The calm before the storm. Actually, it's not too quiet - Microsoft got slap-happy, and changed their way of doing businesss with the automatic updates. This morning several users logged in, only to be presented with a lovely dialog box that resembles so many of the fake warnings, telling my folks that their machines were vulnerable. How sweet of Microsoft not to mention that little tidbit in the description of the patch, because if they click Yes to have it check for vulnerabilities, it sends them to the update page, and prompts them to update Office, which we don't want them to do because that requires a CD. Plus, the "vulnerabilities" in Office are so minute in our environment, it would be pointless to bother going to all 240 machines to do it. I guess we could do a reg hack and change the install location to point to a share, but the heck of it is, we have three or four different corporate install disks, and the update requires the CD Office was installed with. I hate Bill Gates. He should run for President - he certainly knows how to screw things while maintaining job security for all us tech types.

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