I'm still not sure...

It felt like she was trying to take one last shot at me.  Like she was trying to engage me in some sort of communication one last time, for some reason, when I got this last e-mail:

"Wow, OK.  Good luck to you.  Sorry that I fell asleep last night but thanks for being patient about it nonetheless."

Okay, now I know for sure I've had enough of this.

So, I'm rushing out of the office to get home, let the dog out, change clothes and get back in the car to scramble to my friend's, J.'s, birthday party when I get a "private number" calling on my cell. I have a simple rule with that stuff, namely, "no ID, no answer". Then, I get a text from ER girl.

"Your vm cut me off..."
Getting network busy
"Weird..."
Yeah In car What's up?
"Yes was just trying to call you back"

Surely this qualifies as Friday Fun...

Yeah, that must be it.

Sun spots are interfering with her phone. That's why she didn't answer when we prearranged the call and time and everything. Or, maybe, she's on the way to the emergency room with her friend again. Yeah, that's the ticket.

So, the ER girl from Match called.

Apparently, we're still on for lunch this coming weekend.  Now, all I have to do is find a decent restaurant between Jersey Village and, roughly, Highway 6 and Westheimer.

You're got until about this time tomorrow night to make suggestions.  I've been instructed not to call during Grey's Anantomy, so I have until it's over to pick a place.

"... Nothing stays still."
- Heraclitus

I'm in between and I can feel it.
I'm like that guy who's read one too many books on sleight of hand and stage magic that can see the trick happening on stage and know how it's done, even if he can't quite manage the trick himself. I'm not the man behind the curtain, but I can see his shoes poking out from back stage. I can see the gears that drive the smoke and mirrors of my life.

Okay, so this morning's post was lame.

Oh, these are strange, but good.

Here's a link to a DefenseTech article about the CIA's Online "Personality Test" which is supposed to open our eyes to what it's really like to work for the CIA.  Apparently, it's not ALL like James Bond.  Who knew?

And, in a totally different vein, this is the most disturbing wallpaper I've ever seen.  Look really closely at it.  Hmm, maybe for one of the guest rooms...

Have I got a tool for you! (Oh, that sounded wrong in all the "not-safe-for-work" ways...)

So, I had this "little problem" at work with a machine from a remote site. We don't have high-speed connections between offices, so each office is their own Domain, right? Well, no one could remember any username/password combonations on this machine so I could sign in and fix the other problem.
Luckily, I found the "Offline NT Password and Registry Editor".

What to bring to a birthday party?

So, a friend of mine is having a birthday coming up and his dear, sweet, darling girl-friend is putting together a party.  Sadly, she's an overworked grad student who is too tired to remember all the details, so, when I was being nice, polite and friendly and asked if there was anything I could do or bring, she asked me for suggestions.
I wisely deflected that with "Sadly, you have *much* more experience planning parties than I do! Besides, with my history, you never know what that kind of question is going to produce."