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On the positive side, Gene Roddenberry probably isn’t spinning too fast in his grave. Of course, since Brannon Braga He Who Shall Not Be Named tried turning Star Trek into a steaming pile of whiny fail…

It was overall good. They found some good actors who were able to slip into the roles carved out by the originals, and it was quite a bit better then the previously reviewed Terminator. Still, a few plot holes of medium size annoy and rankle.

Semi-spoilers below.

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Wait, he sees movies?

Yes, yes I do.

What I expected – Explosions. A new type of Terminator. Plot holes you can roll Air Force One through. Really that’s about I came in expecting, and I really didn’t get disappointed on that particular front. Overall, it wasn’t too bad, and there were a few potential questions answered. Oh, and of course, the open-ended conclusion for a new terminator movie. The circle keeps coming closer and closer to completion, and damned if Hollywood isn’t going to try and get every last bit of mileage it can out of it. Interesting questions were raised in the back of my head, but those are due to key specific plot points. It’s a damn shame, really because there’s a lot of potential for good things there. But they keep missing it.

Damned if them explosions weren’t pretty though.

Spoilers below the cut.
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Yes, it’s a greek column ruin thing.

What, I have two fishtanks. Don’t judge me! I AM AS MY CREATOR MADE ME!

Wit and sarcasm aside, I feel good and bad about it. Good because it kinda gives a whole up-down feel to the tank and the fish are thoroughly enjoying the new thing. Bad because with that and the plants and the shells on the bottom, it’s almost becoming too busy as a full structure. I think I may have to rearrange or something in here.

For some reason, I’m suffering from a strange lack of “Hit f8 and type”.

Very odd.

I know, I’m working on it. I really am.

So, playoffs are here, conference semis are on. 8 teams. 4 series.

I pick and go 0-4. Seriously. I coulda gotten beat by a monkey spinning a wheel.

I did.

Yeah, so the idea of me being Darren Pangs’ understudy is going to need a little work.

Okay, seriously. I don’t bitch about work much, but when i do, it tends toward “epic”. I swear, I don’t make this shit up.

So today, the headset doublebeeps. The….gentleman…okay, let’s not mince words. The little propellerhead helmet-wearing retard of an MCSE launches into a whinefest about how he’s just not being given the emotional security that he truly deserves because he’s responsible for giving us a few thousand clients this year alone. And that our ping times are high. Before he could really shift his mouth into 4th gear, I managed to get a little specific information from him. Once I was able to, he kept telling me that the ping times were high, causing calls to drop and clients to lose amounts of money roughly equivilant to my annual salary.

I check. get into the modem. Test to google. 5 milliseconds. Test to yahoo. 11 milliseconds. So I ask the mouthbreather specifically what address we’re trying to get to. I get dodged. And again. So I conclude, and reiterate that there’s nothing wrong with the connection that I can see, without adding that he really needs to look into valium.

No dice. He insists that there is a problem, I just can’t see it. I ask for his server or endpoint. He balks, hesitates, and gives me an address. I check yet again, and there’s nothing wrong. He insists there is. He also insists that we need to tell him about these problems that we’re having before we have them. Yes, you read that right. Before we have a outage, we need to tell him. Just like his previous carrier did, who were apparently the greatest thing since sliced bread. Leaving me to wonder why he left them, if they did so much.

I regretfully informed him that we weren’t miss cleo, and that any deals he had with his previous carrier were between him and his previous carrier. Our lawyers won’t let us do rollover clauses from another company. Go figure.

I also had a few techish moments. Number one. letting thousands of dollars ride on something as falliable as icmp is retardation. Number two, doing this without any apparent redundancy or network backup is weapons-grade stupid. Number three, expecting us to be psychic is just fluff and bullshit twaddle so you can feel validated by your existence. Fuck you, I’m here to fix your shit, not give hugs and tissues because your idiocy got you butthurt. Finally, expecting a level one tech to rewrite your contract is akin to requesting a grant from the Ministry of Silly Walks. You don’t do it, so shut up and go get a juicebox and a snack from mommy, and she’ll hang your certs on the fridge.

Goddamned retards.