I was looking up information on Martin Spekter, the inventor of the interrobang when I found this:
I’m not sure what’s funnier, the Don’t Die Alone referring to the article being about a professional typographer or the “Fat Secret” product is appears to be touting. I want to get into the niche market of online ads that make people painfully aware of their own mortality.
We did an activity in CIS 1055 where we had to compare the layers of memory in the system versus the human mind. This was quite possibly the most tortured analogy I’ve seen in a long time. This is what the instructor wanted:
CMOS- Internal clock
Cache-ability to plan
ROM-reflexes
RAM-what’s on your mind
Upon realizing that no one was going to stand up and pose any options, I wrote the following on the white board.
RAM – Fiery passion
CMOS – Obsessive Compulsive tile counting
Cache – Ability to negotiate a Tijuana standoff
Rom – Reflexive love of hickory smoked baby back ribs, mmmmm ribs
The teacher accepted these answers without question and applauded my originality.
I was thinking of defining RAM as a dancing in a spring time rain and CMOS being the pounding of your heard when you first experience true love but decided not to for fear of people believing me.
The Team Fortress 2 clan in which I participate has undergone a bit of a coup de etat after the forceful ejection of someone who was considered a loudmouth so I’ve been participating in the efforts to find a new server our group. I started looking at servers and found one that had a special deal based on participation size and I asked a question of their tech support. Apparently, to prove their gaming chops, each agent puts his gaming handle in his name. I shortly received a response from Jack “spyder” Bauer about issue and I had a follow up question which was answered by Tanner “7hoR [GS]” Dunnings. I had a payment question that was answered by Peggy “d()()m m41d3n” Clark. While I find it funny that they had a payment person named “doom maiden” this in no way encouraged me to use their product. In fact it did quite the opposite.
I eventually purchased a server space elsewhere through a guy named Jim from Cleveland. Knowing that he was neither a leet hackzor nor someone who frequently pwned n00bs vastly increased my confidence.
I began the day auspiciously with a splinter the size of a fat toothpick puncturing my foot as I stood up emerging from the womb of sleep. The sliver jammed itself between fissures in my skin so despite the pain of each foot fall I knew its excision would be great and satisfying. A scalpel and pair of pliers were the instruments of my relief although I failed to properly plan for the torrent of blood that quickly crossed my office carpet. I was fast enough with the baking soda to stop most of the staining and seeing everything in its place I’ve taped the rebellious cellulose spear to my monitor as a reminder of my indefatigable quest to finish this damned semester.
After 11 more hours of feverish work I clicked “Yes to All” and F5 to refresh the Ockanickon server now repleat with the 2008 Leader Guide. I checked every link. Literally, everyone, even all the one’s on the Guide Index that links back to every other section as well as the 60 links on the departments page that lists the badge requirements offsite. I can now name not only the full path for every section of the leader guide but also the internal anchors and bookmarks. Where once was #cope is now #spokenrope which had to be changed in 7 places. I can name those 11 places as well but will spare you.
If my successor so much as edits the guide next year on a computer where a Microsoft Word window is open I will find them and break their thumbs. I was thinking of being more extreme, but decided that they’d still have to finish the guide.
I’ve recently started to keep track of space missions and I’ve found the 5th Endeavour walk to be the most interesting. Here’s the highlights:
The thermal shield has been cleared for landing. I hope the rest of the shuttle has as well.
If you haven’t seen the creepy and hilarious garfield minus garfield you should. Someone’s meticulously removed Garfield from the eponymous comic strips resulting in a window into the tortured mind of John Arbuckle. I think would also work with Huey in Boondocks or to a lesser extent Tycho from Penny Arcade.
I had the idea of holding a tournament online to promote the obscure variant of Magic I greatly enjoy and this weekend I played my first sequence of matches and then decided to try recording another match with screen capture software. So I Skype’d Tom Folsom and began playing. Midway through his brother Ed decided to get in and the line was immediately dominated by the dumb Folsom twin who sounded like his microphone was instead a brass victrola horn. He said he wouldn’t say much until 20 minutes leader all I hear is “oh, God! Don’t throw up on my bed” followed by Tom yelling “No, don’t throw up on my shoes” followed by both lines going dead.
Apparently the Folsom’s recently got a new dog that they paid for (I don’t understand people who pay for pets) that has a penchant for throwing up. My dog was free and on the hole has stopped throwing up.  These are complications I didn’t plan for in doing an e-Tournament. I’m curious to see what round 2 holds. A cat having a seizure? A heroine-crazed Brian Dennehy punching you in the solarplexis? Who knows!
In a recent meeting where we nearly got a Sundae Bar, we were also told we needed to clean up the labs to be more “efficient”. Crazy Germans. Anyway, as the whole building was cleaning I was continually bombarded with the following: “Can the Boy Scouts use” followed by something of varying utility. Here’s a list of what I was offered:
There were a few others but I nearly unplugged my phone after I was offered 14 high stretch fistula straps which are essentially surgical sumo diapers.
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Thought you’d like to know.
I woke up this morning and could barely see straight. I wrote an email to my boss saying I wouldn’t be and nearly fell of my chair. This continued until about 45 minutes after my father returned from work. Apparently recovered I prepared dinner and during its course he asked if I hated the peach-scented aromatic diffusers my brother had installed as much as he did. I found one, sniffed it and immediately felt dizzy. Superman’s weakness is kryptonite, mine is a peach-scented Glade plug in knock off. Needless to say, the Robinson’s household garbage smells quite peachy. I look forward to return to work on Friday and trying to kill my brother in his sleep on Saturday.