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Archived Entries from September 2008


Put It On The Booooaaard----YES!

White Sox: 1
Minnesota: 0

We're headed to the playoffs!

Posted: Wednesday, October 01, 2008, 2:10 am
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Kentucky Bluegrass, Featherbed Bent, and Northern California Sensemilia

So a while back my dad played in a charity tournament with three of his rich friends* up at his local community public course, The Village Links of Glen Ellyn. It's like one of the top 10 public courses in the country. I played there with him once. Absolutely gorgeous.

(*Three friends == rich; dad == maybe not quite so much...)

Well, after the round his buddies wanted to stick around and drink afterwards and do the raffle and auction and such that is a part of charity golf outings. Dad had a beer and was ready for bed. So he left them and went home.

His phone rang later that evening--it was his buddies. Turns out dad won a door prize--as many holes of golf he and a partner wanted to play, including a cart. But it had to be in September (off season) and it had to be during the week (even less busy). So Tuesday night I drove up to the burbs and planned for a day of golf Wednesday.

While 36 holes was the initial plan, I didn't think we'd make it, but we did.

We played (horribly) 18 holes in the morning, then he had a snack and I had two beers for lunch, and we went and played another 18 holes in the afternoon. It was a very challenging course, and we didn't play well, to say the least (I'd say we lost right around two cases of golf balls between us...).

But we had a lot of fun.

Thursday morning I got up and drove back home. Of course the redhead was at work and the stinkpots were at school, so I drove the old golf cart down the street and played nine, just to make me feel better about my game, or something.

The cart hasn't been doing well, and I've had to get towed home from Marc a time or two recently, and I was all planning on getting new batteries (to the tune of $60-$120+ each, and I need six of them) . Which sort of irked me because what I want to get is a new cart (mine is a 1973 EZ-GO and I want like a 2002-2006 Club Car, which cost around $2,000). But I can't get a new golf cart, because I got a dog leg instead (golfers--I trust you see the humor in that statement...). But I really don't want to spend $400-$700 on new batteries for a crappy old cart and then buy a new one next year or the year after.

Then it occurred to me. The golf cart batteries aren't "maintenance free" car batteries. They each have three separate chambers and require you to top them off with water. Maybe I was low on water?

Oh boy was I ever! I brought out a plastic 16 ounce cup with me to "top things off" and found that I filled up one chamber of the first battery and the second chamber halfway. Uh, I was going to need more than 16 ounces of water...

So four or five gallons later I had the batteries filled up to where they needed to be. I hooked the charger up, set it to maximum charge, and left it alone.

Well Friday, two days after playing 36 holes in Glen Ellyn, I had to take the dog in for his weekly bandage change and check-up. No problems. Still going to be a few more weeks. Back home we went.

So I went down to the course and played nine holes.

Then at 1:00 they have a scramble that's not run by the course but is sort of a nonchalant laid-back thing that some of the retired folks play in each week. I asked Jesse (one of the bartenders) if I was going to be the only "under 50" player and she assured me that I wouldn't be. Liar. (Not that it matters--I already figured as much).

So I played another 18 holes. (And all on one charge--I'm guessing the batteries are fine, as long as they have water in them....).

We even won the chip-in challenge. What fun!

72 holes of golf in 72 hours. I'm still sore, and it's a few days after the fact.

I have more to write, but I'm pooped. I'll finish this up tomorrow.

I'm trying to be looking "forward" to looking for a new job. Ugh.

Posted: Monday, September 29, 2008, 4:09 am
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There Are Always ... Possibilities

An odd thing happened today after arriving at work.

The boss came in and told me that the funding for my position was being reworked by our beloved government and I'm going to essentially lose my job. Oh really?

What fun.

One might be scared a bit by the news, but I'm really not so much. For starters, I work on a one-year contract that runs from August 15 to August 15. From what I understand, there's nothing anybody can do until that contract ends next year. And I've been here a while, and they have to cover me for a certain number of months anyway, even if the above isn't true. And money going away doesn't mean it goes away next week--nothing related to the government goes that fast.

So I have a nice opportunity now to spend the next 11 months looking for a new job on campus.

And I'm seeing it (for now) as a more-than-glass-half-full opportunity. A good friend of ours who works with my wife's office in an HR-type capacity noted this morning that there are 44 jobs on the electronic job board, and 30 of them are tech-related. I just need to make sure I find the right fit.

