I just got back from Bermuda.

Yes, I met up with our friend who lives there.

Yes, things were great.

Yes, I'll post more about all that soon, and with pictures and stories, and funny things.

But, before I get to all that - I had to get this out there. I shot this on our cruise ship.

The title says it all: http://www.zimwiz.com/sexiestmanever.mpg

Click the link - if you dare!

Disclaimer - my cock is owned by me, not SiliconJesus.

j/k, you can borrow it.

heliocentric writes, "The Register has a story about the Dell Tech Force web promotion that has been in action for some time. Dell hired Maverick Productions to create a pair of cartoons that mock "the leviathans of Big Iron." The playful animations are knock offs of the "Team America" film and are aimed right at Unix server sellers Sun Microsystems, IBM and HP. However, the Dell Tech Force fight against Big Iron runs on Solaris servers from Sun."

First, we solved the booze problem with a very nice wood liquior cabinet. All I need is to get some glass cut for the top to keep the bar-tending nice and tidy and we're all set. Photos.

I just got back from the mysterious land that is Canada. I was up there teaching a course about Sun's hardware to a bunch of former MS-centric support people. Well, I hope former, several seem to be easily convertable when topics like OBP, ALOM, RSC, and RISC showed them the power that is Sun. Photos of the trip.

There's also been some new, funny kitty kitty photos added. Link - text, punctuation.

Also, while in Canada, and drunk off of Alexander Keith's beer, I got this Sun-centric (aka heliocentric) tattoo. Photos of tat.

And, last but certainly least, I have a section of the gallery for "hot chicks" where you are free to vote. Some are there as more of "base line" to ensure you're not seeing all 100% hot meat all the time. Photos of hotties.

As a relatively new alcoholic I've been enjoying many of the fruits from the booze tree. The libations have been enjoyed frequently and we're always seeking out new things.

To grow our collection we follow some simple rules for replacement. When a bottle goes empty, at least one of the following conditions must be met when purchasing a replacement:

1) A larger bottle of the same alcohol is to be purchased. (This is called the Super Size rule)
2) A better brand or version of the same alcohol is to be purchased. (This is called the Upgrade rule)
3) A new kind of alcoholic substance is to be purchased in addition to the replacement. (This is called the Expansion rule)

By following these rules you'll be well on your way to drunkenness is no time. After a few months to a year, you'll have a collection that would make any frat envious, but where should you keep it?

The perfect solution now would be to have an actual bar. Entertaining would be easy, storage a snap, and hey - it's just darn cool. But this would require lots of capital (impacting the booze budget) and space at the sacrifice of part of my trains or computers setup. Trust me, you can't get me drunk enough to want to sacrifice either of those.

Our current solution is to store the alcohol under the kitchen sink. That's right, it's down there with the cleaning products. Palmolive-tini, anyone? Comet shooter? How about some Formula 409 on the rocks? Fantastik boilermaker? No? Well, now you see the problem. (But you really should try the Buttery-AJAX -Nipples mmm-mmmmm).

Thus, what I'd like to find would be a nice "liquor cabinet." Something that would look nice in the living room, provide storage for the bottles in use (backup storage can still be kept elsewhere), and allow easy access for the user(s). Look out Martha Stewart, easy entertaining would be just around the corner!

My vision is for an approximately 4-foot tall bookcase-sized device with two doors. The doors would be wood frame with glass and wooden cross-lattice stuff to make it pretty. This would allow a guest to see into the goodies and invite enjoyment, but keep the dust off of things and provide organization. As we have no children (and generally despise them) a lock is not needed, but I can live with one being there. An inner shelf would be nice for maximizing the storage, and I'd prefer wood here for strength.

We already have a nice wine rack that holds all of our bottles of wine, wine glasses, and even the martini glasses, too. Thus, storage of these things is not needed, but martini shaker, shot glasses, and an ice bucket on top of the liquor cabient would be great. We already have these items; they just live in kitchen cabinets.

The sad thing is that in this day of political correctness, AA, and rising gas prices such a creature doesn't seem to exist. Check out this article over on modern drunkard. What a shame! It seems a good liquor cabinet just doesn't belong in today's "modern" society.

What's a boozehound to do? Any of you know where I can find something like what I'm looking for? Please, save us from the Brillo bongs!

BFOWAWALLRSEEEDOKGFNE

Hint:
A warning from Shaw he speaketh to thee by three.

Hint 2:
The letters by three in a box by whom Brutus slain.

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Hint:
A walk to half and then go back to begin.

I checked the FAQ, I searched a bit on google, and I posted to the mozilla/firefox forum, but I still haven't found anything. Thus, I turn to the JE community.

Downloading, use of shortcuts (windows)

This seems to be a problem with the newer mozilla/firefox releases, but I'm not sure when it crept in.

