White Board Cleaner Fumes

I can't solve it... even after I used the white board cleaner and got crazy high off the fumes. Nothing. No idea. Look it's almost quitting time. I hope my head clears by then!!

"No officer, just white board cleaner..."

Random Typing In December

Yet Another Random Typing Post. I'm just going to let whatever thought pops into my head out for all the world to see. This is glimpse into my brain, or a warning not to read on. Whichever you prefer. Only spell check beyond this point.

I like corn chips. Though I'm not sure what to do with all the dust you accumulate on your fingers when eating them. Seriously, are you suppose to pretend it's not there? Or do you wipe your hand after every chip. I suppose you could lick it off. The 'lick it off' method is okay if it's not a community container but I wouldn't want to share a bowl of chips with a finger licker.

That's a funny name. Finger licker, bet the TSA would pull you over and pat you down if you had that on your ticket. "Johnny 'Finger Licker' Jones".

"Step out of line. Put your hands where I can see them."
"Is there a problem"
"Yea backup, I'm going to need a moist towelette or two."

Moist towelette. A interesting item as well. Are they the base that other products such as wet wipes and counter cleaners stem from? What's with that odor? Is that suppose to be appealing to you?

"Is that a new scent you're wearing Susan?"
"Moist towelette."
"Were did you get it?!"
"At the Coco Channel store. $400 a bottle."

Once the fashion industry gets a hold of something, no matter how stupid, its an instant hit with the super rich. They are a fickle bunch down in Smogland. I think they just like an exuse to spend money.

"Stop everything. The moist towelette is out! We've just discovered corn chip dust! It's all the rage. It moisturizes and covers wrinkles!"

Wow. Back to corn chips. I must be hungry. I suppose I could just dust it off on my pants, but that seems odd too. Oh well. I suppose it's just one of life's little mystery's.

(licking fingers...)

The Three Hour Meeting

"Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful pitch,
That started about lunchtime and caused my eyes to twitch.

The lead was a smarmy sellin' man, Who'd never take a breath
Of the five that sat down in there, only two of us are left. Only two of us are left

The powerpoint show was out of hand, at one hundred ten slides plus
If not for the bastion of my Blackberry, my mi-nd would be mush. My mi-nd would be mush.

The meet-ing ended thankfully an hour over-due, with shaking hands, and "thank you" lies. The projector dead and laptop drained. And ne-ver again, will we go back to....a meeting with Microsoft's rep."

TRON Legacy Prayer

I offer only what I can. A simple prayer for the upcoming TRON Legacy....

Oh please, please, please. Don't suck.

Vader Days

The best Sci-Fi villain of the 80's, who suffered a Lucas induced personality adjustment in recent year, is still my favorite childhood foe. Darth Vader was awesome. A cyborg man with ability to kill a person with his mind and rip HVAC equipment off the walls of Cloud city. He is still a serious bad dude for those of us who recall his menacing form lurking though much of our childhood. In that light I sough out the strangest Vader images I could.

Here is Lord Vader, now appearing for your amusement and general ridicule.
Elvis & Vader

Vader Vs. PiƱata

Catholic Vader

Vader Vs. Porta-Potty

Vader Reading Harry Potter

Vader changing florescent tube in lightsaber

Vader Vs. Elmo

Vader Vs. Leaves

San Francisco Vader

Fiddle Vader

Vader Vs. Luke Skywaker

Smoking Vader

Vader does Deathstar Topiary (Almost embarrassed that I knew that..._)

Lord Vader On Vacation

Hello Kitty Vader

Luke's long lost brother...

It Aways Seems So Simple...

Why is it that things always seem so simple once they're done?

So there I sit in our Network Operations Center, on one of many jet black adjustable bar stools, trying to explain to my boss what has transpired over the last 10 hours.

"So? Is it fixed?" He asks me with obvious trepidation.
"Yea. I finally got it," I say.
"Well? What was it?"
"Oh," I sort of glance around a bit. "It was a check box."
"Yea. Just a single lousy check box."
"10 hours for a check box!?"

It's funny, but once a problem is solved it always seems so incredibly easy. "Oh course, it had to be that!" Why is it never that easy to fix before you spend 10 hours of your life, reading error codes, querying log files, checking application setting and searching fifty two thousand Internet search results for that one glimmer of hope, that will lead you to troubleshooting glory.

After all of that you break down and start over. Wiping out the entire configuration and start over from scratch. You begin only to find that you've also blown away the license file and have no idea where that came from. After a two hour conversation with a Serbian national about the legality of your software product, you are back on the road again.

After several more hours of loading screens and progress bars you arrive at the beginning. There is nothing like running in a circle. You feel like a horse. A stupid animal with a brightly painted number and tiny whip wielding man mounted on your rumpus.

"Why were you whipping me like that?! We're right back where we started! If I had just stood still we would have been the first ones here!!"

This is the climax, the point of defeat. After hours of struggling to solve the issue, you admit that all is lost, and you are no better than a floundering baboon. There is only one course of action that can be taken. You begin to sweat as you wheel yourself over to the the bookshelf and draw the tome from it's dusty holding. You break down and read the 'getting started guide'. This is done stealthy so none of the junior techs can see the senior engineer admitting defeat.

"Wait, what's this? A check box that is required.... How odd."