You're so goth, you're Batman. |4:54 PM|
This is a neato application that searches for a lot of duplicate files. I haven't run it all the way on the system I'm backing up yet, because I simply don't have the time until later tonight. However, it is useful enough to point it towards y'all, in case you need such things.
EZ Clean
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All you have is your hate....and your individuality. |2:34 PM|
JP and I, a long time ago, were discussing some ridiculous mods that could be made for System Shock 2. The "Hybrid" mod, where you play as a pipe bybrid. Constant singing of the many fills your speakers, and all you have is a pipe. Find the darkest location and await humans to stumble by, or the main character of SS2. You will be ripped apart immediately, of course, from any sort of attack. But you would be able to wander around and say "Glory to the many" and "I'm soooory" and the famous "Something....out of place..."
I really should crack open the SS2 data files and pull that stuff out. I think it'd make a good sound set on Windows.
Another mod idea, but this time for half life was one that Videodrome thought up. People had been discussing the invevitable follow ups to all the half life "sequels" (Blue shift, where you play as Barney, and Oppossing force, where you play as a soldier) such as "Vending Machine". In Vending machine, you're just a drink machine that watches all the events unfold around you. You can't move. You have no attack. All you can really do is dispense cola when people give you money. At the end, you blow up. Vid's idea was "Man in suit". You are the briefcase carrying, shielded and enigmatic man in suit. You walk around Black Mesa, looking through windows, and engage in no combat. Your attack button causes your character to straighten his tie, or check his watch.
I always liked the idea of a game mod where you took control of one of the disposable underlings, and jumped from body to body as the "hero" tore you apart time after time.
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Friday, October 11, 2002
Poker Phoenix: Rise from the ashes to defend the chips. |2:47 AM|
I just got back in from Poker night. The difference a better attitude and a little observation makes. Instead of walking away empty handed, I made 18.50 cents on top of the starting $20.
That's enough to purchase a pogo stick. Indeed, I wish to own and operate a pogo stick, and if I can get one for less than $20 I am all over it.
But Cecil, do you actually need any more crap in your house?
Look, I threw a bunch of stuff out. Really. I threw honest-to-goodness computer crap away. Leave me BE! I will POGO!
With the windfall of overtime, the $6 an hour job options appear to be fading. I wanted to get a second job, for both the money and as an obvious example of my questing for stability. But no, the Santa Claus of overtime visited and said "Hey little boy! Have you been a good worker this year?"
Me: "Yessir, I've been going to work early the last three whole days!"
SC: "Good enough!"
This all renders a second job moot, as any time I spend doing OT will earn me substantially more cash.
Oh, images from the "Pimps and Hos" party are available. I'm sifting through them, finding ones that feature myself or Vorpal. I'll post 'em here a little later.
Ah, here's a good one. Sabrina inspects Vorpal's wares as I cringe in terror. SHOCKING!
Below this post is something that covers yesterday, so I changed the time of the post to about 20 minutes or so before I got home. Because I can do that. I can make myself ahead of schedule.
Eeesh! I just talked to Vorpal, and he reminded me about The Bluff at poker night.
We were playing a game of Texas hold 'em, and it had come down to Vorpal and I. We were on the second to last round (Called "the turn") and I had just made my flush. It was the nuts of the game, nothing else even CLOSE. The board was tattered enough that I knew no damned straight flush or 4 of a kind was going to bite me in the ass. I bet a bit higher than usual. Vorpal stayed along, and we reached the final round. Vorpal nonchalantly throws down a large handful of chips. It's several times the normal bets, and is a clear "Get the fuck out of my poker game, bitch" type bet. .
What should have tipped him off was how quickly I started counting out the appropriate amount of chips. I knew I had him, and I wanted to see how far I could take it. I stopped counting chips, instead pushing my entire stack into the center. All in. Vorpal followed suit, and I revealed my flush. Vorpal had thought I was full of shit, and trying to out-bluff me. His pair of 2's should have burst into flame.
I went all in at poker night and DIDN'T have to leave the table right after. I'm happy. Vorpal's motives for this turn of events is still unknown, even by Vorpal himself.
Kharmic Shit Hammer |5:11 PM|
The company for which I perform my services as master Dispatcher and Help Desk-er (And defender of the faith) recently laid off a crapload of internal tech support guys. One of these was my primary point of contact at the customer company, but this isn't about him. This is about this other jerk, let's call him M.V.
M.V. had a terrible habit of just calling me up, and "requesting" that I look at a printer "as soon as possible". If I didn't hurry, I'd start to get more phone calls or emails or just generally shit from this guy. He was an arrogant prick on the phone, and invincible since he was an actual employee. I could do nothing except grudgingly break procedure and fix this guy's plotters. We were discussing the latest lay-offs during a smoke break, and the firing of a well known "guy who deals with plotters or something" was mentioned by one of my techs. Vid and I pressed for details, "which building were you in?" "Was it an HP plotter?" "Was his name.... M.V.?"
