I worked at a large Canadian bank where they had a programmer like this guy. They let him come in at noon and work 'til whenever he wanted. He had the long hair and the smell and he named all his computers (he had four servers at his desk) after planets.
It took me 1 microsecond to figure out he was an a$$hole. I was sent to learn how to install this Windows service he had developed some years earlier - he obviously didn't want me to know how it worked. It was installed on every single system that talked to the mainframe at this bank. He proceeded to try to confuse me by rolling his chair from one server to the next while he ran through this complicated installation of products (it relied on a bunch of other, properly configured software). Unfortunately for Dingus, I'm a pretty darned good shoulder surfer, having worked with Aholes like him before.
Five minutes later, I walked out of his hovel, he with a smile on his face thinking he'd confused me and that I'd be back, me with the knowledge of how his software worked.
A couple of days later, I showed my manager how his software was logging the userid and passwords (in the Windows Event Log) of every supervisory user who logged on to the systems that made use of his software. The excrement hit the fan!
Make it very interactive:
"How many of you kids have a computer at home?"
"Does your computer ever crash or break down?"
"Do your parents ever yell at your computer?"
"Guess how many computers I take care of where I work?"
"Who can tell me where the internet is?"
This kind of stuff and your 20 minutes will fly by with happy children all around.
Can't the SEC monitor the individuals who buy these penny stocks advertised by spammers? Compile a list for each stock. Those individuals who appear repeatedly would be the spammers, n'est-ce pas?
and I'll tell you why they don't exist. Actually, I'll tell you for free: they don't exist in nature because they're dead! Gosh, golly, a mutation occurs and the offspring dies in gestation or post-birth because it had a genome sequence that was incompatible with life. That's how it works.
Story 1: My first network position was at a Credit Union in Toronto. ARCnet, LAN Manager, network boot disks, the whole frigging shebang, all installed by a consultant, now long gone. One day, the HR department had a major system failure - no one could log on. Hours of troubleshooting revealed that they were on a completely separate Novell network, with a hub, file server all hidden in a closet that no one, I mean no one (except the consultant) knew about.
Secure? Yes!
Story B: Our air con in the server room was terminal, when I'd walk in to operations early in the morning, there'd be the female computer operators sitting there in their underwear. Downside: wrinkles.
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in the hole in his ear?
in the hole in his ear?
Sounds like Tom's Repelatron ...
Sorry about that, Chief.
All ur sunshines r b'long to us.
Not only does it take 12 months to make them, it takes hydro ...
Read "The Road" by Cormack McCarthy ...
I worked at a large Canadian bank where they had a programmer like this guy. They let him come in at noon and work 'til whenever he wanted. He had the long hair and the smell and he named all his computers (he had four servers at his desk) after planets. It took me 1 microsecond to figure out he was an a$$hole. I was sent to learn how to install this Windows service he had developed some years earlier - he obviously didn't want me to know how it worked. It was installed on every single system that talked to the mainframe at this bank. He proceeded to try to confuse me by rolling his chair from one server to the next while he ran through this complicated installation of products (it relied on a bunch of other, properly configured software). Unfortunately for Dingus, I'm a pretty darned good shoulder surfer, having worked with Aholes like him before. Five minutes later, I walked out of his hovel, he with a smile on his face thinking he'd confused me and that I'd be back, me with the knowledge of how his software worked. A couple of days later, I showed my manager how his software was logging the userid and passwords (in the Windows Event Log) of every supervisory user who logged on to the systems that made use of his software. The excrement hit the fan!
Rats. Thought I'd invented something.
that if I put the nozzle of my vaccuum cleaner really close to the floor, I won't even have to turn it on?
Roger Waters used a click track on his most recent Dark Side tour, as you say to sync up with the complicated effects and video.
I'm sitting here amid my human-animal hybrids and am getting a real kick out of these replies. Dr. Moreau
Make it very interactive: "How many of you kids have a computer at home?" "Does your computer ever crash or break down?" "Do your parents ever yell at your computer?" "Guess how many computers I take care of where I work?" "Who can tell me where the internet is?" This kind of stuff and your 20 minutes will fly by with happy children all around.
and now this. Going to the moon for 25,000,000,000 rupees. We're in big trouble.
They didn't get an ark like homo sapiens did.
I thought it was just German noodles.
Sleep ...
he's just stepped out to "take a leak" ...
Can't the SEC monitor the individuals who buy these penny stocks advertised by spammers? Compile a list for each stock. Those individuals who appear repeatedly would be the spammers, n'est-ce pas?
It's the Ents!
Why, you could use Office 2007's Auto-Collaborate-Review feature, of course!
and I'll tell you why they don't exist. Actually, I'll tell you for free: they don't exist in nature because they're dead! Gosh, golly, a mutation occurs and the offspring dies in gestation or post-birth because it had a genome sequence that was incompatible with life. That's how it works.
Story 1: My first network position was at a Credit Union in Toronto. ARCnet, LAN Manager, network boot disks, the whole frigging shebang, all installed by a consultant, now long gone. One day, the HR department had a major system failure - no one could log on. Hours of troubleshooting revealed that they were on a completely separate Novell network, with a hub, file server all hidden in a closet that no one, I mean no one (except the consultant) knew about. Secure? Yes! Story B: Our air con in the server room was terminal, when I'd walk in to operations early in the morning, there'd be the female computer operators sitting there in their underwear. Downside: wrinkles.
Am I the only one who thinks it funny that the temporal lobe actually has something to do with time? I think I've heard this one before ...
Was there even password support?
... was 1.0: AFAIK, no one has ever hacked it.