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.

SCREW YOU DELL GUY!

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…