So I have yet to write up how the movie Idiocracy creeped me out, but it’s a dark comedy that is really dumb for most people, and super scary if you look at what it’s really saying. Z and I both loved it. Anyway, here’s a video clip of Brawndo- one of the drinks in the movie that you can now buy. I went to buy a case, but saw the shipping was $20. What a bummer. So, without further ado, here’s the commercial:
So on my Opensolaris server at home, Zelda has a bunch of messed up MP3s in one of my zfs filesystems. I have since made a snapshot of the zfs filesystem, and removed the messy files to tidy things up. The thing is that the snapshot eats up about 40GB of space, and I need that space. SO, the solution is really quite simple- put that snapshot into a file, and pipe it to my linux desktop (which is using a 500GB hard drive). So easy:
# zfs send tank/home@pre_cleanup_of_zeldas_music | ssh -t -c blowfish \ elysium "cat > /export/home-pre_cleanup_of_zeldas_music.zfs"
If I ever need it again? No problem- mount the snapshot, and grab what I need. God, I love ZFS.
I swear I’m not intentionally writing chain army stories, but there are so many funny/crazy ones. I suppose this one falls in the ‘funny’ category.
I totally forgot about this one, and it came to me when I was taking all this junk that was at the house out to the curb for Santa Clara’s annual “we’ll pick up anything and any amount on the street” day. It’s a shortie, and so it’s a good one to write about before I hit the hay.
So as I stated before, my unit in Hontheim was being shut down, and we were tasked to ‘clean up’- usually that involved dumping a lot of crap in the HUGE ‘barns’ we had (P1 to P3 barn). So, I forget who told me to do it (pretty sure it was Sgt. Lamar), but RIGHT BEFORE lunch, he wanted me to dump a HMMW-V full of scrap metal and other shit in the P1 barn. Ugh- you gotta be kidding me- right before lunch?!? So not cool. I was probably napping with my crew, so I may have been a bit moody after this. I’m sure they got stuck mowing the grass.
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I think everyone can say that Fridays are the sweetest days of the week- it’s the longest period in time before we all have to go back to work. Much is the same everywhere, including my time in Germany. The problem is many did not have a European driver’s license (the battalion Command Sgt. Major gave me one for some unknown reason while I was still in ‘processing’ before I got to my unit). Anyway, to give all the troops a means to go back to Spangdahlem, a sergeant would grab the shuttle (this top heavy Mercedes Benz ‘bus’ that you see everywhere in Europe), load it up with about 40 people, and make haste to the base (where we’d load up at the Class-6 - the booze store), or the PX for audio equipment.
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Of all the memories I have of being in the Army, this is one of my favorites. Not sure why, but it’s got a bit of humor, and really epitomizes what the Army was. I remember this story because it’s soon Spring, and like most things in Spring, the lawn starts growing again. At my unit in Germany, there is grass everywhere, and like every other domesticated place, it has to be mowed. The decision of who gets to do this is easy- give it to the people that don’t have shit to do (namely my crew- the ‘Stingers’, for the missiles we were trained to fire).
It’s getting late, but I wanted to write about something I always scoff at when I see it. When we get milk at the grocery store, the ‘good stuff’ says “From cows NOT treated with rBST”. Basic logic says that because they are specific with a single hormone, they can use a different hormone, and not be accused of lying based on the tag (as I’m sure there are 10’s of different hormones available). I’m sure that if a farm used no hormones, that they would say “From cows NOT treated with any growth hormone, including rBST.” Of course, the majority of consumers looking at the tag believes that they use no hormones- which would be the company’s goal. Nice.
I’ve just about had it. This company (who both my friend Elaine and I thought would be good) American Grass Fed Beef (http://www.americangrassfedbeef
It was a sad realization last night. After being on call from 7a to 7p, Z and I thought it’d be nice to head over to Los Altos grill (a.k.a Bandera’s). Instead, we changed our mind to go to Nola’s instead. There, you can pick your nose, and no one would notice, but at Bandera’s, you have to be more…collected, so Nola’s seemed a better choice. I LOVE their fish tacos, and wedge salad. SO GOOD. When I got their fish tacos last time, they went from seared fish to breaded. This isn’t a big deal as it’s common to have breaded fish tacos. The drawback is that I don’t dig the breading, so the fish tacos are out.
First off, for those that know me, I’m a geek. If you didn’t know that yet, then you CERTAINLY do now given that I’m all excited that KDE 4.0 hit the streets. The sucky thing is that there are no built RPMs or SRPMs available for Fedora 8, so I’m downloading the sources, and building them myself. I’m pretty sure they are nice enough to include a ’spec’ file to make this relatively easy.
Ok, some people get annoyed with my obsessiveness with legal speak, but I can’t help it. I attribute it to a LOVE for logic and rhetoric, and it always puts a smile on my face when I catch something trying to pull a ‘fast one’ past me. The downside is that few if any read what is really written in corporate statements (whether on a ad board, or in a pamphlet). Two specific moments come to mind: