Dale the Movie airs on CMT1 on Tuesday, Sept 4, at 8PM Eastern. Preview show at 7PM, featuring Brooks& Dunn2.
We’ll laugh, we’ll smile, we’ll cry.
Gentlemen, arm your Tivos. Mine already is.
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Man, I don’t know what it is about the East Coast1, but the New Haven CT Police department has a solid entry for “Chickenshit of the Year”, for summoning a massive response to a running group who marked their course with flour. The group is named the Hash House Harriers, who according to the article, are
a worldwide group that bills itself as a “drinking club with a running problem.”
Heh. Sounds like a great club to me. Except for the running.
They spread some flour around their proposed route, and, again from the article:
inadvertently caused a bioterrorism scare.
How do you “advertently” cause a bioterrorism scare? Evidently by having the New Haven Police sound an alarm, summoning help from far and wide, evacuating the Ikea in whose parking lot the offending flour had been sprinkled. When the dreaded flour people heard about the incident, they rode their bikes to the Ikea, told the cops it was flour, and were charged with a felony for their civic-mindedness.
The flour people have spread flour in parking lots across the country; but only New Haven was addled and paranoid enough to press the big terror panic button. New Haven also plans to seek restitution from the flour people for the police time. Someone has to pay for the screw-up, after all.
Finally, there’s this choice bit from a spokesman for the New Haven Mayor:
“You see powder connected by arrows and chalk, you never know,” she said. “It could be a terrorist, it could be something more serious. We’re thankful it wasn’t, but there were a lot of resources that went into figuring that out.”
Umm, didn’t the perpetrators tell the cops what the material was? Otherwise, I think the cops would still be investigating.
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In the best news the Bill of Rights has had in a while, Attorney General Alberto Gonzales resigned today. He is at least guilty of being an incompetent and ineffective manager.
When CNN first broke the story, their “informed sources” mentioned DHS Secretary Michael “Gut Feeling” Chertoff, another major league Administration lickspittle, as a replacement. This rumor seems to have cooled; I hope that indicates that he won’t be nominated for the next AG.
I never thought I’d say it, but Gonzo made John “I Lost an Election to a Dead Guy” Ashcroft look like an absolute beacon of freedom and justice. I just hope that whoever the next AG is, we won’t be sitting around pining for the “Gonzalez Era.” Don’t laugh; it could happen.
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Guess what I came home with tonight?
The stinking on-call pager. The junior putz admin who was scheduled for the duty was a no-show today; turns out today was his AWS1 Day.
He neglected to note his AWS day on the group calendar; he didn’t call, stop by to pick up the pager, or a damn thing. This breaks two codes of the sysadmin:
This is the same mope who called me at home at 3am a few weeks back; he was in a bind. I helped.
When next he needs help, my recollection of what to do, not to mention my willingness to help, will be in inverse proportion to the vividness of my recollection of his antics today.
-k-
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Freedom being defined as getting rid of the stinking on-call pager, in this case. I wish real freedom came as easily.
-k-
With Labor Day a scant week away, I’m taking this coming Friday off to attend to domestic chores. The thought of a 4 day weekend appeals, the drudgery of the chores notwithstanding.
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The new laptop, gypsy, is an absolute hoot to use. I took it for its initial road shakedown on the last Search for America Tour a month back. I also took the trusty Mac Powerbook, since I knew its capabilities and functionality. Hauling two laptops being a huge PITA and all, I resolved to condense the laptop cartage on future road trips to a single unit, and have been working to outfit gypsy to fit the bill.
So I needed some things that I’ve used on the Mac from the git-go:
Some of these are obvious no-brainers, others had choices; here’s what I’m running now:
In addition, I went with a Sprint wireless broadband adapter, which is cool enough to warrant its own post, and which will provide me blog fodder for my next blogging dry spell.
-k-
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I slept in a bit yesterday morning, after being up late on Friday to help facilitate application patching on some work machines.
On awakening, I make a trip to the coffee maker for a mug of hot caffeinated jumpstart. In mid-staircase, I heard the ring of the stinking on-call pager. Cuppa’ joe in hand, I plop myself down in the tbbs headquarters Captain’s chair, and call the indicated number. One of the application folks had a runaway application1, and wanted me to stop the recalcitrant process. A scripted kill -9 later, and I’m enjoying my coffee, with a promise I’ll stand by in case they have any further problems. They restarted their app, their life was good, and the lady I was talking to thanked me profusely, and said “Thanks, baby doll.”
Suppose she knew I was still in my bedclothes while I was helping her out?
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I absolutely detest having the stinking on-call pager. This was my week in the barrel; it’s been reasonably quiet, but it’s always unsettling; I don’t sleep as well as normal, I have to have the company-issued POS Winders laptop handy, and generally the problems that arise involve failed backups, about which I am blissfully and reasonably ignorant. My answer to failed backups goes something along the lines of “Hope it works next time.” This may sound like a BOFH response, but by the time it is noted that a backup failed, we’re outside the backup window anyhow, so you determine what happened, fix anything needed, and wait until the next go-round.
I have about 18 more hours until I can hand this device off to the next poor schlub in the rotation. I hope it’s quiet in the interim.
-k-
A new flavor of Ben & Jerry’s Ice Cream has arrived on the scene: Creme Brulee.
Sorry my HTML expertise and general sloth preclude the adding of the little hats and accents atop the letters in creme brulee.
Never mind; this stuff is awesome; it’s simply described as Sweet Custard Ice Cream with a Caramelized Sugar Swirl.
I’d have put a picture of the carton on this post, but their lousy Flash-enabled site forbids me from saving the graphics.
So here’s the deal; head to your local store; buy it and try it. If you like it, buy more. If you don’t, pack it in dry ice and FedEx it to me next day air. We simply can’t let this flavor go to the Graveyard of Departed Flavors, which B&J feature on their website.
And even SWMBO, Ms. “I don’t like desserts”, loves it.
-k-
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