A little late with this, but my little bride and I enjoyed our week of stay-at-home housework so much that we have proclaimed the week that includes April 15th to be the official Bundy FunDays, and plan to make it an annual event.
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[stags]Life, vacation, work[/stags]
My little bride and I continue to have the vacation of our dreams. Today, the storage under the stairs got tweaked up from our last little foray. The trash bags are on the curb. What’s left is shelved, organized, and cataloged. Far too much junque remains, but we can at least find it. The better to fill trash bags with the next time.
Enjoy, tomorrow’s only Tuesday. First beer break at 11AM.
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[stags]Work, Life, vacation[/stags]
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]
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!
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[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.
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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.
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[stags]Life[/stags]
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One more week in my shabby cubicle in a nondescript building in a nondescript industrial park. The next week, it’s an Al Bundy vacation of sorts. My little bride and I plan to give our townhouse a good dunging-out and rearranging.
For the first time, we’ll rent a space from Public Storage or somesuch like place, and move valuable dreck from our house to there1. I never thought I’d pay to have crap stored. But we need the space, and that dreck we store will hopefully grace another house, in a land far away from Northern Virginia, at some later time.
In the interim, we’ll have a nice, tidy, and neat place. That’s my story, anyhow,
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[stags]NorthernVirginia, life, work[/stags]
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The West Virginia trip was a 100% authenticated blast. Our host and hostess are about as laid back as we are; we were shown our room, bathroom, location of such things as coffee, etc, and told to make ourselves at home. And we did.
Last night, we had the traditional beer drinking, grilling, bocce ball playing, fireworks watching experience. SWMBO and I left for the trip back to NoVA around noon or so today, and were one turn from our homestead when work butted in intervened. So I got a half-day vacation, my phone assistance to coworkers counting as an official time at bat and all.
We also broke in our new GPS device, to see how it behaved in semi-familiar territory. The digitized female GPS voice has been named Diana. I didn’t heed her U-turn advice where there was no place nor need to execute such a maneuver, but other than that, she did a stand up job.
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I have a colleague, good friend, and beer-drinking buddy who returns to work today after a Caribbean cruise. For the last week, he’s dined lavishly, basked in the sun, and enjoyed delicious tropical beverages.1
He called me last night, to see how things are going at work. I assured him the place is the same cluster-eff it’s been since time immemorial, and that he would still recognize the place.
So, my and the workplace’s goal for today is to make him forget he’s ever had a vacation.
I mean, what are friends for, if not for encouragement?
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