Ok, my gallery server is back online. Even though I have been using XP SP2 for months now at work, I installed it at home and forgot about the default firewall. It blocked connections to both my web server and RDP. All fixed now! Anyway, here are the new galleries:
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Haha, I haven’t posted in two weeks.
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Motorola Mediacenter – Press Releases: Ok, the MPx-220 has been officially announced, again.
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Department of Licensing – Personalized Plate Query: Just in case someone wants to check if a WA personalized plate is available.
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Ok, really weird dream. Here are some of the highlights:
- Set in a time where USA and the Soviet Union are at a full-on war.
- The first part of the dream sees me running across an American battlefield, trying to avoid bullets, mines, bombs, missiles and just about every other type of munition.
- I saw a very large passenger jet, presumably American, get hit by a missle and then crash into the sea. This jet was filled with Olympic athletes.
- At this point, the dream becomes more of a movie and I am delegated to observer status.
- A rag-tag group of Americans decide that the only way to stop the Soviet Union is to infiltrate their country and kill their leader. The group of Americans consist of a female Olympic judge, a 12-year-old girl and an older guy that looks like James Earl Jones.
- This group has to train to be able to infiltrate the country. Instead of learning military techniques, they learn how to train water snakes.
- I don’t remember how, but all of a sudden the entire group is in the heart of the Soviet Union. The unnamed leader is hiding out in a rural town in a boarding house.
- The little girl sneaks upstairs, undetected, to find the leader sleeping amongst 15 other people from the town. The girl places a rag of some sort of chemical over the leaders mouth, knocking him out. Instead of just killing him, the girl saws off his head with a dull machete and puts it into a burlap bag. No one has yet noticed anything has happened. She sneaks downstairs and runs outside.
- Just as she joins the rest of her group hiding behind a bush outside, there is a sound much like the sharpening of a machete. From an open window upstairs, the now-dead body of the leader with a ghostly head starts to appear in the window. At first, it’s safe to assume he is about to brandish a machete when instead he pulls out a .50 cal machine gun (the type that is normally truck mounted). Before he can fire, the James Earl Jones character grabs a gun from the ground and sprays the leader with bullets.
- The end.
- Set in a time where USA and the Soviet Union are at a full-on war.
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Quick post again.
I went to a RallyCross on Sunday (pictures). It was fairly interesting, but I’m not subjecting my only car to that treatment. Today I got my new Microsoft Prime card (discount card for restaurants, hotels, etc). The old design was fairly metrosexual (polka dots and all) but the new one takes the cake!
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Just in case I decide to care about this crap later, my car is #761 out of 1978 built and was built on 07Jan2004.
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I’ve removed the links to my Gallery as I haven’t had time to repopulate it since it was destroyed. I have added a new album though!
Jeff complained that I used a Microsoft building as my background and not Mt. Rainier. I knew that this parking garage would be in full sunlight and completely open. I can take pictures just about wherever I want and he’s a negative fuck anyway!
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Now that I have the SVT Focus, I’ve put the Camaro up for sale. I have so far only posted it in the Microsoft classifieds but anyone in the Puget Sound area can take a look at these. I put the car up two weeks ago and I got a phone call last Wednesday:
Her: I’m calling about the Camaro.
Me: Ok, it’s still available.
Her: Can I come see it?
Me: Sure, when works for you.
Her: How about this weekend?
Me: Ok, when?
Her: Oh, I don’t know, lunchtime?
At this point, I got a little bit frustrated. I dont want to hear “lunchtime”, I want a specific time and date. Anyway, I finally got her to decide on Saturday at noon. She calls me Friday morning (a call I missed since I was in the parking garage) and says that she can’t do it on Saturday and that Sunday at 5 PM would work better. Ok, that is fine. I get a voicemail Sunday at roughly 4 PM to say she can’t make it at 5 PM and would Monday work. I call her back, no answer, so I left a voicemail saying that Monday would be fine if she would please tell me a specific time. She emails me this morning to say that either 6 or 7 PM would work. I told her to give me a specific time and if she was going to change that time to tell me by 2 PM. She writes back, saying 7 PM would be fine. Here we are, 5:30 PM and she calls:
Her: Hi Mike, I just wanted to see if we could meet earlier.
Me: Well, we decided on 7 PM.
Her: I know, but I was wondering if we could meet at 6 or 6:30 PM.
Me: I already said that I would need to know by 2 PM if you were going to change the time.
Her: I know, I was just wondering if you could get off work early.
Me: No, but 7 PM works for me.
Her: Ok.
Me: (Cutting her off) Bye. ::CLICK::
Holy cow. I bet you $100 that she is going to show up 15 minutes late and then not know how to drive a manual transmission. Just wait.
UPDATE: She can’t drive a manual! But, this is a car for her (I think) younger brother so I will give her a little slack.
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Haha, I love this. Posting to blogger on my laptop that is connected to my Smartphone through Bluetooth while the Smartphone has internet access through GPRS. Isn’t technology wonderful?