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Technology Queen

Matt — Mon, 26 Jan 2004 13:30:09 +0000

I am such a hardware queen. I was doing the crossword in the paper this morning, and ran across 23-Down.. I read the clue. It says Sonata manufacturer. Seven letters.

“Huh,” I think to myself, “that doesn’t work. Antec doesn’t have seven letters, and it doesn’t begin with H!”

I swear that the word Hyundai never even ONCE popped into my head.

Man, I’m pathetic.

Fuster-cluck

Matt — Sun, 18 Jan 2004 09:52:15 +0000

I feel like such a traitor. I really do.

I love me some linux. Truly I do. But yet the people who hand me my lovely lovely paycheck make me do some terrible cruel things. My job involves a variety of unix variants - I play on Solaris, HP-UX, and, God help me, SCO OpenServer.

SCO? SCO. I don’t care how good a product people say it is. I feel dirty having to work with it. Although in a small victory of some sort, it is the most problematic platform we work with.

Still. Icky icky icky. Die. Eat a bag of hell.

They’re Like Family. And That’s the Problem

Matt — Tue, 13 Jan 2004 05:28:09 +0000

So lately I’ve been hanging out online with the guys from ars.linux. Our great visionary leader, whiprush, has created an aggregate blog for all of us. I think this means I actually have to start producing content that doesn’t talk about mutant hot dogs or books or gay elves now.

Well, shit.

My Baloney Has a First Name…

Matt — Sun, 04 Jan 2004 09:30:26 +0000

…and it is written in blood with the scrawl of a dying madman on pages of dried flesh. Let me make this clear, this shit is WRONG, right? Introducing the latest squamous treat for your lunchtime horror: the OctoDog.

Because, you know, we NEEDED a way to make hot dogs more horrifying than merely just contemplating the processed awfulness that they contain.

Ea! Ea! Cthulhu fhtagn TASTY!

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. As a species…. we are fucking DOOMED.

DOOMED.

Guh.

You Wacky Californians

Matt — Sun, 04 Jan 2004 06:32:02 +0000

We’ve had two pretty good snowstorms in New York this year, both happening on weekends in December. The first was fairly brutal and ended with my spending the night here at work, sleeping under my desk. Not my favorite activity in the world.

The next was the very next weekend, and ended with me spending the night over up by work again, but this time at least at a hotel. So not a total wreck, and I actually remembered to back a change of clothing this time.

The funny part of the story goes back to the first snowstorm. It was going to start getting bad on Friday night, so I drove to pick up my friend Chris from his university for our usual weekend hangout.

As I’m standing outside the dorm while he grabbed a few Playstation2 games, I was talking to one of the guys on the steps as the snow is slowly falling with big, wet flakes.

At one point he gestures towards the falling snow and says something along the likes of, “This is pretty bad, huh?”

Now, I grew up in mid-Michigan. A bit of light snow and 30-degree weather is nothing that I usually even notice. I stared for a second, and said, “You have no idea. Just wait till it actually starts coming down.” He seemed rather nonplussed. Come to find out, he’s a first-semester student in from Los Angeles and had never seen snow excet for skiing trips. Just amazing.

So after we both took turns explaining the horrors of a New England winter, he seemed far more eager to actually go out and get some shopping done before the brunt of the storm arrived. Not a bad thing at all. Look at me, helping humanity one displaced sun-worshipper at a time.