Snerk…

From a friend in the ‘business’ Down Under…

Having done a ‘little’ IT work over the years, I can attest to some of these.

GETTING THE MOST FROM YOUR I.T. DEPARTMENT

-When you call us to have your computer moved, be sure to leave it buried under half a ton of postcards, baby pictures, stuffed animals, dried flowers, bowling trophies and children’s art. We don’t have a life, and we find it deeply moving to catch a fleeting glimpse of yours.
-Don’t write anything down. Ever. We can play back the error messages from here.
-When an I.T. person says he’s coming right over, go for coffee. That way you won’t be there when we need your password. It’s nothing for us to remember 300 logins.
-When you call the helpdesk, state what you want, not what’s keeping you from getting it. We don’t need to know that you can’t get into your mail because your computer won’t power on at all.
-When I.T. support sends you an email with high importance, delete it at once. We’re just testing.
-When an I.T. person is eating lunch at his desk, walk right in and spill your guts right out. We exist only to serve.
-Send urgent emails all in uppercase. The mail server picks it up and flags it as a rush delivery.
-When the photocopier doesn’t work, call computer support. There’s electronics in it.
-When you’re getting a NO DIAL TONE message at home, call computer support. We can fix your telephone line from here.
-When you have a dozen old computer screens to get rid of, call computer support. We’re collectors.
-When something’s wrong with your home PC, dump it on an I.T. person’s chair with no name, no phone number and no description of the problem. We love a puzzle.
-When an I.T. person tells you that computer screens don’t have cartridges in them, argue. We love a good argument.
-When an I.T. person tells you that he’ll be there shortly, reply in a scathing tone of voice: “And just how many weeks do you mean by shortly?”. That motivates us.
-When the printer won’t print, re-send the job at least 20 times. Print jobs frequently get sucked into black holes.
-When the printer still won’t print after 20 tries, send the job to all 68 printers in the company. One of them is bound to work.
-Don’t learn the proper name for anything technical. We know exactly what you mean by “my thingy blew up”.
-Don’t use online help. Online help is for wimps.
-If the mouse cable keeps knocking down the framed picture of your dog, lift the computer and stuff the cable under it. Mouse cables were designed to have 20kg of computer sitting on top of them.
-If the space bar on your keyboard doesn’t work, blame it on the mail upgrade. Keyboards are actually very happy with half a pound of muffin crumbs and nail clippings in them.
-When you get a message saying “Are you sure?” click on that Yes button as fast as you can. Hell, if you weren’t sure, you wouldn’t be doing it, would you?
-When you find an I.T. person on the phone with his bank, sit uninvited on the corner of his desk and stare at him until he hangs up. We don’t have any money to speak of anyway.
-Feel perfectly free to say things like “I don’t know nothing about that computer crap”. We don’t mind at all hearing our area of professional expertise referred to as crap.
-When you need to change the cartridge in a printer, call I.T. support. Changing a cartridge is an extremely complex task, and Hewlett-Packard recommends that it be performed only by a professional engineer with a Master’s in nuclear physics.
-When you can’t find someone in the government directory, call I.T. Support.
-When you have a lock to pick on an old file cabinet, call I.T. Support. We love to hack.
-When something’s the matter with your computer, ask your secretary to call the helpdesk. We enjoy the challenge of having to deal with a third party who doesn’t know anything about the problem.
-When you receive a 300mb movie file, send it to everyone as a mail attachment. We’ve got lots of disk space on that mail server.
-Don’t even think of breaking large print jobs down into smaller chunks. Somebody else might get a chance to squeeze a memo into the queue.
-When an I.T. person gets on the elevator pushing $100,000 worth of computer equipment on a cart, ask in a very loud voice: “Good grief, you take the elevator to go DOWN one floor?!?” That’s another one that cracks us up no end.
-When you lose your car keys, send an email to the entire company. People in the Hong Kong Office like to keep abreast of what’s going on.
-When you bump into an I.T. person at the grocery store on a Saturday, ask a computer question. We do weekends.
-Don’t bother to tell us when you move computers around on your own. Computer names are just a cosmetic feature.
-When you bring your own personal home PC for repair at the office, leave the documentation at home. We’ll find all the settings and drivers somewhere.
-In no way do we believe that end users are ungrateful. It hurts our feelings that one could even think such a thing on the basis of the above statements. In truth we wish to express our deepest gratitude to the hundreds of wonderful end users portrayed herein, without whom none of this would have been remotely possible.

Regards, Your Friendly Computer Guy.

