Who's the biggest idiot you've ever talked to, and why?
Last night as we were talking (read: fighting, brought on by their incompetance) with the admins at our data center, we were told that the reason our sites weren't showing up was that our DNS information was "torn".
Torn DNS information??? :???: :???: :???:
Umm...ok...this was certainly a new one for us. So we talked to a few other people. Some people could view our sites, and some people were getting 500's. All said that the guy who told us about this mysterious "torn DNS" was full of horseshyte. Needless to say, we're looking for a new data center right now. Anyways, today, FINALLY, our sites are beginning to come back up. Getting hundreds of errors, but they're starting to work. (We host a number of sites and businesses at Nodtveidt Dot Net). And the only thing that sticks in my mind is this idiot telling us that our DNS was "torn".
No other sites caused problems. We could go on any website we wanted to go on...except for sites located in our data center...that included other sites held on different servers than ours, but were in the same room. MSN was not a problem, because that's where Mr Wonderful Torn DNS told us about our "problem". And doing a traceroute on our main server has traced it back to a server in Texas AND a server in Orlando. Huh? We're in two places at once? Make that THREE??? This is quite strange, considering we originally traced back to NAC in Parsippany NJ. Now we're tracing to both ThePlanet in Texas and some no-name run by a slacker in Orlando Florida. It is quite obvious that someone has their head up their ass.
So now I'm asking y'all...who's the biggest idiot you've ever talked to?
my freshman year history teacher. we had just taken a very simple quiz and i needed 5 more points to get a B. coincidentaly, the questions were 5 points each. and i noticed there was a question marked wrong when it was right. the definition of comunism. i wrote, "A social order under which private property is abolished, and all things held in common." when i showed him his mistake, he said he was right. obviously i wasn't gonna let that fly, i try to explain to him why he's wrong but hes staring off into space. finally, i get him to say something, he says "the correct definition is 'one who believes in or supports communism'" i wanted to kill him, i seriously thought about beating him until he was unconcious. You can't use the word in the definition of the word your defining!!! when i told him that, he said, "go to your english teacher and get me a note proving me wrong". so i do, when i come back, he says he's to busy and he can't talk to me right now, i leave the note on his desk, he gives it back and says, "i said i was to busy so take back your little paper.
after all this, i come back to him like a week or so later, when he wasn't busy. i give it to him, he says "i'll let you keep your dignity" and tears up the paper then shuts the door. biggest moron ever. its been my dream to get him fired...
Are you sure it wasn't "communist"?
it was communism ok. he corrected it using the definition of communist...
i had to go to a kids house to fix his computer. his internet wasn't working and he said that the computer wasn't seeing his modem. i asked him several times if he installed the drivers for his ethernet card. he said yes. i got there and installed the drivers and re-booted the computer and everything ran fine. then when i told him all i did was install the drivers, he asked me waht an ethernet card was.
I talk to lots of idiots of weekends when I work behind the Bar. I had to refrain from force-feeding someone an EFTPOS (electronic transfer) terminal once because he didn't seem to understand how to use it, even after I told him that he needed to select an account first he just kept typing his PIN number in.
Mrs. Hollington. 2nd Grade teacher.
Okay, so I'm sitting down, and I raise my hand in the middle of "Free Time". I ask, "May I go to the library?" and she says "Yes."
Okay, so as I'm getting up out of my desk, I guess my foot hit it in such a way that it made a noise (not a loud, violent noise or anything, but just a little loud enough to tell that my foot hit the desk.)
Upon hearing this, she looks at me and tells me to sit down, and put my head down... If I were as old as I am today, I most likely would have gone into an argument with her(and won), but I simply obeyed.
So later, at lunch, I asked her "Mrs. Hollington, why did you make me put my head down?" And I even said it in a cheefulsish "Heheh, now why'd ya do that?" way. She brings her snot encrusted face within 9 inches away from mine, and tells me "PJ, put your name in the box when we get back to class...".
Putting your name in the box was our class's form of discipline. It was retarded. When you got in trouble, you were to take your nametag and put it in the first box on the counter, when you got in trouble again, put it in the next box, and when you got to the third, your parents were called. It was an extremely retarded method.
This put me in the second box, because I got in trouble for not doing my homework earlier... I am thoroughly convinced to this very day that she is the worst teacher in the world. Possibly even racist, becasue she showed immense hate towards me and "Lakiria"... When I get back to Florida, I will go to her house (which I know where it is, because I even RESCUED HER DOG OUTSIDE OF SCHOOL!?!?!?) and drown her in her own vomit...
Nope, not racist.
Some teachers are just like that.
Just knock on the door and ask why and if she forgets explain it to her and demand that part of your life back =P
My maths teacher. There are too many things to explain, but here is the main thing: he is a horny bastard.
He's at least fifty, unmarried, and has it for all the chicks in my class. Granted they are hot as hell, but it's weird coming from a fifty year old. He will stand behind then and lean over their shoulder, and makes such an obvious attempt to look down their shirts to see some cleavage. He's so desperate I almost feel sorry for him. But the gay thing is he is like a wanker to the guys. Say I couldnt do a question, because I unfortunately don't know how to sketch the fucking graph of f(x) = 4x^4-3x^3+2x^2-19x+11, so I ask him, and he fucking demoralises and embarrases the shit out of you infront of everybody. So I answer back, and say "Umm, I'm asking for help, I would have thought being a teacher you'd understand what that means"
So the old bastard has an anger orgasm and starts shouting. So I said, I don't think anyone else can sketch that graph. So he says, I'm sure my class is better than that. So one of the guys who does Further Maths says, Umm thats P4 stuff (Unit 4, I never do that, its Advanced, I'm on P2), so this wanker teacher stands there and goes...Oh? Then he just doesn't say anything. So then that hot chick who he has orgasms over when he sees her walks in late. If i did, I'd get sent to the headmaster. She says, "Can I get help on how to draw this graph?" Guess which graph it is. Guess what the wanker does. Smiles his fucking desperate smile, and sketches it on the board.
As you can see, I have a trusting and fruitful relationship with the man the devil calls my friend.
He's been my teacher for 2 years, this one, and next year. AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH.
Ahem.