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Looking For Quacks In The Pavement

Author: Karel Kerezman

  • Past, Present, Future – Round Twenty-six

    PAST: Were you the class clown, the practical joker, the witty one or did all of your humor come out in your writing? Or perhaps none of the above? What was your form of comedic expression as a child?

    PRESENT: This one’s easy. Which do you find the funnier comedy troupe, the Three Stooges or the Marx Brothers?

    FUTURE: Pick your clever, snarky epitaph.

    Okay, so maybe death isn’t funny, but lots of other things in life are. You know what else is funny? That so many people read the PPF and may even answer it, but don’t leave a comment here so other folks know where to find ’em. But you’re not like one of those jokers, are you? Yeah. And when you link back here, please use the usual link address: http://greyduck.net/ppf. Thanks!

  • This spud goes to eleven…

    Alexander “The Spud” Kerezman was born eleven years ago, August 15th, 1992. No, I’m not posting baby pictures. I’m not that cruel. Instead I’ll just give you a couple of shots from the past year:

    He’s grown considerably since last August, mostly in courage and perception. Not to mention that he’s already almost funnier than I am. I couldn’t possibly be more proud of the boy, I tell you.

    Happy Birthday, Alex. You’re one great kid.

  • I like certain kinds of surprises.

    Happiness is…

    … a surprise gift of homemade chocolate brownies.

    Need I say more? I think not. We now return you to your regularly scheduled websurfing day. Thank you.

  • “We are worms, sir!”

    Here’s the brief rendition of the last 24 hours in capsule form for easy swallowing:

    So yeah, somebody took their precious work laptop home, got infected by that bleeping worm, brought it back and made my day a living hell yesterday. I answered my cellphone blocks away from the office and knew that my day would consist entirely of fixing and patching, patching and fixing.

    And so it did. Occasionally I sat down to nibble on some snack food, but generally speaking I was on my feet and scrambling around from about 9:30 on. Fun, wot?

    I finished up at about 3:30, and Lilith (bless her heart) swung by to rescue me at 4:00… but first I was obliged to give the nickel tour to her and the “eldest demonspawn.” Nothing shatters a 14-year-old girl’s illusions about the radio business more effectively than a quick tour through the broadcast facility.

    The evening was spent in the companionable environs of Lil’ and Geoffrey’s place, mostly spent cracking wise at various Animal Planet programming.

    Today I’m attempting to reconstruct The Beast, a.k.a. The Standby Enco Server. Wish me luck, I think I’m going to need it.

  • Sometimes they say nice things about me.

    Lilith called me this afternoon to tell me the strangest thing: They talked about me. Gustav and Daria, they are, also known as the KNRK morning show.

    If you want to know what was said, you’ll need to click the following link…
    Daria Talks About Karel

  • Beastly Predicament

    Remember that power zap a week ago? Did I mention that Beast, the standby Enco server, has been misbehaving since then?

    It’s not misbehaving anymore. It’s totally dead. Yes, I realize that this is a fine distinction.

    So I’m going from dealing with the Win2K/XP RPC worm (it only hit Ryoko and Washuu, no biggie) to rebuilding the standby Enco server from the ground up. Did I mention that I don’t have a current backup of its Samba config or any of its scripts?

    If you need me I’ll be in the other room, ruing the day I was born…

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