This may be the end of grad school, though, even if only temporarily.

I guess I had better dust off the suit, clean the cobwebs off of the CV, and get all my letter writers writing.

This might be a good opportunity to make more money as well, which is always a good thing.

Posted: Monday, September 22, 2008, 6:47 pm
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Speaking of Intelligence

The whole reason I went to start that last post was because I'm watching a show on ABC (?) that is looking into UFO stuff. We've all seen them before. History Channel has them, DIscovery Channel has them, Sci-Fi has them, and the networks occasionally bring them up as well.

Well, and I doubt this is the first time this has been thought of, but it occurs to me that the "Big Bang" happened however long ago, and everything flew "outwards," started cooling off, and, assuming there are any rocks like Earth, started accidentally producing life, which then evolved.

Would we really have advanced alien races flying around out there? Or would whatever other life there is (or may be) be as not-advanced as we are? We can get men to the moon, and probes to Mars, which on a galactic scale are quite close. If there are 1 or 10 or thousands of alien races on Earth-like (or non-Earth-like) planets, that have been in existence for the same time as our third rock from the Sun, wouldn't they then logically be at about the same point in their technological advancements as we are? So little green men flying bajillions of miles and visiting us is as likely as us doing the same thing?

I don't know.

Anyway. Come on, Indians.

Posted: Wednesday, September 17, 2008, 3:05 am
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Extraterrestrial Intelligence

So the redhead and I watched the second episode of Fringe this evening (she fell asleep). It's hailed as the new X-Files, and if there is anything I desperately need, it is a new X-Files. After watching the series premier, and the show tonight, I'm a bit worried. I know that I overuse the term "suspension of disbelief" in my blogging, but I bought into the stuff that Scully and Mulder were dealing with. Weird inbred kids with the mom on a wheel board thing that was kept under the bed? I bought that. Scary. Black oil? Yikes. I wanted to believe.

So far, not quite so much with Fringe. Am I just too cynical in my old age? Maybe. But I started this show wanting to believe like I believed with Fox Mulder.

We'll see. The old man character just isn't believable enough. And the kid that hates his dad (the old man) but who went to MIT and therefore knows everything is a bit much. And while I wouldn't go so far as to say "hot" (because she's not) the lead woman character doesn't do it for me either. Too much time trying to be attractive. While I realize that uber-dorks found Scully (and Deanna Troi, seriously?) attractive, I never have. Scully was a kick-ass agent. She worked with Mulder quite well. Again, I bought it. Gillian Anderson? Not hot. Sorry, geeks.

So we'll see.

Big Bang Theory and The Office start up again soon, and I think Chuck does as well, so I'll bet the new government conspiracy and coverup show will possibly go by the wayside anyway.

In other news.

The redhead and Papa went to see the Illini greats play their first annual alumni scrimmage on Saturday. I'm glad that the rain happened and that Papa went, not only because I really didn't want to go, but it was nice for the redhead to finally have one-on-one time with Papa. They both thoroughly enjoyed the entire show, so good for them.

Come on, Indians, let's put away the Twinkies tonight. The Sox won, so a Twins loss would pad our lead by another game, and our magic number would go down to ten.

The redhead and I stopped by Animal Outfitters in Savoy, Illinois on the way home this evening to get some PetWrap ($1.99 a roll for the four-inch wide kind by 5 yards). The veterinary clinic at the U. of I. has "given" me two rolls of two-inch wide stuff (by like a yard) the past two weeks, and charged me for them both times. Actually, the visit the week after they "gave" me the first roll (to wrap the robodog myself) I said something about being happy that they gave me--I mean, "sold me," I corrected myself--the roll of wrap. The young veterinary student was a bit embarrassed and apologized, and I told her that I'm a university employee and I understand fully and was just being silly (which I was).

Anyway, they keep wrapping his arm in red PetWrap (and "giving" it to me). I joke to the kids that Linus is a Red Sox fan (he's a BOSTON Terrier, duh...). But he's our dog and is black and white and needs to be a White Sox fan. So we got a roll of black PetWrap. Good dogs wear black--just ask Hawk.

I also got neon orange and royal blue. I think when I bring him in on Friday he'll have an all blue wrap with an orange "I" on the side. He's an Illini dog too.

Can anybody believe this? I'm a dog person now. I was going to buy a new golf cart next year but instead I got a fixed leg for a DOG. Seriously? My dang puppeh.