I have a shortcut on my desktop to a repository for some images. When I'm in Mozilla/Firefox, if I click to save a file or an image and I navigate to my desktop and I pick the shortcut I am asked if I want to overwrite this shortcut with the file - it does not follow the link to the destination folder/directory.

I tried this process in IE, and it follows the shortcuts just fine. I'm not sure where I can enable or disable such a "feature" in mozilla.

Thoughts?

Following is my tale about my trip with luvsbway to NYC the other day (April 16, 2005) to try and see DRS with Joanna Gleason.

So, we get to NYC and luckily the bus drops us off on the same block as the Imperial Theater. Couldn't have been any closer. We went up and waited for the lottery that was to start in just a few minutes. I called AntiFreeze who lives in the area to see if he could join us to add his name to the lotto, thus increasing our chances of winning.

Sadly, he didn't make it in time to put his name in. Also, sadly, several obviously local New Yorkers were just walking down the street, going someplace else, and in just a few minutes prior to pulling names asked what was going on, so they decided to toss their names in. Most didn't seem to know what the show was about, or who was in it.

At this point in the story I'm sure you can guess who won and who didn't. Yup, all of the locals got in, and luvsbway and I didn't win. It looked like almost every other out-of-towner did win, however, so good for them.

So, what to do now? We have tickets for the show in two weeks, but we didn't just come all this way for nothing. So, we headed off for the TKTS booth and met AntiFreeze there. We got 50% off tickets for the rear mezzanine. Hey, it wasn't the best seat in the house, but at least we could get to see the show knowing the full cast was there that day. And for roughly $20 a seat, it's hard to argue with that... here at home it's hard to find tickets for that price to a local production.

Then AntiFreeze took us down to Hell's Kitchen for some Turkish lunch that was quite tasty and we chatted away the time we had until the show started. As we got to the theater and said bye to AntiFreeze we just entered through the set of doors there and in front of me was this scruffy looking guy with a teenagerish kid, and the guy looked just like Chris Sarandon (Joanna's husband, you may know of him as Prince Humperdink from The Princess Bride). So I say to luvsbway, "Look who is in front of me," in that quiet yet excited tone.

"Nah, it's not him."

I then overheard their conversation about how this guy saw it a few times out in CA, and was there for opening night, and that this would be his third time since it opened that he's seen it. Who else would be that obsessed... well, it seems luvsbway didn't hear any of the conversation, and didn't believe me until this guy had to have his bag checked by security and she saw the name "Sarandon" embroidered on it.

Thus, we didn't say anything to him as I had this doubter with me who wasn't helping, and I was honestly star struck. Not like that I couldn't talk to a "star;" it was that the subject matter would have been difficult. "Hi, I'm a big fan of your wife," is too corny. And, "Hi, I'm a big fan of yours and Joanna's," still wouldn't have gone anywhere.

I figure that since I mailed a letter to Joanna the other day with a playbill to autograph (and return SASE) and in the letter I mentioned that I would be there in two weeks. I figure if she wants to have any contact that is her decision to make, and she has a simple means to do it. I don't want to be pushy in the matter, and talking to Chris would have been pushy. I keep hearing that while Joanna is very kind and open to her friends she is also rather shy. My dream is to end up like the admin for Greg's site (Joanna's co-star in DRS), but only time will tell.

[Update: Joanna sent the playbill back, with a personal greeting on it.]

So, on with the show. Joanna was as captivating as everyone keeps saying. I was hoping I hadn't just been reading a lot of fan-driven hoopla, but she really is, honestly, outsider third-person feelings here, talented and an amazing performer.

The show itself is very funny, the entire cast is excellent, and the crowds just went wild for all of the jokes, satire, and pratfalls. The songs are wonderful, and I can't wait to buy the cast album. I think we're going to have to buy two as I need an original for the "Joanna Collection" and luvsbway insists on having a real copy for her "Every-Broadway-show-I've-seen-in-person Collection." Hey, her name is "luvs broadway" for a reason I guess.

After the show we hit the Edison for a bite to eat before our bus picked us up. In there we saw Paul McCrane (of Fame, RoboCop, and ER). This time luvsbway believed me when I told her someone was somebody, but she had worked next to the set of ER years ago and had seen Paul many times prior, so it wasn't like I needed his name embroidered on something as proof.

In all it was a good day and I'm really looking forward to our orchestra tickets this Saturday.

So, I bought a mannequin.

Yes, a mannequin.

It's for my dress.

Yes, I have a dress.

Shutupaboutit.

I don't wear it. In fact I don't think it could ever fit me. It's an actual movie prop from Boogie Nights. It's Joanna's dress.

Well, we had some fun with the cat and the mannequin the day I got it.

Enjoy these pix!

FYI - it was his favorite toy, I just put it in an interesting location. Pix may or may not be safe for work depending on how you look at it.

