Monthly Archives: May 2005


Why are IPods basically considered the industry standard MP3 player now? So many other MP3 players exist that are cheaper, store more songs, are smaller, or all of the above, yet somehow Apple has the world believing that if you don’t have an IPod, your missing out on something big.

Worse yet, last time I checked, if you by an IPod, in order to get anything on to it, you have to use ITunes, which is in my opinion, a horrible media player/organizer. Many of the other MP3 players on the market right now just show up as a drive on your computer, you copy your music or whatever else onto it, and thats it. No funny business, no stupid programs to load, no trendy overpriced MP3 player from a product line that for some reason has to begin with the letter “I”.

I think Steve Jobbs watched the episode of Sesame St that was brought to us by the letter I, and got fixated on it.

If anyone has a good response on what makes the IPod so great, I would like to hear it. What makes it so much better than all the other products out there, and worse yet, why is the IPod so trendy and cool, that despite the fact that they are horrible headphones, both in quality and design, if you own an IPod, you can’t go out and buy a set of good headphones?

Sadly enough, they just came out with a “better” set of headphones, that are more towards the studio earmuff style, and oddly enough, they cleverly named them “iMuffs”

I think I am going to go out and buy an iMac, load iTunes on it, get and iPod, then take some video of how stupid it all looks, import all the video into iMovie, burn it onto a DVD, and then watch it in iDVD.

Collect them all!

Sad day

Maxwell Devlin

Last night I got home from work and max was almost acting like his normal cheery self, so I decided to bring him for a nice walk, especially since it was looking like it might be his last. We spent a good 30-40 minutes walking around the development near my apartment, going through some little paths in the woods and just letting him have a good time. It was sad to see him not be able to smell things, but I think he still had fun. As soon as we got home, he pretty much made himself as comfortable as he could and tried taking a bit of a nap. I think he got pretty tired from all the walking.

Then later on that night, maybe around 11:30, he actually started to clear his nose, but you can tell it was really stuffed with something. I think maybe a blood clot, because after he tried that, things got pretty bad. I think his nose started to bleed down the back of his throat and he kept kind of gagging and choking, probably from trying to swallow and breathe at the same time. It was horrible to watch, and after maybe 20 minutes, we decided to head to my parents house to make the decision.

He seemed to stop the coughing/choking pretty much by the time we got to my parents, but his nose was still bleeding a good amount off and on, and he was still only breathing through his mouth, and it just seemed like he couldn’t be comfortable like that. Eventually we decided that the best thing to do for everyone was to bring him to the animal hospital and see if they could clear up his nose. Our plan being to learn if there was some temporary fix they could do for him or if they couldn’t do anything at all, in the latter case we would have to put him to sleep.

We went to the animal hospital in Woburn and I had to tell his complete medical history to at least 3 differant people. The vet basically agreed with what Saugus Animal Hospital and Angell Memorial had told us, which was that the only options left to even see what the problem was, a CT scan, possible an MRI, and possibly the Rhinoscopy, All of which would make him more uncomfortable. The most likely result of what they found probably wouldn’t be fixable. At best they could have made him a bit more comfortable for however long he made it.

So, as much as me not wanting it to be the one, I pretty much made the call to put him to sleep and my father, brother, Aimee and I watched him fall asleep his one last time. It killed me to watch…my brother as well, and I still can’t help but feel like I failed at taking care of him. I can only hope wherever he is now, he is happy, breathing easily, and loving not having to take pills every day and get a shot every month. I hope he really did enjoy the almost 12 years I had with him as much as I did, and I hope he thinks I took better care of him and was there for him more often than I do.

Max was a big part of my life, he was a great friend, and he was everything you could ever ask for in a “pet”. He was just as much a person to me as anyone else, and he will be sorely missed. I am just happy that all of us were with him when he left us and although if I really tried, he probably could have lived a bit longer, at least it ended for him before he really started to be in pain.

Everything I see around me in my house or my car reminds me of him, and maybe one day I can replace all this guilt and sadness I feel with memories of all the love and joy we gave him, and all the fun times we had.

Maxwell Devlin

Saying goodbye

I think this week might finally be the time I have been dreading and hoping it would somehow never need to happen for years now. I think I am going to have to make the decision to put my dog to sleep. This is definately the hardest and saddest thing I have yet to go through in my life, but it really seems that this will be the best thing for him.

