Archives: August2002

• From the Deluge Dept.

  So the rubber from my windshield wipers has been peeling off the last few days (well, weeks). I still had a small section at the bottom i could see through if needed. Luckily, we’ve had the whole drought thing, which has worked out really well. As i understand, Katie and Ange thought it would be a good idea recently to peel the rest of the rubber off. So i am left with two plastic wipers, which do the equivalent of [...]

• From the Resources Dept.

  This is at boot. Nothing open.

• From the Don’t Look Now Dept.

  Have you ever found yourself doing something really stupid? Like turning up the air in your car, and wondering why the radio still isn’t coming on? And then you look around to make sure no one saw you when you made that face that indicated you just realized you were a complete moron.

• From the Revenge of the Nerds Dept.

  For the benefit of those around me who are always confused, i shall finally lay to rest the gradual differences in the less socially acceptable of the species: Nerd: Often seen wearing plaid. Hair either unkempt and short or gelled to the head. Can generally steer any conversation into an intimate discussion about how the Mongolians were quite misunderstood, or how much you would weigh on any given planet, and how that would affect your eating habits. Pocket protectors, or [...]

• From the Hot Hot Hot Dept.

  Ok, client story for you. A guy has a phat 2 Ghz system. Its not running 100%. His “computer expert” friend decides to run diags on it using this ass-old diag program called Check-It. The thing was written like 40 years before they even designed RIMM chips so it of course says they fail diags. The guy swears that it runs better when its warmed up. What is it, a car? So before he turns it on, the guy RUNS [...]

• From the Bombs Away Dept.

  This one’s for the couples. Ever notice how you’re in the bathroom with your significant other, and they’re “doing paperwork”? And you had no intention of “doing paperwork” yourself? But, for some reason, you get the uncontrollable urge? And at times, you feel like you’ve had to go for hours? Its just like yawning. No need to yawn until someone else does it. Its like they give off some sort of ass pheremones that your ass responds to and has [...]