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Being Daddy is being updated again.
Don’t tell Michele I had Der Weinerschitzel for lunch today. I had my hair cut at the stylist she makes me go to these days. Much hair, odd smells, wierd people, and other strangeness. I felt the need to get in touch with my manliness. I felt a chili dog would be just right to recalibrate me from the trip.
The company store is out of Kingdom Hearts. Dang nabbit! I was hoping to score the discount on the game. The girls finally asked for a Playstation game unprompted by me. When I say the girls, I include Michele. She wants Kingdom Hearts too.

Linux Success

At the office, the five day attempt to install Gentoo Linux ended in victory. After giving it a good try, I continued to get a kernel panic upon boot. Our resident hacker, Yoshi, was unable to unfuck it as well. I gave it a shot and I like the idea behind Gentoo, but unless you are already a *nix guru, don’t attempt it.
I pulled out the Mandrake Linux CDs and reinstalled that. Fairly smooth. I struggled a bit the rpmdrake software manager. On a whim I installed the Ximian/Gnome Desktop. I loved the fact that the install was a command line instruction for lynx to run a script remotely. That install was smooth as glass. I then checked out Gnome for the first time in several years. Holy Finland! IT looks great now. Back when I chose side in the great KDE/Gnome debate, Gnome looked terrible. Now it looks great. I played with the Red Carpet software manager. Red Carpet is incredible. It is, dare I say, easier to use than Windows. More today in my quest to get Evolution working as a corporate mail client with our Exchange servers.
I finally got the license for Spam Assassin at work yesterday. I’ve been using it at home and it does a fantastic job of blocking Spam. Hopefully this morning I will find a small Inbox and full Junk Mail folder. It’s well worth the money.
This morning I spent my 30 minutes on the stationary bike in the garage and watched the end of the Better Off Dead DVD. THe movie finished with about 5 minutes left to ride. I was quite pissed off that there were no bonus materials on the disc. What a ripoff! You know there were some good deleted scenes and outtakes from that flick.
The weather here is quite strange. It’s foggy, there is ash falling from the sky due to the fires in the hills, and it’s supposed to hit 90+ degrees today. When does Autumn arrive? I’m ready!
Lastly, there’s a great movie from Ikea. It’s worth the download wait. Click on the TV.

So I know…

So I know I should be working, but what the hell. The fargin plans for the email migration and the latest round of signatures can wait.
So I ask you all if you like the linkage at the top of the page. What response do I get? My mom posts that she likes the old way better. I’m shocked! Mom isn’t down with change? Who would have thunk? Brad walks into my office and says he doesn’t like the link of weblogs on the top. Just two people?
In any case, after looking a few other sites, I realize that my design skills are PATHETIC!
Take a look at Escribitionist, Very Big Blog, and Doc Evil. Go ahead, look. I’m be here when you get back…
See how their shit just sings style and attitude? My stuff sings ‘engineer learning basic CSS’.
Enough bitching, I need to finish up around here.
Lastly, I finished creating my mother’s weblog last night. The URL is supra-sekkrit until she want’s it public. Heaven help us.

Logoisty

It appears that my friend Paul, has taken me at my word and created a couple Cruft logo buttons. Paul roxxors.
I am proud to present them to you, my loyal readers:




Can you better? I doubt it… You are all worthless and weak. It’s not like any of you can run Photoshop or know how to animate graphics…
In other graphic news, I updated Michele’s site with a new graphic. Enjoy.

Shittastic

I came up with a new word today.
Shittastic.
I’m sure others have used it before, but I don’t care. It’s roughly defined as an adjective that describes a noun as extemely shitty.
Common usage would be something like, “I had a shittastic day.”, or, “I’m feeling shittastic.”
Next…
As seen on Metafilter, if you live in Indiana, find this woman and drag her to the police station. I really would like you to beat her senseless, but that could be considered inciting violence. Just get her away from the child.
Next…
Send good mojo to Martin. His computer is having a shittastic day after being infected by a virus. We’re hoping his OS is not completely fuxxored, but it may be. Send your positive mojo.
Next…
A few people have asked for link buttons. As ususal, I have done a shittastic job with my key graphic program, PhotoDeluxe.
Behold:




If you don’t like them, then make me something better.
Lastly before I get up from the computer to get another scotch to counter my shittastic day, here’s a repost from a post I made at Metafilter about Bush’s proposed war on Iraq.
Do you know where Saddam got the VX nerve gas, the anthrax, and his military hardware?
Reagan and Bush sold them to him in the 80s. The goal was to get access to Iraq oil reserves.
Now, Bush & Cheney want access to the Iraq oil reserves again. They can’t buy Saddam off with with more weapons (“It wouldn’t be prudent.”), so then need to invade and let Exxon Mobil, Halliburton, and others get to work.
It’s all about oil.
It’s not about WMD.
It’s not about freedom.
It’s not about UN resolutions.
It’s not about American security.
It’s all about GREED.

I can only hope that America wakes up to the hijacking of our country by Bush/Cheney.
OK, I’m getting up for more scotch and my Blade II DVD now. Later.

Just after lunch

So I was like reading my brother weblog and stuff yesterday, . crookDIMWIT .: Tuesday Tidbits, and I thought that what his did was pretty funny. I asked him to send me the picture of Yoda he had used. I printed out a copy, pasted it to my company ID, and began wearing it around the building. The security in our building, the much storied Pinkerton guards, don’t seem to mind that my picture is that of Yoda.
But today I went to the studio for lunch and had to get past the Disney Security folk. The woman checking IDs did a double take on my ID and said, “That’s not you.” I was forced to remove Yoda and show my real picture. At least someone is on the ball.
After lunch I sat back down at my desk to read this bit of spam in my inbox:
—–Original Message—–
From: Khristina [mailto:magnoliaglv@arsenals.lv]
Sent: Wednesday, September 18, 2002 5:09 AM
To: Inbox
Subject: Ik am be looking
Hallo,
I wanting to meet man from West Europe/North America/Asian?
Men in mine Country not so well.
—–End Message—–
I think it’s fucking hilarious.