Now I am become Troll, destroyer of cults.
Those close enough to me that I trust have known for a while now that I've spent most of my time since moving to California living two lives. In one life, I'm a desktop and server administrator for a respectable IT outsourcing company. I have a social security number, I pay my taxes, and I help my land lady carry out her garbage.
The other life is lived in computers where I go by the hacker on steroids alias Anonymous, and am guilty of virtually every troll they have a meme for.
I sure hope Customer Support enjoys my emails…
I placed an order with ThinkGeek the other day. For a few years, I've had this kickass super dark blue glass that says "geek." on it. It looks like the glass is black unless you hold it up to a light, and then you can just barely tell it's actually translucent. I decided I wanted a matching one, and placed the order.
The following is my back and fourth conversation with Customer Service. I thought it was too good not to share, so here you are!
Geek + Fireworks = Awesome as hell. (Part 2)
With the enclosure completed, it was time to wire the bitch up.
It's been a good 8 years since I've really designed a circuit, and despite this one being fairly simplistic, there's a lot I've forgotten since high school. Especially when it comes to dealing with resistance and current.
Geek + Fireworks = Awesome as hell. (Part 1)
Last year, Justin and I bought an electronic firework launcher for our annual Fourth of July festivities. The thing absolutely sucked. It was slow and error-prone to set up, and even when it was connected properly rarely lit the fuse. We ended up manually lighting pretty much everything, it was so bad. That night, while we were setting one off, we decided to build our own damned ignition box.
Just under a year later, we realized that we still hadn't started on the box, and quickly started brainstorming ideas.
Voilà! Teh Funnies!
My brother, two friends and I play World of Warcraft together on Monday nights. We're all in a guild named RoshuTastic, which was created to profess the love for my brother's main character, Roshu. Roshu is in an actual raiding guild, however, and not in the Roshu-humping one. Now I shall regale you with the retelling of of this past Monday night.