When the answer of "Yeah! That's it. I knew I'd heard that name before" Vid and I were already jumping around like idiots. We hadn't cheered or really reacted at all when our P.O.C. announced his depature, but this M.V. guy was clear case of "Asshole gettin' shitcanned". Admittedly, it does blow that he's canned in such a shitty job market, and we did react in a highly unproffesional manner.
heh.
Oh, if you've been reading this blog for some time, you might recall me writing about how I got tasked with tracking all the printer ips at this company. Long story short, the woman (Let's call her Marianne) who's (seemingly) only job is to keep track of IP's and hand them out was impossible to get a hold of. She didn't reply to email, and her voicemail clearly states that she doesn't normally return phone calls. FUCK. I had to CC: her boss, my boss, and my point of contact guy just to put enough fear into her to elicit a response. A response that turned out to be utterly useless. The next day I find out that now *I'm* in charge of all printer IP's. Great.
So this jackass calls me, and is requesting an IP. After several calls back and forth, it becomes clear it's not my area, that he has to talk to Mari.
Me: "Yeah, looks like I have no control over that lab. You'll have to talk to DNS-GROUP-US."
Him: *deep sigh* "Oh, are you sure?" (1)
Me: "Yeah."
Him: "Oh. That's...that's Mari, isn't it?"
Me: "I'm afraid so"
Him: "Okay. Thank you"
The moment marked (1) is when I could hear him deflate. A tiny piece of his soul died, simply because he would have to deal with Mari.
The point of this? I'm not the only one who has been tortured by this woman. I'm thinking about starting a support group.
But yeah. Work is stupid and boring. With any luck, y'all skipped this.
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Wednesday, October 09, 2002
Ahhh shit oor "Back in the Saddle" |2:46 PM|
At some point, in the past 3 days, I know I sent a bizarre email to someone. I had just woken up from a nightmare, a really terrible, 6 hour IRL time (3 days in dream time) nightmare. I wrote someone some crazy email...but I can't find it! It's not in the sent messages of any of my email accounts!
Who the FUCK did I send it to? And what the fuck did I say?
Back in the Saddle: Due to a coworker's vacation, and my manager's illness, I found myself running all over Round Rock today. I was fixing printers like old times, only to then bolt back to the office to close tickets, answer both phones, Reply to several emails, update the management, play God, then run back into the field. I swooped in to help a fellow tech in need, I ran into my old Ops manager from CompUSA, I fixed a couple of the dreaded SC1275's, and was generally a superhero. Toner stains, finger cuts, and fuser burns...eyuck. And all this before 11:40am.
Zusty had this link that after reading I was thinking that I should perhaps skip out on the idea of eating the thyroid gland of some animal. God knows what dumping fuckloads of unusual chemical signals and hormones into me would do. Nothing good, likely.
Additional:
I just started reading "Middlesex". It's by Jeffrey Eugenides, author of "The Virgin Suicides", and it is...shocking. I'm not comparing it to Lolita, but I am noticing something similar. The author has managed to make a repulsive subject (the second chapter, you'll know what I'm talking about) palatable in such a way that I give a damn about the characters. In Lolita, there'd be times where I completely forgot what a monster the main character was, and how twisted the plot of the book was. The same applies here, I see where it is going, I've seen for several miles off, and though I'm still repulsed by the whole concept, I am still reading.
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Tuesday, October 08, 2002
|7:46 PM|
I've been doing a lot of post editing, well, more than usual. I wish there was a way to point it out, besides a link.
Haruko is toast. The MOBO is not sending out beep codes, and isn't resetting properly. I'm going to hook it up to a different speaker to verify, and a different powersupply, but I think this machine has finally given up the ghost. This is the same machine that I blew out a pci slot and the AGP slot when the poorly machined case allowed a video card to "jiggle"
That was a bad scene. This is also the machine that I had to replace the MOBO battery due to it never knowing what day it was. It also had a host of IDE issues.
Crap. And I really wanted to install Linux on it.
I got my haircut, and I picked up this...stuff. This hair color-ing styling gel. I wanted to give it a shot. So now if I want, I can turn the tips of my new spikes blue. It isn't easy to see, and I'd have to bleach my hair to make it look right. You know, I'd be willing to bleach my hair if there was a regular brown version of this stuff. Or a brown hair dye that washes out after a week or so. Every weekend I could go blue, then go back to brown for monday. I'd be STYLIN'.
I got the drugs, and I'm all Daodan'ed out. Day of the chrysallis, baby. I'm going to go try the hair stuff and get a picture.
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Hot Pockets: Artifical Joy |1:19 PM|
I had to purchase five of these damn Hot Pockets Microwavable Sacks of Meat and Cheese: Pepperoni Flavor because all the more reasonable sized boxes were sold out. I decided to keep them at work, and despite these little bastards being almost pure cancer they have improved my mood signifigantly. Other things that make me happy include the lack of mugginess in the air, and my cash situation quietly improving.
I can't seem to write anything outside of this crappy little blog, though. I've got a couple updates for the front page I want to finish, and there's at least 2 message boards that I bother with that I can't really write for at the moment.
