Went on a fantastic walk with Charles and Tim in la Barriere Park the other day. We stopped at 6 caches and I was able to log 4 new finds. That was great. Glad we had Charles along as he had to do most of the climbing.
Altogether, we hiked nearly 10KM and the temperature hovered around -16 degrees. Comfortable for me, but the Turdle worked up quite a lather. And Charles...well he was a vision with his snotcicle beard. That guy is amazing, It was like he didn't even feel the cold.
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Mitch's Nails
Wow, three blog posts in one day. I am truly in need of serious help. I am not at home because I am still here at work. I am struggling through my mileage claims and cell phone claims. I have got to get these done.
I miss my kids. If you guys ever do get to read this, I just want you to know: I wanted to be around more. I really did. I hope you grow up normal. I hope Mitch stops acting like a puppy. Either that or he had better learn to fight, cuz he will definitely be a target.
On New Years Eve Mitch and Brooke stayed over at Doug and Lorraines so that Tannis and I could ...well...fight. When we dropped them off we asked that Doug perhaps spend some time doing boyish things with Mitch as there was only him with Girl-aPalooza going on.
I would have been happy with him simply sitting and watching TV the whole time, I just didn't want him to spend the entire time being a baby or a puppy. I know Brooke loves him dearly, but she has got to learn that he is not one of her toys.
So we get there in the morning to pick them up and we are showed my son's newly painted fingernails AND toenails. Nice. I'm sorry, I thought I had mentioned that I wanted my son to have a normal boyish (if not neutral) time. Not have him subjected to having his fingers and toes painted. An act I am certain he only agreed to so that he could be part of the play group. He has such a kind heart. I know he has little idea of gender lines and painting his nails and toes will not make him gay. However, I submit that it also will not do much to develop his masculinity either. Whatever.
We both explained to him that boys don't paint their nails and he understood and was fine with us removing it. Thank God. TurdleEggs and Stuntman were coming over that night. I definitely don't need that stress.
I miss my kids. If you guys ever do get to read this, I just want you to know: I wanted to be around more. I really did. I hope you grow up normal. I hope Mitch stops acting like a puppy. Either that or he had better learn to fight, cuz he will definitely be a target.
On New Years Eve Mitch and Brooke stayed over at Doug and Lorraines so that Tannis and I could ...well...fight. When we dropped them off we asked that Doug perhaps spend some time doing boyish things with Mitch as there was only him with Girl-aPalooza going on.
I would have been happy with him simply sitting and watching TV the whole time, I just didn't want him to spend the entire time being a baby or a puppy. I know Brooke loves him dearly, but she has got to learn that he is not one of her toys.
So we get there in the morning to pick them up and we are showed my son's newly painted fingernails AND toenails. Nice. I'm sorry, I thought I had mentioned that I wanted my son to have a normal boyish (if not neutral) time. Not have him subjected to having his fingers and toes painted. An act I am certain he only agreed to so that he could be part of the play group. He has such a kind heart. I know he has little idea of gender lines and painting his nails and toes will not make him gay. However, I submit that it also will not do much to develop his masculinity either. Whatever.
We both explained to him that boys don't paint their nails and he understood and was fine with us removing it. Thank God. TurdleEggs and Stuntman were coming over that night. I definitely don't need that stress.
Head Office - bleh
CHS has issues. They are the staffing office I take care of. When I first started helping them, they had their database on the local server. Everything worked fine. Nice and fast.
A year and a half ago, head office decided to put CHS's database on their server in Cambridge and have all of the users connect via Citrix to a remote session.
It hasn't worked properly since.
I have replaced every single computer in the building including the server. I know that doesn't make much of a difference when it comes to remote Citrix sessions, but it sure is nice to have new computers. :)
Josephine, the accountant, downloads a file through Citrix to her computer every 2 weeks. The file is around 2 MB. It should take about 15-20 seconds. It takes 4 hours sometimes. You see Citrix is not designed to transfer files. That capability is severely throttled to allow for fast access for the desktop sessions.
Head office has decided to send me a VPN router to speed this up. What they don't get is that we wil still be using Citrix to connect to HCMS. That is why things are slow. Not that it really matters. I can't seem to connect to the bloody citrix server to begin with. Perfect.
A year and a half ago, head office decided to put CHS's database on their server in Cambridge and have all of the users connect via Citrix to a remote session.
It hasn't worked properly since.
I have replaced every single computer in the building including the server. I know that doesn't make much of a difference when it comes to remote Citrix sessions, but it sure is nice to have new computers. :)
Josephine, the accountant, downloads a file through Citrix to her computer every 2 weeks. The file is around 2 MB. It should take about 15-20 seconds. It takes 4 hours sometimes. You see Citrix is not designed to transfer files. That capability is severely throttled to allow for fast access for the desktop sessions.