Okay, I need to adjust the PetWrap around his "fixater." Dang dog.

Go Indians!

Posted: Wednesday, September 17, 2008, 2:51 am
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And Bill Gates Thought 640k Would Be Plenty...

I installed a little memory upgrade this afternoon to our main production web server.

Yeah, you read that right. That's 17 gigs of RAM.

It had a gig when we purchased it, but still had four more open slots, so I figured what the heck.

And I thought 6 in my G5 was overkill...

Tee hee.

Posted: Tuesday, September 16, 2008, 8:49 pm
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Style Sheets

So I've once again backed up, put my shoulder down, and charged towards this whole cascading style sheets situation. It's a damn heavy door to open. Last week I took a two-day class on campus that was taught by one of our two main CSS, er, gurus. I'm not sure that I all-the-way "get it" this time, but I'm getting closer. I took the template that our graphic designer made in "sort of" CSS, and have it almost all the way re-done in actual compliant code.

I must say, it is somewhat exhausting. A compiler will catch a syntax error in programming code, but a browser will simply obey and attempt to render what it can according to the CSS rules it has been given.

Grad school is going well. My Linux class is somewhat challenging, and fun at the same time. I'm sensing that there is "one of those people" in my class, but I'll survive. "Ignore completely unless I have to" is my motto. The discussion board rules don't say to try to pick apart the other person's topic. They just say to reply about it.

Speaking of Linux, my server at home died. On reboot the hard drive light just turns red, and nothing else happens. I've swapped IDE cables, to no avail. My guess is that the boot hard drive has failed, but I can't rule out the motherboard yet. I'll try to get to the rest of my troubleshooting before the end of the week.

Illinois was terrible on Saturday, and was lucky to escape with a win. The Bears were just plain awful. I'd become a fan of another team but I'm just too damn stubborn or something.

The magic number for the Sox dropped to 12, through no fault of their own. Thank goodness the Twinkies seem to want the pennant even less than we do.

Apparently that Zambrano character pitched a no-hitter the other day (not that it matters--they've already all but locked up the division, since the Brewers care even less than the Sox or Twins about making it to the postseason). It immediately reminded me of the time I was forced to meet a jerk named Milt Pappas.

Way back when I used to work for a headquarters of a not-for-profit association. In the years after I left there I did a good amount of freelance work for them on the side. Well, one day I went in to pick up some work, and there were a few people I knew in the foyer along with some old dude. The head of the organization asked me, while I was trying to quickly pick up the work from "my basket" and get the heck out of there, "hey Mike, do you know who the last person was to ever pitch a no-hitter for the Cubs?"

Uh, who cares?

I was forced to meet Milt Pappas. He was a very arrogant ass. When I wasn't overly enthusiastic about the question, the group asked me if I was a Cubs fan. I reluctantly said that I was a southsider (even though technically I never lived on the South side--just wanted to make sure that was clear--the redhead has always had a problem with me saying I was from "Chicago," when I'm actually from Elmhurst, Illinois, even though the rationale is that when I'm in North Carolina, it's easier to explain to someone that you're from Chicago than Elmhurst). Anyway.

Ol' Milt had a field day with that. "The White Sox? I love the White Sox too. I used to beat them all the time!"

He was a pitcher for the Orioles before coming to the Cubs.

And, of course, he's a cheater. Read his Wikipedia page and the part about Roger Maris and the asterisk. Jerk.

Anyway. Somebody tell the head of that place I used to work that Milt is no longer the "last person to pitch a no-hitter for the Cubs." Someone who is an even bigger jerk has done so now.

I'm probably going to have to go into hiding if the Cubs actually do, *gasp*, win the Series. Surely it won't happen. I'll admit that I am nervous about the chances that it might. Come on, Angels, Rays, and Mets. I need a favor. Don't let this bad thing happen.

Think Venkman and Spengler--dogs and cats living together, total pandemonium, etc.

I'm exhausted. The dog situation is wearing me out. This pill, that pill, change his bandage, and all the while hope that he's not doing something to compromise everything.

Anyway.

Posted: Tuesday, September 16, 2008, 4:11 am
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Farewell....

Well they're firing up the Large Hadron Collider today near CERN.

They're pretty sure that they won't create a massive black hole that will suck the Earth, and Solar System, and, well, the entire Milky Way Galaxy into it. Pretty sure.

Let's hope they're right...

