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 >
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*
Wife: "Oh…my….gosh. Don’t move over. There’s, this…" And then she starts grabbing at invisible stuff on the bed and tosses it off to the side. Me: "What are you doing? I was using those." Wife: "There’s this huge thing of hair. And not just your hair, it’s mine too"
Girlfriend: "Hey, where’s Jillian?" Me: "She’s on the roof" Girlfriend: "Yea right. If she was she would poop so hard the ceiling would fall."
Fiance: "Oh, oh great" Me: "What?" Fiance: "It’s stuck up in the ceiling fan" Me: "What is?" Fiance: "Wait, maybe it’s a shadow from your head" Me: "There’s no light to make a shadow" Fiance: *asleep*
Fiance: "I, I don’t like that. *points* The king is back there." Me: "Why?" Fiance: "Because I’m going to sell him" Me: "Why are you going to sell him?" Fiance: "I don’t know. It’s genuinely like, what, what happened." Fiance: *giggles* "But it’s not my problem."
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."
Fiance: "huh? But it’s free" Me: "What’s free?" Fiance: "The thing on my phone. It’s, where. You know." Me: "What is it?" Fiance: "It’s for the phone. The sound of wild horses, free, for iPhones." Me: "I like free"
Fiance: "wait, is that one more?" Me: "It’s always one more" Fiance: "ugh I’m always one behind. It makes me crazy" Me: "You’re crazy already." Fiance: "I know it makes me crazy. I can’t catch up" Me: "Try running" Fiance: "I can’t its always one more"
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."