 

Interesting article…

Doing some research and I ran across this…

The Ideological Turing Test

According to Krugman, liberals have the ability to simulate conservatives, but conservatives lack the ability to simulate liberals:

Full article, HERE at Econlib.org

To take a step back, let’s look at the definition of ideology from Merriam/Webster-

1: aa manner or the content of thinking characteristic of an individual, group, or culture
    bthe integrated assertions, theories and aims that constitute a sociopolitical program
    ca systematic body of concepts especially about human life or culture
2visionary theorizing
I think this is pretty much the definition of the various ‘isms’ out there. Conservatism, libertarianism, communism, socialism, etc. fit the definitions of both 1 a and b. I think the systematic body of concepts is a bit harder to quantify, but those could possibly equate to religions, specific cultures (asian, islam, christianity, and ???)
One of Krugman’s fallacies is that the left is always ‘better’ at understanding the right’s ideas/ideals than the reverse, and can talk coherently about it because they ‘listen’…
From what I’ve seen, the opposite is, at least in my limited view, more correct. When confronted with facts, the left relies on ad hominems, changing the subject, or deflecting the questions rather than an actual discussion. Or they default to ‘talking past’ whomever they are conversing with.
The other thing that I find interesting is the various things that impact a person’s perceptions/viewpoints. Age, family, location, education, travel, media, etc. all tend to ‘modify’ people’s perceptions as they get older. People do change perceptions/viewpoints depending on what they think is important. To me, probably the biggest ‘change’ occurs as a person ages and their ‘needs’ change (in other words, THEY have to pay the bills).
The division we are seeing today doesn’t bode well for us as a country, IMHO. We are being driven apart by internal and external forces bent on forcing their various isms down our throats thinking that just because we aren’t saying anything means we agree.
They don’t realize that we (boomers/silent majority/whateverthehellyouwanttocall us), don’t scream and yell about things. We sit quietly on the sidelines, using the system, such as it is, to counter them, until the system no longer accepts our inputs. When that happens, it will go rodeo.
I think Virginia ‘may’ be the first shot fired in response to the left, possibly even literally…
Your thoughts?

Grumble…

Cold, wet, nasty weather. My back is ‘talking to me’…

Went to bed early last night, but I’ll leave you with this, from a discussion in one of the Navy forums about how ‘successful’ carriers are, and whether or not they were worth the ‘price’…

Considering the prime directive, if you will, of the US Navy is protection of the Sea Lines Of Communication (SLOCs), which means the shipping lanes anywhere in the world that serve the USA. The secondary mission is power projection in support of our various treaty partners and our folks stationed overseas.

Nuff said…

Hrmmm…

Got a bit of a quandry…

Y’all have been asking for a paperback with the stuff that has only been published on Kindle.

Burnt Ends- The Collection is roughed out. Problem is, pulling all of the stories together, plus one new story, takes it to 141,000 words/600 pages, which drives the print on demand price up to $18.50.

Here’s an early possible design of a cover… It may or may not be the final, nor is the text finalized. Tina is hard at work on different ideas, but I did want to at least update the status, since a couple of folks have asked in the last week.

I doubt that I will sell many at that price, but I’d like some reader input here. Should I go ahead and publish this? It will probably take another month to get it all done…

Gun show stories…

So… Spend the last two days at a gun show and it’s been ‘interesting’…

The people watching even more so. LOL

You always get the lookie-lou’s who want the cheep deal, “I can get it for XXX at XXX dealer, so why won’t you sell it to me for that?” Ummm… Maybe because I know how much said dealer ACTUALLY wants for the item. One guy came back to Peter’s table THREE times to try to get a ‘deal’, but Peter wasn’t falling for that.

Or the guy that wants XXX for something because, “On Gun Broker or Arms List they are going for XXX”  Well, it’s because they ‘hope’ to get XXX, not because it’s actually worth that.

And the posers… Tatted up, bearded up, with the latest strac too small shirt and pants. Mixed with good old boys in their boots, jeans, and cowboy hats. And a lot of older veterans, mixed with younger veterans. The Army guys in many cases had specific unit hats, as did the three Marines I saw, but the Air Force and Navy guys, by and large had generic hats on.

A VERY polite crowd, women and kids with hubbies, women shopping by themselves FOR themselves, sadly none of them were interested in shotguns…

Lots of gimme hats, not a few Trump hats, and not a pussy hat to be seen. Quite a few buying and selling various things on both sides of the table, and some really nice pieces on ‘display’, because the prices were high as hell! 🙂

Only saw a couple of trophy wives parading through, but I do have to say as a guy, I ‘enjoy’ yoga pants and tight tops… LOL

Sold what I took to sell, and even sold a couple of sets of my books, many thanks to Wing for actually running back to my house and bringing a few more of mine, and some of Peter’s too!!!

