Today, I bring you an actual technical tip.

Many people will be thinking back to what happened on this day in 2001, when a group of tragically misguided fanatics created terror on a previously unimaginable level by flying two passenger airplanes into the the World Trade Center twin towers and a third into the Pentagon. Some fewer people may recall the heart rending heroism of the passengers on the fourth plane, who managed to wrest control back from the hijackers and, sacrificing their own lives, crashed their plane in a field where the damage and horror could be minimized, if such a thing is possible.

Oh, yeah, this is cool!

I really don't mind flying with my boss, but I wish he'd stop saying that.

So, Thursday last week, things started to go wrong with our server in Bellechasse, or, as I think of it, the Sweaty Armpit of the Gulf Coast. First, it was a user who just couldn't seem to connect. Then, there was another user who couldn't connect, though that turned out to be a totally unrelated problem. After dinking around with the server and the workstation over the phone, we finally rebooted the server and the problems seemed to be solved.

Oh, so you thought a fancy title was enough?

But, instead of complaining about why I hate my job tonight, I'll tell you a joke that sums it all up.

Cleaning my house has become a treasure hunt.

I had a bit of a surprise Thursday night at therapy.

My headshrink suggested that further sessions wouldn't be neccessary. Didn't see that one coming. At least, not quite this quickly. Granted, we'd cut our sessions back to every other week some time back, but I hadn't quite expected to cut them out entirely this soon. Still, I suppose if the professional says I'm mentally well enough to stop, I should listen, right? Well, I won't put up a survey on the state of my mental health, so, don't get your hopes up!

Gear that's fun and for fun.

Oh, this cannot be a good sign...