All kidding aside, of course. It will be interesting to see what they come up with after zinging those tiny particles around at Warp 9.4. Science is a wonderful thing.

Anyway.

What could be more cataclysmic is the phone call I made to our cellular phone provider yesterday. I finally took the plunge and added two more lines to our current plan and bumped us up to unlimited text messaging. Oh goodness, what have I done? Both kids need to write my department head and thank him for the raise...

Well, not much else to report. Grad school is going well. I'm glad I opted to drop that second class. The first one is much more fun now and I'm looking forward to the rest of the semester.

I still don't have Birkenstocks yet....

Posted: Wednesday, September 10, 2008, 2:04 pm
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Sports!

And I don't mean the album by Huey.

Sox win. Twins lose. Cubs lose.

Sox magic number is down to 18. This is looking do-able... (The Cubs magic number is only 16...).

Bears beat up Colts at Indy--Orton was great. And lookee there, I had already drafted Forte onto my fantasy team and didn't even know it. How nice for me!

And best of all, our beloved Illini crushed EIU at the newly renovated Memorial Stadium. Nice to start out the home season with a W.

So there's this Palin woman, right, who is apparently shaking everything up with the Presidential race. I'm intrigued, now that the GOP is reminding me that the Dems just want to take all of my hard-earned money and give it away, but I can't get over one thing.

She wants to let people teach Creationism in public schools. That just sticks in my craw. Seriously? If we're going to harp on evolution as being "only a theory," then I'll offer that Creationism is mythology. It's a story. It's not even a theory. It's not a fact. It's not even a postulate (I'm being silly here--what is a postulate anyway?).

But the fact that all the GOP-ers I keep hearing continue to call Obama a Muslim and calling him Barack Hussein Obama and keep saying he's going to let all the Islamist extremists take over our country reminds me just how foolish these people--well, including me--can be sometimes. Hillary's people were twerps about it to, but seriously. I'm sure half-a-million (or more) people have Hussein as their first, middle, or last name, and that 99.9999% of them aren't related to our pal Saddam.

Anyway. Go Sox! Go Bears! Go Illini!

(And keep going, fantastic weather! Even the rains are awesome!)

Posted: Monday, September 08, 2008, 9:29 pm
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Discrimination!

You heard it here!

I can't take this any longer.

Here's how the local yokel sportscasters rate baseball teams:

1. Cubs
2. Cardinals
3. White Sox

Fine. The Cubs, while, well, being the Cubs (even I can't make fun of how terrible they've been for the last century), have the largest fan base. I can only guess by the amount of people with shiny happy royal blue t-shirts running around here.

I still don't get the Cardinals thing. Get mad at me if you wish. We're in Illinois. We have two baseball teams in Illinois. Neither of them is in St. Louis, over there in Missouri. But I guess they have won a lot in the past, so I'll give them that.

Lastly is us lowly White Sox fans. Ho hum. The poor south-siders. Nobody cares about them.

Fine. I know that the White Sox won the World Series just a few years ago (I know, I know, the Cards won it the next year, but again I say--they aren't in Illinois), and I realize that the Cubs maybe, might, possibly, sort of have a chance of making the play-offs this year, but WTF?

Local network news tonight:

Cubs lose. Five game streak. Zambrano injured. Blah blah blah.

Okay. Next?

Cards do (whatever). What matters? The Cards are completely out of contention to win the division. They are completely out of contention to win the wild card. Why is any of this important right now?

"Oh and by the way the Sox won tonight to avoid a sweep by the Indians."

That's it? No footage. No coverage.

The AL Central race is one of the hottest right now. The Sox and Twinkies were tied at the start of today. The Sox won at Cleveland. And the Twins game was a nail-biter that went into extra innings before the Blue Jays eventually won. Exciting stuff!

Yet the local television station blows all of that off and gives us all the footage of the Cardinals winning, or losing, or whatever--it doesn't matter this year (and diehard Cards fans have already watched SportsCenter or their cell phone messaging system, and know whether the redbirds have won or lost...).

This whole central Illinois thing still gets to me from time to time.

At least when I lived in the 'burbs we were only the "second team" of the second city. Now somehow in central Illinois we're the third team. And we're the only team that is in a real contest right now--the others have either all but wrapped it up or all but ruled themselves out of the off season.

But who cares about the Sox. Well, I do. Go Sox!

