A couple of posts back, I mentioned that I was making a trip down to my shabby cubicle, to handle some anomalies with Solaris jumpstarts, wherein root passwords were coming out blank.
I solved the problem, almost trivially, by telling the jumpstart software to set the root passwords, which in my last Friday’s end-of-long-week denseness, I’d neglected to do.
All hands safe; my cohorts can now jumpstart systems at will, while I enjoy the Bundy Fun Days.
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[stags]Life, work, vacation[/stags]
One of the guys in the mainframe group where I work is leaving for greener pastures, after 20 years at this job. As is customary and proper on such occasions, there will be a llittle get-together for the guy. The get-together is announced via an e-mail with a To: list the size of the universe.
And so it was in this case; I’m quoting a little snippet of the mail-o-gram as best as my sometimes erratic memory will allow:
We will be getting together at the Outback, to celebrate mainframe guy’s years of loyal service. We’ll have some drinks from the bar and a selection of light ordure’s ,,,,
Now the guy that wrote the e-mail seems to be engaged with George W, Bush in a daily tag-team ritualistic mauling of the English language, so it wasn’t much of a stretch to replace ordure’s with hors d’oeuvre in the preceding, and all was well. Until one of the group looked up the definition of ordure. Wow. Just wow. I have a new word du’jour for the ages. I can now say, for example, bull ordure, and still be accepted in the finest circles.
We wouldn’t be at this point, had the e-mailer simply used the proper term for such party snackage; that term is known throughout the world as whores de ovaries.
-k-
[stags]Life, work, goofy[/stags]
Our youngest granddaughter turns 7 today. We just called to impress her with our melodious pipes as we sing “Happy Birthday”, but she and her dad are on an emergency run to Toys ‘r Us. We’ll try back later.
She’s a special little gal: the baby, the last grandchild, born on Good Friday. Filipino children are all beautiful, with their dark hair and eyes. She’s no exception. Her siblings have gotten to the age that my little bride and I don’t know what to buy them on birthdays; cash has proven to be the universal antidote for that. Little Tat is still young enough to really make us believe she really likes that yellow dress that Grandpa picked out, or the t-shirt with a frog on it, that Grandma chose.
We’ll have to wait a day or two to hear her gratitude; the box with the aforementioned duds, and a bunch of other cute little outfits, is still in transit. MLB1 and I waited until well past the last minute to do her birthday shopping. Now at 7, she will know what the term belated birthday means. Can’t teach ‘em too young, I always say.
Happy Birthday, Tatiana Cheyenne2!
-k-
[stags]Life, grandkids[/stags]
Today finds me heading southward to my shabby cubicle, to fix up some Solaris jumpstarts. We’re switching to flash archives for provisioning our Solaris boxen, and for some reason, root passwords are coming up unset. Not a Good Thing. I knew this was happening before I left on Friday; it was late, and I just couldn’t deal with it then.
I think I know what I did, and hopefully the fix will be quick, easy, and painless.
The real Al Bundy wouldn’t let such a situation interfere with his vacation; I, however, have a nagging streak of conscientiousness.
So off I go!
-k-
[stags]work, life, vacation[/stags]
As part of the Getting our Shit in one Sock Bundy vacation we’re on, my little bride and I are upgrading the production iMac here at tbbs World HQ.
snowball, our loyal iMac for nearly 7 years, will be replaced with a loaded-up MacMini and an overpriced Apple-icious 20 inch monitor.
Loyal followers1 of the goings-on here already know that I name my computers. The new one is hereby christened tinman. The names steve, his-jobness, and God were already taken, in a decidedly non-DNS debate in which I will not participate.
Joy to the Valley, and joy to the economy. I’ve spent money. Just doing my part, in these trying times.
-k- [stags]tbbs,apple[/stags]
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A Year After Killings Few Question Gun Laws
I question the gun laws.
I question why students at VA Tech were not allowed to carry their own protection.
I question why gun free zones aren’t, except for those with ill intent.
I question how any governmental unit can keep us safe.
I question why freedom for hunters is equated with the right to bear arms.
With of the above, I still grieve for the families of the victims of the VA Tech shootings. This includes the family of the shooter.
There’s no way, on a universal level, to insure such things never happen again. The insurance for each individual is clear, and that is that the Constitutionally granted right to bear arms is an individual right.
-k-
[stags]guns, politics, constitution[/stags]
Even an Al Bundy vacation doesn’t deter me from posting The DirecTV HotPass Lineup for tonight’s under the lights running of the Subway Fresh Fit 500 from Phoenix. And a cut and paste from Jayski later, we have:
Phoenix International Raceway scheduled drivers
(DIRECTV channel, car#, driver)
SD (standard definition) Channels
790, #18-Kyle Busch
791, #88-Dale Earnhardt Jr
792, #07-Clint Bowyer
793, #17-Matt KensethHD (high definition) Channels
795, #18-Kyle Busch
796, #88-Dale Earnhardt Jr
797, #07-Clint Bowyer
798, #17-Matt Kenseth
As soon as I’m allowed to upgrade to HD, I can publish those channels, too. Really. Call my CFO, and work out the details. Please? the number to call is BR-549.
-k-
[stags]NASCAR, HotPass, DirecTV[/stags]
Travels today were to the bank and post office. First destination was to deposit some Final Four checks from my pool winnings. The second, to pick up an O’Reilly book shipment that required a signature.
Missions accomplished:
Tax filing1.
Time off is a Good Thing.
-k-
[stags]Life[/stags]
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To commemorate last night’s Kansas basketball triumph, I’m forsaking my all-black garb for one day only. Today, appearing in a shabby cubicle near you, will be an old man attired in a tasteful white polo shirt, with an understated Jayhawk embroidered on the left breast.
It’s the least I can do. My little bride will do her part by heading to her office pool’s betting window, to claim my winnings in that contest1.
All that, and a boatload of Red Hat systems to upgrade today, and a couple of Solaris boxen to jumpstart.
I’m tired already.
-k-
[stags]Life, Kansas, kujayhawks[/stags]
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