
The 12 rants of Christmas, 2008, part deux.
December 23rd, 2008 by djpowellHerein lies my half of this years short rant list.

Herein lies my half of this years short rant list.

ok fine… Cluster and I have done a sucky job of cranking out Christmas rants for the past 23 months. There’s just a few days left before Christmas 2008 and I’m still drawing a blank on things to bitch about. All in all it’s hard to complain about life in general SO… I’ll address this year’s 12 rants in a set of casual observations and you can take it from there. Read the rest of this entry »

Finally moved ng.o over to the box where the rest of things live at this point. I also started a new blog with some friends mainly centered around political things.
Go check out ramblerant.org
UPDATE: I F’d up DNS. Should work now tho.

I got checked in and shoved through TSA Security pretty quickly then hiked about a mile down to the E Concourse. Located the Delta Crown Club and started some drinking. Currently I have a Sweetwater 420 and a Jack and coke. Grabbed a picture of the delta planes lined up down the concourse. It will be in the pictures page when i get around to putting them up. I’m currently using the T-Mobile hotspot that cost $10 for 24 hours. I wont be here that long but its nice to have for now. As of now my flight leaves in an hour. Plenty of time to grab some more beers and settle down for the flight.

I’m leaving tomorrow to go to Brussels, Belgium. Should be a good trip. I’m taking a good camera to take snaps and I should have a good time. It’s a working trip , i have to build a new network and move some voice and data stuff. If possible I should be blogging the entire trip here and posting pix in the photos site per day. If you really care to read this I’ll have some dailies logged here.
I leave at 5 pm on Saturday and get there at 8M. Geert is going to meet me at the airport and guide me to the hotel. I’ll probably crash then meet back up with him and go find some good Belgian beers.
more to come.

Ryan: You are in an old house. On the wall on the bottom of the stairs are three light switches, all set to ‘off.’ You know that two of these switches are dummies, controlling nothing. The other one is real, and it controls a desk lamp in a room up the stairs and around the corner. The room cannot be seen from below, nor can any light coming from it.
Ryan: Your challenge is to find out which switch controls the desk lamp. The catch is you may only ascend the stairs once. You have no confederates. How do you do this?
Daniel: heh. turn them all on. go upstairs and short the lamp. then come down and see which switch is on FIRE
Ryan: hah
Ryan: turn 1 and 2 on for a few minutes but right before you go upstairs turn 2 off
Daniel: that works too.
Ryan: if the light is on then it’s 1, if its off and warm then it’s 2, blah blah blah
Daniel: if the bulb is heated then you know which one it was
Daniel: i like my idea better
Daniel: they never said you couldnt descend the stairs after shorting the lamp
Dave : what if they used ENERGY SAVING BULBS
Dave : then you couldnt tell if it was on!
Dave : but the real answer is easy
Dave : you turn 2 switches on
Dave : you go upstairs
Dave : you shove the lamp in your ass and masturbate on the desk
Dave : and come back down
*blink*

Otherwise known as the “death wind,” the anti-fart is believed to be a living transdimensional entity. Not that anyone is actually looking for the damn thing, it’s more like we’re trying to get a fix on it so we’ll know where NOT to be. This thing is no normal fart. It’s the kind of smell that leave scar tissue in your nostrils. Think of the worst fart you’ve ever endured then multiply it to the power of 100 and you STILL won’t come close.

With a little girl approaching 4-1/2 and another coming in just a few short weeks, you can bet I’m seeing my fair share of cartoons. I see what’s there today and remember what was around when I was very young and there’s no comparison. Earlier tonight I walked into the play room where boomerang was playing one of those cruddy baby Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck remake, some baby characters of all the characters covering everyone from Sylvester to Taz - of course, revamped to be child-proof and completely politically correct.

OK, so I go to WHITEPAGES.COM to lookup a phone number. Upon entering the information, I click the little button and up pops the listing. It shows the name, address, a map, and even some other relevant info based on the search but at the bottom there’s a button that you have to click to see the phone number. WHAT THE HELL. As I mentioned above, this is WHITEPAGES.COM, not mapquest.com or relevantentry.com or anything else. What do you go to the telephone book to find? A DAMN PHONE NUMBER. That’s as aggravating as going to the post office where a spanish speaking employee works the counter that doesn’t know the english word STAMP. A word that you JUST might run across from time to time in the post office.