I'm so sick and tired of the shit on the radio
Work got you down? Feeling a little abused, under-used, and confused? Sing a little song with me: We R in need of a moonlight excursion. Spelunking for Dummies, a trip to the center of the server, down into the womb of the mothership, doling out a little TLC.
Moonlighting on my moonlighting, I've been helping Bryce over at Sentry Outpost. My big fat foot squashing into smithereens a nasty little piece of crashed something-or-other some hashbrowned-hacker left stewing on our machine. Finally got some juicy log files out of it, and now I'm having delicious visions of starring in the Made-for-TV movie of "How to Bust a Satanist PayPal Scambot" or "He Stopped A Terrorist DNS Controller: The Stu Ronomi Story."
Whatever is there, bubbling in the cauldron, it keeps looking more and more nasty. I honestly don't know how anyone could not love something called boil.c - it just screams "Touch-a touch-a touch me!" It's sucky to say, but I'm not entirely sure my Ginsu-sharp mind is going to be enough to get Bryce through this (he's a touch old skool). It's been like trying to explain to Grandma why I don't want any more email forwards.
Posted by StuR on May 24, 2007 02:47 AM | Permalink