Quote of the Day
“Screw that… Get your own gift card.” – My Roommate
“Screw that… Get your own gift card.” – My Roommate
I’m starting to get a little punchy from all this grading.
I’m considering wiping joey.home.local and doing a Debian 4.0-stable installation instead of Slackware. Why?
No, I’m asking.
All I know is I’m looking for apt-style maintainability. Plus, I don’t like messing with default Slackware standards, like Sendmail and Apache 1.x. Debian wouldn’t give me these problems.
Debian’s default Postfix build uses a chroot jail, so that would have to go (I’m amazed Debian’s default preference goes so adamantly against the preferences of the software’s principal author).
Anyway, I’m thinking it would be a good little project, especially a VMWare mockup.
I started penning this list in class last night. I think it sums up most of the key MBA stuff (both academic and practical wisdom) I’ve learned over the past two years:
What in the heck is up with a program that has a settings page that bugs the living crud out of you if you change one setting? If you run non-default security settings in IE 7, it won’t even show your stupid start page when you start the application.
When I try to download a file from OU’s course management system, it blocks the download and makes me navigate all the way back to the file from the opening page of the system EVERY TIME I have to download, then it won’t save the setting.
Fox News just ran the most appalling obit peace I could ever imagine about Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
So, to counteract that horrible karma, my profound sympathies to his family.
I have this problem on my Toshiba laptop only on the OU wireless network. A cool $5 if someone can ever explain to me why.
Given that I know a bit about HTTP, it’s a little confounding to me.
As announced in a mutual screaming episode by myself and EZ-E, Matisyahu has fallen out of favor with the crew. He quite clearly sold out, and — while one must write any artist a pass for coming up a little yellow-bellied on a live album — it will be hard to accept this particular act back into the fold.
I was farting around with the videos on my MCE computer, and I pulled up “King Without a Crown” for old time’s sake. The more I thought about it, the more I have cause to thank Matisyahu for his brief pirouette on the stage of popular music:
I imagine myself lounging in a rocking chair, somewhere around 70 years old. My grandkid comes into the room, bumping some robotically-generated trance-world-adult-contemporary-fusion song on a plutonium-powered 15 kW ultra-HD stereo system.
He or she looks up, turns off the VR goggles and says “Grandpappy, have you heard anything this whack before in your life?” (“Whack” is still in the vernacular at this point.)
I smile, turn off my VR goggles, and say the words I have been waiting to say for a number of decades:
“That’s nothing. You see, when I was in my Hasidic reggae rap period…”
So, thanks Matisyahu. You gave me a weird form of music that I used to like.
I found my ring, which is great. Plus, it wasn’t any failure of the greater human race; rather, it simply fell into a very deep, inconvenient pocket within my computer bag.