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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!          Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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Originally posted by One Shot One Kill WIRED in Mexico is way slow. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Yeah, and most of the time I'm not home, so I just leave the computer to its devices while I'm gone. Once BT completes, a script runs to shut it down and the computer, so I still save power (environmentalist).
Anyway, the FCC did take care of it, but that doesn't mean that it's not happening. I'm sure that Comcast is still doing it, because I'll run into things like getting a huge download in a few minutes and having it die on me close to completion, dropping to mere kilobytes per second instead of the megs-per-second I had before. But, if I could BT at work, where our bandwidth is much higher, I would. But, can't. And, I don't really want to use my work Mac for anything else that isn't wholehearted fun or work. Basically, covering my ass, even though I know that they monitor all of our traffic and usage. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Eww, you're running Vista?
And, the bulk of my music isn't sorted into its individual artists, but placed in a Miscellaneous folder, all nice and lumped together in its 5GB glory. The remaining bit is either backed up on DVD-ROMs (four DVD-ROMs full) or still on its CDs without being ripped. And then there's the paltry 8GB of sorted music. But, since I'm at work, I can't screen cap. And my iTunes is just my Miscellaneous folder transferred to this computer, but I don't feel like doing a screencap. Let's say that it's a smattering of classical, eclectic, gayness, dance, trance, heavy metal, death metal, metal, game soundtracks, movie soundtracks, special sound effects, scratch DJs, theater soundtracks, my own commissions for my video blog and the "BREW Ninja" episodes, and some random fodder here and there. I don't have much music in terms of GBs, because I save room for the incredibly large video files I work with instead. All that rendering takes much space. My last 30-second project rendered out to 2GBs before I was able to compress it down to YouTube size of 5MB. Stupid high-res. But, the Mac has a 200GB HDD while my Toshiba has an 80GB HDD, even though most of the...you know I'm just rambling now. (Last edited by BREW Ninja on 08-20-08 01:35 PM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Yes, on specific thing of which I can remember:
When I was five, my cousin asked if he could take my boombox stereo with him when he returned to Mexico. I didn't want to give it to him, but he said that he would buy me a new one when he returned. Obviously, this was a promise ploy to get a five-year-old to give up his stereo. I complied. Now, twenty-one years later, I'm still waiting for my stereo. Funny thing is, my mom doesn't remember that promise and neither does he. But, every time I see him (which isn't often), my greeting is "where's my stereo?". Have you ever had a crush on a coworker? |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| I've got an external, but it's all video files. Everything from unused clips of "Adventures of a Gay Man" to production clips for "BREW Ninja" and old stuff from "Ask a BREW Ninja" to company parties, conventions, random things, porn, anime, Torchwood, Doctor Who...
I don't have much of a deep love for music. I'm good with what I listen to. Could use to shrink my DVD collection though. Seven shelves in my room is a bit much. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Nope. Well...no. Maybe. Let's go for simplicity's sake and say no.
Have you joined the mile-high club? |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Yes.
Sometimes, parents just need to beat up their kids. And, when they don't, I just really wanna shut a kid up. Particularly the screamers and parents with the philosophy of "If I ignore it, they'll stop." Have you ever been naked in a public place? (and are there pictures?) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Yeah, a few times. In fact, Geek Love did that the other night on the train. Also, a few of the pages have separated from the binding. I'll get that fixed and mail the book back to you when I'm done.
Have you ever just forgotten to go to the bathroom because you're so busy? |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Oh holy hell, I can't swim. But, I can tell you the last time I was in a swimming pool. If I can remember that...
Ever wanted to live at IKEA? |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| I watch a lot of cartoon network, so no, not really. Mostly watching Flapjack and Chowder and Spongebob (Nick toons) and the usual smattering of Family Guy, King of the Hill and The Simpsons.
Off-topic to Cyro, how come you never answer my question, but you end up answering Rogue's question instead, and then throwing off the cycle by asking your own and leaving mine unanswered? And on to the question, in reprise of my old one that was unanswered by Cyro... Would you ever want to live at IKEA? |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| What The Bleep Do We Know?
