I was gonna skip this one...

Since many of the folks on my flist are people I've never been in face to face contact with, but what the hell, I'll be a sheep and moo with the oddest of them:

01. Reply with your name and I will write something about you.
02. I will then tell what song/movie reminds me of you.
03. If I were to apply an o'clock to you, it would be...
04. I will try to name a single word that best describes you.
05. I'll tell you the most memorable moment I've had with you.
06. I will tell you what animal you remind me of.
07. I'll then tell you something that I've always wondered about you.
08. Put this in your journal.

I haven't responded to this one in the journals of those I haven't actually met, but don't let that stop you if you feel the urge, I'll just take a page out of dilickjm's book and make stuff up.

I was gonna skip this one...

Since many of the folks on my flist are people I've never been in face to face contact with, but what the hell, I'll be a sheep and moo with the oddest of them:

01. Reply with your name and I will write something about you.
02. I will then tell what song/movie reminds me of you.
03. If I were to apply an o'clock to you, it would be...
04. I will try to name a single word that best describes you.
05. I'll tell you the most memorable moment I've had with you.
06. I will tell you what animal you remind me of.
07. I'll then tell you something that I've always wondered about you.
08. Put this in your journal.

I haven't responded to this one in the journals of those I haven't actually met, but don't let that stop you if you feel the urge, I'll just take a page out of dilickjm's book and make stuff up.

I was gonna skip this one...

Since many of the folks on my flist are people I've never been in face to face contact with, but what the hell, I'll be a sheep and moo with the oddest of them:

01. Reply with your name and I will write something about you.
02. I will then tell what song/movie reminds me of you.
03. If I were to apply an o'clock to you, it would be...
04. I will try to name a single word that best describes you.
05. I'll tell you the most memorable moment I've had with you.
06. I will tell you what animal you remind me of.
07. I'll then tell you something that I've always wondered about you.
08. Put this in your journal.

I haven't responded to this one in the journals of those I haven't actually met, but don't let that stop you if you feel the urge, I'll just take a page out of dilickjm's book and make stuff up.

Contents: Random 23% RDA

So, I'm wiping the drives on these old SGI machines that belong to a contract that's ending, and I start one of the O2s up. Hey, look, unlike every other fucking SGI on the planet, the O2 does not fall back to a serial console in the event that there are no input peripherals plugged in!

Goddamnit, I KNOW this is something that was foisted on engineering by some clueless fucking management weenie. The thought process went something like "Hey, it's got keyboard and mouse inputs and a VGA connector on it, why does it need a serial console? It doesn't!" Of course, this totally assumes that people like me don't do things like drag the chassis into our office, throw a null modem cable on the serial port, plug in a power connector, and plug in an ethernet cable and build them over the network. Every other SGI product up to the latest and greatest Fuel and Tezro models all do this, and all that came before from the Personal Iris on up to the Indy and Indigo2 do this. The O2's sibling, the Octane, also does this. But no, some clueless fucking dickhead, who was apparently barred from ever being allowed to influence design decisions at SGI ever again, decided that the O2 should be different.

I don't fucking have room for another goddamned monitor, mouse, and keyboard on my desk, and even if I did, I can sure as fuck think of far better things to do with the space.

So, who ever you are, under what ever rock you are currently hiding, when I find you, I am going to kick your ass so goddamned thoroughly that you'll twitch at the very idea of ever making a decision overriding normal engineering practices ever again. I hate you, and you deserve to die.

Contents: Random 23% RDA

So, I'm wiping the drives on these old SGI machines that belong to a contract that's ending, and I start one of the O2s up. Hey, look, unlike every other fucking SGI on the planet, the O2 does not fall back to a serial console in the event that there are no input peripherals plugged in!

Goddamnit, I KNOW this is something that was foisted on engineering by some clueless fucking management weenie. The thought process went something like "Hey, it's got keyboard and mouse inputs and a VGA connector on it, why does it need a serial console? It doesn't!" Of course, this totally assumes that people like me don't do things like drag the chassis into our office, throw a null modem cable on the serial port, plug in a power connector, and plug in an ethernet cable and build them over the network. Every other SGI product up to the latest and greatest Fuel and Tezro models all do this, and all that came before from the Personal Iris on up to the Indy and Indigo2 do this. The O2's sibling, the Octane, also does this. But no, some clueless fucking dickhead, who was apparently barred from ever being allowed to influence design decisions at SGI ever again, decided that the O2 should be different.

