I've been in Hartford, CT for a training class and the hotel I chose didn't have very reliable internet access. So I couldn't write anything for the last week. It was the type of WiFi that simulates the reception on an old TV with rabbit ears and tin foil. If you hold your hands like so, and move the tin foil like this... then you still can't get anything except a vague image and a clear impression that you're missing out.

If anyone's interested I'll be taking my Linux+ exam tomorrow. It's just resume fodder since all we learn is what's going to be on the test instead of actually working on a Linux PC but oh well. I've been playing around with Red Hat since 1996 or there abouts so I at least have some idea of how to set up a server or workstation. I'm no expert, to be sure, so even one of these cram sessions showed me a few tricks and commands I hadn't known.

Today my boss started text messaging me about what I was doing on Friday. I was driving home, of course, but something must have happened to my GPS because according to the system I am now somewhere in the Atlantic ocean. Specifically, my company-issued truck was last tracked going about 1,300 MPH and heading out to sea.

I begged for a screen shot of that, hoping to see my take off and landing but unfortunately this is a real time web page the managers use so there's no proof other than the various managers across the country that saw my afterburners kick in and gave a simultaneous "What the...!"

So if you happen to be outside and hear a sonic boom, it's probably just me in my Chevy as I attempt to reach Mach 2!