Coding Under Pressure…And Peppers!
An hour before I was scheduled to leave work for the day today my supervisor asked me how difficult it would be to write a script that would push a registry change to a few hundred servers with a logging trail we could use for auditing purposes. Oh, and by the way it needs to run on Saturday, which means I won’t be there to supervise should it fail. As an added bonus I’ll also need to access the domain controllers, even though the admins have no rights to these servers. No pressure now…
And so, for a furious sixty minutes I laid the foundation for the prog, getting the needed files pushed to a test group of IPs utilizing the magic of psexec, and managed to get logs reporting back to the host server. My concern is that not all servers have the same admin rights. I’ll have to investigate that issue tomorrow morning.
Okay…that last video was fake, but this video isn’t. I feel sorry for this kid. I really do. Ya see, I was at a party once and was dared to eat a mystery pepper some shady looking guy with a bad limp and a lazy eye dramatically produced from a pocket of his greasy black trench coat. With what looked like a well-practiced sweep of his arms he hoisted the pepper above his glorious mullet and shouted to the heavens daring God himself to consume the hellish, seedy mass of pulpy flesh.
“No problem,” I thought, as I brazenly stepped forward and accepted his obvious challenge. But after downing this orange pepper of doom I soon discovered that there’s only so much heat a human being can endure before your body starts to involuntarily convulse, your eyes weep uncontrollably, you begin to spastically hiccup, your entire body turns brights red, and you start to sweat profusely. The next thirty minutes for me were a vague, blury montage of searing pain, vomiting, and “friends” feeding me liquor and beer instead of milk and bread.
Ah….Good times. Good times….
I guess not all party games are fun to play, eh?
