Well it made sense in my head....

06:03 pm

I present for your (or at the very least my own) enjoyment, This example of a typical email exchange at my place of work.

From: Joe
To: James
Sent: 11:41 AM
Subject: please load outfitter products

please load outfitter products

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From: Joe
To: James
Sent: 2:45 PM
Subject: please load outfitter products - the sequel!

please load outfitter products - the sequel!

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From: James
To: Joe
Sent: 2:50 PM
Subject: RE: please load outfitter products - the sequel!

Was the first sequel 'Son of Outfitter Products' or 'Bride of Outfitter Products'?

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From: Joe
To: James
Sent: 3:23 PM
Subject: RE: please load outfitter products - the sequel!

The Outfitter Products Menace

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From: James
To: Joe
Sent: 3:25 PM
Subject: RE: please load outfitter products - the sequel!

Wouldn't that be a prequel?

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From: Joe
To: James
Sent: 3:35 PM
Subject: RE: please load outfitter products - the sequel!

The Outfitter Product Strikes Back?

Or Outfitter III: The Search for Products

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From: James
To: Joe
Sent: 3:52 PM
Subject: RE: please load outfitter products - the sequel!

I liked Outfitter II: The Wrath of MAP better.

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From: Joe
To: James
Sent: 4:03 PM
Subject: RE: please load outfitter products - the sequel!

Outfitter VI: The Voyage to Production

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From: James
To: Joe
Sent: 5:03 PM
Subject: RE: please load outfitter products - the sequel!

That was Outfitter IV, it was so much better than Outfitter VI: The Undiscovered Category

10:09 pm - A New England Christmas, Day 4: Schrodengers Christmas

Since I arived there has been a question of exactly when Christmas would be. By that I mean the local Christmas not the Christmas as observed outside this family. When the lid of the box was opened it turned out that it was tonight.
The highlight of the night was the self bound book of short stories Jonathan gave to his mom. It included the story he wrote that was rejected for inclusion in a collection of erotic stories being used to highlight free speech. We gave him a hard time about his writing being to graphic to be included. (Actually it was probably rejected because it was not shocking enough to be in a collection about free speech.)

11:37 pm - A New England Christmas, Day 3: Da Family, Da Bears, and Da Food

Today was not particularly eventful, but is was a great deal of fun.
My brother John managed to get out of KCI without any major incidents. My mom and step-dad left to pick him up at the airport. Rachel, her boyfriend and I left for 'The Mall' (I don't know it's actual name, every one just called it 'The Mall') to find a Buffalo Wild Wings so we could watch the Bears game. After my brother landed they headed to 'The Mall' to meet us. We had a good time cheering loudly in the direction of the Greenbay fans. After the game we headed back for dinner and the third John (aka Uncle Johnny) arrived. The dinner was an excellent traditional Christmas dinner. Afterwards we talked and watched A Muppet Christmas Carrol.

10:25 am - A New England Christmas, Day 2: Hi We're tourests, So this is New York?

Yesterday we made the obligatory tourist trip to New York. Jonathan my step-cousin, my step sisters, and Rachel's boyfriend all drove to Hartford and took the train to Grand Central Station. We opted to take a tour bus around rather than walk everywhere and Jonathan was going to meet up with one of his friends while we took the tour. Our first guide was ok, but nothing special. The second was horrible, he was insolent to the people riding on the bus. The only redeeming quality about this leg of the tour was that a girl that looked about 6 years old sat in front of Sarah and talked to here the whole ride. She had a name pin on with her name and under that 'Vampire'. The third bus we rode the guide never picked up the mic so we asked at the next stop and they gave some excuse about the bus having a problem. We decided to get off and get on one of the other buses. As our old bus pulled away we saw the guide on the top deck actually using the mic. The fourth bus had the best guide of the day. He fit a typical Italian New Yorker stereotype, even at one point saying "Fo get abot it". He had a lot of fun pointing out sites and cracking bad jokes. He was so much fun we almost didn't get off at the stop we had been planing to get off at. We split into two groups. Sarah and I rode back to the start of the tour, the last guide we had felt like she was just reading a script. After the tour was over we looked for a place to eat and found a nice pizza place next to The Ed Sullivan Theater that had a good traditional Italian style pizza. On the way back to where we were all going to meet up we ran into a street performer with a huge sparkly hat that was doing freestyle rap to peoples names. After that we headed back to Grand Central and rode back to Hartford. To add to our travel problems the weather in Kansas City might keep my brother from flying to join us.

01:49 pm - A New England Christmas, Day 1: Travel

My family is trying something new this year, and I think we managed to pull off every major travel problem. My flight to Chicago was the only uneventful flight of the day. The flight to Hartford with my step-sisters Sarah and Rachel, and Rachel's boyfriend was delayed more than two hours because of an 'auxiliary failure' with the airplane we were supposed to be flying on. When we got to Connecticut we found out my mom and step-dad had their luggage lost. The airline told them that it was put on the wrong flight but a courier would deliver it in about 6 hours. After a nice dinner together my step-aunt took us to the house I was staying at and on the way to we got stuck on the ice at the bottom of a hill. After climbing the hill and making it to the house the courier called to let us know he had gotten stuck on ice and would be a few hours late. We went to bed knowing that tomorrow couldn't get much worse.

01:41 pm - The 80s shall rise again!

My brother found a Members Only jacket in my closet at my mom's house. It's a shame it doesn't fit either of us any more, we could be so cool again.

01:00 am

If 'slush' is an onimotapia for the sound it makes when you step in it, is snow also an onimotapia?