I think I'm going to go grab another hotpocket. Easy Ep. needs some ginger snaps.
Oh! Speaking of cookies...
I developed advanced cookie technology, and then after the prototypes, promply burned the entire damn batch. Goddammit. Today I am purchasing an electric timer, come hell or highwater. I'm also considering picking up a mixer, instead of anything else. Tommorow, I hope to deal with my arrest warrant.
Tonight I fix all the nagging problems I've been having. Everything from shipping shirts, to doing laundry. I'm picking up my adderall to make certain. That's $200 down the crapper. Sheesh.
Son of a gun |6:16 PM|
I just got back, and it seems this system had blogger.com open on it, and now i've lost several posts. For good, it would appear.
I can quickly review the one I most miss, and that is my Res post. I finally played this game, and I was amazed. If hacking or tech support or any kind of computer interaction was anything like res, I would never bitch about my job again. The only problem would be that the mouse is still a superior interface when it comes to pointing. Try holding your arms up for an extended period of time, as long as you would during any session with the mouse. It's a real drag. So, unless they invent some null-buoyancy harness (Where your arm would only move when you exerted muscle force, otherwise it would just hang in what ever position you left it) the mouse is still king. But let me show you something.
This is my job
And this is Res:
I still want VR goggles and glasses for when we get the full fledged Mark Vision box (Printer tracking software) in our office. And, I'd want makeup that made it look like I was sunburned all around the eyes, and bleeding from the tear ducts. So if anyone visited the office and made me talk to them, (As in, taking off the goggles) they'd think that whatever I was doing was intensely harmful and painful. (As if to imply very advanced and important)
Of course, arc welding is remarkably damaging but not all that advanced.
Hmm, Home Depot is having a sale on Arc Welders, 599 for a full rig.
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|11:21 AM|
Hmm. That's weird. There are at least 2 posts missing.
I'm sure that you're either quite angry or dissapointed that I didn't call you yesterday. I ended up spending the day sleeping and watching an opera on television. let me be completely plain with you: I do not like people, and I do not need any more of them in my life. Over the years I have arrived at many conclusions regarding my life and how to best be happy with it, and the main thing that I have discovered is that people, mostly, are a deterrent in my pursuit of happiness. I do not need any more friends, family, lovers, or anything of that nature. I need less, less, less. unfortunately I must work, I must come in contact with people, but I would like to keep it at a minimum. please do not feel as if this is a crushing, rude rejection. instead you might imagine that I have moved to another country that does not have any telephones or means of communication. I have no friends, and I do not want any. period. that's just the way it has to be. I hope that I haven't hurt your feelings. I really respect you but that has nothing to do with it.
Well, what the fuck was she doing talking to me in the first place? I'd say my feelings are hurt, but she was pretty...eccentric.
What a bizzare experience. At least my sideburns have been evened out.
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Good morning. |8:48 AM|
I had to get up a tad early this morning to deal with some high powered executive printers. Hooorah. I tend to tell myself that no matter how important and whiny these guys are, in 100 years no one will remember the slightest thing about them. But that doesn't help when I half to pull my recently-raised-dead feeling body out of bed and galump my way to work. Here's the problem with being around executives this morning. I was wearing my nice, stylin' red and black shirt. It looks nice, but I briefly wore it last night around a bunch of folks who, in the most diplomatic of terms, were stoned off their asses. I was in quite a hurry this morning andI didn't remember the weed issue until I was already driving to work, and I couldn't tell if the shirt reeked or not. I could only assume it did, and had to pull the "Wall hugging ninja" routine in order to deal with printers.
I wish it was acceptable to walk on the tops of the cubicle walls, I could travel so much more quickly Ninja Gaiden style. It'd also be good if I could throw shurikens and stab people. Oh, and as long we're still in fantasy land, I want wings and the power of life and death.
Ah, crap, must go back to work.
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Sunday, October 06, 2002
Man-Whorin' |3:59 PM|
The party last night was amusing, and if I can get my damn videocapture card to work I can hook up the camera and post images of some of the more....interesting costumes.
I was up until 5am, which didn't help having to be at work for some overtime at 10:30 this morning.
I'm going to finally build that 8 foot tall reaper outfit for halloween. It's going to be incredible. I'll have to learn how to be a full fledged seamstress. What skill did I pickup...Oh! Electric razor repair. This previous morning, I was forced to break my electric razor down to its individual atomic elements in order to clean it properly, but now it works like a brand new shaver, so I'm pleased. I also had to shave my belly for purposes of that costume, though I stopped before shaving my legs. How women manage to shave legs, armpits, the occasional facial, and God help you, the pubic hair, is beyond me. Armpits, I'm fine with, as I think everyone should shave those. Goooood grief.
Hobby Lobby was closed today. The hobby stores all around town are closed sunday for "To give our employees time for worship and family". Private company with a God slant, I guess. I won't complain, as long as they have the rubber cement I seek on monday. I had something to say about the hobby store but now I've forgotten. I'll mention that the warm, sweet smelling breeze that shows up right after sunset around here is pure joy.
