Maybe I’m just a big old weather geek as well as a spaceflight geek… but this image is just too cool.
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Foot In Mouth Disease, case study #3195-B
Who knew sports-event commentary could be so amusing?
And for that matter, I can’t believe someone took the time and effort to cull these little gems. But hey, we all benefit from their effort, so let’s enjoy, shall we?
B&C: Olympic Commentary
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Sand in unfortunate places
“Well, I think I found out why your computer’s having problems, Miss.”
“But I could just be going way out on a limb, of course”
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But can they type out Hamlet?
I like cats. I’m allergic to many of them, but not all. I’m terribly allergic to dogs, though, which is okay because I don’t actually like most dogs.
Via Collision Detection, here’s a site that mixes the love of cats with the love of absurd geekery.
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La la laaa, la la!
I decided to sign onto Neopets this morning and feed my famished pet. While I was there I did the usual rounds, including the Tombola. For the first time in ages I actually won something nifty from it.
And when I saw my prize I started singing the Bottle Fairy theme song… because I acquired a “Bottled Air Faerie.” I’m pretty sure it’s Kururu, on account of it being a blue bottle…
(Yes, I’m a big ol’ geek. Your point?)
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Problems that fix themselves are a mixed blessing.
So after more than 24 hours of weirdness with the email server, including an install of the Netware service pack, several phone calls to Corporate IT, running around the building poking and prodding at various computers, running a packet capture on the server to analyze its traffic…
Nothing worked. The problem simply refused to go away.
So I gave up. I threw my hands in the air and walked away from the problem, muttering loudly to nobody in particular, and worked on some entirely unrelated problems I’d been putting off for the sake of the email emergency.
When I got back to my office an hour or so later… the email server was working perfectly. Oh, great. Now I don’t know what broke or what fixed the breakage. I get to live in fear of this happening again and my coworkers insisting I do whatever I did “last time you fixed it.”
I suppose I should just be glad it’s working again so I can leave and try to enjoy my weekend, right?
Right?