If that doesn't work, try duct tape

That band-aid I mentioned? It's apparently now been applied to another system, unrelated to the first one. God help us, that place is run by morons.

Roasted Cojones

Spent the majority of the day today pulling someone's cojones out of the fire. And not just some little girl scout weenie roast campfire, either. We're talking just this side of a raging inferno. Of course, all I could really do was provide a band-aid (I know I'm mixing metaphors-- stay with me), but given the urgent need and lack of knowledge of the system there wasn't much more I could do. The scary part is that the fix is very likely going to become a long-term part of the system, and god help the person who comes along later to figure out why the thing is architected the way it is.

Perspective, people

I don't want to minimize what happened at Virginia Tech, which is tragic and I feel for those who lost loved ones.

But.

On average, nearly double that number of civilians are killed every fucking day in Iraq thanks to the maniac-in-chief and his cronies. Where's the wall-to-wall coverage of that?

A question

Do you always stumble around like a drunken whore, or is that something you do special for presentations to upper management?

Happy Resurrection of Jesus Christ, Our Lord and Savior Day, Here's a Rabbit

Every holiday, we make a trek to the in-laws. This is a chore unto itself, but on gift-giving holidays we always have the added bonus of trying to be polite in receiving some kind of unwanted tchotchke of affection. We have nothing against tchotchkes per se, but the kind that come from dear spouse's parental units are beyond useless, with a kind of satanic sweetness that sets your teeth on edge. Yesterday's gift of pain was a ceramic pair of bunny rabbits, because nothing says "Praise Jesus" like bunnies in bows.

Jeebus help me.