Category: General

On a whim, because I don’t normally care, I checked my work email right before going to bed. I discovered an email that announced a change in personnel, a big change for me and my friends, even, I might add, a change that I had been working towards of late, but without much hope of success.

Surprise! There it is. A political victory, wrapped up with a ribbon. Not really my victory; I was a recent participant, a new recruit to the campaign. I have some investment, though, in the result.

It’s a small thing, though, and though my co-workers and I will be discussing and dissecting the meaning, timing, and eventual outcomes from this decision for weeks to come, it is of trivial importance to the vast majority of the world.

So I shall not bother you with the details.

But my bus ride to the office this morning is graced with my pleasant smile.

I think this morning I’m going to get a late breakfast at my favorite neighborhood diner, then go downtown and see Morgan Spurlock’s new documentary, “Where in the World is Osama bin Laden?”

Then I’ll sneak in to see the pro-Creationism documentary “Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed”. Can’t give them a ticket sale but I still want to hear what they have to say. It’s the movie that the producers “expelled” P. Z. Myers from, apparently from ideological reasons… In a really really stupid way. Go read the link; it’s worth a huge laugh.

Then I’ll probably come home and do laundry. Yay. Laundry.

I wanna see the Tualatin Mastodon!

Hangover. I haz one.

Happy Saturday, y’all.

What a suck-y week this has been. Week, month, year.

But at least tonight I got a win. I got her email address.

And even if it turns out to not be hers, even if we never hang out like I’d like to, at least I had the balls to ask her.

Yay, me.

This song is catchy and I find myself singing it over and over again.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YBu3N8_U4WE&hl=en]

He’s originally from Portland but now he’s in the Big Apple. And I’ll bet he reads PKD, too.

Rock on, Mr. Miser.

One of the most demoralizing tasks I have to perform at work is the MAC.

MAC stands for Moves, Adds, and Changes, which sounds semi-important but the only part of that that is done anymore is the Move. And even though I’m a highly-trained technician, moving a computer from one desk to another just seems like a huge waste of time and money. Seriously, it’s all color-coded these days. Any monkey could do it. Really? There’s all sorts of technical things I could be working on, but a significant portion of my job is just unplugging a computer and monitor here, and plugging it back in over there?

Sometimes the here and there are a couple of miles apart, so I have to put it all into a van and drive it from one place to another. Wheee. I’m a delivery guy. But no tips.

So today, I’m doing a MAC. Moving a PC from one cube to another. And some random guy walks over.

“Did Mary tell you to replace the keyboard?” He asks.

“Nope.” I keep unplugging stuff.

“Well, we don’t like working with that one,” he says, contempt dripping from his voice. I take a look.

By the model, I can tell that this keyboard is a) less than a year old, probably even newer, and b) about 80% cleaner than most keyboards I see throughout the day. Oh, really, Random Guy? You have no idea.

He continues, “Yes, the person that was here ate at her desk. She should not have been doing that. Can we get a new keyboard?”

I must have allowed my skepticism to show, because he adds, as if it were the final straw, “It sticks.”

Fine. “Yes,” I tell him, “I probably have one downstairs.” And I think at him, as he oozes back to his giant cubicle (obviously a manager), Oh, I’ll bet you’re absolutely delightful to work with.

I get the PC and two monitors and cables ready to move, then head downstairs to the basement to dig up a replacement. I find one that’s the same model, but new in the box. I unwrap it from the plastic, and then proceed to lick the home row of keys. I don’t particularly care what’s on there. After all, I have an immune system for a reason.

I carry it back upstairs, move the computer and plug everything in nice and neat, and make sure it comes back up and is on the network. Then I lean in Random Guy’s cube (sure enough, he’s a manager) and give him a thumb’s up.

Of course, I always wear my gloves when I move stuff around. Did I mention that? I ain’t touchin’ that shit.

I bought another domain. They’re like potato chips; can’t have just one. I think this is my 10th one now.

I’m not ready to reveal it just yet. Right now it just points to bamoon.com (here). I’ll bet it attracts a lot of attention, though, when I finally announce it.

In slightly-related news, I’m almost ready to launch my site survey. Prepare yourselves for my survey!

Prepare!

Regularly sleeping for 12 hours a night – healthy? Or not?

Just curious.

NASA is refuting the story I posted, below. The one about the asteroid possibly hitting the earth? Y’know, that one?

And one small correction to my earlier post: Mr. Marquardt’s calculations show the asteroid’s course being altered in 2029, and then returning to hit the earth in 2036, instead. I got that part wrong.

I would link to NASA’s press release but their server seems overwhelmed at the moment. Maybe later.