geekgurls, if you luvs your geekbois, and want to do a little dress-up for him, check this out.
(possibly NSFW – no nudity, but very suggestive all the same.)
February 12, 2009
February 11, 2009
yea, verily, i say unto thee – “THIS!”
I don’t think I really need to say anything else here.
EDIT: Apparently, I do. Because some people don’t Get It.
I’m sorry if you don’t understand it, and actually feel sorry for you because you lack the capacity to look beyond yourself and the things YOU cherish, and embrace the universe that is. I’m sorry you can’t stomach that *gasp* Calvin could mature – though, really, it’s Calvin… he was already pretty damned mature for a six-year-old.
Nothing is static in this life. Sacred cows make the best hamburgers. All things grow, and change, and we adults are supposed to pass on the important lessons we’ve learned to our progeny, in order to help them do even better than we did.
I didn’t create this image… but I wish I had. Because it depicts, in metaphor, something that I’ve done literally with my own daughter. I gave her my own stuffed tiger and watched as it came to life for her, just as it had for me. I hope, in due course, she will pass the torch to her kids.
I taught her to read using Calvin and Hobbes. She’s learned to think critically and creatively because of C&H. We’ve made the Snowmen of Horrors (though, we’re in Florida, so they’re really Sandmen of Horrors). Great epic battles have taken place with dinosaurs flying fighter jets, and Spaceman Spiff has met his match in a blonde-and-blue pixie who takes great delight in teasing him for his taste in spacesuits.
Within the pages of the many books of collected strips, I’ve shown her important life lessons – including the one that most people miss: Of all the assets you have in this life, your imagination is the only thing without limits. Well… some people’s imaginations, at any rate.
And, my favorite lesson is one she pointed out to me: If someone DOES try to limit you, they do so at their own peril, for a tiger’s vengeance is legendary.
So… don’t limit those of us who want to give our children the best of what we’ve had ourselves. There’s plenty of us who DO like the image and what it represents. If you don’t like the image, move on.
There’s a great big Internet out there.
Let’s go exploring.
January 29, 2009
It has begun!
Caution! Zombies Ahead!
Be on the lookout, folks! The uprising has begun!
November 11, 2008
gimme a ‘c’… a bouncy ‘c’…
Two words. First word, seven letters, sounds like ‘luster’. Second word, four letters, sounds like ‘firetruck’.
It’s one of Those Days here at the Fun Factory. There’s a push to deploy out onto the factory floor about 15 thin clients with keyboard, monitor, mouse and network, as well as roughly 20 very twitchy, slightly bitchy networked Zebra label printers.
Oh yeah, and they want about 30 barcode-scanning handhelds. That interface to the network wirelessly. And talk to our MRP system so all of the suits can have a “no sparrow shall fall” picture of where every single order, part, widget and sheet-metal screw are from the comfort of their own asses.
And, of course, they want it all in place Now. Preferably Yesterday, but they’ll take Now. When they originally came up with this brilliant frakkin’ idea, of course they asked me for a timetable for getting this done in a realistic fashion. And I gave them one. Which they promptly and summarily ignored.
Oh… did I mention that all these places they want these things have neither power nor network drops anywhere nearby?
And I suppose I should add that we don’t have the spare server capacity to serve that number of thin clients – which have a much heavier processing requirement than your basic PC, since the server has to do ALL of the thinking for them?
But, of course… I will get it done. I am that awesome. I am Scotty and Kaylee and Meredith Rodney McKay and Edison and Tesla. I will not be beaten by this petty of a problem.
“I told you once, you son of a bitch, I’m the best that’s ever been.”
Just don’t expect me to be gorram civil to anyone in the near future.