Tag: humour Posts

Everybody Needs Their Own GUID

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That’s the phrase of the day people. I was debating a hard problem at work with a few people and after banging our heads on the table for 30 minutes, Cisco interjected “everyone really should have their own GUID.” Yes that would be a rather perfect solution, albeit fairly nerdy. Some day.

Busted

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So I’m currently at my mom’s place looking at her new computer. While checking out her new monitor, she spilled the goods: Mom: “Hey, you know that blog entry about people getting to your blog by googling duanestorey.com” Me: “Yah” Mom: “Don’t tell anyone, but it was us.. That’s what we do” So there you have it. My mom needs a few lessons in how to browse the web. I still love her though. Even though it means I might be adopted.

A Journey Through Stupidity

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So tonight (after a bit of wine) I decided to blow my hotmail account away completely and never look back. Unfortunately, as soon as I tried the circus music started playing and the adventure truly began. Step 1, tell hotmail to go fuck itself. This involves telling hotmail to close down my account. While fucking itself. Oh no! Danger Wil Robinson! Cannot close down your account. Apparently there’s some Microsoft mail thing associated with my account, and I have to close that down first. Not a prob. I’ll gladly fuck over two Microsoft things at the same time: Microsoft says “just joking.” Apparently I need to go to some separate billing site first, and de-associate my account with some phantom billing thing. For some reason it thinks I’m paying for some service, even though I’m not. At least, I better not be. No problem, I’ll just stroll on over and […]

Screw By Wire, A Strip Show At 40,000 Feet

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Curious to know what happens in the cockpit on French airlines when your dinner is being served? You might have though that the pilots were busy doing complicated fuel calculations, or checking safety systems. Think again! The stewardesses are coming up from and putting on a little strip show for the pilots. Added union incentives no doubt. Makes me wish I would have gone to pilot school. You can read more about the strip show here. I’m guessing that lady is in need of a new job.

Duanelander

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Yes, this is what I look like before I cut off your head and steal all your powers, bitches. Big thanks to Clay for misusing all our web design resources at work to make this possible. Apparently he thought the whole Star Wars thing was too retro, and came up with something better. Thanks for supporting my cause against the evil guys against me, dude. Watch out for my sword. PS – I’m commando under all that shit. Believe it. Also, tomorrow is a big nerd session at my place. John Bollwitt, Boris Mann and John Biehler are definitely swinging by to drink some beers, watch some movies, and play catch-up for all the things we’ve all fallen behind on this week. It’s the unoffical “Catchup-Camp” over at my place.

Better Ways To Get To My Blog

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I went through my google analytics this morning for a few minutes. The one thing that surprised me was those of you who somehow get to my site by typing “duanestorey.com” into a google search. If you are part of the 219 people who did that last month, here’s a little tip for you. Up top in your browser is a little white thing we like to call the “Address Bar”. You can simply go up there and type in either “duanestorey.com” or “www.duanestorey.com” into it and press enter, which should immediately take you to my website. You’re more than welcome to use the not-so-standard “Google Approach Vector”, but you’ll save time doing it my way.

How To Be A Winner

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Eight easy steps: 1. Toss and turn all night 2. Fall asleep at 5am 3. Get up at 9:30am and try to head to work 4. Call a cab, and tell him to take you to work 5. Pay cab driver. Drop money all over the cab and look dumb. 6. Exit cab and close door, making sure to slam your iPod touch in the door 7. Stand there looking at iPod touch drive away with cab driver, only to fall off a half block away 8. Pick up iPod touch on the concrete, now without headphones