Buh. I went to Adelaide for the weekend. Then I came home. Then I got sick for a week. Then I fainted on a train (commence the laughter). Then I stayed home a bit more. Then I got better. Then I went to work, as weak as a kitten. Then I had another weekend. Then my computer blow up and started smoking and I was sad. Back when I can.
Today:
Hollywood studio Columbia is planning to revive its hit 1980s franchise Ghostbusters with a third film that will reunite stars Bill Murray and Dan Aykroyd, it was reported today.
Yesterday:
PNY have teamed up with Sony Pictures Home Entertainment to deliver [Ghostbusters] the first full-length movie on a USB stick, ready to play on a PC or laptop.
Coincidence? or ZUUUUUUUL
I had some links piled up somewhere to write about serious topics like rape and American politics. But I suspect that takes more than five minutes of what I like to consider thought. So I’m going to go straight to the jokes premised on the humorous nature of the word “fuck.”
Miri: What edge? Nobody wants to see us fuck Zack.
Zack: Everybody likes to watch anybody fuck. I hate Rosie O’Donnel, but if someone said “I’ve got a tape of Rosie O’Donnel geting fucked stuipd,” I’d be like “Why the fuck aren’t we watching it already?”
That would be Zack and Miri Make a Porno, and with Zack being Seth Rogen and the Director being Kevin Smith (of whom I’m a fan boi), you knows that I’ll be there. And I’ll be laughing. Somewhat good trailer here, betterer type trailer over here.
Bonus trailer for the already mocked Fast and Furious can be found here as well. That’s right. Petrol with a street value… Ah Mad Max, look at what we have become.
Also, why did nobody tell Cardinal is hat was on fire?
So, I’m sitting on hold in a phone conference which has yet to begin. I’ll be notified when a chairperson begins the call. And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.
No, actually I think to myself that I like you so much better when you’re naked. But I suppose that’s beside the point. Time passes, the conference call begins.
Spent time attempting to get the usernames, passwords and miscellaneous credentials for some client servers this afternoon. And then more time attempting to get them to be correct, or functional, or you know, generally useful.
As discussed here, by my boss and I. Names changed to protect how cool we are:
3:26PM Luther: Right, Brit #2 is significantly more useful than Brit #1.
3:26PM Luther: Some problem with the user. He is looking for me.
3:26PM Luther: They fail.
3:26PM Boss: DB user?
3:26PM Luther: yeah
3:27PM Luther: He can’t log into SQL management studio thing with it /shrug
3:27PM Boss: k
3:27PM Boss: they suck
3:27PM Boss: setting up a user aint too hard
3:27PM Luther: I have evidence to the contrary
3:28PM Boss: no, you have an outlier, or a deviation to the norm … what you have there is one big bunch of deviations
3:29PM Luther: what I have here… is a failure… to communicate.
This advert for Mother Energy Drink amuses me. And so, in line with their wishes I’m going to try some of their product.
OK, we admit it! What were we thinking when we made Mother taste so god damn awful? Turns out no-one liked the taste of Mother so we’ve hunted down the idiots that concocted the vile potion and ‘processed’ them accordingly to ensure nothing like this ever happens again.
Don’t think I’ve watched any Mighty Boosh since Pen was here, and really, if it’s not OLD GREG, I always assumed it was nothing. But, care of the end of the Olympics we get all sorts of goodies on TV including new Boosh. And lo, Ben (flatmate, not father of the (unlikely) Lando) and I watched Eels and we laughed and laughed. And Nina came home and looked at us strangely. Possibly because of the Cockney urine. (It was a bad time for us boy)
Bonus: I was going to label my Boss “Chet Awesomelaser” because er, I was. And you might not have known about Chet, so you should go check out that comic.
Bouns bonus: Lets try these tag thingies shall we?