So get this one:

I wake up at 9:30 am. Do the last of the file copy stuff from the old machine to the backup drive. Shut everything down. Move old system out. Move new computer in. Set everything up. Plug stuff in.

The backup drive isn’t seen by the new machine.

So try a bunch of stuff but nothing works. All right, fucking fine. Set up old machine and attach backup drive to it, figuring I can network over to it that way. Old machine no longer sees backup drive.

Yeah. It had a 30 minute window to die on me and it took its chance. Dead.

So network old machine to copy all my data. Except I keep getting rights issues. In ways I shouldn’t. So that was a fight back and forth until it was suggest that if I move my files to a staging folder, the normal Shared folder, maybe it would ignore the odd issues. It did, but it shouldn’t have had them in the first place.

After that it was migrating about 80gigs of data in stages and installing and configuring programs. I have everything about 85-90% of the way there now.

9.5 hours later.

I love living in the future, don’t you?

Chances are I do not like you.

For real. Seriously.

Yeah. You. Also you. And you in the… uh-huh.

Have a great weekend!

Just watch this guy who trains at a batting cage, and well … wait till you see what he can do with a cork…

When I die I have the following requests:

Ed is in charge of my funeral. And ONLY Ed. He knows. He understands. He will play “Baby Got Back” and hire the clown dancers for me. He’ll do it up right.

Past that I would like it if, on the day of my funeral, everyone who has a blog that reads me post the lyrics to “Angel of the Morning” with no explanation. NEVER EXPLAIN! Let people dig and find this post if they want, don’t help them though.

Also, pour one out for your homie. But like a good one. No shitty beers. Damn.

And for the rest of your lives you must all refer to me as “Adam P. Knave, bless his heart” with all the Southern you can muster.

Oh! Oh! And I would really like it if someone took a picture of me and ironed it onto some underwear and had a troop of midget clowns wear it for a year. On top of their pants. That would rock.

Thanks guys.

Found via Scott Bateman and Newsweek. Seems to be very real.

Come on! How smart do you have to be to wear a scarf with “Vote!” slogans and the opposition party’s mascot? COME ON!

And that folks is a preview of how good she is.

Ladies and gentlemen I present you with the slapBOOM. What is the slapBOOM, you ask? Well it is only one of the most sought after, rarest and most dangerous fighting techniques known to man.

No, not really. It’s just someone getting slapped like a little girl by her Unicorn lover and then getting fucking decked like a Japanese schoolboy after he masturbates into his friends lunch.

slapBOOM!

Pan-Kun celebrated his 7th birthday by taking a ride on a Segway!

Sometimes these things just pop into my head…

I just had a tuna melt on marble rye, made fresh on a grill, for lunch. Awww, yeah. You’re jealous.