Robodog... wtf, man.

So, I read a few LJ communities, among them, one called customers_suck.

Over the past week the below have been posted:

http://www.livejournal.com/community/customers_suck/10007117.html
http://www.livejournal.com/community/customers_suck/10078942.html
http://www.livejournal.com/community/customers_suck/10118263.html

And I quote, from the second one:

You turned off my DOG! DO YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE?!??!!!!!

Seriously. I boggle at describing the insanity that must have been created in this poor fellow's mind.

assuming magic

Much of my job rotates around (sits and spins on) getting someone else's god-blessed software to work with my god-blessed system. I don't program, myself. ( I make other people's programs work. )

I love my job. My job just wants me to go crazy like hephalumps and woozles.

Proof that all it takes is the right frame of mind...

Was listening to music, vaguely unfulfilled by it, feeling like I was just hearing a bunch of noise...

Then I listened to some awesome electric guitar riffs, and a young man telling me how he stood next to a mountain and chopped it down with the edge of his hand.

I never liked Jimi, before, but he was just what I needed of the moment.

mmm...

Thanks, Will. Your fault.