The Life Of A LittlBUGer

Yup, it’s that time again where I say “wow, it’s been a long time since I last posted”.  And it’s true but it’s not the point.  I no longer own any of my stuff related to littlbuger.info and as such have more time to deal with my family and work and whatnot (yes, that was the excruciatingly short version of the whole long story, but whatever).  Thus this will probably be my last post here as there’s really no point, though I’m sure no one cares as my blog never really got read by anyone.

But just in case, thanks and farewell.  Here’s a couple final pictures that I thought were funny.  Enjoy…

The obvious (yet technically correct)…

and The Even More Obvious (and even more technically correct)…

Yes, it’s been a long time, I know. I’ve just been FAR too busy with, well, life. Work, Family, and more work and family, throw in heaps and heaps of stress and drama, and that’s my life. Oh yea, don’t forget to suck away all of the money too, gotta make it challenging.

Anyway, I thought the following was funny enough to post about when I had a few minutes. Basically titled:

Don’t Piss Off An Engineer

Gotta love it!

Oh, and by the way, for some reason, I hate the new admin interface of the latest WordPress. I have no idea why they changed it like this. It’s like they wanted to make it even harder to do and find things, and to click 3 times as much to do 1 thing. Oh well…

Until next time… which may be ???

Once upon a midnight dreary,
Fingers cramped and vision bleary,
System manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor,
Longing for the warmth of bedsheets,
Still I sat here doing spreadsheets:
Having reached the bottom line, I took a floppy from the drawer.

Typing with a steady hand,
I then invoked the “save” command
But got instead a reprimand: it read, “Abort, Retry, Ignore?”
Was this some occult illusion?
Some manacal type intrusion?
These were choices Solomon himself had never faced before.

Carefully I weighed my options…
These three seemed to be the top ones.
Clearly I must now adopt one; choose: Abort, Retry, Ignore?
With my fingers pale and trembling
Slowly toward the keyboard bending,
Longing for a happy ending, hoping all would be restored

Praying for some guarantee,
Finally I pressed a key.
But what on the screen did I see? Again “Abort, Retry, Ignore?”
I tried to catch the chips off guard -
I pressed again, but twice as hard,
But luck was just not on the cards, I saw what I had seen before.

Now I typed in desperation
Trying random combinations.
Still there came the incantation “Abort, Retry, Ignore.”
There I sat, distraught, exhausted,
By my own machine accosted
getting up, I turned away and paced across the office floor.

And then I saw an awful sight
A bold and blinding flash of light
A lightening bolt that cut the night, and shook me to my very core.
The PC screen collapsed and died.
“OH NO! MY DATABASE!” I cried.
I heard a distant voice reply, “You’ll see your spreadsheets…nevermore!”

To this day I do not know
The place to which our data goes.
perhaps it goes to heaven, where the angels have it stored.
But as for Productivity, well,
I fear this has gone straight to Hell.
And that’s the tale I have to tell - your choice: Abort, Retry, Ignore.