Lately at work we’ve been converting almost everything to use Kerberos authentication. This allows machines that are logged into our Active Directory domain to automatically login to various web resources. This seems to work fine on Mac OS with Safari with zero config. Firefox takes a config change but Google Chrome has been a huge problem child. Luckily this has been fixed in recent versions of Chrome to allow us to set the settings via “defaults write”. There was a shoddy hack being described some time ago that you could load up Workgroup Manager and set the Chrome policy there, but the More >
Girlfriend: *Tosses and turns rapidly* "Mom!" Me: "It’s just me. You’re ok, nothing is trying to get you" GF: "What was that noise?" Me: "I just sniffled a second ago. I’m still sick" GF: "What does that represent? I mean, represent" Me: "I have no idea. What do you think it represents?" And then no reply. She had already fallen back asleep.
Wife: *Freaks out and gets out of bed, walks to the bathroom* Wife: "She’s trying to get in the bed!" Me: "What are you doing?" Wife: "I’m not buying those effing crayons" Me: "What?" Wife: "I’m not buying those damn crayons for her anymore"
While playing "Thrift Shop" on Spotify… Erin: "Is this my, uh, my theme list?" Me: "Your what?" Erin: "My theme list that I was working on" Me: "I guess so." Erin: "oh, ok"
Wife: "It’s better here. I like it here." Me: "Where?" Wife: "Hey, do you need help? I need to clean." Me: "Why do you need to clean?" Wife: "I just thought to help you. I already asked, didn’t I?"
Fiance: "This…This is why I’ve had so much trouble. It’s like, it’s like this piece of hair made of plastic. You know, it’s like plaster and it’s just I don’t know I’m not going to explain it."
Fiance: "You can move the *mumble*" Me: "Move the what?" Fiance: "You can move the shelf if you want to" Me: "Why would I move the shelf?" Fiance: *disgruntled grumble* Me: "Don’t growl at me, I was just going to move the shelf" Fiance: *silence*
My fiance wakes up, speaking absolute gibberish and pointing down: "jfksjio and under the bed" Me: "What’s under the bed?" Fiance: "They have a stove under there" Me: "Who does?" Fiance: "I don’t know but I know they have one and it’s like…one they pass around to each other" Me: "How do you know?" Fiance: "I don’t know, but I know they have it" Me: "It’s those damned Keebler Elves again, isn’t it?" Fiance: *Sound asleep*
Wife: "Do you see that up there?" Me: "See what?" Wife: "That big green. It’s going to be, um, on the green there." Me: "It’s green?" Wife: "Yea. Big glob of snot and it’s gonna fall." Me: "Snot?" Wife: "I can’t even look anymore. Big snot. It’s gonna fall."
Fiance: "Wait, what happened? What did the light go?" Me: "I turned off my laptop" Fiance: "Will it turn back on?" Me: "Yea" Fiance: "With the lights and stuff?" Me: "I hope so" Fiance: "Oh. Ok"
Wife: *mumbles franticly* "I don’t want to, don’t make me disappear!" Me: "Why would I make you disappear?" Wife: "I don’t know but no more. I don’t like it. Don’t make me disappear!" Me: "Ok, I won’t make you disappear."