Wuff…

Spent all yesterday at the gun show selling some guns for a friend’s dad. I’m too old for that crap. 10 hours on a concrete floor is NOT any fun anymore. But the ‘variety’ of people was interesting!

I think I saw every ethnicity represented, old, young, females with and without men, veterans (old and new), and some interesting ‘characters’.

So, you get a throwback post…

The Challenge Coin

Throwing the last of the tickets on the table in disgust, Aaron looked at Matt and the rest of the table and said, “Well, I guess we got snookered again.  Sometimes I think that is my typical luck, and it seems like it’s rubbed off on everybody else tonight.”

Matt laughed. “Well, we’re not going home empty handed, Aaron, and I think the colonel will be pretty happy with this, considering our competition this weekend.  I don’t think we could legally have won anything anyway.”

The old man, Jesse, Matt and Aaron sat in a companionable silence, sipping coffee and nibbling on the deserts and cookies.  Watching the other shooters, wives and girlfriends circulating between tables and admiring the various plaques the different teams had won and the winners of the raffles admiring their prizes.

A small crowd gathered looking at the scores, and more than a few glances came their way.  The SAS and the SEAL team were off in a corner by themselves and raucous laughter was heard every few minutes.  Jesse looked at the plaque Matt and Aaron had won as the third place military team and decided to eat one more cookie.

“Oh damn, here comes the grunt again,” Matt moaned.

The old man looked across the table with a quizzical expression. “What’s the problem?”

“This damn Army sergeant keeps trying to catch us without our coins, sir. Aaron you’ve got yours right?” Matt shook his head and started digging in his wallet for his as Aaron went for his breast pocket.

Jesse, not understanding what was happening looked over and asked, “What coins are y’all talking about?”

The old man reached into his shirt and pulling out a pouch that was around his neck on a leather thong. He pulled an old silver coin from it and palmed it in his right hand.  “Just wait and see, Jesse,” he said, an evil grin on his face.

The Army Sergeant weaved up to the table and slapped his hand down on the table, calling out, “Coin check you misguided children! 101st, put up or buy up boys!”  Removing his hand, he revealed a coin lying on the table.

Matt and Aaron both slapped their hands down on the table, saying in unison, “Two MEF.” And showed their coins.

The Army Sergeant looked over at the Cronin. “Do you even know what we’re talking about, old man?”

He raised his hand to the table top, gently laid it on the table and said, “DOL, Fifth Group. You know what we drink.” And showed the old silver coin in his palm.

The Army sergeant turned pale and quickly put his coin back in his pocket, saying, “Yes, sir. Be right back, sir,” as he turned away and headed for the bar.

Jesse, now totally confused, looked at Matt and Aaron, who were also uncertain at this point. The old man smiled, if it could be called that.  “Papa, what in the hell is going on?”

“Well, he stepped on his dick is what just happened, Jesse; he didn’t think there would be any chance of running across one of us here, and he got caught out.  I hope y’all like brandy.”

Jesse asked, “What do you mean one of ‘us,’ Papa, and what’s DOL?”

Matt chimed in then.  “I’ve never seen him do that either, what did you show him sir or was it what you said?”

Grinning, the old man spun the coin in his hand and passed it to Jesse, reaching under his shirt and taking off the pouch that had held the coin.  “There are a few of us old farts around that go back to the early days when Fifth Group was the main Special Forces group in Vietnam.” Pointing at the coin he added, “All of the old farts like me got silver coins presented by the General in country, and we all had these elephant hide pouches made for them.

We all wore them around our necks, and vowed never to be without them.  DOL is De Oppresso Liber, Latin for to free from oppression and the motto of Special Forces.”

As Jesse looked at both sides of the coin and passed it to Matt, she shook her head and just looked at the old man.  “Why is this the first time I’m finding this out Papa? And what’s this about drinking?  I’ve never seen you take a drink in my life at least that I can remember.”

“Honey, there are a lot of things you don’t know, and I hope to God you never find out.  That was a different life and a different time from today.”

At that point, a very subdued Army Sergeant returned to the table with four shots and quietly asked, “Sir if there is nothing else, may I be excused?”

The old man just nodded.  He gestured to the others and each picked up the shots, and he toasted, “De oppresso liber” as they downed their shots.  Jesse shivered and wondered what she had gotten into, and realized she didn’t really like brandy.

Matt realized the old man they were sitting with was one of the real warriors, and at least for him, things began to fall into place.  The attitude, the old but well-cared for rifle, the shooting ability, and his watchfulness all snapped into place and he decided he truly did not want to get on the wrong side of this man.  And he decided that this old man had put more than a few in the ground over the years.

He also wondered if Aaron had picked up on it, or was too enthralled by Jesse to be aware of the bigger picture.