The hard part isn’t as much watching him go, but having to actually make the decision that it is time. When my grandfather died a couple years back, it was really sad and I felt real guilty. But the thing is, we knew he was on his way out, just like with maxwell (my dog), but with my grandfather, he died on a hospital bed, pretty much after everything possible could have been done for him.

In maxwells case, I know that isn’t completly true. Everyone can tell me I did as much as I could for him, and that I did more, and spent more helping him than almost anyone else would, but the fact still remains that in the end I feel as though it comes down to a matter of money. How exactly am I supposed to decide now is finally “enough”? is it because nothing else can possibly be done? not exactly. Is it because he is suffering too much? I don’t really know. Is it because doing anything more will cost too much money? I can’t help but feel that this is the real reason. I know more can be done for him, and I feel like that could extend his life a bit more, but is it worth the money and suffering he will have to go through?

Maxwell has always had a lot stacked up against him. Sure, my family and I gave him a good loving home, but over the last maybe 4 or so years, it seemed like every couple months something terrible happened to him.

There was the time he was breathing wierd, then started coughing up blood..large amounts of it too. We brought him to Danvers animal hospital, and apparantly he had caught pneumonia. They had him oxygen and an IV for a day, put he pulled through it and was as good as new.

Then he started having joint problems, mostly in his hips. Sometimes, especially after he got up after laying down for a while, he would limp around a bit until his joints loosened up. It seemed to kind of come and go depending on the weather, but somehow, it seemed to kind of fade away and he rarely had that problem again.

Then he grew a tumor on his side, right behind his right front leg. We got it tested, and it turned out to be non-cancerous, but it kept growing. His vet said we should leave it alone until it starts getting in the way of his walking. Then sure enough, maybe a year later, it seemed like it was getting too big, and we decided to have it removed. It was supposed to be a relatively simple day surgery thing. The vet was going to put him under anethesia, take out the tumor, and we’re done, but…it didn’t end up quite like that. Apparantly the tumor had a bunch of veins and such going through it, and when they removed it he started bleeding a ton. They had to give him a blood transfusion, and he seemed like he might be okay. We went to pick him up at the end of the day and he was the saddest looking thing. He had that big funnel thing over his head so he wouldn’t bite at the stitches, had a bandage over one of his paws where the IV was attached, and was a little more than half completly shaved. The worst part was that coming out of the top and bottom of where the tumor was..was a “drain” because apparantly when you get a tumor removed, your body gets confused as to why this big thing is gone, so it fills up the space where the tumor was with fluid. The drain is supposed to make sure this doesn’t happen. So I covered the floor of my bedroom with a plastic sheet, and got a bunch of beach towels and hoped for the best. The poor dog could barely even lay down with that stupid funnel on his head. But that wasn’t the bad part.

After we brought him home from the surgery he just wasn’t acting right. At first we thought it was just some after effects from the anesthesia, but a day later, he was barely walking and wasn’t eating or drinking…or anything for that matter. A night later, when he was barely moving, and I honestly thought it was the end for him, my mother, father, brother and I piled into my fathers truck and headed for Angell Animal Hospital in Boston. Maxwell couldn’t really even stand, so I made a little stretcher for him out of a piece of plywood and his bed. He was making all kinds of unhappy sounds, and the drive to the hospital was the longest one ever. When we got there, I was amazed with how that place Operates. We pulled up at the front and someone actually came out with a real stretcher for him. They wheeled him inside, and the ER Vet looked at him, and brought him into the intensive care ward immediately.

What apparantly happened was that Maxwell had Addisons Disease, and the surgery to remove the tumor apparantly made it got nuts since his body was in such rough shape especially after the blood transfusion. He was in the hospital for 4 days. I visited him every day, twice a day, for the whole hour of visiting time they gave you. Basically he had to stay there until he started to eat on his own again. So I would bring him in turkey and ham and things like that, hoping he would eat it. Every time I showed up, and even more so every time I left him there, he would cry, and all I can picture is that sad face he had on.

But sure enough he pulled through. Aside from his shaved side, and the gross drain sticking out of him, he was almost as good as new in about a week. Then this started his new life.

While at Angell, they also discovered he had a heart murmer, along with the beginning signs of glaucoma. So, between addisons disease, the heart murmer, and glaucoma, for the rest of his life, every day we had to give him a prednisone pill for the addisons disease, an enacard pill for the heart disease, and eye drops…every day. Plus, every 25 days or so he had to go to the vet to get a percoten-v shot.

