Looks like they hooked their program or whatever straight to the comments form, so guess what… the comment form is GONE BABY!
Some idiot decided to comment spam my blog so that every new post from me would generate a new comment from them with a random quote and a URL leading to some poker site. Losers! 😛
So, I turned off the comments. If you really have a comment for me, just email me, please. 🙂 At some point, these jokers will give up and I’ll try turning back on moderated comments… maybe.
As posted on the VSCyberstitchers Yahoo group a few days ago:
She spent the first day packing her belongings into boxes, crates and suitcases. On the second day, she had the movers come and collect her things. On the third day, she sat down for the last time at their beautiful dining room table by candlelight, put on some soft background music, and feasted on a pound of shrimp, a jar of caviar, and a bottle of Chardonnay. When she had finished, she went into each and every room and stuffed half-eaten shrimp shells dipped in caviar, into the hollow of the all of the curtain rods. She then cleaned up the kitchen and left.
When the husband returned with his new girlfriend, all was bliss for the first few days. Then slowly, the house began to smell. They tried everything, cleaning, mopping, and airing the place out. Vents were checked for dead rodents, and carpets were steam cleaned. Air fresheners were hung everywhere. Exterminators were brought in to set off gas canisters, during which they had to move out for a few days, and in the end they even paid to replace the expensive wool carpeting.
Nothing worked. People stopped coming over to visit. Repairmen refused to work in the house. The maid quit. Finally, they could not take the stench any longer and decided to move. A month later, even though they had cut their price in half, they could not find a buyer for their stinky house.
Word got out, and eventually, even the local realtors refused to return their calls. Finally, they had to borrow a huge sum of money from the bank to purchase a new place.
The ex-wife called the man, and asked how things were going. He told her the saga of the rotting house. She listened politely, and said that she missed her old home terribly, and would be willing to reduce her divorce settlement in exchange for getting the house back. Knowing his ex-wife had no idea how bad the smell was, he agreed on a price that was about 1/10th of what the house had been worth, but only if she were to sign the papers that very day. She agreed, and within the hour his lawyers delivered the paperwork. A week later the man and his girlfriend stood smiling as they watched the moving company pack everything to take to their new home, including the curtain rods.
I LOVE A HAPPY ENDING, DON’T YOU????
WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! I’m going to try not to whine too much, but … *sniff* … all of my blog entries since I started this in late July are gone! We had to rebuild the database/backup server and figured out (far too late, of course) that we didn’t have backups for the directory in which the databases were stored. Yikes! It’s a good thing we didn’t have any business data stored there.
Chalk it up to a lesson learned. Not much we can do about it; what’s gone is gone. So, I will try to neither bemoan my fate (at least not too much) nor shed a tear. Off we go now, let’s start again!
Nametag Design Completed!
I found the alphabet that I wanted to use and stitched it onto the nametag last night (okay, it was actually early this morning), but it just didn’t seem large enough to read easily. So, today I ripped out and tried again. I think I have it this time, so I’ve put up another scan of the finished stitching. Now I just need to actually finished the nametag (I still need to buy a pin to sew onto the back). I also need to make sure I leave enough room in the margin around the stitching to attach my MaD pin in a corner somewhere. Either that, or I’ll pin it very nearby. It’s hard to believe that CATS and my birthday are less than a week away!
On a slightly different note, Terry put down the tile today in the bathroom. I’ll try to take a photo before and after applying the grout so that we have it for reference.
Just testing the functionality of my weblog, again.
Okay, so I don’t have a blog yet, but today’s the day that I just had to start one. Sometimes you just need to have a good rant, and today is my day.
First off, I just have to say that being an IT professional has its upsides and downsides. And my pet peeve today is the downside of being known as the local resident computer expert. This opens you up to abuse from coworkers, especially those who only come out of the woodwork when they want something from you. I love the visits from people that I see in my office only once or twice a year, and they’re not there to ask how I’m doing.
A very typical request is “Can you help me to buy a computer for my
And you had better seriously hope that you don’t happen to come to me with one of these personal requests on a day when I’ve been up to my ears for hours, fighting with servers that are swamped by the latest virus written by some idiot with technical knowledge who has nothing better to do than sit on his or her butt and make more work for the rest of us who actually try to do something productive for a living! Grrrrrrrrr…
No, I’m not going to go on the virus rant today; I’ll keep it in my pocket for a rainy day. 🙂 But seriously, sometimes you’re better off calling Dell yourself and just telling them what you want. I mean, after all, that’s what those guys are there for. That’s their job and they get paid for it. As do the folks that support the software that you have loaded on your personal (note the word “personal”) computer at home for which you magically expect me to have all of the right answers when it doesn’t do what you want. Please call them; they know the product, they are paid to know the product and they are paid to answer your questions. And if you don’t like to call them because they make you feel stupid and I don’t, well… sorry, I can’t help with that. Trust me, the enterprise level support guys try that with me sometimes, too. And once I beat them into submission, there is usually silence. And then, amazingly, someone else often takes up the support request after that. >:)
Who, me? Evil? No, never! *innocent expression and halo donned* Some days I even wish that I were a male with a goatee so that I could present that “evil IT guy” aura that my husband loves so much to exude. Perhaps I can just find a pair of horns or grow a pointy tail, instead? Mwuhahahahahaaa… (That was my evil laugh, folks)
I won’t even get into the fact that being a male would make working in this industry a lot easier…
*pant* *pant* *pant* *pant* *heave* *sigh*
Okay, deep breath… and hold it… now exhale. Phew! Now, don’t we feel much better?
Don’t get me wrong. I’m normally a very nice person, with the defensive capabilities of a piece of warm, soggy milktoast, who will roll over, do my best imitation of a persian rug and let you walk all over me. Most people will probably never have the slightest clue as to how much they can sometimes irritate me. And I do give computer support to my close friends and family. Because I love them dearly.
But I don’t love the population at large as much. :P~~~~~ So, please, just be aware that when you ask a computer professional for help that is unrelated to work, you are asking for a favor. And try to remember that it is just that – a favor. And don’t forget to do something nice for us in return. Like a simple thank you note. Or better yet, buy us candy. The hamsters will keep running in the wheel for as long as you keep feeding them candy…
