I found it rather humorous that I spent 15 minutes running thought the house looking for a Windows NT 4.0 server CD. In the process, I found every OTHER OS on the planet (damn near) and was almost convinced to give up. 3 flavors of Netware, Windows 2000 and variants (SBS, etc), Windows 2003 (3 versions), several flavors of Unix...hell, I even found a BeOS CD! But no NT 4.0 server. Oh, I found NT 4.0 workstation. But I didn't want workstation, I wanted server. And there's no sex in the champagne room...whoops, wrong tangent.
I finally found a MOC CD with an eval copy. Good enough for what I want to do. I think this was more of a workout than walking to lunch today.
It is Saturday night and I guess this is the night that all the kids will be out trick-or-treating this year (despite Halloween actually being Sunday). I am, yet again, giving out glowsticks but I will not be doing this at just my house. My mother will have twice as many glowsticks as I do (based on last year's turnout, this is about the right ratio) so two neighborhoods should be almost visible from the ISS. If I can get out of my foul mood, I might take some pictures, too. I would set up the webcam again but...hell, no one will watch.
Hey, the kids like them, the parents like them, no one gets fat and no one gets run over. And you'd think that would HELP my karma.
Hugh Grant (Will) in About A Boy when asked to be Imogen's godfather:
Christine: How would you like to be Imogen's godfather?
Will: Christine, John. I am truly, truly...touched. But you must be kidding. I couldn't possibly think of a worse godfather. I'd probably drop her on her head at her christening. I'd forget all her birthdays until she was 18. Then I'd take her out and get her drunk. And, let's face it, quite possibly try and shag her. Seriously. Very bad choice.
Christine: I just...I've always thought you had hidden depths, Will.
Will: No, no, you've always had that wrong about me. I really am this shallow.