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New monitor for my desk. Got the 21″ SUN clunker offa my desktop. So here’s the new goods.

So yeah, the new video card is pretty.  It’s nice to know that I’m finally at the point where my video card isn’t the bottleneck, it’s the CPU.

My god is it gorgeous.  A full 1920×1200 resolution 24″ LCD screen.  It’s just *amazing* to play Half Life 2 on.  And I love the desktop real estate I get.  So yeah.  No complaints at all.

My desktop just levelled up.

So, if you’ve got a chunk of change lying around and you’re looking for a new monitor, seriously go check out the gateway 24″ LCD widescreen.  It’s totally rad.  You get a DVI, VGA, S-Video, 2 Component and a Composite input, which is more inputs than most HDTV’s come with.  And yes, that’s 1080i folks.

Yup. It came in today.

And it’s pissing me off. It’s sitting on my desk at work, instead of in my computer at home. How is that right? And if this doesn’t work, I’m going to have all kinds of shit fits everywhere.

Anyways, I was looking at the “Powered By BFG” stickers that came with it and a thought occured to me.

I need a “Powered By $” sticker for work, or some sort of t-shirt or polo. I would totally wear the Polo to work.

After taking Friday off, I’ve got 48 hours of vacation time left to use by April 18th. That means some time next month I’m going to need to take an entire week off.

A whole week. A whole week of not working. I mean, that’s like 9 days of not rebooting any servers, listening to some developer bitch about some new problem they injected into the servers that I have to diagnose, or trying to make sense of the clusterfuck that is our multiple apache configurations. No NetApp calls. Nothing.

I don’t think I can do it.

I mean yeah, I could stand to take a week off. It would be nice to really decompress instead of just faking it over the weekend.

I could go shooting. A lot. If the bars that I liked were open that early, I could drink. A lot.

I basically just learned how to not work on the weekends.

In any case, we finally moved to the new office a couple weeks ago. It sucks.

Well, the building is actually pretty cool, and our Dev server room is almost 3 times as large as our old one. But we’ve got these horrible half-height 6×6 cubicles with absolutely no storage for all my books/software/pr0n. But we’ve got a cable closet! and it’s still almost pristine! I’ve also got a penguin candle, my linux staff (a foam pool tube with a plush penguin at the top), and a squeezy penguin for stress relief. The two smaller penguins have taken to mysteriously dissapearing from the edge of my cube and ending up at a certain desk in the Member Services area.

This certain person, we’ll call him Steve, has been warned that it’s a bad idea to piss off someone with all kinds of access to all kinds of systems. The Dev manager gave a quick rundown that he found out that I retalliate in the extreme. When asked what I did, he said “He locked me out of the building,” and I said, “On both of his cards.” Steve scoffed at this and said that he wasn’t scared, and helped my penguins to dissapear again.

I set Steve’s connection to 10mb Half duplex for about 5 minutes. No penguins. So I disabled his port. Soon after, Steve comes over to Cubed Mission Control to inform us that he had, quite suddenly, lost internet connectivity. I looked at him, and then looked at the lonely edge that awaited the return of the penguins.

Just before I had to spell it out for him in crayon, he walks off and returns with my missing penguins. Magically his internet works again, and all is well. Steve and I had a talk about how he felt about losing his internet connection. I relate to him how lucky he is that I stopped there, and then recite the tale of Dev Manager vs. Angry Unix Admin.

It still didn’t get through, and he made mention that he could crack into my desktop and laptop. I let him know that I didn’t have to crack into his desktop because I already had access. He said he really wouldn’t get into my machines because he had ethics. I let him know that I had no such qualms.

My penguins remain.