SCHTASKS

SCHTASKS /Create /SC MINUTE /MO 15 /TN ScriptThatDoesStuff /ST 12:00:00 /TR C:\Perl\scripts\scriptthatdoesstuff.pl /RU domain\username /RP password

Creates a scheduled task that runs every 15 minutes.
Instead of manually adding and setting 48 scheduled tasks.

Happy.

Note to self:

Never start a story with “Oh yeah, it was great. So I was at the funeral home…”

Freak accident kills local haberdasher

Lance Quagmire, 22, died in a haberdashery accident Saturday night.

He was trying on a small hat in an attempt to demonstrate to a customer its auto-fiitting feature when the hat began to squeeze his head. The customer, described only as a man with a yellow hat, attempted to call 911 on his cell phone but the phone was swiped my a renegade monkey. By the time EMS responded, Mr. Quagmire’s skull had been crushed.

Lance was an avid Wii gamer and worked part time as a medical recruiter. For details on funeral arrangements, see Cursor Funeral Home’s website

Kmart vs. Super K

In a battle to the death.  Who wins?

To the people with the car that ran out of gas and the people with moving truck, both parked on Lake Shore

You can’t park there.

There’s a sign right there.
The person who ran out of gas isn’t too bad, though they could have easy pushed it away from the major 3-way intersection, possibly into one of the driveways it was blocking.
As for the moving truck, THERE’S A STREET/DRIVEWAY TO THE APARTMENTS RIGHT THERE! LIKE, 50 FEET BACK! AND THE STREET/DRIVEWAY IS CLOSER TO THE APARTMENT THAN THE MAJOR 5-LANE ROAD!
“Stop breaking the law, assholes!” -some quote from some movie or something. It’s all over some ytmnds.

Note to reader (a.k.a. me in the future):
Most posts on this site are sarcastic in language but serious in meaning. They do not necessarily contain the actual views and opinions of the rolling, laughing potato. Or me. I may or may not be mocking anything in any sentence. Also fragments. Or nothing.
From now on, all posts will end with something completely irrelevant. This is the first such post.

“Why are you naked in my house?”
“Uh… Why aren’t you?”
“… You’re alright, Griffin.”