For the first time ever, I got started on holiday presents early this year- well, with Jenny’s presents at least.
A friend of mine had pointed out a good while back that he found a drawing tablet on Monoprice that had excellent reviews, and pissed all over Wacom and their ass-raping prices. Seeing as I’ve lost track of how many nights I’ve gone to bed at 1 in the morning, with Jenny still trying to crank out her next page of Zombie Killers, I’ve kept this tablet in the back of my mind, waiting for the perfect time to give her a gift.
About 4 years ago, Justin and I said to each other in perfect unison, “Hey cunt, wanna learn to scuba dive?” “Yes.”
I then almost immediately moved out to California, leaving Justin to get certified on his own a few months later. Jenny’s into scuba diving as well. She’s been certified since she was 13, and had her father as a diving buddy. With my inheriting Ray’s gear, and Justin coming out next September for a wedding, it seemed like the perfect time for me to get off my ass and into the ocean.
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. Continue reading Now I am become Troll, destroyer of cults.→
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!
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.