paper)
  system administrator   (SCO/Linux, WANs, and TCP/IP)
  programmer             (Pascal, Delphi, various proprietary languages)
                         (database, billing, glue bits to make unfriendly
                          programs talk to each other, boring stuff)
  engine builder         (haven't quite made it from hobby to business yet)

Hobbies:
  car geek               (Ford type, trackie, hot rodder)
  motorcyclist           (currently a turbocharged Yamaha)
  machinist              (now I have my own machine shop)
  writer                 (two books, dozen-odd magazine articles)
  gunhead                (if it goes BANG I probably like it)
  history                (WWI-WWII)

Humor:
  I laugh a lot, but often other people don't seem to see anything funny...


Sayings from Dave:

  "Cheap is a quality overcoming many faults."

  "If I knew everything, you'd be paying me a *lot* more money."

  "When you spin, both feet in... and don't forget to wave!"

  "Perfect is the enemy of good enough."

  "In today's society there is no responsibility; only liability."

  "Stupidity is the only infinite resource."

  "Uptime is like air - nobody notices until it's not there."

  "Power is cheap - reliability costs money."

Music:
  I'll take basic rock and roll, thank you.  Styx, Def Leppard, Moody
  Blues, Led Zeppelin, Cars, ZZ Top, Blue Oyster Cult, Elton John,
  Ozzy Osbourne, Black Sabbath, Yes, Alan Parsons Project, Tom Petty,
  The Doors, Eric Clapton, Bad Company, you know, the usual...

Entertainment:
  I quit watching TV in 1986.  My idea of "quality time" is to grab a book.
  Science fiction was my first love - Norton, Heinlein, Laumer, Vance, and
  the rest.  I've read a big chunk of all the old stuff, but the new
  generation of writers mostly leaves me cold, so I branched out into
  detective and mystery stories - John Sandford, Dick Francis, and even some
  Clive Cussler.  In the last couple of years I've had a sudden interest in
  history, primarily WWII, but I'll pick up anything that looks interesting.
  The first thing I do when I go to a new town is check out all the used book
  stores.

  I used to spend a lot of time on BBSs, Compuserve, and BIX.  Online fora
  seem to be out of favor nowadays (netnews is not a suitable replacement) so
  I spend my time on a dozen-odd mailing lists, mostly automotive or firearm
  related.

Politics:
  I think Rush Limbaugh is a commie pinko liberal.  The Republicans are a
  bunch of wimps and the Democrats only want to steal my money and civil
  rights to buy votes from the Welfare Proletariat.  You can probably
  extrapolate my opinions and viewpoints fairly accurately from there.

Philosophy:
  I seem to have some sort of blind spot with regard to "ethics" and "morals."
  The kind of people who think they're important seem to be unable to explain
  them to me, somehow I'm supposed to "just know."  I think they didn't put
  enough aluminum foil in their hats last time the Saucer People visited.

  Since I apparently missed the day we covered this "morals" stuff in school,
  I had to make up some of my own.  Boiled down from much thought, the list
  resolved down to this:

      #1)  I don't lie.

      #2)  I don't take any shit.

      #3)  I don't give any shit.

      #4)  I don't steal from my friends.

  Only four, and they didn't come from anywhere on stone tablets, golden
  plates, or divine inspiration.  Hell, I don't always live up to them,
  simple as they are - #2 is a problem in Real Life(tm).  Most of the ethics,
  morals, commandments, and precepts people manage to explain to me seem to
  resolve down to #3 in the end.

Net:
  I haven't quite been around since the beginning, but I've been online
  since long before the Web and into PCs since hard disks were considered
  exotic paraphernalia.  About my only claim to fame, though, is that I
  was the original creator and Keeper of the rec.motorcycles FAQ, back
  long ago.

Old .sig files:
  I used a Nazareth lyric in my 1992 .sig.

=======================================================================
can you help me...help me get out of this place?...slow sedation...
ain't my style, ain't my pace...giving me a number...NINE, SEVEN, EIGHT
(Nazareth)               XJ900 TURBO at 15psi          DoD# 978 xKotFAQ
=======================================================================

  The .sig got spruced up a bit in 1995...

[email protected]========================DoD#978=======
can you help me...help me get out of this place?...slow sedation...
ain't my style, ain't my pace...giving me a number...NINE, SEVEN, EIGHT
==5.0 RX7 -> Tyrannosaurus RX! == SAE '82 == Denizens of Doom M/C '92==

  And this .sig came about in early 1998.

[email protected]======================================
I've got a secret / I've been hiding / under my skin / | Who are you?
my heart is human / my blood is boiling / my brain IBM |   who, who?
=================================== http://home1.gte.net/42/index.htm

  The lyrics in the .sig file are from "Mr. Roboto"
from Styx' "Kilroy Was Here" and from "Who Are You?"
from The Who's "Who's Next?" albums.

  Most people didn't seem to "get" the Who part.  I'd get email from people
saying, "I know!  I know!"

The current one is:

[email protected] (Dave Williams)==============================
== waiting, anticipating / for someone to save her soul / well, I ==
== ain't no new Messiah / but I'm close enough for rock and roll! ==
============================= http://www.bacomatic.org/~dw/index.htm



  Back in the Real Old Days(tm) there was status in having a really
ancient .sig file...
not a happy camper at the time
A picture of me, circa mid-'87


screwed
May 2000, part of why I didn't look so happy back in 1987


the very soul of organization!
A picture of my desk, circa 1996

club affiliation
Denizens Of Doom MC (#978)

monoliths
I love my speakers. They're Carver "Amazing" speakers that cost about $1500 back in 1987; they were only made for three years. They're five and a half feet tall and three feet wide, with full-range flat panel drivers. They remind me of the monolith in '2001'. The Carvers have excellent frequency response, but they're not very efficient - it takes over 500 watts to drive them to a nice listening level, and the big Carver amplifier makes the lights flicker during heavy bass passages. Oh, yesss...


"One creature, caught. Caught in a place he cannot stir from in the dark, alone, outnumbered hundreds to one, nothing to live for but his memories, nothing to live with but his gadgets, his cars, his guns, gimmicks..."
-- Matthias, in "The Omega Man"
"Good... bad.... I'm the guy with the gun."
-- Ashe, in "Army of Darkness"
"You came in that? You're braver than I thought!"
-- Leia, in "Star Wars"
"Here. It drives like a truck."
"Good! What is a 'truck'?"
-- Buckaroo and John, in "Buckaroo Banzai In The Ninth Dimension"
"Laugh'a while you can, Monkey Boy."
-- Dr. Emilio Lizardo, "Buckaroo Banzai In The Ninth Dimension"
"Lithium will no longer be available on credit."
-- PA announcement, "Buckaroo Banzai In The Ninth Dimension"
"What's the purpose of being an grown up if you can't act childish at times?"
-- Tom Baker, Doctor Who
PEACE, n.
Maintenance of a state of tension short of actual conflict.
-- Keith Laumer, "Galactic Diplomat"
That's not a pentagram. That's a circle!"
A pentagram approaches a circle for sufficiently large values of five."
-- Rick Cook, "The Wizardy Cursed"
...kind of like all the people who buy drills; they don't really want drills, they want holes.
(from RelayNet, 1993)


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