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Yarr!

September 19th is Talk Like a Pirate Day. Here's my pirate name:



Bloody William Rackham




Every pirate lives for something different. For some, it's the open sea. For others (the masochists), it's the food. For you, it's definitely the fighting. You have the good fortune of having a good name, since Rackham (pronounced RACKem, not rack-ham) is one of the coolest sounding surnames for a pirate. Arr!

Get your own pirate name from piratequiz.com.
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You wouldn't like me when I'm angry

I've decided to do something here that I call "Don't Anger the People who Control Your Technology". I've had many instances where this line comes to me, and one happened today.

First, I must set the stage: I put in over 12 hours on Saturday and Sunday to get about 200 computers ready for a new deployment to our sales floor. Yesterday, my team was here until midnight getting them on desktops and plugging them in.
(So I'm already overworked and cranky)

Today, the sales people were supposed to be off the sales floor from noon to three. We decided to use this time to get each machine ready for use. We log in, make sure everything works, and leave it ready for them to log in.

We're chugging along, and I sit at one desk, and the girl who sits there runs up. "Hey, dude. I have a call at exactly 2 o'clock, so you'd better be out of that seat." (Ok, I'm cranky, but she was flat out rude. Sorry I'm using my lunch hour to set up your new computer, jerk)

I look at my watch. It's ten to two. I decide not to push it and walk away. I do notice on her phone that her name is S. Hunt. (the phones talk to a server that gets the person's name)

At this point, I have half a mind to do a software reboot on her phone at around 2:08, so she loses the sale, but I decide to be nice.

I go back to my desk and tell some of my friends what happened, and one suggests I change her name to a dirty word. (changing the name does a reboot on the phone, too)

I wonder how much that sale was worth to her.....

Members Only

Ok, I have to address a rising trend I'm seeing in the blogging world: Invite-only blogs. Blogger has an option where only people you invite are allowed to read your blog. Many of my friends have started doing this, meaning that I have to sign in to get updates.

Why are we doing this. Are you so afraid of letting the world see what you write? Are you so vain that you think your high school stalker might find it and use it to track you down? Are you actually in the Witness Relocation Program?

And don't comment on this giving me crap about spam comments, either. You can turn on comment management so that only the comments you choose actually get posted.

Me, I know that probably 3 or 4 people actually read this thing, and if you're not one of those (semi) regulars, I still don't care.

Communication

What he said about the date:
She gave me a look that either said “I’m confused and offended” or “I’m just seconds away from ripping my pants off.
” [It should be noted that this is the look that, in my mind, every woman everywhere constantly wears on her face at all times.]


What she said about the date:
"He kept staring at my forehead and it was really creepy"


I owe the male comment to cracked.com, but it is still true, nonetheless.