Archive for September, 2010

phpBB is killing me!

September 16, 2010

I hate it when you plan something and something breaks right before you are ready. Then your time table is pushed up and you’re under more pressure than you wanted. One of my forum servers died, again. So I’m moving the whole thing to a shared host without a live installation to look at for reference. If it wasn’t for phpMyadmin I’d be in over my head.


WordPress for Blackberry?

September 8, 2010

I guess you can’t use the WordPress for Blackberry application without GPS being enabled. It may be the “gub’mnt is gonna get me” person inside me screaming here. I don’t think I like the idea of my posts having GPS data attached to them. After what Adam Savage had happen I think I’ll avoid geotagging type stuff. Read: iPhones geotag your pics and the meta data gets shared WITH the picture. Hello, world. Look at my new car in my driveway of my house!

More crap from Microsoft. To keep our partner status (again) we have to get some new certs and update some old ones. Apparently I have to start down one of the server cert paths. Shit, I did the XP cert just as a temp fix and I’m suckered into more certs. <6 months after passing the XP test it is obsolete. Yay!

Question of the week: What do I replace my Blackberry 8330 with? I’m leaning to an HTC Desire since I use US Cellular. I’m still deciding on the whole “is Google dangerous” question. Android looks pretty pimp so far.

They call me “Big Stig”. My skinny British cousin is a daft wanker.

September 1, 2010

Seriously? Ben Collins had to make a big deal out of being the Stig so he could pay for his special shoes. He hasn’t ruined the mystique of the Stig but has made himself look like a tool.

On better news we have a growing list of dealers. Once I read the newest signed contracts I’ll get their names and addresses up on the dealers page.

Final thought of the night: Surviving the Cut on the Discovery Channel is a must see. Whiney liberal activist types that disrespect our military should be made to watch what hell these heros endure just to become the low man on the totem pole. Stop and clap when you see them in airports, buy them lunch at McDonalds, give them your reverence. These men trade their blood for your right to disrespect them.