After a long hiatus… I’m back bitc*es

It’s been a long time since I posted anything on here, not that I have regular readers. Most of mine, from what I understand have subscribed to my feed, anyways…

My laptop was dropped and the wireless stopped working for about a week. After trying hard to not fix it, I opened it up to see that the wireless card had come loose. Fixed that and in the process reinstalled XP on my machine. This brings to me my recent fetish. Microsoft Virtual Server 2005 R2 is free beeches. I am now running FC4 on my office desktop and pretty soon, I will have a copy on my laptop. Sorry Dushy, I know I am an MS Whore.

Moving on, the XBOX 360 has not been helping. After a couple of weeks of trying and sharing the controllers with my roomies, I finally managed to beat NFS Underground 2. And to be honest, I think the game SUCKS. But the 360 is awesome, the two best features are that you can turn on/off the console using just the controller, daddy does not need to walk to the console anymore and with a Windows XP SP2 machine on the same network, you can let your 360 play music and show pics from the computer with the help of a little plugin. I think that is awesome.

Image from http://planetf1.com

So the Ferrari team had two DNF’s in OZ. I was kinda pissed. Started watching the race halfway thro’ and into my second lap of catching up, Schumi crashed into the wall. He could be the greatest driver still working, but he is human. And damn, did you see Massa, he was sandwiched and in the process took out rosberg. The coolest part of the OZ grandprix was Buttons blown engine on the last lap. I was so reminded of Hakkinen’s blown tire on the last lap, the race that Schumi won.

Image from http://planetf1.com

I still stand by my predictions. Ferrari will take the constructors championship, Schumi will will the title and stay on at Ferrari. Alonso and Raikonnen will fight it out for the second place.

And about April fools, I remember this prank from a few years ago, when I sent this email to my then boss.

Just to let you know, I was working in a university as a Sys. Admin. and my Chair’s name happened to be Baker.

So read on and I don’t know the author of this letter, but if you do, please let me know. I would like to credit him and until next time, take care, have fun, be safe and DO NOT drink and drive.

Letter of Resignation

Date: Tue, 7 May 2002 14:15:27 -0400

Mr Baker,

As an employee of an institution of higher education, I have a few very basic expectations. Chief among these is that my direct superiors have an intellect that ranges above the common ground squirrel. After your consistent and annoying harassment of my co-workers and myself during the commission of our duties, I can only surmise that you are one of the few true genetic wastes of our time. Asking me, a network administrator, to explain every little nuance of everything I do each time you happen to stroll into my office is not only a waste of time, but also a waste of precious oxygen.

I was hired because I know about Unix, and you were apparently hired to provide amusement to myself and other employees, who watch you vainly attempt to understand the concept of “cut and paste” for the hundredth time. You will never understand computers. Something as incredibly simple as binary math still gives you too many options. You will also never understand why people hate you, but I am going to try and explain it to you, even though I am sure this will be just as effective as telling you what an IP is. Your shiny new iMac has more personality than you ever will. You walk around the building all day, shiftlessly looking for fault in others. You have a sharp dressed useless look about you that may have worked for your interview, but now that you actually have responsibility, you pawn it off on overworked staff, hoping their talent will cover for your glaring ineptitude. In a world of managerial evolution, you are the blue-green algae that everyone else eats and laughs at.

Managers like you are a sad proof of the Dilbert principle. Seeing as this situation is unlikely to change without you getting a full frontal lobotomy reversal, I am forced to tender my resignation, however I have a few parting thoughts.

1. When someone calls you in reference to employment, it is illegal to give me a bad recommendation. The most you can say to hurt me is “I refer not to comment.” I will have friends randomly call you over the next couple of years to keep you honest, because I know you would be unable to do it on your own.

2. I have all the passwords to every account on the system, and I know
every password you have used for the last five years. If you decide to get cute, I am going to publish your “favorites list”, which I conveniently saved when you made me “back up” your useless files. I do believe that terms like “Lolita” are not usually viewed favorably by the administration.

3. When you borrowed the digital camera to “take pictures of your mothers b-day”, you neglected to mention that you were going to take pictures of yourself in the mirror nude. Then you forgot to erase them like the techno-moron you really are I assure you that those have been copied and kept in safe places pending the authoring of a glowing letter of recommendation. (Try to use a spell check please; I hate having to correct your mistakes.)

Thank you for your time, and I expect the letter of recommendation on My desk by 8:00 am tomorrow. One word of this to anybody, and all of your little twisted repugnant obsessions will be open to the public. Never screw with your systems administrators, because they know what you do with all your free time.

Sincerely Yours

Jack Cook