July 2002

July 08, 2002

Mouse Balls

Gasp! Phil blogs! It's been a busy (and hot) almost two weeks since I blogged. I may recap these days but for now some office humor via Charles from work.

INSTRUCTIONS ON REPLACING MOUSE BALLS

I don't know how they wrote this with a straight face. This apparently was a real memo sent at a computer company to its employees in all seriousness. This memo is from an unnamed computer company. It went to all field engineers about a computer peripheral problem. The author of this memo was quite serious. The engineers rolled on the floor! (Especially note last sentence).

Mouse balls are now available as FRU (Field Replacement Unit). Therefore, if a mouse fails to operate or should it perform erratically, it may need a ball replacement.

Because of the delicate nature of this procedure, replacement of mouse balls should only be attempted by properly trained personnel. Before proceeding, determine the type of mouse balls by examining the underside of the mouse. Domestic balls will be larger and harder than foreign balls. Ball removal procedures differ depending upon the manufacture of the mouse. Foreign balls can be replaced using the pop-off method. Domestic balls are replaced by using the twist-off method.

Mouse balls are not usually static-sensitive. However, excessive handling can result in sudden discharge. Upon completion of ball replacement, the mouse may be used immediately. It is recommended that each replacer have a pair of spare balls for maintaining optimum customer satisfaction.

Any customer missing his balls should contact the local personnel in charge.

Ya never know, this may come in handy some day.

Posted by Phil at 11:12 PM | Comments (0)

July 09, 2002

Coaster

A Zip disk case makes a perfect coaster.

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Vanessa Carlton

I don't like much mainstream music these days. Most of the pop music they play on the mainstream radio stations -- owned and controlled by huge nation-wide broadcasting companies -- is crap. The way radio stations are operated these days sickens me. None of them have any character, you can go from town to town and they're all owned by one company -- no individuality. I tend to listen to the college stations these days. Their sound is fresh, unique -- and it allows me to expand my music-listening horizons and hear some of the music I like that the pop stations don't play. Anyway, when I first heard Vanessa Carlton's single "A Thousand Miles" from her debut album Be Not Nobody, I really liked the piano part. The lyric was nice, too, but it was the piano that caught my ear. So I genuinely liked the song. After discovering that she wrote both the music and lyric herself (for this song and most of the album) and it's her playing the piano at the ripe, young age of 21, I had much more appreciation for the song and Vanessa as an artist. She said in an interview:

I had always loved to sing growing up, but I never thought of myself as a singer until I sang my lyrics. I put my voice and piano together and I couldn't imagine it any other way.

I wouldn't want to hear the song any other way. When you're scanning through all of the crap-pop that's on the radio, stop the dial here. It's a good listen.

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July 17, 2002

Laugh

Tonight was movie night at the Kirby. I saw The Triumph of Love; it was quite funny. But there was a man sitting a few rows back that had the most obnoxious laugh. And the worst part was that he laughed at a lot of not-so-funny things. Ugh. There's nothing worse than an annoying laugh. I don't think I can be friends with someone if their laugh is annoying. I love to laugh and make others laugh, but if doing so resulted in their expelling such an annoying sound rooting deep in their vocal cords, I'd have to shoot them -- in thier vocal cords, of course. Or I could just try not to be funny. I'm usually not funny anyway.

I'll blog about my trip to Long Beach Island soon. The pictures will take a little longer.

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July 21, 2002

Note to Self

Remember to write. For those who are reading, stay tuned on Sunday. I have much to write about: LBI, Muddy Volleyball, a taste of Thai, and Road to Perdition.

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LBI

Last weekend I went down to Long Beach Island for a little vacation with the family. I quickly remembered how much I love the beach - the sea mist, the sea breeze, the warm air, the hot sun, the waves, the sounds of the ocean. It also didn't hurt to have a house right on the beach. Hopefully one day I will have the money to own a beach house. Because waking up and seeing the ocean when I looked out the window was such a wonderful treat. Being able to get a bowl of cereal and walk ten steps from the door and be on the sand is priceless (I did that - Kashi Medley and fresh blueberries). Monday... it was the best of days. It was the worst of days... because we had to leave. It was beautiful there. Stay tuned for some photos.

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July 25, 2002

Mud Volleyball

All of my posts lately and some yet to be have been and will be about things that happened quite a few days before the posting. However, it's nice to have time to process things and then go back and reflect. I also have time to think about what I'll write. Now this one won't be very long but I just wanted to point that out. Now for the muddy blog...

Last Friday was our company picnic. It's a great bunch that I work with. The day was hot and sunny but the sky was a bit hazy. We had a few good hours for some horseshoeing, basketballing, and one round of volleyballing. We finished that round of volleyball and as we went for a drink break the sky opened up and down came buckets of rain. We sat around and drank and snacked for a while but we couldn't just sit there under the pavilion (what a blessing that was though!). How about some volleyball in the rain and muddy grass (or lack thereof)? It sounds a lot better when you've had a few drinks in you. So we proceeded to play a game in the pouring rain and mud, barefoot no less. We all decided to take off our shoes before going out to play. The mud, mostly soft and cushiony, feels nice on the bare feet, but not when you step on a sharp rock. Ouch!

>And so it goes. Things can be going smoothly, softly and once in a while you'll step on a rock, maybe get rained on. Our feet were dirty but our heads were clean. You may not always have an umbrella so be prepared to soak it up and then put on a dry shirt later. That's what we did -- we all put our green ones on. For the remainder of the afternoon, everyone else knew who was playing volleyball in the rain and mud.

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July 30, 2002

Sick of Dialup

I was so excited on Friday to see on our cable bill

CABLE INTERNET SERVICE NOW AVAILABLE IN HANOVER TOWNSHIP

Dialup internet access, which I've had to deal with since I came home for the summer, just doesn't cut it. I called Service Electric today to find out how much it was and when we could get it installed only to learn that, while they tried to turn on the service over the weekend, they blew out some circuits and overestimated their capabilities, it won't be available for at least another month. Just in time for me to be back in Rochester where we have RoadRunner. Grr.

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Breaking the Seal

No, it's not what you're thinking. I'm talking about those stupid plastic stickers on CDs and DVDs that seal them closed and are such a pain to remove. I thought I had a little trick that worked, but no -- most of the time it doesn't all come off in one shot despite my attempt to do so. I got 2 DVDs and 2 CDs today and it's so frustrating... the little pieces of plastic, gooey remnants of glue. And I can have none of that! I'm a little obsessive in that I like to have no trace of that stupid sticker; my cases must be completely clean and neat. It pisses me off that it take so much effort to get it right. If someone knows the secret, please fill me in. My sanity depends on it.

Posted by Phil at 10:13 PM | Comments (0)