Our "magic number" is now 23 (Jordan!). I may have to plaster my door at work with a countdown tomorrow, especially considering that I'm neighbors (at work) with a Twinkies fan (who isn't even from Minnesota, of course).

What fun it would be for the Sox to beat the Cubs in the World Series.

I don't think the Sox will get that far. It'd be nice, but the fact that they can't put the Twins away right now says something. And we have some issues.

But I don't think the Cubs will get to the Series either.

I'm a realist--I don't believe in goat-driven fairy tales.

Yikes. I can't believe I spent this long talking about baseball.

When I was in little league I was on the Indians for a while. And we won little league championships. And my coaches were assholes. And Em thinks Alex is a jerk...

Posted: Thursday, September 04, 2008, 4:11 am
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Forty-Two

Not that it matters much in the grand scheme of things, but as it turns out, this whole mass e-mailing supposedly didn't have much to do with "massmail" itself. Tod and I chatted briefly about it today and we're pretty sure of a scenario that could have been used to pull off such a stunt. Whether or not "massmail" was compromised, I'd still call it a security breach to allow someone access to those 100,000+ e-mail addresses. Tod said that getting the e-mail addresses might have been somewhat easy for someone looking in the right place. Once those are acquired, the rest of it truly would be easy--a bit similar to how I used to send out notification of one of our newsletters at work.

Anyway. It will be interesting to see if they find the person who did it.

So I dropped one of my two classes today. The five-year plan that turned into a four-year plan and then briefly presented itself as a two-year plan is now squarely back in four year territory. And I think it will stay there.

Sure, the Linux class will be a lot of stuff I already know. And intro to networking should be as well. But they both have lots and lots of lab work and hands-on stuff to do. A quiz a week is one thing--multiple extensive labs that have different due dates throughout the week is another (and the networking class has two Cisco tests per week). So I dropped the networking class today.

One at a time. No hurry. The mid-life crisis has been packed back away for another time when it might be more prudent. I can't go take my six-figure job at Intel or wherever right now even if I had my Master's--I'm staying on campus until the kids finish college (whether at my Alma Mater or somewhere else). No need to get in a hurry.

We'll see what happens in the next four years and at the end of that time decide whether or not to try a move on campus. Heck, the redhead may be making more money than me by then (I can only hope...).

So I read an interesting article on /. the other day, about a guy that was offered money from a company overseas for the .com address that he held that matched the name of their company. Turns out it was his last name.

And as pseudo-lawyers are wont to do, all sorts of advice was given. One struck me though. Certain people maintained that if he expressed any interest, and asked them what they were willing to offer, that even if he turned them down, they would have a legal case that he was cyber-squatting and that their "company" should have a legal right to the domain.

What?

I happen to own the .com address of my last name. Nothing fancy. Pictures of family. But while there aren't a lot of "us" around the country (or world) with that last name, I figured it would be prudent for me to acquire and hang onto that domain. I mean, nerdrium.com is my domain. (I'm actually in "the nerdrium" right now, as luck would have it...). But it's a few bucks a year, so I figured what the heck.

And I don't care if Toyota changes their name to my last name (well, maybe Mercedes or BMW would make more sense--and I'm only talking geographically here), I don't care how much interest I might take in finding out what their offer would be, it's still my last name. I know that Mike Rowe lost out on mikerowesoft.com, but that's slightly different. What was it that Mr. Heston said? (Only invoked because the GOP convention is on tonight--everyone should note that I'm down here blogging in the dark and not in front of the television....).

It was fun watching part of the convention last night. Every few minutes during Fred Thompson's speech I'd look over at the redhead and say "Russians don't take a dump, son, without a plan."

I'm proud of myself for realizing that while grad classes were not close to being out of control at present, in six or seven weeks I could be in the middle of a mess that I (and my family especially) don't want me to be in.

We'll stick to learning Linux from another RHCT.

Posted: Thursday, September 04, 2008, 2:56 am
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Security Breach?

So we had an interesting occurrence on campus yesterday and today.

Let me back up a second, for those viewers not familiar with "how things are" at the old Alma Mater. The Chancellor, and his minions, can contact everybody on campus using something called "massmail." It sends an e-mail message to every student, grad student, staff, academic professional, and faculty member on campus.

The "To:" e-mail address, which I won't list (not that it's a big secret, since it appears in every one of the messages any of us have ever received, but I'm not in the mood to have a reticle on my head for any reason) is certainly some campus-level alias. I mean, the massmail messages go out to everybody.

