Apparently it's true what's underneath the kilt.
30 November, 2002
29 November, 2002
I then spent about six hours unpacking stuff, moving things around, and putting books on shelves here at the new place. So I present to you, pictures of the new place, plus, some images of my cat. Enjoy!
And let me just say, I am fucking tired. I still have to unpack the kitchen, as well as most of the study. But the living room is livable, as well as the bedroom. Tomorrow will be the fun of buying apartment supplies. And a haircut. Exciting life, huh?
27 November, 2002
25 November, 2002
Oh hey, I'm back in the land of the living (read: internet access). Comcast brought me my cable modem, and activated my all my cable stuff this morning. I'll still be in out over the next few days, driving down to Hampton, driving to the old house, moving boxes, cleaning, eating Thanksgiving dinner, et cetera. But at least I can check my e-mail from the comfort of my own home again.
21 November, 2002
After two weeks and one day, I have my work-computer back. Huzzah!
I'm still trying to get things back to normal, and re-install all of my illicit software. Oddly, all of my Mozilla bookmarks showed up after I installed it. Really makes me wonder what all is being stored in my roaming profile. Although this would probably explain the several hours of hard disk thrashing that goes on every Wednesday.
Best of all, they got everything working again just in time for my vacation. Whoo hoo!
19 November, 2002
Apparently, today I woke up on Bizarro world!
The decision represents a clear legal triumph for Ashcroft, who has aggressively attempted to implement new procedures governing Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act (FISA) wiretaps and search warrants, which are never revealed to suspects and are approved by a special court that meets in secret at Justice Department headquarters.
I can't be the only person who sees a problem with this. I mean, secret courts? What the fuck is this?! The Gestapo? The Inquisition?
...certainly come close?! What do you mean, close? This is the law of the land and the constitution of our fucking country you're traipsing all over. There's no room for CLOSE.
18 November, 2002
Just so everyone knows, I'm not going to be online much this next week, if even at all. Cable (and phone) at the townhouse are being cut off today, and my new cable service starts next Monday. (And for the next three months, a heck of a deal, I might add). So, if you need to get in touch with me, call my cell or send some e-mail.
An entire week without cable or internet access. I would spend the time reading, but most of the books are already packed away. Irony can be pretty ironic.
17 November, 2002
- Smoke a cigarette
- Talk with an outrageous accent
And that's pretty much it. Rie Rasmussen looked pretty damn good, although every inch a fashion model (skinny, exposed and vacant). Rebecca Romijn-Stamos had a horrid French accent, and really, really needed a cheeseburger. Or two. I've seen less ribs at a North Carolina BBQ.
16 November, 2002
I keep seeing these advertisements for MSN 8.0, like it's the greatest thing since sliced bread. (Featuring a man in the gayest costume I have ever seen.) But what amuses me is how they compare themselves to AOL 8.0, and naturally assure the viewer that MSN is the superior product.
I don't know. Comparing MSN to AOL is kind of like comparing a stroke to an aneurysm. Sure you can survive one, but why put yourself through the experience?
15 November, 2002
There's a really great skit by The State, about threatening the president. The premise is that anyone who said the phrase "I'm going to kill the president" was immediately whisked away by a group of secret service agents, never to be seen again.
Sadly, they weren't that far off. In an article from Salon:
The jist of the article is that yes, the Transportation Safety Administration does keep a "blacklist" of about 1,000 people who are not allowed to fly, because they are a "threat to aviation". Rumours abound that there is a second (and who knows, maybe a third or fourth) list of people that, while not prohibiting them from flying, subjects them to unnecessary harassment when trying to board the plane.
Other threats to aviation I would like to see blacklisted:
- Drunk pilots
- Inexperienced pilots
- Disgruntled mechanics
- Unpleasant flight attendants
- Airlines that don't pay their employees a livable wage
- Children who haven't been sedated for their flight
- The fat and/or smelly bastard that is in the seat next to me
Oh look, some nice men in black suits are h
13 November, 2002
12 November, 2002
This test seems to think I have a few loose screws. Crazy, huh?
(a partial list)
- Fingernail clippers
- Chewing while the mouth is open
- Pretty much anything bathroom related
- Gilbert Gottfried
- People talking right outside my office door. Loudly. For an extended period of time.
- People attempting to carry on a coversation through a closed door.
- People who don't realize that the walls in this building are extremely thin, and I can hear just about every-fucking-thing they say.
- Looking puzzled over something that's not really difficult
- Microwave popcorn, burnt
- Anyone else's cigarette smoke
- Farts, especially those that people have tried to hide
- Doritos Corn Chips (plain)
- Drivers who insist on trying to get as far ahead as possible before merging onto an exit ramp.
- Politics and politicians
- FOX's inability to show their complete prime-time, Sunday evening line-up
08 November, 2002
Wednesday, my regular computer at the office died. Nothing like booting the machine and seeing Disk I/O error: Status = 00001000. Naturally, I call the wonderful people at our help desk, and after about 10 minutes of explaining what the problem is, and that I can't do anything as it stands, they agree that someone needs to come out and fix the machine. Well, duh.
So I've been stuck on various other machines throughout the office for the last two days. Which is a pain. One, I have to move to various stations, and constantly run into the other people in my office. Literally, run into them. There's just not enough space for people to move around a lot. Two, no other machine has all of the software that I had been using. One of the nice things about being here for 2.5 years is that I've managed to get my computer set up just the way I want it, unauthorized software and all.
What occurred to me this morning, though, is that JCON (the people what handle our computer stuff) will naturally try to re-image my machine. Thus destroying hundreds of useful data files on my drive. Assuming, of course, my drive works at all.
I meant to bring in my toolkit this morning, so I could take the drive out of my computer, put it into another computer, copy the necessary data and put everything back to normal. Of course, I forgot the toolkit. But, after cannabilizing some cables from one computer, I was able to hook the IDE drive of my computer to the secondary channel on our lab computer. And let me tell, it's a pain in the ass getting an IDE cable to stretch from one computer to another. They did, however, remind me of a wonderful moment on The Simpsons, where Bill Clinton and Bob Dole are walking down the street together, holding hands.
"If you can think of a more efficient method to transfer long protein strands, we would love to hear it."
So anyways, this is why I need to bring my camera to work. The little moments like this.
P.S.: I was able to get my data from the drive, so it's not completely hosed. Hopefully I can get the JCON monkey to install Win2000 instead of NT4 whenever he or she finally shows up.
05 November, 2002
High school football player is given a two-day, in-school suspension for kissing his girlfriend on the forehead. I think public displays of affection are pretty damn irritating, but this is taking things a bit too far:
"We run a strong academic environment in which kissing is not an activity that needs to take place in the school building," he said.
Yeah, you never know. It might just lead to the sex!
This, however, is a bit of an overreaction on the student's part:
On second thought, maybe it's not overreaction. Odds are, high school will pretty much be this kid's salad days. And fond memories of winning some football trophy or breaking some pointless record are all that he will have in 15 years, when he's getting drunk with his buddies after a long day of work at some factory in the middle of Ass Fuck, Georgia. Or shooting the shit with the other employees at Big Earl's Used Car Emporium.
03 November, 2002
Fun with Googlism.
Googlism for: james ness
james ness is the subject of the complaint then please feel free to make a reference to our mr william adam based at our dalbeattie office
james ness is an ottawa freelance writer addressing business and technology issues
james ness is still living
That last one is comforting.
Googlism for: james