Head office has decided to send me a VPN router to speed this up. What they don't get is that we wil still be using Citrix to connect to HCMS. That is why things are slow. Not that it really matters. I can't seem to connect to the bloody citrix server to begin with. Perfect.
Hackers Suck - Part 2
So I just finished fixing the server that I was working on when I wrote the rant below, when...*ring*. My friends at Kildonan PCH are calling me wiht the same issues! ARGH! I have begun the restore and I hope it will be back up and running tomorrow. This time I won't be wasting my time trying to un-infect the thing. Why? I have all of the data backed up, I had might as well just reload the OS and re-share everything.
Wednesday, January 3, 2007
Hackers Suck
I wish my job was about happy, productive things. Like installing, training, testing... Instead much of my time is taken up by fixing the crap that bored teenagers decide to infect my systems with.
It's all I can do to keep up with the misadventure of the users. Let alone the focussed, malicious, self-aware attacks levelled upon my poor systems by these zit faced, dog fellating, children.
When I say misadventure, I'm talking about the "click on this e-card" and "send this to everyone on earth" idiots who, with uninhibited zeal, trustingly click on every link mailed to them, and then dutifully forward that mail to everyone on their contact list so that other unsuspecting IT guys can stay late at work fixing it and have less time with their kids. These are typically also the users who have the screensaver packs installed, which, when loaded, phone "home" with all of the browsing habits and IP information of the computer from which it was sent.
Then there is the slightly higher functioning idiot. These are the users who install those helpful programs that are the mainstays of an unproductive workplace. Yahoo Messenger, MSN, ICQ, any any one of a dozen other chat programs. These dandy jewels are very proficient at opening their own ports on the firewall using that helpful PnP option. Now the zipperheads can share those ridiculous e-cards and hoaxes in real time without having to wait for my e-mail server to pass its enormous e-turd of useless communications.
Now we visit the desk of the enigmatic, unaware, unbridled, uber-idiot. Trojan-riddled screensavers will simply whet the appetite, and the installation of the chat programs merely feeds the beast of experimentation. More often than not, this user had the highest legitimate requirement for a fast, stable internet connection. As I indicated above, however, this user is a bit of an enigma in that they are the ones who seem to go out of their way to throttle the available bandwidth to the point where they have turned a Niagara Falls-like data pipe into the constricted urethra of a 90 year old housefly.
iTunes, Limewire, Bearshare, you name it. These ever-present data stream hogs are lying there beside the clock in the system tray devouring any available unsuspecting bandwidth that may wander by. Downloading entire albums to listen to one song, warehousing movies and songs in their shared folder, unwittingly sharing it with all of the internet's great unwashed masses. And, yes, somewhere in Islamabagtaipeichewanistan, there is a young man quietly uploading a trojan horse to that shared folder. The payload of which makes a punch in the balls look like a hug from a super-model. Hackers Suck.
Tuesday, January 2, 2007
Mini-Caching Event/Marathon
Tim, Karen, Roger, and Gail came over last nite for a dinner party. We had some lasagne and naan with a salad. Pretty pedestrian fare for the Hewitt house. It worked out OK though as it allowed me more time to visit. Not that I really needed it. It seemed that our guests enjoyed our company as they stayed for 6 hours! Not that I mind, actually. Quite the opposite, I was just surprised. Usually a dinner party is a 2-3 hour thing. If I had known it would have been that well enjoyed, I would have planned another activity. Finally a party where we could have finished a game of Trivial Pursuit, or Monopoly.
After we closed the door when they left, Tannis and I looked at each other; puzzled. "What the hell was that?" It sure was nice to visit without being rushed, but seriously! We are so used to friends who come over with their kids of the same age and leave around 8:15 so they can get them in bed. We were both just tickled to have finally reached that eschilon in life where we are able to party a bit later. Thanks Roger, Gail, Tim and Karen. Thanks for helping us grow up.
The kids were real performers all night, climbing all over our guests. Brooke was taking surveys and Mitch was climbing on Roger like he was a jungle gym.
It appears I need more booze. We had an immediate lack of vodka, and it seems Roger likes whisky. Who knew? I had him pegged for a beer guy. Also, the gin seems to be missing. I'll have to rectify this.
After we closed the door when they left, Tannis and I looked at each other; puzzled. "What the hell was that?" It sure was nice to visit without being rushed, but seriously! We are so used to friends who come over with their kids of the same age and leave around 8:15 so they can get them in bed. We were both just tickled to have finally reached that eschilon in life where we are able to party a bit later. Thanks Roger, Gail, Tim and Karen. Thanks for helping us grow up.
The kids were real performers all night, climbing all over our guests. Brooke was taking surveys and Mitch was climbing on Roger like he was a jungle gym.
It appears I need more booze. We had an immediate lack of vodka, and it seems Roger likes whisky. Who knew? I had him pegged for a beer guy. Also, the gin seems to be missing. I'll have to rectify this.
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