So surely no random person can just fire off an e-mail to that address and have it sent to, well, roughly 100,000 people. Right?

(Ooops. I forgot to post the link to the story. That would have been helpful the first time around...)

So someone did send an unauthorized message through massmail.

Well the message itself had a header that showed what could possibly be its true origin--Newman Hall, a church-based dormitory on campus. The initiating e-mail header listed it as starting out at some terminal in the newmanhall.org IP space.

If a kid sent it from that address, and that address is the one for the room in which they live, then he or she is a fool. End of story right there.

My guess is that Newman Hall has its own computer lab (I suppose I could go check their web site and see if that's listed as one of their perks...) and that the trail will end there.

If someone actually was clever (and good) enough to spoof the starting IP address of the message, then they truly are pretty clever, but I would guess the "forensics" of that might still be more easily determined than if the answer is just some computer in some lab somewhere that isn't videotaped or monitored or whatever.

Anyway. So someone sent this message.

Campus' response? Other than to send a massmail telling everyone that it was a hoax (duh)? "Oh, it wasn't a security breach."

How is it not a security breach? So massmail is set up so that anyone and everyone can fire off a message to it? Uh....

I have a small mailing list that I send notifications to (for new newsletter issues) and that message system requires a somewhat complex password, and can only be used from the computer on my desk at work. That's it! The e-mail alias for the list doesn't really exist. The mail program will only accept mail to a certain address, from a certain address, and using a certain IP address--the machine in question isn't used as a mail server, so it's not really accessible from "the outside" that way.

But what happened yesterday wasn't a security breach. Interesting.

I'm guessing that if my system were somehow compromised and a spam message was sent to my, well, hundreds of subscribers, that campus security would be all over me and wanting to see logs and everything else. Yet their system allows some kid to send a message to about a hundred-thousand students, faculty, and staff, and it isn't a security breach.

Curious.

And for the even more curious, here's what the message said:

Dear Students,

Many of you may be aware of an event known as Rush. It is my objective to warn you of the potential downsides of Greek organizations. I advise you to not succumb to the aggressive recruitment tactics used by these organizations. It has been my concern over the years, that the Greek culture of alcoholism and lack of respect for the community degrades campus life. These organizations present themselves as prestigious, yet are discriminatory, serve to perpetuate social inequality, especially with respect to the opposite gender, and promote a lack of diversity. Many students have expressed concerns with regards to safety on campus, particularly due to Greek culture and behavior. It is my hope that a student's experience on campus strengthens one's individuality, but the Greek system emphasizes the group above all, without cause or reason. This is detrimental to the purpose of universities.

I hope that you will consider wisely.

GDI Chancellor Richard Herman


Pretty funny, eh? My pal Jeff thought it was real when he read it and forwarded it off to an "important" person in our fraternity alumni association.

After I few sentences I was pretty sure it was a hoax. The "GDI" (which stands for god-damned independent) was a total giveaway.

Dr. Herman is a greek. I know because he's in our fraternity. (No offense, Jeffy, but duh...).

I won't say much about the subject of the fake message other than that greek organizations don't use "aggressive recruitment tactics" to go after people that don't want to join their organizations. People that want to be greek go through "rush." People that don't want to be greek, don't.

So fun. I'm really not as bothered by it as it sounds--I just find it all interesting.

In other news, we met Budgie's girlfriend for the first time this weekend. She was very nice and we all got along quite swimmingly.

Monday I spent the day on the couch watching the Sci-Fi channel marathon of ST:TNG. They played the "voted best by viewers" episodes. I'm not a huge fan of "The Inner Light," though--the suspension of disbelief fails me there. (They didn't have the technology to build moisture vaporators, or to get off their dying planet, but they had the technology to launch a deep-space probe that would lock onto Picard's brain and replay 50 years of the life of their civilization through him in 15 minutes? Uh, okay....).

Anyway. My grad school classes are going to start getting busy quite quickly.

While I can handle the Linux class rather easily (still, so it seems), having to deal with the VMWare interface is probably going to be the biggest obstacle. Installing RHEL on a machine==piece of cake. Installing it over a network on a virtual machine that I have to access through some proprietary program over a VPN is just, well, really more complicated than one would do such a thing in real life. We'll see.

Posted: Wednesday, September 03, 2008, 1:35 am
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