Definitely. I could watch that thing over and over. Remember how we felt when we left the theater the first time with Alan? Do you wanna be in my webcomic? |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| I AM NOT DRAMATIC!
And why am I not the craziest? |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| **1985 playing in the distance, "Private Number" appears on the external display**
"Ugh, have to get up..." walk to the room, grab the phone, look at the number, ponder it a bit, and finally answer it. "Yeah, I don't do that anymore. No, no, it's not that. I just...it's Saturday." Long pause. "Fine, but you owe me gas money and a tune-up in addition to the normal shit." Closet. There's a bag that's always packed. Heavy. It rolls noisily down the stairs, mostly because I'm making little effort to pick it up. It's cold outside, dark. My backpack rests comfortably on my shoulders, its contents secured within. The phone starts ringing again, Aguilera's Candyman playing this time. My mother. I've received mail from my student loans. They're behind by just a bit. Side effect of the layoff. I tell her my new job will help and I'll be back on track soon. We talk about her recent trip to Reno. I near the van, and it's time to hang up. She'll forward the loan notices in the mail. The suitcase gets tucked in the third row, my backpack next to me in the front row. Beep-beep. The speakerphone this time. With laws recently passed in California regarding talking on the phone, this is my only method of talking to people now. "Private Number" again. I sigh loudly, kill the music, and press the button. The voice on the other end is anxious and strained, piping little nonsensical quips about this and that in between the audible drags on his cigarette. Traffic is loud in the background. He's in a city, somewhere. It's too late in the afternoon for lunch time, must be a coffee break. He stops, tells me to hold on, talks to somebody else and then returns to me. "You got that?" I nod, knowing he can't see me. "Yeah, okay. Call when you're done." "Always," I hang up, pull the speakerphone off its dashboard mount and throw it somewhere behind me. Traffic around me is light for the afternoon, but not enough to keep my foot away from the brake pedal. Luggage has been checked and everything identified. I sit in a terminal watching the monitors and sigh over my magazine. My phone starts ringing again, 1985 seemingly cutting through the endless din of the terminal waiting area. The woman next to me stares annoyingly as I quell the shrill cries of the phone. "Yeah?" It's my roommate. The utilities are due, and he wants to make sure I got the e-mail with my share. I tell him I'll have it on Monday, with a bit more for the money I owe him, and that I'll have his share of the cable sent to him later today. He asks if I'm at work. I take a look around me and reply that I am, but in the cafeteria, hence the noisiness. An overhead announcement for a gate change muffles through the conversation. He swears I'm at an airport, asks if I'm doing a mystery shop. "No, you're hearing things." Tell him I've got a meeting, and I'll see him tonight. I hate these little trips. I hate having credit cards and student loans. I hate being called back to the TSA X-ray machines for my checked luggage and its contents. And, I hate having to use that stupid ID. "Yes, they're mine." Hand over the ID. "Yes, I'm on official business, and I'd like to get there on time." Returns my ID. "Thank you." Walk back through security, shoes off, jacket off, ID and boarding pass in my hand. Ugh. My phone starts ringing Candyman while it's in the X-ray machine. The TSA operators freak out. Great. "Private Number" called again once I had touched down. He sounded even more anxious, concerned about my tardiness. I told him I'd take care of it, "Fuck off." They lost my luggage. I'm standing in the rain, wearing the trench coat that was in my backpack, standing outside of a local pawn shop and cradling a small bundle in my arms. Picked it up at a locker in a train station, left by "Private Number" after his text message told me where the key was stashed. My mother left a voicemail telling me she had just dropped off my mail at the post office. The man behind the three-inch bulletproof glass stares intently at his security monitors and not at me. He's going through the bundle, making little acknowledgment sounds. I clear my throat. He reaches behind him and pushes an envelope towards me. Inspecting the contents, I tap the counter and walk out into the rain. "Private Number" starts to bother me again. "Look, it makes it a lot harder if you keep calling. I don't turn my phone off, but it's a dead giveaway if you can't take the fucking hint." A short pause, some