Generic Forgotten Blog Post

I’ve seen it many times before the blogger who promises a daily blog posting, which turns into weekly, then bi-weekly then monthly. Then they come back one day telling people they are sorry for not posting, blah blah blah-like they had fans or something holding their breath. So here is my version:

OMG??! I haven’t posted in like a 5 months! I’m SOSOSO SORRY MY P33PS. I know you have been dying for my dry humor and uninteresting blog content and I promise it won’t change. Please check back as I will totally def be writing in this more often. I LOVE YOU ALL.

Your RockStar,

Benjamin Willis

No promises here on how often I post. Honestly, I care more about how often GoogleBot checks my blog then anyone else.

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Willis vs. Airport

WARNING: Lots of words ahead, for illiterate viewers click here to see what happened to me visually.

So, as some have heard I had quite an interesting time at the airport the other weekend. I was on a brief holiday from Canada back home to Jersey for my older brothers wedding, which was excellent. All was going well until my run in with customs at the Ottawa Airport. First, after waiting in a long ass line for about 30min, I spoke with one lady and attempted to explain my sitch. She didn’t buy what I was selling, so after gathering a few more tid-bits of information I was told to go to another line to wait. After another 15min I spoke to a guy and produced my training letter which seemed to convince him and I thought I was in the clear. I started to make my way out and just before I could taste the freedom another lady glanced at my papers and said, ‘oh, you go down there’, directing me down a hallway.

I cautiously walked down to, sigh, yet another line and several tables with people’s personals strewn about. One couldn’t help but notice how different everyone else looked compared to me…yes, I am a white male getting hassled at the border. Again, I waited another 20min in line until it was my turn up-for the second time I thought this would be cake, the gentleman swabbed my bag for God knows what and just as I was ready to pack it up he sees my laptop. Here is a little backlog about the room I was in, technically it was no mans land where anything could be done to me and I couldn’t do shit to leave. I wasn’t even aloud to make a phone call to let my ride know to put extra padding on my seat, cause I was getting bent over. The guy asks me some stupid questions like, do I use the computer online? do I download stuff? and then the striking one, do I have any obscene content on it? Definition of obscene: child p0rnography, rape or bestiality images/videos. My 80gb harddrive was search using OSX spotlight search, for *.jpeg, *.gif, .avi, *.mov and other such files. Each of these searches took 10s of minutes. Feeling confident that I didn’t have anything wrong I waited patiently while he scrolled through what seemed like thousands of images on my machine. NEWS FLASH: I’m working on image object detection for my master’s thesis and I have several public image databases loaded on my laptop. Along with that I had several face image dbs for a facial recognition project I had done last quarter. More questions started to arise about why I had so many images of a specific person and I tried to explain the jist of it, but I doubt he bought it. After the long drawn out searches he said I could leave, so I walked out feeling a bit disappointed that I didn’t get a reach around or even his number.

I just get pissed off more and more every time I think about this-so hopefully this will be the last time I have to visit this topic. I would enjoy if anyone else has good stories of their border crossing-comment it up.

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Benjamin Willis

Willis vs. JD

Warning: Boring content below for ppl who didn’t work with Mark, Matt and I.

Some people know my past with Jack Daniels (JD for short to you boozenoobs) to be quite interesting. I have had several encounters while I was in state school and I seem to turn into an angry kid. But, this post is about another JD, but they have the same affect.

The name is Joyce Dean and no, it is not being protected just because I don’t give a shit. She and two of my great friends mentioned above (one of the few on the board of directors to the company of Benjamin Willis) did system testing. We have many situations which attest to how she was the equivalent of taking real shots of JD which quickly became her nickname. Throughout testing, she became such a pain in the ass that she was given remedial tasks, such as filing, to avoid interfering with the real testing. She was also extremely moody, some days she was our best friend (the days she took special pills) and others which we visited conference room h (hell yes it’s a secret code) to avoid her company. She was also extremely proud of her position and wouldn’t leave the office until Mark and I had left for the day. This creates a problem, how could we work in peace without these shots of JD? We would simple leave the office around 4:30 or 5 for approx. 15min and like a moth to flame she was gone. Once the witch is dead, we could get work done, if there wasn’t too much of a hang over from the day.

There are many other funny stories about my interesting experinces with JD in and out of work, but till another time.

Tragically yours,

Benjamin