Since Lorien's been out of town this week, I've been watching Buck Rogers on Hulu. I finished it last night, but couldn't get over the hilarity of the penultimate episode, Testimony of a Traitor.
I won't go in to details, but a ship is chasing Buck and Wilma, and his weapons interface looks like this:
Futuristic or not, that's a pretty cavalier attitude toward combat!
Ran across How It Should Have Ended recently, and thought I'd share this one:
Today's Woot podcast resounds in my soul. You can hear it here if you like.
Everyone that's seen a pigeon raise your hand.
Now, everyone that's never seen a baby pigeon lower your hand.
Notice how few hands are left up? Why is this, you ask? Lacking better scientific evidence, let me explain it by asking two more questions:
Have you ever seen a fat pigeon? Yes? Okay, ever see one so fat it couldn't fly? No?? Of course not!
Pigeons are like amoebas in that they reproduce asexually. You see, when a pigeon reaches a certain size after gorging itself on fattening tourist fare, it splits into two smaller, hungrier pigeons. This is why you see so many at heavily-trafficked tourist destinations like Piazza San Marco in Venice. It also explains that, while you may see a few corpulent pigeons, you'll never see one so morbidly obese that it cannot fly.
I thought I had a copy of this lying around, but couldn't find it anywhere, so I had to go find it again. This kind of humor cracks me up:
Today I welcomed a new SQL admin into the club. The club of royally screwing something up by accident. Because, be honest, you're not really an admin until you've made a really huge mistake and had to get help to fix it.
Brownie points go out for:
- Admitting it quickly
- Saving a screenshot
- Not crying
"Goodbye" in Mandarin Chinese is: "881." You'll have to get a Chinese-speaking person to explain that to you though.
Tonight Wes, Lorien, and I went out for slurpees to celebrate Lorien's birthday, and to break up a 50 round Mario Party 8 game on the Wii. The 7-11 employee was new, but he was cool. He mentioned Lorien and I didn't have the anodized aluminum slurpee straws like Wes did. Wes mentioned he had to drill out the lid to fit the straw down, and the employee said "I just trached mine"—it was awesome.
PS Slurpee in Chinese is 思樂冰: Ponder Happiness Ice
We went to dinner last night with Ellie and Gwen (Ellie's daughter). Ellie's husband Wade was using our 'net connection at home to teach an online seminar. Ellie, Gwen, and Lorien were waiting for me at the restaurant, and when I arrived I was sorely tempted to tell the hostess "I'm meeting my wives here for dinner" just to see what her reaction would be.
I resisted, but only barely.
Last week my boss had a problem with the docking port in his laptop. When I connected it to another docking station, we got the same results and quickly concluded that the problem was the laptop itself and not the docking station. So we called Dell and got a technician on the line. Now, unlike most times, I got a good tech right off, and he quickly realized I was a technical person and in under 3 minutes had concluded the same thing I had—a bad motherboard. He set us up with a replacement and a technician to come out and replace it. This all happened on Friday.
Today when he got in, his docking station wasn't working. Fearing that the station he has at home was somehow frying the port on the laptop's motherboard, I ran down to his office with the docking station I have to test it out. I saw all the cables unplugged, and thought he did that in anticipation of me bringing the other station down. Fortunately, that was not the case. We'd never reconnected the power to his docking station after testing it last week.
Today's tech support troubleshooting lesson: Even if it sounds stupid, ask if it's plugged in first.
I'm working on installing a copy of Intel's VTune performance analyzer on the current release version of Ubuntu. I fetched the kernel sources and was perusing the Makefile when I ran across the kernel name: Erotic Pickled Herring. WHAT YOU SAY!! (Gratuitous AYBABTU reference here)
Anyway, this lead me to a a list of Linux kernel names. Honestly, I have a hard time picking my favorite!
If I get over 500 iPhone crash logs generated in one year, at least some of them can be entertaining:
ate bad food, hehe.
Coworker 1: I think that's a ladder.
Coworker 2: Yeah.
Coworker 3: It's a kayak, I've never seen anyone put a rudder on a ladder.
FTW!
Sarah, one of my cow-orkers, pointed out a funny comment on a web forum:
The difference between this post and my previous one is that this guy doesn't pretend to be a journalist.
Today's pictures for sad children is funny.