bornofchaos.livejournal.comI want a geek shirt. I give. Any suggestions? Please not one that'll get me fired. Although in fairness, my company is pretty easy-going, mostly 'cos HR don't know what RTFM means. Or PEBKAC.
2 memorable ones today:
Sweetie, you're gay. As a five tent carnival. Acting all surprised when you said "Honey, go easy. I'm a poof" and I said "So I gathered", is funny, but c'mon. Although I will give credit where it's due. I came into work like a fire-breathing bitch, and by the end of the call, you had me clutching myself with laughter. But for Gods sake, stop using your postcode as a password. When I said I'd go over and beat some sense into you, I meant it.
Second was a 53 year old "silver surfer" who stumbled up one of those "Here's your IP, here's your OS, here's what you had for breakfast" sites. And got quite upset when his IP came back. As French. Because he's a proud Briton, you see. And he can't have the internet at large thinking he's from France. But apart from that case of mild....idiocy, he was quite nice.Very enthusiastic. Retired, nothing to do, so he bought himself a top of the range machine and is basically trying to figure it out, one piece at a time. So I threw www.dnsstuff.com at him and told him to email me with any questions.
I've created a monster.
One question though. Why would it do that? I admit when I'm clueless, and happily he accepted my "it sometimes does that when internet traffice is particularly high" non-explanation. But I'm curious. And my Google-fu is defeated by my vodka.
I really hope there's not some policy on not posting here while twisted. 'Cos I been breaking it since I joined. But I'm drinking on yer behalf as well. Or doing my damned best to anyway.