http://www.mikrotik.com/thedude.php

That was a nice rug, it brought the room together
Anyone who has ever wanted to map out their network, this tool is pretty sweet. It’ll allow you do just about everything you needed to do on a network from a lovely GUI. Its pretty sweet!
Also, the developer is a man after my own heart. When going out to get various resources on your network, it tells you “getting stuff”. Nice!
FUN!!!
1 - Hardware - HP DL380 G5, 3 x 146GB SAS drives in RAID 5
2 - Partition Layout - 50GB System drive, rest for data
3 - How did it go: Very easy, getting it to its first boot is remarkably easy, almost 0 configuration, though i had the benefit of a HP Smart Start CD!
More Soon!
I had a repair job this morning. A laptop was booting up fine, then attempting to login, and was immediately logging back out. Every user was doing this. Even in safe mode
Reverting to “last known good config” was no good
The trail to success started with various articles talking about the userinit key in the registry, and how some spyware protection programs can alter them. There was talk of replacing certain files with userinit.exe, but when i couldnt find said files, i didnt bother with that, but i believed i was on the right route
After a bit more digging i found the following: http://windowsxp.mvps.org/peboot.htm
This is the solution to the problem
In the effort to get to the solution i tried the registry tools in trhe Hirens cd, but only the Offline one would work, and this isnt very intuitive at all.
So BART PE to the rescue. I found that the “userinit” key was not present in the registry, so i created the string and all seems fine now
In a move that seems so counter-intuitive that it must have been a dare by one Microsoft developer to another, the very first option you get upon booting into the Microsoft Recover Console for XP is along the line of “Select your partition, or hit ENTER to quit”
Hit ENTER to quit?
HIT ENTER TO QUIT?
It is the fucking opposite of everything that happens in computing. Enter is the universal keystroke to APPROVE something, not fucking quit! FUCKING IDIOTS
http://www.theregister.co.uk/2008/08/04/cuil_means_rear/
“tainting” the internet to their own benefit. Cuil does not mean knowledge, but you’ll be hardpressed to find an official that will stand up and say so, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cuil#Name
While getting my hair cut today, a gaggle of characters entered the establishment. Wearing a vest, a tracksuit, several sovereign rings and a pencil beard, this was without a doubt the dodgiest looking traveller i have ever seen. With a female child traveller in one hand, and the subject of the trip in the other hand, he declared to the assembled masses
“HEY BAAS, PUH A STEP IN DA YUNG LADS HEAD, FIVER FER CASH”
The Turkish Barber turned away from me, with the cut throat he had been using on me in one hand, and said, “Nine Euro, no problem”
The Traveller agreed.
Then i saw the youngster about to be transformed with his fashionable “step”. At this stage I would advise all parents and would be parents and anyone going to get a step, DONT, have a look at this for evidence against a “step” in ones hair:

Step Haircut
Anyway, this kid was about two, if even. And he had a nappy, and a vest anda gold chain as thick as my middle finger around his neck that reached well past his hips. The poor fecker looked like he was wearing a belt his mammy had dropped in the 70’s!
I didnt get a picture. As travellers tend to do, there was a pack of them, and i was on my lunch, and didnt fancy being hunted all over waterford for the afternoon!
I have this thing. I will not let any woman from eatern europe cut my hair. However, every now and then i’ll go “what the hell, it’d be handy just to get it done here and now”, and without fail, i always regret it.
Today i got my hair cut after sufferring what can only be described as a murdering of my hair by a forgetful hairdresser. I came back to one of my better experiences from Australia. Greek and Turkish barbers are ahead of the game on the haircutting front. And i found a turkish barber in waterford. Brilliant!
A lot of Irish guys out there now will be going “Fag” or “what about the hottie in the tight trousers with the big boobs that i can rest my head in while she cuts away”. To them i say, feck off, that lovely bossomy feeling lasts for ten minutes, then you have four weeks of looking like a muppet!
The guy who cut my hair today was a typical Turkish young guy, fashionable hair, questionable sexuality, but i care not, he was a dab hand with a scissors, a clippers and, most impressively, a cut-throat razor. I have forgotten how good a haircut with a cut-throat trim was.
Anyway, the point i make is, Eastern European women, stick to what your good at, painted on jeans and womens hair. Turkish Men, keep up the good work!
This morning my lovely work van (Renault MegaVan 1.5 D) (Its a piece of crap, the engine has been rebuilt twice, but not my fault, all done prior to my handling of the beast) passed 1000KM on a single tank of fuel. About 625 miles in the old tongue. This is pretty good going i think for a car-van that is almost always half full of kit in the back, and rarely goes under 3500 revs! Picture to follow!
Edit: Picture!

Fuel Efficiency, eh!