Hardware Bug
Posted On Friday, August 27th, 2010 By David Veatch
Wherein the love of hardware kludging is discussed, strange boot messages are relayed, and future server plans sketched in sand.
Drink wine, and you will sleep well. Sleep, and you will not sin. Avoid sin, and you will be saved. Ergo, drink wine and be saved.
Posted On Friday, August 27th, 2010 By David Veatch
Wherein the love of hardware kludging is discussed, strange boot messages are relayed, and future server plans sketched in sand.
Posted On Thursday, August 26th, 2010 By David Veatch
Lots to choose from! Everything must go! Get them while they last!
Posted On Wednesday, August 25th, 2010 By David Veatch
Wherein the virtues of skinny tires and skinny cues is discussed. Also, chaos, knives, fire and Michael Scott.
Posted On Monday, August 23rd, 2010 By David Veatch
Jami saw my PuTTY screen a couple of weeks ago while I was preparing a major home server upgrade. Upon noticing the frantic scrolling green text of a compile in progress (I have my term colors set to mimic the old Apple //e I grew up with), she belted out “What’s that?! What are you doing?! Is that some sort of crazy ‘Logo Rhythm’ thing?!” She’s prone to sudden and unexpected outbursts. It’s her way. One such outburst involved the History Channel. While on the couch together I was watching the History Channel (and it wasn’t about Hitler!) while she and a friend of ours who was sitting on the other couch, were talking about flowers, or butterflies, or ribbons, or some such thing. Upon noticing what I was watching, Jami immediately belted out “Boring!! What is that?!” I couldn’t help but start laughing. As did our friend. As did, or course, Jami. The passion with which she evoked the single word “Boring!” was admirable. Thus, it immediately joined ranks with the many inside jokes we’ve developed over the last two(ish) years. I did not, however, change the channel. This time, having asked with equal passion (and a touch of more »
Posted On Friday, August 20th, 2010 By David Veatch
is an ex-con recently released is looking for casual sex is looking for casual sex with a male is looking for casual sex with a male at 5:30pm this evening does not feel it is necessary to shower prior to this encounter is in construction feels he is able to “open up” with his conversation partner because they have “formed a bond” has never met his conversation partner face-to-face enjoys the effects of alcohol on casual sex with a male enjoys the effects of alcohol on casual sex with a male when he is in the “giving position” enjoys the effects of alcohol on casual sex with a male when he is in the “receiving position” favors tequila does not go “ass-to-mouth” does not mix marijuana and alcohol prefers bowls to pipes or cigarettes is in need of a haircut is unwilling to pay for said haircut believes “friends with benefits” is the most beneficial of all possible relationship scenarios has endured scrotal beatings while incarcerated did not particularly enjoy said scrotal beatings finds watching others involved in group encounters “hysterical” is completely unaware that I can hear every foul word he utters probably wouldn’t care if he knew
Posted On Wednesday, August 18th, 2010 By David Veatch
I went on a ride last night with a friend of mine. We rode about 27 miles around the bulk of a regular route of mine, minus the crazy hills on Johnson Drive just west of Renner. It’s a good thing too. I bonked hard at around mile 18.
Posted On Tuesday, August 17th, 2010 By David Veatch
For the last two nights, Elliott the Cat has been quiet the whole night through. Over the course of the last few weeks, he woke us in the middle of the night with incessant, insistent crying. He was fairly consistent from night to night, making minor adjustments in his timing. First, he cried at 2:30. Then at 3:30. Then 4:30. 5:30 followed. A slight relapse back to 4:30. Then back to 5:30. His best nights had him sounding 8 to 12 meows, followed by a head butt into the door. His worst night was 73 meows. SEVENTY THREE meows in quick succession, and in a variety of tones and volume. That night was about a week ago. Seventy Three. Three score and thirteen. I don’t know… maybe that’s not that many. But I’ve only rarely cohabitated with a cat, and not for very long. That seems a lot to me. But for the last two nights, he’s been quiet. Nary a single “mrrow” has awoken us, and he has apparently determined that the door will not yield to the ministrations of his noggin. In fact, this morning, Jami found him laying next to the door in the hallway, seemingly with more »
Posted On Monday, August 16th, 2010 By David Veatch
It’s taken a while, but we finally took the time to sit down and look through the honeymoon pictures… in the end, with only a very few exceptions, we just put them all up. Enjoy!
Posted On Sunday, August 15th, 2010 By David Veatch
I had some serious issues with my Google Contacts yesterday. Duplicates, triplicates, quadruplicates, quintuplicates, by the Gods, even unto decuplicates there were. Moreover, those that had been cloned were not truly cloned, but merged, munged, and otherwise spliced together with other contact entries in the most perplexing and mystifying (to say nothing of frustrating) ways. To paint an unfortunately inadequate picture… this phone number was placed with that name and another address entirely. That address was truncated and duplicated within the same (but wrong) contact several times over. That name was repeated across a dozen entries, many duplicates, but others different in subtle and aggravating ways. The deeper I dug into it, the more baffled and dejected I became. What had happened? There was no rhyme! There was no reason! There was only chaos where before had been beautiful order! I feared the damage was irreversible, and for one who has taken some measure of pride in a complete and accurate address book (a consequence of the wedding planning), this was sore news indeed. I steeled myself for hours, days, weeks and even months of corrective work. From about 6:30pm until 10:00pm, I worked. My first step was to stop more »
Posted On Wednesday, August 11th, 2010 By David Veatch
A few words on The Squanto and Elliott the Cat