I LOVE Friday the Thirteenth!
Why? Well, mainly because I'm perverse and everyone else seems to distrust it. Also, over the years, I've complained about my bad luck so often that I used to say the only time I had good luck was when everyone else had bad luck. So, Friday the Thirteenth, became one of my "lucky" days. Not sure how this one will turn out, but I'm hoping for the best!
Oh, and here's a link to why everyone else is afraid of Friday the Thirteenth.
I'm starting to feel like the Grim Reaper again...
I love Dr. Suess, but all he did was inspire the title.
Test your skills!
Well, since it's hacking IIS 6, I'm not sure how much of a "challenge" it will be, but, still, the "Hack IIS 6 Contest" sounds like a bit of fun. The goal, obviously, is to crack a publicly available Internet Information Server 6 that the contest organizers have setup. They claim to have set it up as they would expect the "average" Windows Admin would have configured it. The goal is a simple defacement or the reading of a "hidden" document. The prize is an XBOX.
Yikes! I almost missed it!
Well, actually, I will because I'm just too busy this weekend, but you, my faithful readers, will not have to miss Free Comic Book Day! So, quickly, before all the good ones are gone, find yourself a local comic shop and get your free comic! (Okay, check first to see if they're participating, because not everyone is.)
There's a frightening, new people search engine in beta.
No, trust me, this is really cool.
I've been blogging, in one form or another, for five years now.
Wow. That's a lot of meaningless nonesense spewed, eh? Take a look back through the archives and see what I've babbled about over the years. It's occasionally interesting. Do a search on "black helicopters" and see what turns up, for instance. Freaky.
Looks like I'm going to be a Unix admin!
I have a window.
Have I mentioned that before? My new cube at my new job has a window. It's nice, especially on Friday afternoon when I'm trying to figure out how to fill the seemingly endless hours of weekend without thinking about how lonely I am or whether I should just swallow my own tounge and not worry about it. Much to my own surprise, I usually find things to do that have more merit than choking myself on my own tounge. I wonder how long that can last?
