Journal Journal: 'tis crackers to slip a rozzer the dropsy in snide...
Life is hell. Or at least, the last three weeks or so. Lost my job.
(Well, actually... more like set fire to it rather than borrow an AK47 to "tune up" my psychopathic boss...) which of course, brings me to the issue of next month's mortgage payment only days away. Woke up yesterday morning, found my entire home network hashed due to one "temporary dial-up" connection, which decided to play lightening rod while it was making cyber-love to a station on the other side of my house (and router). The nature of electricity being what it is, it found a path to ground through one hub, a trunkline from the front to the back of the house, my router and finally the above-mentioned workstation, all the while turning one corner of a beloved but venerable old V90 monitor very purple. I really need to talk with the guys at Cisco about stiffening up their firewalls...
Several hours and three NICs, one MODEM, a router and far too much time finding drivers for the antique print server that started it all, I am back onine... Just in time to hear the plaintive death squeal of my cellphone that was on charge plugged in with a wire laying across one of the network cables. Thank Ifni I kept my old phone for spare parts...
*Sigh*
Time to go back to hell...
Please, a table for two in the non-smoking section. I expect company...
Mnem
So we asked the computer what should we do,
but it just kept giving this insane advice -
"Oh, you need teeny little eyes
for reading teeny little print
just like you need teeny little hands
for milking mice..."
