Quote of the Day

An extract from the comments I had to moderate today:

muslim hacker
http://www.dff.com | ss@ee.com | 62.150.3.106

be careful , i will hack the site after 10 days .. haha

Go ahead: make my day…

All is Well

So Sarah decided to scare the sh*t out of us tonight..

Around 17:00 she started “bleeding” (for obvious reason I will not go into details, read on and you’ll work it out yourself).

Luckily she was at home at the time, but unfortunately we, the parents, didn’t get back until 20:30, by which time she had regally left a sign of her presence in many of the rooms upstairs and the bathroom looked like the kids had dragged home and slaughtered a pig for dinner.

After the usual bout of severe panicking, we contacted the local hospital (Leuggern) only to be told that they didn’t have a OB-GYN resident on duty, but that they would get hold of one and call us back.

Which they did, offering us a 21:50 appointment! Needless to say, as Sarah’s lips were already turning grey, we refused (note to self: remember to sue that b*astard) and contacted a larger, but more distant hospital where we were able to actually talk to someone who knew what to do.

In the mean time, Leuggern called back and offered to send an ambulance; I had originally planned to take over that part myself, but was finally convinced that the presence of ANY doctor within the next 10 minutes might actually be preferable.

And within 10 minutes they were here, blue lights and all, Sarah was rigged up to oxygen and her arms sporting various liquid-dispensing tubes.

We were offered the choice of two University Hospitals (the idea being that they are better equipped). Zürich and Aarau. We chose the former and, having been informed that we were not allowed to closely follow the ambulance (“We’ll be jumping red lights and all that..”), headed off in its general direction.

We arrived after half an hour, followed, 5 minutes later, by the patient and two very puzzled medics….

It took a further two hours as well as the assistance of the department head before Sarah was safe and sound and a good night’s sleep (which, according to Sarah “wasn’t good at all since they insisted on waking me up every hour to check whether I was asleep”..) before she was allowed home.

Diagnosis?

S**t happens, and there doesn’t necessarily have to be a repeat performance ever again.

Lessons Learned?

  1. Note to self: Next time, go for a son (or a labrador)
  2. Note to ambulance driver: don’t trust your GPS!

Ok, Ok: I Got the Message!

After having been hacked 3 TIMES during the last 10 days, the last time having been last night (after spending a couple of hours, yesterday, finding out why this place kept on beaming out to DIR4YOU.COM), I finally took the plunge and upgraded to WP 2.5.1.

Apart from the fact that I finally had to perform a fresh install before importing all the data from the old site, things went pretty smoothly indeed!

Especially once I found out that the WYSIWYG editor could be magically made to appear by enabling the option in my personal profile…

So, back to business: got a couple of days to fill since the 14th!

Thank God for “Work@Home”

Many moons ago (exactly 4 years to be precise) I jumped over my shadow and did yet another thing I really thought I would never ever do: I purchased a diesel-powered car.

Once you’ve overcome initial misgivings (noise, maintenance costs) which are largely historical, diesel offers a lot of advantages over petrol engines:

  • More reliable
  • More efficient
  • Less maintenance costs (a service interval of 50’000km for mine)

And the most important factor for me at that time:

  • Lower fuel consumption

On the day I collected my brand-new car, the price of a liter of diesel was approx. CHF 1.40 (those were the days). At an average consumption of 6.5 liters/100km for 40’000km/year I was then spending CHF 3’640 per year for the advantage of being mobile. For statistical purposes, with the liter of Diesel costing approx CHF 2.30 today, the yearly cost of my mobility has now risen to CHF 6’240!!!

As a grand total of 31’200 km are spent driving to and from the office, I thought I’d work out exactly how much I pay to go to work; and I was gob smacked!

  • 2004: CHF 11.83/day
  • 2008: CHF 20.28/day

My company promotes Work@Home; somehow I believe I’ll be taking an increased advantage of this offer in the near future…

Click on Read more for a full comparison

26 Ways To Tell You’re Grown Up

This one’s for you, DBW!

  1. Your houseplants are alive, and you can’t smoke any of them.
  2. Having sex in a twin bed is out of the question.
  3. You keep more food than beer in the fridge.
  4. 6:00 AM is when you get up, not when you go to bed.
  5. You hear your favorite song in an elevator.
  6. You watch the Weather Channel.
  7. Your friends marry and divorce instead of “hook up” and “break up.”
  8. You go from 130 days of vacation time to 14.
  9. Jeans and a sweater no longer qualify as “dressed up.”
  10. You’re the one calling the police because those darn kids next door won’t turn down the stereo.
  11. Older relatives feel comfortable telling sex jokes around you.
  12. You don’t know what time Taco Bell closes anymore.
  13. Your car insurance goes down and your car payments go up.
  14. You feed your dog Science Diet instead of McDonald’s leftovers.
  15. Sleeping on the couch makes your back hurt.
  16. You take naps from noon to 6 PM!
  17. Dinner and a movie is the whole date instead of the beginning of one.
  18. Eating a basket of chicken wings at 3 AM would severely upset, rather than settle, your stomach.
  19. If you’re a gal, you go to the drug store for ibuprofen and antacid, not condoms and pregnancy tests.
  20. A $4.00 bottle of wine is no longer “pretty good stuff.”
  21. You actually eat breakfast food at breakfast time.
  22. “I just can’t drink the way I used to” replaces “I’m never going to drink that much again.”
  23. 90% of the time you spend in front of a computer is for real work.
  24. You drink at home to save money before going to a bar.
  25. You read this entire list looking desperately for one sign that doesn’t apply to you and can’t find one to save your sorry old butt.
  26. When you find out your friends are pregnant you congratulate them, instead of asking “Oh, Shit, What Happened?”

And the bonus: You think hanging ‘lil’ plastic flags on you car at the occasion of Euro 2008 is totally daft! ;-)

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