05:31 pm

Today I got bitched out by an amateur ghost hunter from New Jersey with Tourettes Syndrome.
It was the highlight of my day, but given the massive suck of the rest of my day it didn't take much to make it the highlight.

10:28 pm

This Wednesday I had a (very small) part in the release of a new version of LORD.
I think that's rather nifty.

02:23 pm - So now my work is tring to get me to buy World of Warcraft...

... Though I'll bet I'm still not allowed to play it at work, after all I never get the really cool jobs. Not that any one here is ever going to be payed to play WoW. The closest is the programmer that has to maintain the BBS MUD the company owns. And he doesn't even like text based games that much.

Still, I'd get a fairly good deal on it. That is if the Reg. Code is still valid.

05:59 pm

A friend recommended today that I get rid of my DeadLode.com email address.
His suggestion was largely the result of a half hour conversation with my ISP about the volume of SMTP traffic on my connection. I assured them of course that I did not run an open relay or have a spam zombie (my firewall would make both quite difficult), and asked if they had recorded the inbound/outbound ratio of traffic. But apparently when you get 9 million SMTP connection requests in 3 days they don't really care about what direction the connections are in.
I was wondering why CoH was so laggy this weekend. I suppose a massive SPAM DoS is a valid reason.

11:15 pm

Waitress: "Your hair is pretty"
Me: "Umm, thanks"
Waitress: "So how do you two know each other"
Manger: "He's my room mate"
Waitress: "But I thought you lived with John"
Manger: "I do, this is John's brother James"
Waitress: "Wow", pause, "You know, you and your brother are nothing a like"
Me: "... Yeah I know"

09:31 pm

12:41 pm

Vroooom... Vroooom... vroom vroom, Vvvvrrrrooooooooommmm.............
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01:29 pm

Driving back to work from lunch it hit me, the perfect name for my fake band, "Mr. Cid's All Night Peanut Buffet". I promise you we are going to be the hottest thing on the fake band sceen since Milli Vanilli.

03:58 pm

I swear to God by the time I finish all these flow charts, sequence diagrams, and module listings I could have just writen the damn program 5 times over.

12:21 am - I should be a rocker. I should rock out.

So I'm looking for a car with a friend we've stopped at Carmax and a few use car dealers. We pull into a dealer and get out of his car, and this guy, I still have no clue who he is, but he looked like he did too much acid while he roadied with the stones, walks up to me and asks me if I'm in a band. I say 'no'. And he asks me if I'd like to join a band. I said no again and he said that I should really consider joining a band because I look like I should be in a rock band. I just said 'ok' and backed away slowly.

I got to thinking about it. I can't really sing, well not on key at least. I can't play any real instruments, and I don't have any rhythm (not to mention a total lack of coordination) so the drums are out. But why should that stop me, so I'm going to start a band. Not a real band, those require talent (unless your a pop band) and a lot of hard work. So I'm making a fake band, no practices, no gigs, none of that boring stuff. I need to find some members for my band. I'm thinking I will not play the base and not sing. I need one or two people to not play the guitar and some one to not play the drums. I would possibly consider people who don't play other instruments if it fits in with the bands style. Real musicians should not apply. Grifter I expect you to be first in line.

03:21 pm - Crappy birthday to you, Crappy birthday to you.....

Lets imagine for a second that you live in an area that at certain times of the year has thunderstorms about every other night, if not every night. And the power grid in your area suffers from the occasional brown-outs due to said storms. And your UPS released blue smoke after some one kicked it's power cord out of the wall last year. And your upgrading the OS on your fire wall. And it says "You MUST run lilo" before you reboot. And you opt not to, knowing you will need to make an edit to it's config file. And then an hour later when the upgrade is actually finished you've completely forgotten.

What would be the results? Well first dig around for the CD you installed from originally, note that it's 2 versions out of date and only has a 2.0.x kernel, stick it in the drive any ways. Wonder why it won't boot off the CD, or even try to boot off the CD. Note that it's a really damn old box, with an old BIOS, and can't boot off CDs. Try to stick the CD into the other Linux box, not that it's CD tray is jammed shut.
Stick it in your PC, not that you never installed a floppy drive in your new PC. (who the hell needs a floppy drive these days?) Try to FTP files from you PC to your working Linux box, note that you don't have a valid IP because your DHCP is on the firewall.
Manually set IP, ftp images, try to SSH, fail, curse a lot, plug monitor into Linux box. write image to floppy. Get errors from dd, get new floppy, get errors from dd, repeat until you find a floppy that hasn't gone bad with age.
Boot the firewall with the new rescue disk. Wonder who the hell set up the partitions on this box, Root is hda2, why the hell is root hda2? because hda1 is an extended partition, with hda5 the swap partition in it.
Ok well lets just mount hda2 then, "kernel too old to mount this filesystem?", realize that the CD with 2.4.x kernel images was lent out and never came back, curse a lot.
Swap network cables a bit to get the PC on the Internet. Download some floppy images.
Try a few that don't work until the floppy starts getting write errors from dd.
look for more old floppies.
Get more floppy images.
Try getting floppy images slightly older that the current not even seeing hard drives because they want to start a network install first, images.
Finely get a working image.
Sit through fsck.
Curse fsck for forcing a reboot.
Hope the floppy holds out long enough to reboot again.
Ignore massive boot errors about not finding tones of kernel modules.
Edit lilo.conf, run lilo, remove floppy, reboot, be happy.
Write lame LiveJournal entry.
Go salvage what remains of a so far crappy birthday (yet again).

07:05 pm

Dude, you don't go into a guys room and start popping his bubble wrap, it's just not right.

10:08 pm

Ever Green rocks. But any one that knows Ryan knows that. I just felt that it was worth reiterating.