upon opening up one of the random servers we have kicking around the office, i noticed that the raid controller (an adaptec asr-2100s) has a row of leds along the top edge that flash back and forth (ala kitt). given that the card is used in a colo-bound server with a standard-issue opaque case, this is totally useless... but still totally awesome.
in a fit of moody boredom, ryan, ayma and i hit the bingo parlour last night for some hot dabber-on-gamesheet action. i never realized how complicated bingo was; there are all these variations and sub-rules and people try to give you advice but you can barely recognize what they're saying because their lungs have atrophied from breathing bingo parlour air for so long. some parts i still don't understand, for instance sometimes the caller says "rrrrreno" (think ned from south park: bueno) for no apparent reason, and to no apparent effect.
i do have to give mad props to the girl who sat across from me who could point out numbers that i'd missed, meaning that she could read my card upside-down quicker than i could right-side up, all the while putting dabs on her own sheets. the super-scary thing is i'm sure she barely ranks on the bingo-hardcore-edness scale. *ph34r*
in front of voda, on my way to a downtown housewarming:
"you're really intimidating when you flash your tits like that..."
gotta love that honesty. anyway...
now that i've arrived at the party, and proceeded to relax myself through the infusion of blessed alcohol, i have to relate my day. the morning starts with a moderately concerned phone call from my boss: "we've been rooted".
well, fuck.
twelve hours later, i now hate sendmail from the very depths of my ballsack. my children will hate sendmail, and not know why. and not only sendmail... i hate qpopper, uw-imap and eudora with equal fervour. any offspring i have will probably be genetically unable to use email.
now i'm going to get good and drunk.