I think he has been on this plan now for maybe almost 2 years. It was real rough at first, but after a little while it was almost like a normal thing for him, and he seemed happy.

Then this brings us to the present. About a month or so back, he started having a bit of a bloody nose every day, and to make matters worse, he would sneeze, and more blood would come out. At first it wasn’t too bad, but as it came closer to today, he would have these times where the bleeding would be real bad. He would sneeze, and a ton of blood would come out. It would make the house look like a crime scene. The first time this happened, we brought him to Saugus Animal Hospital, (his vet) and they held him there all day, and we decided, as risky as it was with his collection of medical conditions, to put him under anethesia, take a bunch of x-rays, and get a better look at his nose. The vet cleaned out his sinuses, and packed them with some kind of medication, and then he was back to having the mild bloody nose here and there.

He also got put on 2 new medications. The vet didn’t know what it was, so maxwell had to take an antibiotic and an antifungal medication every day now too. We hoped it was just an infection or something like that, and things would improve, but they didn’t and after 2 more really bad nose bleeds, Aimee and I brought him back to Angell memorial to see a specialist. I hoped she would give me an easy solution to make Max all better. She looked at all the work and X-rays Saugus Animal Hospital had done, and said that she didn’t think medication would do anything, and that the next step would be to put him under anesthesia again for a CT scan and a Rhinoscopy The 2 procedures, plus the anethesia would run about $1500, and all this would do is possibly tell is what is actually wrong with his nose. According to the vet, most likely it is 1 of 3 things. In the best case, it is some foreign body, in which case they just take it out. Next in line to that is if it is some fungal growth type thing. In this case he has to come in for one, and worse yet possibly 2 surgeries. During which they put him under anethesia again, drill a hole through his nose (dog noses apparantly are much harder to work on than human ones) and then they insert a tube in there, and flush all of his sinuses and nose out with some kind of topical antifungal liquid, then that should fix it. But in the worst case, it is some form of a cancerous tumor, which would mean a series of chemotherapy visits.

All of which may not be successful partly because of his other conditions, especially the heart disease, which greatly enhances the risk of death when he he is put under anesthesia. The vet also said that more likely than not, it is either some fungus, or cancer, so in the best case we are talking about 2 times under anesthesia, but it is more likely to be 3 or more, plus, if it is the fungus, how happy is he going to be with a hole drilled into his nose? and if it is cancer, how well is the chemotherapy going to go? it may not even be successful.

The, just to add more to the story, a beagles average life expectancy is about 13 years, and maxwell will be hitting 12 years old I believe in August. Between all his others problems, its real possible that even if I did everything I could, it would only delay the inevitable by a year or so.

And obviously all of these options arn’t cheap, so we decided to leave it alone, deal with the bleeding as it comes, and as long as he stays happy, then everything is fine.

But the last week, especially the last few days, breathing through his nose has been tough. It sounds like he has a stuffy nose, sometimes he will sneeze up blood, sometimes he will sort of be okay, and last night I think has been the worst, because it seems like he can’t use it nose at all. He is breathing completly out of his mouth, and it makes it real difficult for him to sleep because every time he breathes, he opens his mouth a little bit. At some points it looks like he is trying to sleep with is head up, and sometimes when I look at him, I see that same look I got from him when he was in Angell Memorial for that week. He just seems so sluggish and lazy, and it kills me that he can’t use his nose. Being a beagle, he likes to sniff everything…everywhere, and now he can’t. When I bring him outside, he just kind of mopes around, and he puts his nose to the ground every once in a while, but I don’t think he can actually even sniff.

but the biggest problem I am having is dealing with the fact that I have to decide whether to let him live or die. Whether to end it now, or hope he gets better, or maybe either way, just let him die on his own. I don’t know if he is actually suffering, I don’t even know if it is as bad as I think it is. All I do know is that above everything maxwell is, and was always my best friend.

When I came home from work, he would know it was me and get all excited.

At night, he wouldn’t really go to bed until I did, and then he would sleep in his little bed right next to mine.

If I got home late, he would still be waiting up for me. Even if I came home drunk at like 4 in the morning, he would still be waiting for me.