I don't fucking have room for another goddamned monitor, mouse, and keyboard on my desk, and even if I did, I can sure as fuck think of far better things to do with the space.

So, who ever you are, under what ever rock you are currently hiding, when I find you, I am going to kick your ass so goddamned thoroughly that you'll twitch at the very idea of ever making a decision overriding normal engineering practices ever again. I hate you, and you deserve to die.

Contents: Random 23% RDA

So, I'm wiping the drives on these old SGI machines that belong to a contract that's ending, and I start one of the O2s up. Hey, look, unlike every other fucking SGI on the planet, the O2 does not fall back to a serial console in the event that there are no input peripherals plugged in!

Goddamnit, I KNOW this is something that was foisted on engineering by some clueless fucking management weenie. The thought process went something like "Hey, it's got keyboard and mouse inputs and a VGA connector on it, why does it need a serial console? It doesn't!" Of course, this totally assumes that people like me don't do things like drag the chassis into our office, throw a null modem cable on the serial port, plug in a power connector, and plug in an ethernet cable and build them over the network. Every other SGI product up to the latest and greatest Fuel and Tezro models all do this, and all that came before from the Personal Iris on up to the Indy and Indigo2 do this. The O2's sibling, the Octane, also does this. But no, some clueless fucking dickhead, who was apparently barred from ever being allowed to influence design decisions at SGI ever again, decided that the O2 should be different.

I don't fucking have room for another goddamned monitor, mouse, and keyboard on my desk, and even if I did, I can sure as fuck think of far better things to do with the space.

So, who ever you are, under what ever rock you are currently hiding, when I find you, I am going to kick your ass so goddamned thoroughly that you'll twitch at the very idea of ever making a decision overriding normal engineering practices ever again. I hate you, and you deserve to die.

Bodies.

Having a body is a huge pain. Damn thing is always complaining about something.

"Hello, I'm your Right Hamstring, and I'm REALLY not happy right now, so try and not use me, 'kay?"

"This is your stomach, you're not gonna wanna rely on me to hold much, so careful what you eat."

"Hey, asshole, these are your upper thighs calling, enough with the low stances already!"

"Dude, this is like, your big toe and stuff...remember when you like, jammed me in that sparring match a couple of weeks ago? You do? Cool. Here's a reminder anyway, cause like, I'm into sharing my stash..."

The body can shut up and quit complaining. Whether it likes it or not, it's approaching 60lbs down from the pinnacle of fatness, and that comes with a price.

Bodies.

Having a body is a huge pain. Damn thing is always complaining about something.

"Hello, I'm your Right Hamstring, and I'm REALLY not happy right now, so try and not use me, 'kay?"

"This is your stomach, you're not gonna wanna rely on me to hold much, so careful what you eat."

"Hey, asshole, these are your upper thighs calling, enough with the low stances already!"

"Dude, this is like, your big toe and stuff...remember when you like, jammed me in that sparring match a couple of weeks ago? You do? Cool. Here's a reminder anyway, cause like, I'm into sharing my stash..."

The body can shut up and quit complaining. Whether it likes it or not, it's approaching 60lbs down from the pinnacle of fatness, and that comes with a price.

Bodies.

Having a body is a huge pain. Damn thing is always complaining about something.

"Hello, I'm your Right Hamstring, and I'm REALLY not happy right now, so try and not use me, 'kay?"

"This is your stomach, you're not gonna wanna rely on me to hold much, so careful what you eat."

"Hey, asshole, these are your upper thighs calling, enough with the low stances already!"

"Dude, this is like, your big toe and stuff...remember when you like, jammed me in that sparring match a couple of weeks ago? You do? Cool. Here's a reminder anyway, cause like, I'm into sharing my stash..."

The body can shut up and quit complaining. Whether it likes it or not, it's approaching 60lbs down from the pinnacle of fatness, and that comes with a price.