vituperation

April 28, 2003

My Photoshop of Michael Moore (only I guess technically it’s a “PhotoImpact”, but that just doesn’t sound right) is racing madly through the online world. I suppose that’s what I get for sticking it in a Fark Photoshop contest, huh?

It’s been spotted on several Freeper threads, Ann Coulter’s message board, Rachel Lucas’ site, Bontasia, Dumb Celebs, Hollywood Halfwits, SportsJournalist.com (and several other sports-related message boards, oddly), a veritable cornucopia of emails, eBay’s message boards, LiveJournal’s conservative forums, HiTech Creations’ message boards, and several chats, to name a few.

If my stats are to be believed, the picture has been viewed over 100,000 times since Friday, chowing up two gigabytes of bandwidth, give or take a few megs.

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When I got to work this morning, I found that some fuckety fuck from Romania had hacked our corporate mail / web server. Fortunately, he didn’t appear to know what he was doing, because he was in for about 10 minutes patching things, and when he rebooted the system wouldn’t come back up because he’d screwed up the ‘init’ process.

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Fucking kids.

Now I get to reinstall an operating system and rebuild the box. On the lighter side, we decided to let someone else host our mail and web stuff. You know, one of those places that does nothing BUT that, where they have big bulging-head guys who do nothing but play with Linux all day. Places like that hopefully don’t get hacked much.

My weekend was stunningly uneventful.

Saturday morning after setting a world speed record getting the week’s groceries (15 minutes, car door to car door), Robyn and I took the spud to a middle school in south Huntsville for some band something-or-other. Robyn and I drove aimlessly around, looking at houses, until the spud was done around ten.

Around noon I took the spud to the flea market, where I bought some socks, then we came home and watched the suckfest that is called “Drumline.” Dinner was seafood gumbo — which I am the shiznit at making — and Robyn and I computed and watched TV until bedtime.

Sunday was quiet: I put down a bag of weed-n-feed on the yard and went for a leisurely (except for that riding up two longassed hills part) bike ride. The rest of the day I spent lounging around reading.

Can I bear any more excitement?

My jalapeno gave up the ghost, so I tossed it. It has been replaced by two habanero plants, which are growing stupendously well.

The roses are starting to bloom. I hereby declare Spring as sprung. Pardon the blur; you get the idea.

Hey, didja hear that Hillary Clinton’s new book is coming out soon? She was apparently paid a seven-figure salary for her memoirs, titled “Living History,” and the first run is one million copies.

I saw the cover for the first time today, and couldn’t resist.

Why yes, yes I do have too much time on my hands, it seems.