Miserable musings

So, I love my job.  Love it.  But that doesn't mean I think all the people I work with are even up to a standard level of intelligence.  Take for example, this screenshot of an email I sent to a coworker that was complaining about a program crashing constantly.  Note: his reply is on the top, my original question is on the bottom.

Some people are just mother f-ing retarded.   

The Jackie Chan "Brain full of f**k" added for emphasis.

Self Discovery

So, I have found out some interesting things about myself in the past week.  Well, maybe not so much found out, as rediscovered.  I have found that if the electricity is unexpectedly shut off, I have a really good time.  I'm not only able to deal with no stove, heat, computer, or TV (as if I had that in the first place), but I really kind of enjoy it.  It's like camping, but better.

On the other hand, if the power is on, but there is no internet, I simply go into blood-rage mode.  I am frustrated and pissed off by just about anything that attempts to interact with me.  It's especially frustrating when you've just slapped together a new computer, but are unable to get any drivers for the dang thing.  Even more upsetting, is trying to check the balance of your bank account in your underwear.  Apparently, the only time you can do anything like that, is if you have the internet.

So, thank you for coming back, internet.

Terrible timing

So, it's been half a week, and still no internet.  This is getting rather frustrating, since I've been trying to finish building my new system, but am unable to get any of the latest drivers and bios updates.  Well, my misfortune will mean I'll just have to post some music and be done for the day.  Naturally, I decided I just HAD to post this one, once I saw it.

Hell froze over again!

Two posts?  In one day?  Have I gone mad?!?  Well, maybe. 

So, I was given the glorious task of hanging up our department’s Christmas cards up to display at work yesterday. It wasn’t long until I really started loathing the whole task, because half of the cards were inexplicably covered in glitter. As I was in the bathroom trying to rid myself of the arts and crafts version of herpes, I saw my boss, who questioned what was wrong. I simply said, “Whoever invented glitter, just needs to f-ing die in the worst way possible!” My boss, then asks, “Not a fan of glitter, eh?” I reply, “Look, the only time glitter is acceptable, is if you’re having unicorn meat!”

Everyone got a bit of a kick out of that one

 

Oh, and as an added note, we currently have power, but no internet, so I have to write these things on my lunch break and post 'em later at work. 

It's the end of the word as we know it, and I feel great

I have taken a peek at how the end of the world begins, and I found it more than just somewhat amusing.  be prepared for a longer story than usual, as this one is interesting.

So, apparently we had what meteorologists are calling a type 2 hurricane here in northern Utah. The winds were somewhat severe, but after growing up in a town called “Hurricane”, it was nothing that bad to me. The real fun lay in the resulting aftermath. Due to the force of the winds, trees all across the valley were snapped like twigs, which resulted in the electricity for multiple counties being knocked out in the middle of the night. The power company said electricity would either be completely out for 48 hours, or just sporadic during that period. The roomie and I decided to take the opportunity to visit some relatives in the neighboring valley, and pick up a few supplies, since we were of dreadfully low standard of preparedness.

Here's a grainy photo of a power line that was down at my work the next day.  It actually started melting the pavement.

The problems of single men

So, at work today, I was having another geeky conversation with a friend. Of course, the subject would be Star Trek. We first started talking about how they desperately need a new show that was halfway good, then the subject took a dark turn to unforgivable fandom. We started talking about strategies for making our own kit-bashed model ships, and where to get the supplies to do so. Yeah. But, to top it all off, I make a comment to my friend about how geeky were being at that very moment, and how this new found activity would end up eating what little was left of my free time and money. He responds by saying, “See? Who needs women?”


I retort with, “Me! Dammit! I do!”

We were obviously not working on the same plain of thinking.

how to offend women in 12 syllables or less

What can I say?  I have the magical ability to do just that.  That's okay though, I hear that just leaves more time for gaming.

Speaking of general nerdyness, I got into a conversation today with a coworker about making my own kit-bashed Star Trek starships with model kits.  Yeah, maybe I should look into being nicer to girls, and find one for myself before it's too late.

Oh, and no, I don't think I need to explain what happened that made me decide on the title of this post.

Conversations at work: part deux

So, since my conscious thoughts that empowered me to come up with good topics have gone the way of the dodo, here's some more dumb ramblings from me and my coworkers:

My roomie was ogling at a picture of the very fine (and overpriced) HK417, while looking around HK's website.  I was walking by the conversation and heard him say, "I really want one of these sooooo bad."
Me:  Yeah, too bad it costs about 18 first world souls to acquire one.
Roomie:  Say, doesn't H&K make shotguns, too?
Me:  They only made some prototypes; no production guns.  For that, they partnered with Benelli, and for a short time, Fabarm.
Coworker:  What?!  The Germans and Italians are partnering up to make guns?!  Yeah, that's gonna work out about as well as it did the last time...

Yup.  Good 'ol H und K.  Because you suck, and they hate you.

A new personal record

It's just been eons since I've been seen hanging around my little corner (more like speck) of the interwebz, but then again, Skyrim along with massive vacation time will do that to you. Of course, it's not like the dozen or so of you that actually read this thing really missed my ramblings all that much.

So, I'm finally in a position to get all the parts for my semi-new, ad-hocked PC, and I have to say I am stoked!  No more running Skyrim on minimum settings for me!  Now, I just need to save up for that XCR....

Oh yeah, and I forgot to tell you, I went down to Las Vegas and visited some family and had a fairly good time over my Thanksgiving break.

delayed dosage

More belated music.  I don't know what it is, but I have become an all out fan of Portishead in the past few months.

Portishead - Glory Box