I got him as a puppy only a couple weeks old when I was in the 8th grade. I really wanted a dog, but the rest of my family really didn’t. I begged for a good 2 years, trying differant types of dogs, making deals…anything I could think of. Then finally, my parents started to cave, and they said I could get a beagle. They actually wrote up a contract that I had to sign saying I would take care of him, walk him, feed him…all that stuff. And ever since then I have loved having him, but now its at the point where I am afraid to bring him anywhere. I feel like walking him might be too much.

Over everything else, I feel this huge amount of guilt though. I suppose it is like this when anyone dies, but I can’t help but feel like I failed. Like I could have done more. I know I didn’t walk him nearly as much as I should have, and he always loved going for walks. He kind of made the rules when we went out, he would spend the whole time sniffing everything he came accross, so it was kind of hard to actually walk anywhere. There was plenty of times, especially during the summer where we would go for our nice little walks at night, and he loved going out every time. Sometimes when I worked on my truck he would come out and sit and watch, but he would get unhappy if he was away from me. I never really brought him for too many car rides, because he would shake and it seemed like he hated being in the car, and then, after all the problems started to happen, I just felt like he was too fragile and I was afraid to even take him for walks at times. Really I don’t know if I could have done more, or if there is anything else I can do now, but I just wish I didn’t feel so guilty about how I took care of him, and if I gave him as good of a life as he could have had with some other family. It would be nice if making this decision wasn’t so hard either. I don’t like having the end of someones like completely in my hands, and I hate feeling like there is all this uncertainty. Like maybe in a couple days he will be fine. Maybe if He went in for the CT scan and all that stuff, and had the surgery that he would last 5 more years, or maybe he would last less. Maybe he would die on the operating table, but at least in that instance, I tried all I could. Right now I feel like I just weighed the pros and cons of the options available and where I am at now is because of the choice I made, and I hate even more the fact that money is obviously a factor in the whole decision. People I know can say a million times that I did all I could, and I spent more than anyone else would, but it doesn’t really matter. Since the surgery for the tumor on his side, I (and my parents in some instances) probably spend $10,000-$15,000 on him. I think it was worth every penny, and I can’t help but feel like giving up now is just that. Giving up. I look at maxwell as a member of my family. I don’t really look at him as a dog. He has been there for me so many times over the past 11 years, I feel like I owe him the same. But if he was a person, there wouldn’t even be a decision to make. He would have been on that operating table probably a month ago. Health insurance or not.

Dealing with that simple fact, and the immense amount of guilt I feel about how I ran his life is a lot to bear, and I just don’t know how I can handle bringing him to the vet to end his life.

Folding Proteins

I used to run the [email protected] project on my computer, and I decided to start it back up again.

What is it?

What are proteins and why do they “fold”? Proteins are biology’s workhorses — its “nanomachines.” Before proteins can carry out their biochemical function, they remarkably assemble themselves, or “fold.” The process of protein folding, while critical and fundamental to virtually all of biology, remains a mystery. Moreover, perhaps not surprisingly, when proteins do not fold correctly (i.e. “misfold”), there can be serious effects, including many well known diseases, such as Alzheimer’s, Mad Cow (BSE), CJD, ALS, Huntington’s, and Parkinson’s disease.

in some little way you can help possibly find a cure for various diseases.
You can download the program here

and if you want, when you install the program and it asks for a
team to join, use mine, which is:
Team Name:
Team ID: 12749

The program runs in the background on your computer, and when your not doing anything (like at night and such) it puts your computer to work, then it sends the results to stanford where the results are used for research

stupid spam email

A while back (2002 actually) I tried using’s classifieds system to sell my car. I got this response from this weird spam/identity theft thing, and I tried having a bit of fun with the person.

Today I was trying to clean up/organize some of my email and I came across the whole conversation, its mildly funny….

All of his messages are in block quotes.

I am an auto dealer in africa and is interested. I will
make the payment in CASHIER CHECK. If willing,
contact me

This message is in response to your 1996 Chevrolet Monte Carlo ad (Saugus, Massachusetts – $4,000.00):

Contact: adams musa
Phone: (432) 604-5321

Sure, I am interested did you have any questions or anything? would you
like me to call you? If your really interested in buying the car, how
would you like to go about everything?

– Thanks

Dear Mike,
Thanks for your mail. Please your full name and address for the check. After confirmation, my agent will come and pick it up.

Sure thing.
Mike Devlin
xx xxxxxx st
Saugus, MA 01906

any ideas when you might be coming by?

