Friday? About 10 hours.
Sunday? Eight hours.
Monday? 13 or so.
Tuesday? A bit more than 10.
Today? Who knows?
If you’re wondering why I haven’t had the energy to write or anything to write about, now you know. I’ll be glad when the half-dozen ongoing emergencies all die down around the office… whenever that will be.
I did take another picture, the other day. I couldn’t be bothered to upload it until tonight. Sorry.
Yep, Erica made a bunny out of snow. Ain’t that cute?
So here I am at work, past 8pm on a Friday night. Why? Email stuff, mostly. As in, if I don’t get the email server purges done now I may face a catastrophic failure before Monday. Le sigh.
One of the engineers was kind enough to run me down to Zupan’s and back with some food to keep me going for the evening. While looking for snack chips, I spotted a product that made my eyes bug out… so of course I had to buy and try it.
Is it just me, or do these two words not go together? Of course… these Cheetos are quite tasty, so I suppose I’m making much ado about nada.
Now back to watching the email maintenance run, and run, and run. Have a great evening, all!
UPDATE: Jenn came up with something that makes even less sense… vegetarian bologna. What’s the world coming to, eh?
PAST: Did you, or did you not, eat your vegetables as a youngster?
PRESENT: What sorts of veggies will and won’t you eat nowadays?
FUTURE: Which would you rather end up: Vegetable or mineral? (We’re assuming you’re currently an animal, here. If otherwise, you should really let us know.)
A bit silly, yes, but at least it’s not directly topical for a change! Leave your answers (or a link thereto), and while you’re at it feel free to suggest “seed ideas” for the Final Five…
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First we had a sports station named The Fan.
Recently Rosie… er, Rosey 105 became The Buzz.
And now, as of yesterday, country station KWJJ has become… The Wolf.
Remember a time when radio stations were known by their calls? Apparently that time is now past, or at least it’s no longer fashionable in the industry.
What’s next? Will our oldies station become The Fogey? We could change our news/talk to station to The Talk. It’s hard to say what classic-rock stalwart KGON would become. The Rock? Nah, we’d get in trouble with Prudential and some nutjob wrestler/movie-star over that one. No good suggestions come to mind for our “new rock” station, KNRK, though plenty of snarky ideas are easily conjured.
Branding, baby. It’s the buzzword of our times. Welcome to the new age, a lot like the past age but with sillier nomenclature.
Remember the d’Artagnan incident? Almost a year ago it was, and this morning I was reminded of it by the following email:
Just ran a search of the web and found this!
Glad I could affect your life Dartagnian!Happy New Year!
Jim
That’s right, James P. Connolly was checking the web for instances of his own name. Hey, nothing wrong with that; we’ve all done it at least once. Full marks to the guy for taking a moment to type out a quick bit of something.
Just for that, here’s a link to his website. Because, hey, I’m all about the positive rewards of cheerful politeness.
James P. Connolly
My friend Ben and I have been exchanging emails about the Mars Expedition Rovers and other fun Martian exploration topics (who’d have thunk that Pathfinder would be right about where NASA left it, considering the severity of Martian windstorms?), and the topic of remote software programming came up. See, a fair chunk of the software for the new rovers’ missions will be uploaded (and was there ever a more apt use of that term?) after they land. This fact prompted speculation on the sorts of things one could program the rovers to do, or say.
And from there we quickly found ourselves asking, “So what geek from what country is going to hack the Mars Rover first?” For instance, I thought, someone might prompt a rover to transmit:
ALL YOUR MARS BASE ARE BELONG TO US — SOMEONE SET US UP THE MARS
Ben, being a far cleverer sort, supplied the following suggestions:
DUBYA: WHERE IS MY EARTH-SHATTERING KABOOM? — MARVIN
WE HAVE ELVIS. LEAVE TWELVE MILLION IN UNMARKED BULLION IN A VALISE AT GROOM LAKE.
I CAN SEE YOUR HOUSE FROM HERE.
GREETINGS TO THE PUNY HUMANS. WELCOME TO A NEW AGE OF INTERPLANETARY WAR.
DESTROY ALL YODELING COWBOY MUSIC WITHIN 24 HOURS OR FACE METEORITIC DESTRUCTION.
JPL: WE ARE INSTALLING LINUX ON THIS THING. GET OVER IT.
404 ERROR: FILE NOT FOUND.
JPL: IS ‘RAM DISK’ AN INSTALLATION PROCEDURE?
LOOK, MA, NO HANDS!
WE ARE SUING THE ORSON WELLES ESTATE FOR DEFAMATION AND SLANDER.
WHAT STUPID MONKEY CANCELLED ‘FUTURAMA’? WE WANT AMY WONG DELIVERED UNTO US.
THIS DEVICE HAS PERFORMED AN ILLEGAL OPERATION AND MUST BE SHUT DOWN.
WOULD YOU LIKE TO PLAY A GAME? CHECKERS? CHESS? GLOBAL THERMONUCLEAR WAR?
WE DEMAND THE HEAD OF HEYWOOD FLOYD
MARS HAS HYDRATED AND OXYGENATED ROCKS. SEND POT SEEDS.
DID YOU KNOW THIS THING CAN DO WHEELIES?
ALIEN BABE CAM 24 HOURS A DAY — YOU CAN SEE EVERY PSEUDOPOD!
HAVE FOUND ALIEN EGGS AND ACQUIRED PARASITIC FACEHUGGER. PLEASE SEND RESCUE TEAM.
THIS DEVICE WAS 0WN3D BY A 13-YEAR-OLD IN NEBRASKA WITH A LINUX P-90, A PACKET RADIO TRANSMITTER, 400 FEET OF ALUMINUM FOIL, HIS MOTHER’S SATELLITE DISH, AND A MUTILATED SPEAK AND SPELL. EAT MY SHORTS NASA.
As George Carlin once said, “These are the thoughts that kept me out of the really good schools.” Heh.
Yes, we’re geeks. But we’re damned clever and amusing geeks, if we do say so ourselves…