The old man turned to Jesse.  “You about ready girl? We got miles to go tomorrow and I ain’t gettin’ any younger.”

Jesse just shook her head.  “Well, Papa, I guess since ‘you’ need your sleep I guess we better get you to bed.”

Aaron looked like he was going to say something, but stopped when Matt gave him the quiet hand signal.  Matt noticed the old man smiling, and he guessed he caught it.  The old man got up and so did Matt, Aaron and Jesse.

Fishing in his wallet, the old man passed Matt and Aaron cards.  “Matt, Aaron, it was a pleasure to meet y’all, and I wish you the best in your careers; and if you ever get to West Texas, give me a call.  I’ll treat y’all to some good barbecue on me.”

Aaron reached across and shook the old man’s hand, and Jesse walked around the table to give both Matt and Aaron hugs, and a peck on the cheek for Aaron, who promptly started turning red again.

Matt took the card and shook hands with the old man.  “Mr. Cronin, if I ever get out that way I will, and thanks for letting us join you.  I couldn’t help but notice that you’ve never even checked your scores.  Do you know how well y’all did?”

“Nope, and I really don’t care.  This trip was just for fun and to get outta Texas for a bit, and let Jesse see a different part of the country,” the old man replied.

Jesse looked at Matt asking, “Did you go look?  And if you did, how’d we shoot?  Papa never tells me anything.”

Matt, looking at both Jesse and the old man responded, “Well sir, y’all out shot everybody but the SAS and you tied them at 462 of a possible 470 points.  AND you did that without really modern guns, or scopes or spotting scopes.  If y’all had been a bit faster, you would have won the law enforcement side hands down, and probably beaten most of the military folks.”

Jesse and Aaron both looked at Matt in incredulity, but the old man just smiled.  Jesse hit the old man on the shoulder.  “Dammit Papa, why didn’t you tell me we did that good?”

“Cause I don’t care, hon.  This is all for fun, so it don’t make a damn how good we did.  And I knew coming in I was too old to run that far that fast.  But I wanted you to see that you can compete with the boys, and you don’t have a damn thing to be apologetic for.  Now let’s go.”

The old man and Jesse slipped out the back door, as quietly as they’d come.

Really???

Sigh…

President Trump on Friday unveiled the logo for Space Force, the newly established sixth branch of the Armed Forces.

“After consultation with our Great Military Leaders, designers, and others, I am pleased to present the new logo for the United States Space Force, the Sixth Branch of our Magnificent Military!” Trump tweeted Friday afternoon, attaching a picture of the logo.

Full article, HERE.

However, there is a ‘slight’ problem… Does it look familiar to anyone???

Bueller???

Yeah, you got it… Somebody on the design team was a Trekkie…

Sigh…

Sigh…

Is the faux impeachment over YET???

How many hours can the Dems stand up and blather the same BS?

Or is it a case of telling the lies over and over again, hoping that ‘somebody’ will believe them?

Lies about the Mueller Report.

Lies about Zalenski’s response to Trump phone call.

Selectively pulling words out of context.

Saying that Executive Privilege isn’t what we think. That it doesn’t apply to the president.

The election cannot be decided at the ballot box… WTF???

What are we, us poor voters, chopped liver?

Sigh…

TBT…

I can’t do any better than this…

And I DO remember my parents talking about some of these things, in 1957. We had a black and white TV, with three channels, and it was only turned on after supper for an hour or two. I was allowed to watch cartoons for a couple of hours on Saturday morning, but that was it.

Our family doctor still made house calls in those days too…

Posted in TBT

Follow-up…

The media was boo hooing the fact there wasn’t death and destruction yesterday in Richmond, even as Gov Blackface ‘took credit’ for ‘defusing’ the situation… Yeah, right.

Oh, and they were STILL portraying it as alt-right/white supremacist/yada, yada…

But here’s an interesting take from Maj Toure, the founder of Black Guns Matter.

He founded BGM in 2016 and used to sell his T-shirts out of a suitcase at the NRA while he walked the floor. We talked to him (and bought a t-shirt), and I can confirm he’s definitely pro-gun, pro-2A, and pro black and urban ownership of guns. He’s from Philly and as he said, “Came up hard.” Kudos to him, and he did have some folks at the rally wearing his t-shirts.

Here’s another, this one a boots on the ground interview.

There were also LGBT, Hispanics, Asians, those browbeaten women who were there by direction of their… never mind… LADIES were there by themselves and proud! And at least one person flying the Hong Kong flag, although I can’t find a picture of it… And I found it!!!

Now the question is, will the Dems in VA listen, or will they bow to Bloomie’s instructions, since he bought the vote and Virginia.