Computer Crapola

Tuesday, 27 May 2003

The past few days have been spent in a flur­ry of sundry com­put­er clean­ing pro­ce­dures. We’ve ghost­ed the sum­mer im­age on­to the busi­ness clus­ters, we’ve scraped the hand sal­sa off of in­nu­mer­able key­boards and mice, we’ve shined mon­i­tors and razed the clus­ter kiosks of any and all un­nec­es­sary para­pher­na­lia.

On the per­son­al side, I re­for­mat­ted my PC at home and in­stalled XP in or­der to squeeze an­oth­er year of use out of its ag­ing cir­cuits. I didn’t have any prob­lems at all run­ning Win2000Pro but XP takes up a bit less space with­out the un­nec­ces­sary NTserver scripts.

Signing up for hours looks like it is go­ing to be a chore this sum­mer, we are a bit over­staffed, so I’m go­ing to have to scrounge to get the full 40 I am alot­ted.

I man­aged to copy every­thing over to my friend’s ma­chine so I saved all of my mp3s, pa­pers, etc. Everything ex­cept my con­tact list/​address book with all of my email ad­dress­es, and all of the saved emails that I have. d’oh!

If you are read­ing this, know who I am, and would like to be re­in­stat­ed in­to my new con­tact list please email me with all of your per­ti­nent con­tact in­for­ma­tion [email, phone, etc.].

If you are read­ing this, don’t know me per­son­al­ly, but would still like to be put in­to my ad­dress book, please do the same.


Tuesday, 11 February 2003

Millions of young men have now been vin­di­cat­ed by the ac­tions of one of the great­est anath­e­mas of our time. Steve (a.k.a. Benjamin Curtis; a.k.a. The Dell Guy) was ar­rest­ed on 2÷9÷2003 for crim­i­nal pos­ses­sion of mar­i­jua­na. Now all of the moth­ers, friends of moth­ers, aunts, great-aunts, grand­moth­ers, old­er fe­male cowork­ers, lunch ladies, and nuns all must ad­mit that we, the Young Men of America, are noth­ing like the Dell Guy. We do not pref­ace or wrap-up every sen­tence with the word ‘dude.’ and most im­por­tant­ly none of us smoke pot. not a sin­gle one. and you know it too. right now half of all the afore­men­tioned women who know of this lit­tle newsy tid­bit are think­ing to them­selves: ‘Oh My! Steve smokes Wacky Tabaccy? And I com­pared him to my own son/friend’s son/​nephew/​great-​nephew/​etc… What a hor­ri­ble mis­take I have made!’ the oth­er half of the women, so con­vinced that the young man who hap­pens to know which end of a mouse to click is just like Steve are think­ing: ‘Does my son/friend’s son/​nephew/​great-​nephew/​etc… have a prob­lem smok­ing the gan­ja?’ I’m sure my mom fits in­to this lat­ter cat­e­go­ry.

per­haps Benjamin and Ellen Feiss the chick from the apple/​switch ad should get to­geth­er…