The red ring of death on Xboxes apparently occurs partly because the box overheats. You tell Microsoft this and apparently a replacement is sent. I’d love to see someone take two Xboxes, add a hinge and make a waffle iron out of them.
Month: January 2008
Quid pro quo, Clarise. Quid pro quo…
The magical computer faeries finally arrived today with my new desktop and after telling the installation guy who had the deadly combination of horrible breath and a soft voice that required leaning in to hear him that I’d been at BMS before he simply left without telling me my new password. I called him as he’d left his card and he said he couldn’t tell me my password and that I’d have to call in to do a manual password reset that history informed me takes about an hour. I resigned myself losing my afternoon in a labyrinthine bureaucracy until I saw that he’d left his notebook containing the remaining set-ups and passwords for the rest of his jobs that day. I called again:
Me: Mr. X, are you missing something?
Him: What do you mean?
Me: Oh, I don’t know. A certain yellow datebook with a list of executive passwords in it?
Him: I’ll swing by and pick it up. Leave it on your desk.
Me: The book could be lost again before you get here. I certainly can’t be responsible for your stuff…
Him: What do you want.
Me: My password… now.
Him: I can’t that violates our firm’s policy I’ve told you that…
Me: Could you hold on, your notebook appears to have disappeared.
Him: Okay! I’ll tell you. I’ll be over in about an hour.
Me: Half an hour.
Him: 45 minutes.
Me: Deal.
I hung up the phone and resumed petting my Persian cat in my high-back leather chair.
Golden Earring doesn't improve hearing
Chris: Do you have any driving music on that [iPod].
Me: Yeah.
Chris (1 hour later): Is this Radar Love just played over and over again?
Me: Do you have a better idea?
UterUs not UterYou
“Only two people have ever made fun of my fallopian tubes, and you’re not my gynecologist, Mr. Robinson.”
UterUs not UterYou
“Only two people have ever made fun of my fallopian tubes, and you’re not my gynecologist, Mr. Robinson.”
So secret only everyone can get it
There’s a super-secret IT room at work that normally requires a blood sample, ID badge and post-humous Nobel prize to enter and even when the two people that can go in do, they look both ways before entering and slip through the door rather than open it. I saw a fleeting glimpse in it once and each monitor had a privacy screen and there was a log-in log-out book.
Today, there were contractors working in the room and the normal entry procedures went through, except to simplify getting back in, they jammed a garbage can in the door. A fucking garbage can. The whole day consisted of an intricate dance of curious employees trying to peek in the sepulcher of data and workers looking bewildered at why everyone’s staring at the garbage can. Who needs multi-factor authentication when you have a 1 gallon Rubbermaid cylinder?
Copy and paste your way to slumber
New Year’s Day messed up my sleep schedule and over the past two days have had trouble going to bed at reasonable times resulting in a continual hypnogogic (2nd def) state. Yesterday I played Team Fortress 2 for three hours to go to bed and covered it by saying I had a cold and going into work early. Today, I’m now messed up from waking up late yesterday and dealing with a professional Scouter whose mere presence sent me into rage preventing me from sleeping. So, I started updating the SuburbanAdventure archives from the old site. I can now barely keep my eyes open.
Atlatl Vehicle Defense System, field testing
I needed to pick up some whiteboard markers and drove to Staples to get them. In the parking lot, a fellow careening across the parking lot was stopped by me two by my proper driving as he cut across lanes to park. The final straw was in me taking a pull through that blocked him from having the parking spot for which he was gunning. He circled around and back to get an available spot and glared at me as I walked past. I was worried about him keying my car so I waited in the store vestibule until he passed my car.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys approaching my car. He stopped, looked at the 40 item bundle of atlatl darts on the top of my roof, put the keys back in his pocket and returned to walking towards the store.
New Year Resolutions
I’ve always been a proponent of small actionable resolutions and here are my 10.
1) Pass another actuarial exam
2) Complete new Ockanickon page
3) Learn how to make a yule log (food, not combustible)
4) Remove all dead skin from feet
5) Find job as actuary that doesn’t involve moving to Pittsburgh
6) Re-arrange room and set-up new treadmill arrangement
7) “Box” assistant camp director knowledge
8 ) Scan important documents and old photos
Site specific goals:
1) Cover a logical fallacy every-other week
2) Post Daily Highlights within 48 hours 80% of the time
3) Complete 5 Projects or Joe Baloke trips
4) Add back-log of pictures to Flickr.
What’s your resolution(s)
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