Painfully long work lunch

The last topic of discussion was earthquakes.  Not the causes, not actual disasters, not thought out ways of preparing for them, just earthquakes. I spent the whole time wishing for one to happen right then and there.

I can't stand this kind of stuff.  These long, long discussions that can't even really be considered discussion.  They really resemble monologues, with a shared theme, for all the interaction involved.  Maybe monologue is too generous, because that can include some sort of unique insight.  Everything is an announcement.  It's very "I heard this about that", followed by "Yeah, I heard that too, but I also heard that about this." It's like having the 10PM TV newscast to lunch.  And just any old nighttime news either, but the local Sunday evening news.

 And that kind of behavior is really what blogs are for.

Quote of Yesterday

Whilst waiting for the bus a man in a wheelchair starts to think out loud;
"Girl you must be rich, 'cause you brought yo'self some beautiful breasts.  Them some fine (my emphasis) titties.  You should really put some that into your ass."

Note to self, wear tighter pants.

My computer is haunting me at work!

Does that mean it's really dead?
Anyway I just saw this over at lifehacker, the Computer Hardware Chart, and I started having flashbacks,

Via lifehacker 

Something unsettling in the bathroom

The bathroom at my job has several, what I will call, soothing framed prints in it.  There's four of them, and really, no other theme than "soothing" connects them.  But that changed today, one has taken on a deeply disturbing aspect. The one that just happens to be best viewed when one is sitting on the toilet.  It's photo of  a damp looking rock in multicolored sand, a very dark rock.  

And today I just realized it looks exactly like somebody took a shit on the beach at sunset, took a photo and fucking framed it.  Maybe it's actually a Hirst, an Emin, or a Serrano. Or a film still from Pink Flamingos, from a scene that never made it in, a day at the beach scene. But I doubt it.

Loves it!

Image via Curbly 

The inside of my case is...

HP's big, fat, fuck you. 

I don't think it was designed to ever have the power supply removed.  Not by me anyway.

The HP upgrade manual explains how to remove the disk drive, the hard drive, and memory, but the PSU, oh no.  But despite a lack of information, and experience, we (M and I) managed to remove it all the same.  We removed the motherboard and ripped one the wires that powers the fan.  M feels confident that with the aid of some electric tape acquired from a Japanese 99 cents store she can reconnect the wire.  

Anyway- we got it out and now I fear that I may not be able find a supply narrow enough to fit in the case. Whatever, we're getting a Mac anyway.  This project went from high priority, better be super-duper careful to let's crack this thing open and see what makes it tick.  

I was disappointed to find out that it was not powered by a hamster on wheel.