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!)

I was sitting on my deck last night when I heard the sound of screeching tires followed by an odd “woomp” sound.

It came from the corner next to the grade school about a block away from my house. I could see kids running and decided to hobble down and take a look myself. I had fears of someone hitting one of the many kids that tend to collect there after school, playing on the playground equipment.

What I saw when I got there was a motorcycle lying in the street.

I immediately called 911 but they had already gotten the call, which was a good thing, because the rider (who was also in the middle of the street) looked like he was in a great deal of pain.

Apparently, there was a truck hauling a boat who had slowed to make a left hand turn. The motorcycle was several cars back, and not seeing the turn signal on the boat decided to punch it and pass all the vehicles (must have been in a hurry).

“Woomp” is the sound a motorcycle makes when it slams into the side of a 20′ boat.

The rider was pretty messed up, broken ankle, compound fractures in his lower and upper leg, but he’ll live. Hopefully, he’s learned something.

I had an appointment with the neurosurgeon this morning.

They showed me some lovely images of my MRI (still trying to figure out a way to get a soft copy to post on the website) and explained exactly what I toasted in my back.

The surgery is tentatively scheduled for May 14th (which is good, because i’m the best man at a wedding on the 10th).

Apparently, everything will be done arthroscopicly, and they don’t’ need to fuse any of the vertebra together, meaning I should be back on my feet in a week.

This is good news!