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 wakes up, freaks out and pulls the sheets up to her eyeballs…. GF: "Holy dear God. That was scary. Did you see that? I didn’t like it" Me: "I didn’t see it. What was it?" GF: "It was a huge bumble bee. It was trying to eat me and spit me back out" Me: "What was the bee trying to do?" GF: "It was trying to eat me and spit me back out" Me: "It was trying to eat you and spit you back out?" GF: "Yep" Me: "What, why?" GF: "Because it’s mean and it wants to *garbled* at me" Me: "I think you need to find new friends for bumble bees" GF: "Yea probably."
Girlfriend: "Who….whats in over there? Is he in there? What’s his name?" Me: (bewildered at all of the random and sudden questions) "I think his name is Josh" Girlfriend: "Is, who is the guy that’s above us in the replaceable. In there." Me: "I have no idea"
Wife: "It’s pool" Me: "What’s pool?" Wife: "It’s *mumbles* a pool. But not not not. Um, not swimming pool" Me: "Not a swimming pool?" Wife: "No. Ok?" Me: "Ok."
Fiance: *mumbles quite a bit and points at her pillow* "Theres another million under there…" *mumbles* Me: "What?" Fiance: "Yea, under there. I’m not getting near there." *inches towards the foot of the bed* Me: "Really?" Fiance: "It’s a million. all bees." *continues to inch towards the foot of the bed* Me: "where are you going?" Fiance: "Getting away. They can get off me." *falls asleep*
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"
Fiance: "Did you see it?" Me: "See what?" Fiance: "That *mumble*. Its an ant up there on the ceiling." Me: "There’s an ant on the ceiling?" Fiance: "Yea, did you find him?" Me: "No, he ran away" Fiance: "yea.." *mumbles* And sound asleep again.
Girlfriend: “you’ll just have to wait and see. And I’m fully awake and in between the state where I know what’s going on and where I make blankets for invisible mary”
Girlfriend: *wakes up, speaking absolute gibberish, then plays around with her night guard* Me: "What are you doing?" Girlfriend: "I’m trying to figure out these ants" Me: "What’s wrong with the ants?" Girlfriend: "You just worry about your stuff over there"
Girlfriend: "Hows that look? The log cabin stuff? Me: "what?" Girlfriend: "The log cabin in the closet. I don’t know. It looks like its…*pause*" Me: "like what?" Girlfriend: "I don’t know. You don’t need to tell anyone about this" Oh yes, yes I do.
Girlfriend: "That will be it. Sticky paws." Me: "What?!" Girlfriend: "That will be your detective name. Sticky paws."