As some of you may know I'm a big fan of the actress Joanna Gleason. Probably even more of you have never heard of her, but you've probably seen her in something. Check out joannagleason.com for bio and role information.

Well, to cut closer to the chase, she's in a Broadway musical right now called Dirty Rotten Scoundrels (it is based on the movie of the same name which is actually a remake of 1964's Bedtime Story). The cast album is going to be released soon (May 10), and a limited edition version is going to be given away for FREE on April 27 from 11:30AM to 1PM in front of the Imperial Theater (where Les Misérables ran). The theater is on 45th street.

But wait, there's more! The show's composer and entire cast will also be on hand to autograph the free albums.

This is all well and good, but I don't live in or around NYC, and I can't get up there on a Wednesday.

Is there anyone up in NYC that can take some time out of his or her day to help me out?

Obviously I have a large interest in Joanna's autograph on an album, and I certainly wouldn't mind another one of the entire cast and composer since the show is awesome (got to see it this past weekend, yay!). And if there are any other Broadway-buffs out there you might be interested in this event, too.

I would pay shipping and whatever other expenses (need to hop the subway?) or help you in any way that I can, if you can help me out here. Please, let me know if there's some way you can help.

Thanks!

A comments about this karma bullshit... fuck it. it can kiss my hairy white arse! .... more to come later...

for all you coffe lovers outhere, introducing... cofee flavored TWIX!...

As you may recall I had surgery on my wrist. This left me in a cast with three pins holding my arm together. Yay me! Well, more like, "Yay vicodin."

So, yesterday was the big day. I got my cast off and the pins removed. And, being weird, I took another weird guy from work with me and a digital camera.

Well, I've put the pictures on the 'net and I will now tell you about the experience. Note: pictures are hosted on joannagleason.com - unofficial home for the greatest actress. Hey, I already told you I was weird, so lay off already.

So, we get to the place and Porter begins learning about the camera. He tried to snag a pic of the cute traffic girl from NBC, but he soon learned taking pictures of a TV (from far away with a telephoto lens) wasn't a great idea.

I get called back and with Porter in toe I asked the first nurse if it would be okay to take pictures. His response after a long pause and stammering, "Of what?"

Well, Porter and I looked at each other, pondered saying something like, "Hey, ever see goatse?" but I spied my arm with a big cast on it and decided to instead suggest the obvious: "My arm?"

The nurse gave us several perplexed looks and sort of consented. He quickly left and then Nurse Dennis came in. To say he is a tad weird would be a gigantic understatement. Dennis is the guy who screwed up my first cast and I had to go back to get a different one.

Dennis was there to cut my cast off, and after some discussion about where he should cut (he wanted to do the sides of the arm, and I protested due to having metal pins sticking out of the sides of my arm) we got to work cutting. Then there was the reveal. Frank'n Arm!

So, with the cast off Porter and I were whisked to the X-Ray room and hung around in the waiting room. This one woman was initially grossed out by this guy sitting there with a big scar on his wrist and things sticking out of it. Her fears worsened when Porter began taking more photos of me, and photos of the posters, and photos of the drug sponsorships of the posters. She couldn't wait to get her X-Ray and leave.

Following my time with the radiation and the wait for development of the film we snagged some shots of the results. You can really see where the pins are, but I don't know about those arrow things that show up. I put my hand up next to film in this shot. Later I'll go back and lighten the hand part so you can see it better.

Then we went back to the little room to have the pins removed. Dennis set me up with a drape and went through the box of tools. Thankfully he skipped the quite rusty pair of pliers and went for a nice Stanley pair. He also got out a little metal pot with a lid and Porter wondered what was in there. Dennis explained: "Alcohol, but not the kind you drink... but I already had some of that this morning... not that you'd notice." Oh, we noticed, I assure you.

So, the doc came in, discussed physical therapy, donned a single rubber glove and after soaking me down in alcohol began pulling. He pulled with great ease and had this short thing in his hand. "Oh no, they broke," I worried. "Oh no, I missed it," worried Porter.

Well, it turns out those green things on the ends of my pins easily pop off. The bare metal bits were still there and with pliers in hand we began the pulling procedure.

First shot of pin-work is okay. This is my favorite shot of the de-pinning. I like all of them for obvious hardworking plier-hand (dig the white knuckles). This one is a coworker's favorite action shot.

What did it feel like to have metal spikes that have been in you for months suddenly uprooted? Well, imagine you have a HUDGE splinter in your arm, and someone is removing it by pulling it out your nose. That almost covers it.

Did I mention blood shoots out of the new holes in my arm? Yeah, that was a neat trick.

So, with pins out (which they let me keep) I went to the exit area to setup my followup appointment. While there nurse Dennis was out to call back another patient. He spotted the booty of a young mother waiting with me. Dennis then looked at Porter with a VERY approving look on his face.