has just about every form of RPC cliche in the book.
June 2004 Archives
JUNE 2004
Pack your bags and head for Iraq. There are 18,000 members of al Qaida that are stalking you and they want to kill you with biological weapons obtained from Syria through an Iranian spy working for the Queen of England. Secret al Qaida papers found in Saddam's spider hole reveal that the Islamic cult plans to destroy everyone in America born under your sign on the Summer Solstice. Iraq is the only safe place for you.
The dark secrets about your bizarre habits will be found out when the FBI begins an investigation of you. The FBI will begin the investigation after you make contact in a 7-11 with an Israeli Mossad agent posing as an al Qaida operative. The Mossad has many people with your sign under surveillance in order to identify al Qaida cells in America linked with Saudi petroleum interests.
Don't be afraid to assert yourself when your new lover forces you to strip at gunpoint and then puts a bag over your head. Gather up your self-esteem and leave this weirdo. Try adopting a talking bird instead of jumping into any new relationships.
I am a fan of sick jokes. There's not other way to put it. I encountered the following rationality in ghastly's ghastly comic with regards to anal sex, which I found quite humorous. It's just after the Chick's tracts dude has 'experienced' the cross dressing cosplay guy/gal and he's looking for some form of rationale.
I think I've found you a loophole. Leviticus only says that you can't lay with mankind as you would with womankind. Technically as long as you keep taking it up the ass from women with penises I don't think it's actually a sin. See? you're not laying with mankind and womankind in the same way.
Ghastly's Ghastly comic open minded people only.
Well a couple of comments about the tackiness and I had to post a shot of the cover. This time taken with my digital camera, which does a better job than the phone on showing the brighness of the red.
I have two of them at my desk at the moment. I feel all geeky.
I took delivery of two shiny new acer Ferrari laptops yesterday. I'm getting solaris working on them. It's a 64bit AMD processor so I'll be having some fun with it.
Well the housemate arrived back yesterday. Due to a colossal communication breakdown I went out to the Airport twice yesterday. And me with a hangover. I shouldn't have... really.
Well, it's about 1am on sunday night and I can't sleep. I have a course starting at 9am tomorrow so I need to make what time I'll have available count. We're going to be using proper machines so I can take advantage of the lull in the course.
It's not like the project management course.
I'm still hungover from Saturday so I decided to not go out to drink with the wookie in the foggy. He's not been in the country since the smkoking ban came into effect; I wonder how he'll take it?
This turned up in my inbox; names have been removed to protect the innocent
What is the best way to recover data from a set of mirrored disks if you're not sure how they were actually mirrored? One of our machines here started having hard disk problems after the power cut last friday, and eventually it titally dies and had to be relaced. The machine has a set of SCSI external disks daisy-chained off it, which were mirrored. Thing is, all the mirroring info was on the hard disk that is now my paperweight, so I'm not sure what bits were on what disks/slices.
Hasn't anyone heard of redundant copies of the metadata database... stored on at least one disk of every controller? In my case I also have my metadata configuration printed up and stuck to the side wall of the cubicle, as well as backed up on my network accessible home directory. Paranoid? well, lets just say It keeps what remains of my hair in place.
It's like trying to find the grail. Except that the end result of this is more likely to be ulcers than enlightenment.
Arglebargle. It's all about the housemate.
Hi Jim, it looks like you're having problems with your display. Let's see, the screen itself seems OK, so it's probably a loose connection on the box.
Turns out that the graphics card wasn't seated correctly on the motherboard, wasn't screwed in either. All the jiggling had loosened it, and then it simply refused to work.
ten minutes of sweating and reseating later it was all up and working correctly, but by God I was sweating like a pig with the worry over having fried the card by jiggling it incorrectly.
Let that be a lesson to me... never touch another man's graphics card. It reminds me of that sexist Harry Enfield sketch about cars and women...
I have the sinking feeling that my housemate has fled the country just before everything comes together for his big drinks deal. If that's the case then I think I may be moving house within the week as there is no way on the planet I'm going to be around when the Gardaí and the Customs and Ex(er)cise people are bashing in the door to get what's theirs.
The joys of living with a wheeler dealer.
Anyone from our group notice that Jonothan from the Guild in London looks really similar to Josh Ritter? I was just looking at the Hello Starling record and he seems quite similar.
I am so tired at the moment. I was at John and Marina's handfasting which was held on Friday evening so I had an 8 hour trip down the country to get to dingle. It would have taken 6 hours if I could drive all the way down the country, but someone in the car was ill with the 'flu and wanted breaks in the journey.
The handfasting itself didn't start until later in the evening (about 9.15), and was quite a bit of fun for everyone. I was shattered and fell asleep around the 1.30 - 2am mark. The journey and the long hours in the office all added up.
The Saturday consisted of a long walk (5 hours) in the intermittent sun. I had put on sunblock before I left the house, but surprise surprise I missed a few spots and got burned. Only noticed it the next day, but jeez I have to take more care with this - I never got burned as a child so something has changed with the sunshine.
Saturday evening was more beer and food and music until about 1.30 in the AM.
Sunday I had to get up and drive to Castleisland to visit the folks. Of course I forgot that they go to 10.30 mass in the morning so I messed up the arrival time until just 10am, so they left about 15 minutes after I got there.
Needing to pick some people up from Dingle again, I turned tail and headed back there. In case you're wondering this adds up to between 2.5 and 3 hours driving for the morning alone.
We started the trek back to Dublin about 1.40 in the afternoon, and had an hour stop off in Castleisland so I could show the parents what a handfasting looked like as well as to put up the family face for that aprt of the month. It being hte third time I got to Kerry in the last month I'm getting really tired of all the trips up and down the country. It's 9 hours up and back again which tends to add up on the shoulders and back.
so I got in the door of the house and pretty much fell asleep within minutes of hitting the pillow. I am still tired today and it's two days later.
Then my portable Hard Drive died... less than 12 hours after it was loaned to one of the housemates.
