Post later

Posted on by Sarah A. Hoyt

Sorry, I have to deal with some appointment stuff.  will post nearer noon.

Someone was supposed to send me a guest post and didn’t!

Try not to break things or each other.  SPQR has the baton to close discussions that are driving everyone insane.  He’s used to command.

80 thoughts on “Post later”

  1. SPQR has the baton to close discussions that are driving everyone insane.

    More of a putt really.

    Well, with some it’s more of a tug *back* in the direction of sanity.

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  2. In honor of SPQR being put in charge, I offer the following song:

    “Romans, lock your wives away/The bald seducer’s in the rear/You’ve squandered on his Gallic vice the gold you lent him here.”

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  3. But….but…

    Not break anything? I mean, you know we’re Huns right? Raid/pillage? That’s what we do. And we can’t break anything…

    *SNIFF*

    Now I can’t do my job anymore.

    *Puts down the two by four that was pointed directly at the window and walks away.*

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    2. Here, you can borrow my Clue by four +5. It’s designed specifically for those occasions when you can’t break things, but someone desperately needs special attention.

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      1. I appreciate it, but some of the people I know are kind of hard headed and well…

        I’ve broken a couple clue by fours over heads in the past. I’m trying to be a good boy today.

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      1. To each his own I guess. I’ve always been in it for the money. It occurs to me that our lovely hostess never said “Don’t BURN anything,” so I’m thinking we’re back in business anyway. We’ll just have to be _very careful_ when we put down the flaming torches.

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            1. The terms “sulking dragons” and “fun” don’t belong in the same sentence without a great thumping NOT in it somewhere.

              At the very least, you need to use both.

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    6. We just need a better definition of ‘things’. I’m sure our hostess would never object to us breaking, say, any stray trolls who try to get in.
      (You know she wrote that line and said “This’ll keep ’em busy while I’m gone.”)

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      1. But troll breaking isn’t “breaking” is it? I mean, you can harness those things and ride them like horses if you can put up with the whining but you have to break them first.

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    1. Heh, just hope he doesn’t mistake the cheerleader’s outfit for a centurion’s tunic. Again. (slams the door and tries to catch Wayne…)

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        2. Was it designed by BS Johnson, to be loaded from a carp pond that’s 100 yards long and 6″ wide? I never did figure out how he got it to flow uphill to the roof, or how the water returns to the other end from there.

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  5. Do his ears hang low,
    Do they wobble to and fro?
    Can he tie them in a knot,
    Can he tie them in a bow?
    Can he throw them over his shoulder,
    like a continental soldier?
    Do his ears hang low?

    Have no earthly idea why this little ditty leapt into my brain of a sudden, but felt compelled to share none the less.

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    1. How is this a bad thing? It’s too early to be hurricane season and it gets those freezing cold damnyankee professors to someplace warm when they’re still freezing in their northern abodes.

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      1. Because the hotels have jacked their rates up, and you get both Spr-ng Br–k-rs and professors in the same towns. And I greatly dislike sunny beaches, but that’s my problem, not theirs.

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    2. Academic conferences specifically designed to transport the professoriate to the location where scantily clad coeds are imbibing heavily?

      You’re right, I can’t think of any reason that might happen.

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    2. Since there has been a bunch of talk of fishes here today, I have a TRUE fish story:
      Back…a lot longer than I’d care to think, my sister, in the Explorer Scouts, went on a canoe trip in Canada – somewhere around Winnepeg, IIRC. Flew them all out a couple hundred miles and dropped them off to canoe back. So, one evening after setting up camp, several of them were fishing, and one of the other girls decided she needed to go visit a tree for a moment and asked my sister to watch her fishing pole, but, “Don’t catch anything!” So, being the nice (HA! She had them fooled…) girl that she was, she just sat there and moved the pole back and forth, left to right, saying, “Here fishy, fishy! Here, fishy, fishy, fishy!” The other girl almost made it to the latrine before she had to run back and grab the net to help my sister land the walleye that went for the bait. I think the “Here, fishy, fishy!” plaque they gave my sister when they got back from the trip is still hanging on the wall at mom & dad’s.

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  10. Hey, how do you get this confounded machine to make tea? I’ve twiddled all the knobs, and I’ve only gotten coffee and Vogon poetry. The mousetrap cleverly hidden behind the knob labeled “Do not twiddle” was an unwelcome surprise, too.

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    2. Dunno McChuck, but if I my boredom level gets any higher today you might be “treated” to some of my poetry and it’s the only thing in the universe WORSE than Vogon poetry.

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      1. Wanna help edit a ks.cfg file so it detects what network cards have link and what drives are available for install dependent on the hardware you’re installing to? (e.g. if it’s $Decent_Hardware we install ONLY on the first drive, if it’s $Stupid_Hardware we make a raid of the two drives we find that are SSD, because we don’t know where they’re going to be found amoung the 74 on the server. Usually they’re sdb and sdc. No, sda is something else and we can’t use it. No, not “shouldn’t? “can’t” as in it don’t frackign work).

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  11. Sudden mental image of SPQR riding a giant elephant, rod of authority leaning at his elbow, massive eagle banner over the palanquin…

    I don’t know why the elephant is breathing fire, though.

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