I'm glaring with contempt at a new Windows Vista machine as I chew on some beef jerky. I'm supposed to install some Windows98-era software (on floppy disks, mind you), make it functional and pull an image for a lab of 40 machines. Balls.
It is so tempting to log into WoW and glare at the Vista machine out of the corner of my eye for the remainder of the day. But...I know better...I think.