shaky yelling in the background. "Yes, it's on schedule. I just had a little setback. It's nothing." The phone beeps, it's the airline. They found my bag, it's still at my originating terminal, being held by TSA. It'll meet me tomorrow. I inform them that there's no need as I'm returning in a few hours anyway. Stupid TSA. No time to check into the hotel. This has been a bad day already, time to get it over with. Candyman again. She wanted to make sure I got the voicemail. "Yes, mom, I did." She loves me. This is getting old. I meet "Private Number" in his room. Didn't know I was coming. "You paid me already, right?" He has. "Good, I'm throwing in something else free of charge." He stopped calling after that. The mark was across the hall. He didn't feel me enter the room, and the job was quick, messy and easy. I hate to scare housekeeping, though, so I did a minor cleanup and stashed him in the bathroom. The flight back was peaceful, uneventful. I picked up my luggage from the airline counter when I landed, quite annoyed that it was not with me on the flight. It earned me an upgrade on my next flight. I told the coy girl at the counter that I'd see her in a week. She laughed; I gagged on my forced politeness. My secondary account has swelled, but I still struggle on my white-collar salary, the car payments, the insurance, credit cards and student loan payments. It's more of an outlet than an income. Everyone needs a stress relief. Mine just happens to involve my cell phone and a gun. And traveling. A call, early in the morning. "Private Number" flashes on the screen. "We humbly apologize for his behavior, and did not mean to upset you. We will ensure it does not happen again." I hang up, snuggle into my bed, and resume where I picked up on sleep, my trench coat drying in the closet, my roommate's money in the living room, and the mailbox awaiting deliveries from my mother. All until I start the cycle again. "I don't see how QA makes you so stressed out," my roommate yells at me from the living room. Ha. I needed a break while working on "Internal Loathing", since my muse is depression and anger, and I'm not feeling either, so I had to go to something else to clear my mind. Opinions? I think it dragged at some point in the middle. (Last edited by BREW Ninja on 08-25-08 08:30 PM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| I don't remember having that conversation with Klossus, but then, I was busy around that time when I worked for LimeLife. | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Yahoo! Inc. and OMG extremely muchly LOVE my job!! What's not to love? They gave me a 4GB Macbook Pro (it's theirs, but mine while I work there), free website registration and hosting for a year (hence, brewninja.com), onsite oil changes, onsite dental, onsite haircuts, onsite minor collision repair, onsite car washes, laundry and dry cleaning pickup and delivery to our cubes, we have a full-service cafeteria type dealie, onsite 24 hour gym, basketball courts, volleyball courts (with sand), boce ball courts, access to the Bay Trail state park from our parking lot, company parties, company events, discounted things, onsite tech and business classes (that I can transfer as credit to my University). It's just the awesome. Oh, yeah, and my external monitor is an HD-capable, 27" diagonal, widescreen LCD at 1900 x 1200 resolution.
Have you ever been so horny that you just couldn't operate during the day, and you couldn't do anything about it? (Last edited by BREW Ninja on 08-25-08 12:03 PM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| WHITEY!! (Our "shared" dog). Nope, love kitties more, though. Mixture of a Dog/Cat then. A Dat or a Cog.
When's the last time you just laid on the lawn and stared at the sky/passing clouds? |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| I did this before, and I'm still doing it. A second Xtra-Large Stitch.
Have you ever procrastinated so much that... |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| We run virtual servers all the time, use them to host our QA servers for testing. Don't know exactly how they're constructed, but I can find out. I know that I've used my virtual machine on the Macbook as a virtual server once, to host our search engine algorithms. | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| 1. HTML
2. HTC 3. Haircuts 4. Happy Tree Friends 5. Homestar Runner 6. Home 7. Hairy Dog (I wanted to include whitey). 8. Happy Cats (and kitties). 9. History Channel 10. Happy? Most favorite show on Cartoon Network? |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| ABC is the spawn child of Evil.
But, I don't like NBC either. But.... NBC. Taco Salad or Build-Your-Own Salad? |
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