– Thanks

Dear Mike,

I was really going to prepare the check before an urgent proposal
came up, a friend of mine who is a minister in the government wants
to invest in this auto business.He said he has a money $32.5m
deposited with a finance and security company and needs your help
by providing account where the money will be paid into.

As a brother i guess you can assist in this regards without anybody
hearing about it.

I just talked with the security company and they said the consignment that contains the funds is aready in their branch office in Amsterdam (HOLLAND).Therefore I am pleading if you can make out your time to pick up this fund in Amsterdam? All the necessary arrangements have been made to facilitate this move as soon as possible. This money will be paid into your account in bits by bits to avoid any suspicion.

Also your telephone and fax lines for them to contact you. Please, note that this is not one of those SCAM letters spread over the world because nobody is paying anything to anybody rather we are even benefiting from it.


I dont see why that would affect you buying my fine piece of american
automotive engineering. With 32.5 million at your disposal, thats more
than enough for the mere $4,000 I am asking for the car.

i have the names of a number of highly reliable swiss banks you can use
if your looking for a place to hold money. They work quite well, and the
best thing is that you/nor I would need to go holland.

better yet, since you have my address, why not just mail me the money? I
dont see why I need to go to amsterdam to pick it up.

looking forward to hearing from you…
– Mike

Dear Mike,
This is the option from the security company in position of the funds but let me still talk with them if they can further move it to USA.
Meanwhile, let me have your tele and fax lines because they might love to talk with you for more details

Out of curiosity, why does this security company want to give me this
money? its not very often someone says “here’s 32 million dollars, thanks”

Mr MIke,
It is hard to believe but it is real. If you are conversant with african leaders, you will know what i am talking about. Please your tele and fax for them to contact you. You have the option to stop this transaction, if you are not comfortable with them Why dont you give them a trial.


route 3 surveillance continued

So all the cameras and “radar” stations along the highway might actually be just that.

First, off of

I found this:

3. What are the spools of colored tubing being installed in the ground for?
–The spools are the backbone of the Intelligent Transportation System (ITS) being installed as part of the Route 3 Project. These cables are fiber optic cables being installed to provide complete surveillance of the highway. They will also be linked to message boards on the highway, similar to the ones seen on Route 128.

Last week, while driving home from work (and to work the next day), I used my handy little GPS receiver and marked the locations of all the towers. It’s not like I had anything better to do while driving.

Here is a little map. Click on it to get the full size version:
Route 3 Cameras and Radar

I couldn’t zoom in any closer or the map would be massive.

I just find this interesting

the painful truth

Since it seems like a bit of drama has stirred up recently, I figured I would say my piece. I started this blog in October of last year because I had a lot of stuff on my mind, was bored, and needed a place to put it. I feel as that looking back over the past posts I have written show a great deal about how I felt during those times. Some stuff hasn’t changed, some stuff has.

I obviously understand that no part of the Internet is some private little world that even google can’t touch. I also didn’t write anything for the sole purpose of someone I mentioned in a post to hopefully some day see it. It wrote what was on my mind, the way I saw it.

If you think anything I wrote is half-truths, misrepresentations, exaggerations, or just plain lies, than you’ve obviously been oblivious to the way things were and still are. Yes, I understand sarcasm, I understand jokes, I even occasionally make jokes myself, however there were many things I was unhappy about, along with many things that were not taken as jokes. By reading these posts you can see what they were and you can see how I saw things. I am sure with many of them, the way I saw things was different than how the people involved saw them, maybe they meant for things to be taken a different way, maybe they thought it was just a joke. But either way, the truth still remains, and although you may feel offended or possibly even somewhat hurt now, I felt much worse over the course of the last year.

I felt like shit when the majority of my friends decided I was too much of a pain to hang out with. I felt like shit when I was forced to make decisions about who to hang out with because of their own “half truths and misrepresentations”, and especially their own inability to take a joke. I felt like shit…even somewhat jealous when my best friend replaced me with someone that better shared his new interests. I felt like shit when I was told to leave my best friends house over a stupid fight. I felt like shit after all the things he said to me; I have no opinion of my own, I follow everyone else…etc. and then the grand finale was when none of them talked to me again for months.

