August 25, 2014 by sandwichcontrol
Somebody fetch me my baseball bat.
This morning, I’d like to begin the post by wishing a very Happy Birthday to Rob Halford. Be sure to wish him one as well.
Yesterday was spent trying not to get heat exhaustion. Yesterday was also spent trying not to punch my food. I have anger problems.
What’s the secret to my productive lifestyle? I am filled with an all-burning and eternal rage that sometimes breaks free from its harness and punches a breakfast sandwich into a fine paste.
Mmm. . . egg paste. . .
I spent the majority of yesterday working on creative ways to get my computers to talk to each other. Specifically the new lappie to talk to the old lappie and allow the old lappie to dump all of my “valuable” data onto the new lappie.
Apple has designed this to be easy and painless. Frustration? Not here. No sir.
That’s the hypothesis, anyway. The reality of it is that none of those easy things wanted to do my bidding yesterday. What they wanted to do was to not do my bidding and then say things like “The Resource is Busy.” What the fuck does that mean? Of course it is busy. You are using it to do my bidding.
I punched a lot of things yesterday. My phone. My desk. Various sandwiches. All punched. And of course people needed rescuing from rooftops or other various queries in the midst of the chaos.
Needless to say, by 10pm, I had had my fill of yesterday.
And workout got bumped until 8:00am this morning. We shall see how much that screws up my internal clock.
I’m off to it. Have a wonderful week.
See ya’ tomorrow.
More soon. ~SC
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