My Horrorscope
Ger your own horrorscope…
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.
Wonderful rationality
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.
You want tacky?
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.
They’re nice
I have two of them at my desk at the moment. I feel all geeky.
Shiny
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.
He’s Back
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.
Pre Monday Bluuues
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?
Everyone needs a laugh
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.
Vanished
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.