Saturday night I drove up to Tennessee to my uncles grave, and stopped for a few minutes at a pull off on the Hiawassee River. While I was there I took some pictures of the local scenery and of course, the Boxster.
I washed and semi-waxed it earlier that week, so it had a bit of shine left to it. A few of these came out pretty nice I think – if you ignore the Starbucks cup.
To view them full size (and out of the weird slideshow), click here.
Today at work we had a situation wherein we needed to create several hundred fake MAC addresses. Surprisingly, there wasn’t a list on the Internet that could be found in less time than it took to write up a little python script and generate them.
So, that being said, here is a list of 5000 fake MAC addresses you can use for whatever project you may be working on. The likelihood of one of these actually being a legit device on your network is slim, but if it happens, let me know as I could use the laugh.
I knew that smoking my stogies was dangerous, but this didn’t occur to me. Leave it to the Germans to think of yet another way to incinerate someone.
I mean, I crashed a parade IN the Boxster. At the ‘Marble Festival’ parade on the 3rd, I took advantage of a sunny day and added the Boxster to the festivities much to the horror of young Tori, who started the parade as part of the Color Guard.
My nephew-in-law Jeremy acted as the official waver for our float, assuring attendees that he ‘is important’ and to ‘vote for Pedro’, as well as greeting the women folk with the ever classy greeting ‘hello ladies…’.
I only intended to stay in for a block or so, but we ended up staying in for the entire route, avoiding horse crap and insane Shriners on motor bikes. Great fun was had by all.
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