Injoke

silmarian and I have started referring to my rage-honing phone support experiences as having been with the "Bastard Operators from Dell".

For those who are clue-negative, may I suggest checking out this link, and a few of the BOFH stories...
http://www.bofh.com/

and the official archive:
http://bofh.ntk.net/Bastard.html

Whee! Another convert!

Welcoming ralmathon to my friends list. ralmathon is actually the dude known as Neighbor...

He has yet to post any entries, though, since he's just created his journal.

Pissing Contest

digitalambience and ralmathon are in the middle of a minor war of words regarding LJ. They are now tied on comments to their sole journal entries so far, with nine each. digitalambience claims that he can just log in and write some new journal entries, so there!

ralmathon made a face at him.

They're wondering why I'm laughing so hard...

Oh, yes, my comments.

's free LJ Comment Customization Generator.

Messing with Shrimpy

http://www.ipaddress.com will give you the IP address that's on your computer right now.

[Edit: No it will not: it's been bought out. A bajillion porn popups.]

...It will also show you a picture. A picture that is perhaps not of the sort that you should be looking at in a computer lab.

I am so, so very evil.

Old RPG, gaining some new interest.

And here's the link. Maybe I should ask Darkside to check this one out. I wouldn't mind playing a few games with him.

http://www.livejournal.com/talkread.bml?journal=grymor&itemid=18971

Echo was nice enough to share *what* he did to my system...

common folders, look at the bottom, look for hidden files
trick in transfer folder.

Worldwalking?

I think I've done something of the like, more than once. I know her name. I don't know what iteration of me she might be, nor I of her, but we're connected. We've been connected for longer than I can know. I rediscovered the connection, with Narcissa's help, the two of us working together on parallel projects.

I need to rediscover her again.

shit.

Well, that was a bust.

I don't have my computer back yet.

Votania went to visit one of her computer guru friends today. Three hour bus ride. She took Tigereye with her, and Tigereye's cord.

He fixed it.

On the way back home, the three hour ride back, the cord got broken again.

The little green light on the converter doesn't even work.

I want to hate somebody, to screech and cry, but honestly, who do I blame? BJ, for starting the crunching? Me, for helping the wear and tear? teenagewitch, for helping finish it off? The buttheads trying to grope Votania on the bus? Votania, for not realizing how delicate the thing was? ...or not having any choice in defending herself?

I don't want to listen to anyone here talk right now.

I thought I'd have my computer back tonight.

Link for the adapter?

http://www.business-services.upenn.edu/computerstore/core/accessory/laptop/pclaptop.html

Spoiled Brat Factor Five, Mr. Sulu.

I sent a grumpy e-mail to my mother, detailing, among other things, my battle with Dell, and my current job situation (without).

Tonight I learn that my computer is still out of commission.

So tonight, just as I'm looking up online places to buy a replacement part other than straight from Dell, and bitching in public forums about the lack of respect from the sales department, my father calls.

He tells me to research the less fragile variety of new laptop computer, as the lifespan on laptop computers is somewhat short, and he comments at what the price range for such a system might be.

(!) is my first reaction, for I'm now on a starving college student budget.

Family. Wow.

...When others around us are alone, the expectation for family to come through decreases, and it's a joy when they actually do.