The other day I was driving home and took a shortcut through one of the “less sexy” parts of Leominster (that’s pronounced “LEM-in-stah” for you non-locals). I came across something interesting on one of the apartment buildings. Typically satellite TV dishes are mounted on the roof of a building, or at least somewhere out of immediate sight. The folks at this place decided to be rebels and break the mold. Smash the cookie-cutter, even! They all decided to proudly display their dishes on the roof of the building’s entryway.
DirectTV FTW
I can’t think of what to say about this really. Perhaps the landlord preferred the dishes there and would not allow them to mount on the roof? Or could it be that the dishes all combine at night like a DirectTV Voltron, providing unbelievable reception? Any way you slice it, it’s as ugly as it is amusing.
I was on the phone with a Bell South tech just now about a circuit that’s been a sore spot all day. he actually said to me, 100% in earnest, “the problem is in that thar router down yonder”.
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my confidence in the technician went down a little bit following that.
Free food day at work! Free bagels in the morning and free salad/pizza (not saladpizza, mind you) in the afternoon. Free food day is wednesday of every week and is always a good day.
We have only the finest state-of-the-art bagel preparation facilities here. There is a really nice 4-slot toaster and a bagel slicer. But all is not as it seems. At first glance, an unsuspecting novice would see only a normal bagel slicer. Little do they know what terrors lie just past the innocent exterior. The “blade” (ancient record states it was indeed once a blade) has long since been worn to the sharpness of a well weathered stone, or perhaps seaglass. We’ve come to affectionately refer to it as the “Bagel Masher”. Joe Hungry waddles down to the break room to get his delicious free bagel. He innocently inserts the bagel into the hungry maw of the Bagel Masher. Deftly thrusting down the upper portion of the Masher, the “blade” quickly smashes the bagel to a compressed lump of breadlike material which in no way resembles a bagel. After carefully unraveling the bagel to a round-ish state, it is clear that the blade at no time actually penetrated the flesh of the bagel. I’ve given up trying various methods of “slicing” with this hellish bagel torture device. Instead I’ve and turned to fighting with a plastic butter knife instead, which appears to perform quite a bit better.
so I decided to be all leet today and set up a music broadcast server on iggdawg.com. like that internet radio stuff. I used icecast… open version of Shoutcast (shoucast = winamp = AOL = yuck). so I got it all set up and was pretty psyched when I could actually listen at work to music being broadcast from my server at home. geeks like me are pretty tickled when geek shit actually works without much of a fight.
unfortunately most ISPs provide crap for upstream bandwidth. You can download the library of congress in seconds for sure, but the upstream is so little that it could barely support me listening to the stream… never mind additional listeners. Still it was a fun exercise, and it’s way easier than FTPing myself MP3s I want to listen to.
Yesterday at work I mentioned that I didn’t have Photoshop on my laptop. During the day at work we sometimes send email threads back and forth with eachother lighten things up, including *interesting* photochops. Within about 5 minutes one of my coworkers hands me a DVD “here you go. photoshop is in there”. I asked if I needed to hunt down a key for it. “Keygen is in the folder”. I love working with other geeks.
EDIT: related Bash quote: http://www.bash.org/?652012
Today was one of the busier days at work in recent memory. We were short staffed one person in the first place, and poor Dan0 got stuck training a newbie. I can’t remember the last time I fell asleep during dinner watching Law and Order, but I was in and out of consciousness today for sure. I’m sure Matt didn’t notice since I don’t snore. Ever. And anyone who says otherwise is a LIAR.
I even got decent sleep last night. I’ve just felt pretty spent the last few days.
That’s all I got. Catch you on the flipside.
So we moved to a new timesheet program right when I was switching shift. This means the manager who approves my timesheets changed during the migration. Somehow I slipped through the cracks on that. This isn’t to say I’m not getting paid, it’s just that nobody is approving my timesheets. Technically I could be putting in like 90 hours each week and nobody would ever see it. And it’s not that I’m slipping under the radar, it’s that only my approving manager is even ABLE to see my timesheets. Currently, since there is no approving manager, there is nobody that is able to see them.
This has been going for a few weeks now, and they can’t seem to get through the helpdesk ticket system to get me set up properly. My manager suggested I just put in 24 hours and 24 hours of overtime in for each day. He figured that might jump out at them enough to get them on it.
We have news on monitors 24/7 at work. There’s some fluff-news morning show on atm. The little sponsorship slide comes on before the commercials “This program brought to you by Tylenol PM. Stop hurting and start SLEEPING!” in a nice cheery voice. first thing in the morning. Yeah? bite me. nice timing.
Traffic. Massachusetts traffic on the pike. It’s not as bad as I95, but it can be pretty bad. Sometimes I think I attract the worst of the worst drivers, but I tell myself that’s silly. Surely it has something to do with my driving style or simple chance right? I used to think so anyways. I remember a couple of times some years ago driving with lordbrand where he’d comment “I never see so many asshole drivers doing crazy things as when I’m driving with you”. It seems I’m a magnet for nutty drivers, and I have a sign on my bumper saying “fuck with me”. I need to see about reversing polarity on the magnet and getting that sign removed =P.
I’m turning older today. Boooo!!!
I was talking with about birthdays over the weekend since mine was looming over my head like so many thunderstorms (of doom). We were recalling the days when birthday money was such a great thing. You could finally buy that special something you’ve been eyeing at the toystore forever. Now any checks I get make me think more of “which bills can I take care of”. Funny how things change. I’d envy Peter Pan if he wasn’t a crossdresser. I’m just not into that. I don’t care what you heard on the street. I don’t even know that guy…
Oh and I’m totally jacking this from Bri’s LJ… Since my b’day is on 6/6/06 and all. And that makes me EVIL (queue Kevin McDonald)
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