I was up till just after midnight working on that damn computer.

Well… that’s when my stomach decided to empty itself… violently (damn medications!). I figured that might be a good time to stop and go to bed… after I brush my teeth and rinse my mouth with some mouthwash (spicy Chex Mix is still hot when it comes back up!).

I got back to work on it around 7 am this morning, and feeling fresh and rejuvenated (or not), I actually started making progress. I replaced all the cables, removed the shit teflon tape between the heat sink and processor and replaced it with Artic Silver, got Windows reinstalled and working, Office going, the AV program, etc. It all looked good. He came by at 9 and took it up to his office.

45 minutes later, the phone calls started again.

More registry dumps, BSOD’s, etc. I’m not sure whats wrong, but I have a sneaking suspicion that it all stared when his cooling fan for his proccessor died (of course, he didn’t realize it and kept working… Lord knows how long that went on). I’m fairly sure it’s fried.

I think I’ve convinced him to buy a laptop (found one for cheap over at CompUSA. Hopefully he takes that advice (his old machine is just that… old! K6-2 400).

Now if I could only get the contractor at work to quit calling me, life would be perfect.

Oh… and I forgot to mention yesterday that it was our 13th wedding aniversary. I’d do it all again!

I went to work this morning to tie up the lose ends: shifting my tasks that are soon due to other people and setting up my email/voicemail to reflect that I’ll be out of the office.

Of course, since people know I’m at home, and that I know a thing or two about computers, my damn phone has been ringing off the hook.

If you have any computer knowledge at all, heed my advice: deny it!

There are people out there who think that since you know something, it’s their right to call you and pester you with any computer problem, day or night. And no matter how crappy you may feel, you will help them… or you’re a bastard (it’s kinda like owning your own server).

So… I’ve gotten 10 calls so far from a friend who was attempting to install a burner in his computer. We’ve gone from simple “where do I plug this in” questions to some serious registry problems.

*sigh*

I think I’ll take some more Vicodin and turn off my phone.

Bored? Try Wacky Crazy Happy Fun Land (wich is actually rather lame, but the title captured my attention).

My boss and I had a talk on Friday.

It was decided that it might be in my best interest to use up my sick leave and not come to work until after the surgery, as I was operating in one of 2 modes: so drugged up that I couldn’t function or in so much pain that the end result was the same.

So… I’ll be lounging around the house in my underwear and a dirty t-shirt for the next few weeks, watching daytime TV and taking my meds (which should make daytime TV much more interesting).

Hopefully I won’t be out more than a week or so after the surgery. I’ll probobly go crazy sitting around the house.

Link of the day: StickDeath (Because you can never have enough stickdeath!)

My email address has been inundated with incredible offers lately.

“Grow your penis to horrific size”, “Steal Cable TV”, and “XXX HOT HOT TEEN SLUTS” have become the mainstay (up to 50 per day… some multiple times).

Now I’m pretty damn sure I never actually requested any of that nonsense, but they don’t seem to believe my sincerity when I “unsubscribe” from that crap (I believe that just flags the account as active and they hit it harder).

So… I’ve killed off the pimpdaddy@whitewomanblackdog.com email address.

If you would like to email me, theres a lovely link on the lower right that goes to my hotmail account, or your can send it to bio at whitewomanblackdog.com (remove the “at” and replace with @… take that, you email address harvesting bastard bots!). Oh.. and if you’re looking to update your joke mailing list with the new address… DONT! (Hi dad!).

In non-related news, we’re doing a DVT test here at work (aka: the Toné Show).

What that means is I work incredibly long and stressful days, making sure that our system here and mirror and work as a disaster recovery system for a utility in Pittsburgh. In the case of an actuall disaster out there (and it’s happened), I’m the guy to calculates how much power you’ve used so the utility can send you a bill. Pretty exciting stuff (or not).

Link of the day: Rocket Team vatsaas (thanks Ray!)