Anyone at all that knows even the slightest bit about me knows that I like things to be resolved. I can’t stand issues being left open, or just plain “forgotten about”, as if they never happened. So at the reunion, when everyone just pretended nothing ever happened, how was I supposed to feel?

worse yet, after almost 7 months, when we finally try to hang out again, instead of trying to create a friendship again, we all go to a bar and then you both ignore me and try to have as little an amount of conversation as possible? it felt just like it did when things started to go downhill in October. Nothing had changed, and it was very apparent that neither of you wanted it to.

So when you sent me emails about how if you had known about this site before you would never have tried being friends again. Maybe instead you should think about if you ever even attempted to try in the first place. You didn’t try for seven months, and the disaster of a night at the bar sure wasn’t a try either. If you think anything I wrote about is not true, then call me out on it, because this is the way things happened from my side of the fence, and as I said before, I am not the only person to ever notice how things were with any of us.

Century 21’s class is a poorly run pile of shit…strike that. I am a pile of shit

That is what I think. I fucking failed the state portion of this waste of money real estate test yet again. I could go on for paragraphs on how the Century 21 run real estate course was a poorly run, disorganized, waste of time, and how the “instructor” Kenny, was yet another example of a “teacher” that hates his job and spends the whole class just waiting for the end of the day. They screwed me over, they didn’t prepare me at for the state portion of the test, and the text book they give you is so general that you spend hours studying information that although is partially interesting to know, is completely irrelevant to the test.

That is about all I can say about it though because in reality I am apparantly just an moron that can’t remember shit. Let’s see how much more money I can drop on trying to better myself before I realize what a waste of time it is.

I spent a couple hours last night…yet another night completly wasted, “brushing up” on the state knowledge for the test. I spent at least a hour trying to figure out this one math problem that apparantly involved “rounded the price to the nearest $1,000″ did it mention it anywhere in the study guide?


what about in the 2 “massachusetts supplements”? nope, not mentioned once.

This whole thing is a stupid fucking guessing game where you have to fill your head with as much useless knowledge as possible, just so you can pass some test run by a private company that the state requires you pay.

Where does that $120 for the test go? or the $65 for each re-take of the test? Plus, everyone that works at the testing centers are a bunch of assholes.

Why the hell is it that everyone that has any form of authority automatical waves around their free pass to be a huge asshole? I hate a real large amount of people, but I would like to think that I am at least not huge dicks to their face.

Now I have to wait until tomorrow to reschedule my next re-take, and if I have to wait more than a week to take the test, I am going nuts. I took the fucking course at Century 21 on FEBRUARY 21st! its fucking May 4th now.

I got a fucking lower grade this time than I did the first time.

If you are ever in the market for a house, ask the sales agent to survey your land based on the US Geological Survey method, or ask him to tell you if, since your house borders a river, if you own from the opposite bank, the middle of the river, 5 feet into the water, or just the bank of the river near your house.

Its really nice to wake up at 6:00am to book it down to Woburn I can get a certified printout from the state that I am a fucking moron.

Here’s $65. Can you print me out another one so I can hang it on my refridgerator?

Just to make things as good as possible, I don’t think I even has enough gas or money to make it home today.

Also, I was so pissed off on the way into work today, that I was speeding along, and when I took the turn onto sleeper street to get to the parking garage in boston, this cop doing traffic duty…further wasting my money, steps into the street a little bit and motions with his hands for me to slow down. I was slow pissed off that without even thinking I just said “shut the fuck up” out loud (at least the windows were up) and kept going.

I think today is going to be a headphones on day. I don’t really feel like talking to anyone, and the first person to come to my desk with a wise crack or a stupid question might get scewered with a piece of metal.

Today will be me, and about 6 hours of Sepultura

Big brother is watching

For some reason over the last couple days I have started paying attention to the sides of the road on Route 3. And I noticed a strange object mounted on one of the telephone polls, so yesterday on the way home from work, I decided to really look around, and low behold, It seems like at a fairly evenly spaced interval there is what appears to be a radar gun, and what appears to be a 360 degree security camera going along the entire span of route 3 from I-95 to exit 1 in New Hampshire. I plan on using my GPS to make a map of where they all are, but the odd thing is that the radar guns arn’t on. My radar detector has not once gone off while passing one of them (I probably passed 20 of them) and they are also on both sides of the highway.

Look for yourself. Click on the image to see it blown up to full size.

The radar gun:
Radar gun on Rt 3

The Security Camera:
Security Camera on Rt 3

I am wondering if the state is planning a massive automated speed trap system. If so, that would
suck monsterous monkey balls.

Or….maybe I am just paranoid