Date: Mon, 5 Jan 2004 19:00:48 -0500
Subject: Re: Photoshop Question
Status: R

In alt.religion.kibology, butting@ihug.co.nz wrote:

so, like, last year, I was all like "IBM blah blah SCSI blah blah",
and ras2 <removethis@gmx.net> was all like:
>> WHAT DO YOU DO?
>>
>> *ker-chhhk*
>>
>> WHAT DO YOU DO?
> 
> Head for the nearest clocktower?

oh Kibology, which encompasses all that in this world that is wise in
the way of dealing with bozos, yea, e'en unto that of Blue Suited
Vendors and e'en furthermore unto the Abomination That Shall Be Nam'd
Not But That Comes From Redmond, And Let That Be Warning Enough To You
It's More Than We Got, I have a question.

we have a new server, an HP (ackSPTTTT my sons and daughters, though
my Ancient and Antique 9000/3x0's and 4x0's still run happily enough),
and on this HP the Sony DDS4 and the OS Of Choosing (OpenBSD) look on
each other with favour, though that is not my question.

the old server is still on the network, and has recorded an uptime of
12 days now, apparently since it only fails when doing work and not,
eg., sitting on its arse blinking at PC Doctor and wondering What The
Hell The Pointe May Be, let alone being left to its own fiendish
devices with most of its mountpoints missing and its crontabs severely
depleted, though here neither have we found my question.

search parties have been dispatched to locate the Field Circus droid
who was supposed to brave last year the hazardous journey from the
busyness-plagued streets of Auckland to the gently lunatic streets of
Outer Pukekohe, but neither is that the question, though the manner of
his dispatch is one I may be tempted to inquire into.

I summoned and bent to my will plastics, and metals, and wires, and
electrons, and telecommunications networks held together with string,
and also a Greate Walle of Bogon Protection, and through their
ministrations call'd forth a voice of great cluelessness from a
Regional, or possibly Accounts, Manager, who'd call'd forth voices
from Austria, who'd in turn call'd forth voices from Merkistan, who'd
in turn call'd forth voices from a Portaloo.

and these voices, through the mouth of said Manager, who was forc'd to
quickly admit that his knowledge of aforementioned Abomination of
Redmond is scant and that the Mysteries, and even the very Name, of
the IBM-approv'd distribution of Linux are not e'en known to him, said
and spoke forth that It's A Software Problem and that I Should Be
Using The Effluence Of The Aforementioned Abomination and that The
Operating System Is All My Fault (But I Won't Tell Theo).  and also
that a Return Authorisation is Out Of The Question and that the +3
Scroll of Warranty we purchased at dear cost of coin and blood is good
for Repairs and for Support and also for Wiping Of Bottoms but is Not
good for Returning Goods Not Fit For Catching The Vomit Of Drunken
Support Pixies From Pluto.

and yea, said Manager, with or without the Support and Encouragement
of his Voices, will brave the hazards of the earlier-referenced
Journey and will pay a Personal Visit tomorrow to explain this, by
which time I will like as not have Attended at the local Courthouse
and Procured Forms for the Tribunal of Disputes and Gladiatorial
Challenges, and maybe even have filled them out, and here, after a
struggle that is but scant compared to the Trials of the past few
months, do we approach my Question, seeing as I will be dealing with a
Bozo whose Bozocity has collapsed in on itself and will likely be
accompanied with a faint blue glow around its event horizon.

dear Kibologists:

  do I kick him in the nuts, or throw him out the window?


butting