• I like working with computers for a living, why?

    When you can’t make one particular computer connect to the network… when you have to deal, yet again, with a recurring arcane problem that tends to fix itself once enough random things have been pressed or jiggled… when the powers that be keep coming to you for answers that you don’t have about why things aren’t quite right… when projects keep piling up and you keep not having hours in the day or spare sets of hands or eyes to deal with them… you wonder why you love the job so much after all.

    Then again, someone dangled a rather nifty carrot in front of me today. I hope something actually comes of it…

  • We won’t mention Ivanova’s huge… tracts of land.

    I can’t believe I’d never heard of Babylon Five’s Flying Circus. Where have I been all this time?

    SINCLAIR: One day John, all this will be yours.
    SHERIDAN: You mean the curtains?
    SINCLAIR: No, not the curtains. All that you can see. That will be your kingdom.
    SHERIDAN: But I don’t want any of that.
    SINCLAIR: Listen up, I built this space station up from nothing. All there was was space. All the captains said it was daft to build a station in space, but I built it all the same, just to show them. It blew up, so I built a second one. That one blew up. And a third one, and that one blew up. I built a fourth one, that one disappeared in time. But the fifth one stayed. And that’s what you’re going to get John, the strongest space station in these sectors.
    SHERIDAN: But I don’t want any of that. I’d rather…
    SINCLAIR: Rather what?
    SHERIDAN: I’d rather … just … SING!

  • Isn’t that sweet?

    Look what somebody sent me!

    (The ducks, not the sticker. That came from someone else, but I couldn’t resist putting it into the picture.)

    So, do you think she’s trying to tell me I need sweetening up? Or that I should be trying to get my ducks in a row? What do you suppose the meaning is, here…?

  • Easter Bunnies

    You learn something new every day…

    Originally misclassified as rodents, rabbits belong to the order of Lagomorpha and are more closely related to ungulates such as cows and deer than rodents.

    So I’m not allowed to call Tia and Saturday rodents anymore? Nuts…

    Anyway. Cute bunny picture, linked below. Happy Easter, folks.

    Nat. Geo. Photo of the Day

  • Lazy, Quiet Saturday

    Some days, all you really need is to wake up late, eat a large breakfast, goof off, putter around the house, do some cleaning, play games, eat a hot dinner and laze around until bedtime.

    I think everyone should get to enjoy a day like this, fairly regularly. Heck yeah.

  • Full Moon Workday

    “Karel, our printer’s doing something weird.”

    Oh, if I had a dollar for every time I’ve heard that in my eight years here. Luckily, the guy who came to my door in this instance is one of those who isn’t prone to panicking over trivialities, so I dutifully followed him over to his workspace.

    Hmm. The printer was spitting out solid black sheets of paper, edge to edge and top to bottom. I unplugged the print server and the printer itself to stem the black tide, and made an intuitive leap that the toner cartridge might have been damaged in some fashion.

    While I was unplugging things, I noticed a nearly-empty coffee cup, with a lipstick stain on the rim, next to the printer. I frowned a bit at this, but paid it no more mind.

    The obvious solution appeared to be, “replace the toner cart.” So I popped open the case, briefly noted the coffee stain on the inside of the chassis, frowned again, and reached for the cartridge.

    Now, you don’t ordinarily reach into a printer and expect to pull away a wet hand, but that’s precisely what happened. Yes, folks, somebody managed to spill coffee deep inside the machine, enough to form puddles on the toner cart, and that’s why it’s incapable of printing correctly.

    Gee. I wonder if this has anything to do with that lipstick-smeared nearly-empty cup of coffee. What do you think?