Email from Carbonite. Again.
I originally purchased the Carbonite Business service based on the strong recommendation of Leo LaPorte and the product’s ability to let me manage my own encryption keys. Although this feature is advertised heavily on Leo’s various shows, it is not one that Carbonite recommends to its users. In fact, although the install screen does not make it obvious at which point to save the user-managed key, it does walk the user through several dire warnings about using that particular feature. The installer GUI makes it very clear that if I manage my own key and lose it, Carbonite has no way to help me recover the key and I lose all my data.
But in a regulatory compliance environment, that’s not a bug. It’s a feature. It’s why I bought the service.
The folks over at Silence in the Library Publishing and a bunch of authors, including Gail Z. Martin who featured prominently in The Kindle Confiscation, have a little Kickstarter project going. Having been blessed with way too much integrity and propriety, they describe the project as follows:
Athena’s Daughters is a collection of short speculative fiction by some of the industry’s best female authors.
This anthology features stories written by women about women.
I, on the other hand, have no such boundaries and am free to describe the project somewhat differently: Holy crap, you won’t believe how many cool books, stories, art and music you get for a measly $5!
Apparently I’ve been in IT too long because it doesn’t sound at all weird to me when I say something like “I’m supposed to get cage nuts with this.” My wife, on the other hand, thought it was some new fetish she’d never heard of. Problem is, it took a while before we realized we were having two completely different conversations.
“What are cage nuts?”
At this point I’m thinking “Wow, she’s showing an interest in my work! Maybe she relates better to hardware than to software. I should have tried talking to her about this sooner.”
After 30 years I should know better but I keep thinking prolonged exposure to me will eventually pique her curiosity about something, anything, in my world. She wants to know about server enclosures? Great! I’ll happily explain.
Look closer: The bed has one more monster
and one fewer cats than it looks like.
These are thoughts on cats and beef jerky, not thoughts on cat and beef jerky. If you have only one cat, your mileage may vary, and you’ll understand why in a minute.
For that matter, if your cats are normal cats and not monster cats with laser x-ray vision, your mileage may vary. My cats apparently do have x-ray vision or else how did they know the beef jerky was in the pantry? I already knew about their laser vision because Buddy once tried to kill me for photographing him and Mr. Jinx in a compromising position. The accompanying photo remains, but the camera is toast.
In any case, I’ve learned several lessons about cats and beef jerky tonight, some good and some bad. I’ll pass them along on the chance that doing so may spare some poor cat loving soul from involuntary commitment.
Posted in Humor
Tagged fail, humor, life
It’s a digital miracle!
We aren’t doing the turkey thing here at Casa de Wyatt this year. In fact, we’re having a very quiet Thanksgiving dinner. The kids both have other families to spend the holiday with this year and will be doing their feasting somewhere else. I don’t know where and didn’t ask, I just know it isn’t here. Don’t get me wrong, I love them and am always glad to see them. I’m just thankful that they have happy and fulfilling lives that sometimes don’t include my wife and I. Especially when it involves days of preparation, a few hours of camaraderie, followed by days of clean-up.
We are having my in-laws over for dinner and probably would not be doing even that much except they live next door would be very disappointed if we didn’t invite them. So we are cooking, just not a feast. Of course, that didn’t stop my wife from doubling the recipe, and that’s where things first started to wrong.