I have a horrible feeling that if you found all my posts where I'd gone off on one about the awfulness of computers, you'd also find companion pieces that mostly read 'S'alright. Fixed it.' that arrived a couple of days later ( Read more... )

One of the things that I'm doing at work is hacking on our VM-build rig so that is it less terrible to use. [1] Coincidentally, there's some network-fondling going on that will make it 'trivial'(tm) to do IPv6 on the servers. So I have this medium-sized chain of VMs and config running on the Xen cluster in the basement and fucking hell has it been ( Read more... )

There's a Dilbert strip (It was on the back of Computing, it was apposite, so in accordance with prophecy I cut it out and affixed it to the side of my cube next to the picture of a flowerpot in a broken bog) that featured the PHB failing to choose a password ( Read more... )

Since it's been really quite pleasant out, I went for a bit of a potter. (After having a good prune of the garden. You can do your own 'Trimming my bush' jokes, I'm sure.)

( All a bit widescreen )

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That was tediously careless.

In a fit of recently-massaged enthusiasm, I must have done something unfortunate to my lower back. Transition between the states of chairbound slump and pottering about is somewhat painful and that pottering is closer to a shambling junkie shuffle.

Bum. And yea even thrice bum.