R: “Now go to whatismyip.org, no spaces, and tell me what it says.” T: “YouAreAProtocolDroidAreYouNot.” R: “I fucking hate you.”
Sorry folks, “Eye worms” miiiight not have been the actual term my Ninja Doctor used. Really just boring positively charged protein mucus.
Maybe the govt is just artsy, like the types that tea stain / bake paper or beat their coffee table with a wire brush. All low res, smudged.
This exemplifies the difference between most that support the tech industry and those that live it.
Idiot next to me popped the circuit plugging his PoS laptop in to play windowed pinball. I fix it, vent disdain while browsing my RSS feeds
and I don’t say that because he’s Asian. The man murdered eye worms I didn’t even know existed. Without me noticing. #EyeNinja
Holy cow getting my first prescription -ever- filled is horrifying. These steroids are for my EYE BUGS people, I SWEAR.
Today’s lunch topics: plane crashes, eating people, divorce, “that chick’s neck,” the varying percentage of child support state to state.
I know my vision is dreadfully romanticized. Matthew Broderick’s character in 30 Rock was pretty spot on. No leak. Pens there but crap.
Churning banks of dot matrix printers, artfully scratched copiers. Circular erasers all mandatory issue. Green book keeper visors in bulk.
Love how the upper echelon of our gov distributes info, even mass email contains a low res scan PDF of a shitty xerox of a low toner print.
Doesn’t help that I fucking hate this holiday.
Hours of pacing today. Massive list looming but starting point elusive. First day off in 2 weeks and I’ve nothing to show for it but stress
Looking for field grade studio gear capable of macro photography. Goal is to document gear breakage such as bent pins, circuit boards.
Just got off work, clocked 19 hours OT this weekend. I am a workbot, BZZTworkbotBZZTworkbotworkbotbotbotbotttt (ohshit remix SON)
Kickin’ off my No-Day weekend in style; kimchi stained (it spilled. a lot >_< ), under caffeinated, squinting through the fog. Blrphgrble.
A Good Day.
Millions of dollars in orbiting assets, gobs of shoulder mounted tech. Our solution to find, and share, North http://twitpic.com/5peak
Just issued a fresh gas mask at work. Which means possibly being forced to shave beard. Which means possibly sporting a moustache.
This is the Worst Saturday Ever.
Glad you all love the ‘bot. You are invited to Bot Tea Time. Haters and would-be-bot-thieves are also welcome as you serve a purpose.
RT @UtneReader: Wow. Photographs of the Taliban: Groomed and disarmingly affectionate http://bit.ly/pHHbe
We even stand for the main event in which @chrisfurniss and @IronRinn are chained together, armed, and set against a bot gladiator.
Think Jabba’s Palace meets Battlebots meets Thunderdome. My antique couch slides back and us bot afficianados sip tea, cheering politely.
“I’m not a bad influence, I’m a good friend! You’re living the dream! Eating oysters and caviar then buyin’ robots!” -Tom. This is accurate.
Robot in question, the undeniably awesome Large Martin from Ashley Wood. I was helpless to resist, yo. http://tinyurl.com/LargeMartinCCCP
Sunday: 12 hours of land navigation via GPS backbone. Sweating student escorts flanked by tiny mobile robot with camera. vrrrrrrr
Bad news involves deeply troubling associations. Good is that Ross has three dames out here that owe him their lives. Hooked a brother UP.