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 [...]
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 [...]
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.
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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.
