I love Halloween. Particularly when it’s on a Friday. Partying, drinking and handing out candy to little kids. Joy!

At the moment, however, I’m anxiously awaiting a process of converting a physical server to a virtual machine to finish at work. It’s not all relax just yet. It claims it’s 68% of the way through and only 34 minutes to go, but I know it could take longer. A lot longer potentially. It’s been going a little over an hour (which I guess isn’t bad, considering the slow state of the degraded RAID it’s coming from).

Did I just work geek out on my blog?

I think I did.

Time to go twitter. Never done it before. I hear it’s addictive. I need a good, healthy tech addiction. No I don’t. WTF.

Not that anyone cares, really.

Gregsta’

UPDATE: Apparently I had Twittered before, 3 months ago. How quickly I forget.

The wonderful part about being a nerd herding computer pro is that I get to play with new toys all the time (when the company has money in the coffers, anyway). Right now, that means video conferencing, new Palm PDA’s, fast laptops and high end color copiers.

Today, I just want to go to bed and sleep. I don’t can how many gadgets there are to play with.

Gregsta’: Delusional

Technology is the biggest love-hate relationship I have. It swings toward hate a lot more these days.

Oh, and a big FUCK YOU to all the hackers, script kiddies and extortionists out there that make Windows security updates necessary.

Gregsta’: Sick of Security Updates

Haloween. It’s one of those holidays my wife loves. I on the other hand secretly just want to stay home with a remote controlled water gun aimed in the general direction of trick-or-treaters. Why? Because if I had been assaulted with a water gun as a kid on Halloween, it would have built important and necessary character traits I needed in life. I want all kids to have the opportunity to be successful in life. You can’t be successful in life if you never get hit with a water gun on Halloween.

Tough Lovingly,
Gregsta’

It’s a weird day. That is all.

Gregsta’

It’s time for another round of Q&A; with Gregster. All questions are real.

Q. I emailed you 2 weeks ago and I still haven’t gotten a response. What gives?
A. I don’t respond to emails requiring thought, long responses or commitment. Who has time? Besides, I’m married – I’ve already made the biggest commitment I’ll ever need to make, so why make any more? I’m constantly bombarded with short emails that require split second responses that make me a hero. Your 3 page “this is what’s happening with me, what’s happening with you, do you want to hang out” email will not get a response for at least a month. You will also get a big fat “I can’t hang out because I’m too busy.” My suggestion? Shorten down to “Hey, let’s go to [insert affordable restaurant name we've all been to before] on [day of the week I have off] and catch up. I’ll buy!” It’s a recipe for success!

Q. Why do you kick homeless people all the time? They’re people just like you and me!
A. No, they are not people. People have jobs and purposes in life. Homeless people smell, ask for change and pee on the sides of buildings. They deserve to be kicked.

Q. How is it that you can make time to hang out with your drinking buddies, but not me?
A. Because my drinking buddies are always at the bar. Try it – I’ll run into you sometime. Booze, darts and friends. It doesn’t get much better than that!

Q. Is there a particular reason you’re so jaded?
A. I’m not jaded, rather I’m opinionated and I happen to have very limited time resources. If you don’t agree with me, I’m not going to make the time to correct you or discuss the matter. It’s that simple. We’re all entitled to our opinions. Learning to respect each others differences of opinions is paramount to living in harmony with each other.

Q. You’re an asshole, Gregster. How does your wife stand you?
A. I love my wife, listen to her, support her and giver her my utmost respect. You just called me an asshole. Figure it out for yourself.

Answeringly,
Gregsta’

Office: Mad House

World: Gone Mad

Me: mAd sKilLz @ tha bLawG

You: Wasting mad time reading my blog. Get back to work.

Gregsta’: Mad

I love cooking. There are few things I like more than cooking. It’s, shall we say, a passion of epic proportions. I was reminded one of the cardinal cooking/physics rules this evening:

Frozen food dropped into hot oil will splatter.

I have a nice owwie on my middle finger. Lesson re-learned.

Gregsta’: Hot Oil Rub

It’s Thursday! Yippie! One more long, arduous day and then a long arduous weekend!

I’ll spend my day working long hours, traveling to the Emerald City (why do they call it that anyway?) and staying in a hotel. Oh joy.

The things we do for work.

Mad prop-a-lopas to Gooch. Saving my ass, one billable hour at a time. If I had a hero right now, it would be Gooch.

Gregsta: Railing…

I know how this guy feels. Sort of.

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