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Back Among the Living
12 years ago
I am ALIVE! I look back on yesterday and it kind of feels like I was a zombie for a day. I know too many people who regularly do that to themselves so perhaps there's no point in describing what it was like any further.
And now I'm just sore all over, but especially my hands. It's so odd, I never get sore hands. The hands never do the real work. The closest I get is my regular sore right wrist from bowling. But now the muscles for each of my fingers are even sore.
The grunt work in gophering is usually not in the gripping of things. The stuff I had to deal with yesterday was still boxed, so sometimes all I could do was grip the sides.
It's actually screwing up my typing, my fingers are a little clumsy today.
And now I'm just sore all over, but especially my hands. It's so odd, I never get sore hands. The hands never do the real work. The closest I get is my regular sore right wrist from bowling. But now the muscles for each of my fingers are even sore.
The grunt work in gophering is usually not in the gripping of things. The stuff I had to deal with yesterday was still boxed, so sometimes all I could do was grip the sides.
It's actually screwing up my typing, my fingers are a little clumsy today.
I think it's the side of me that's too literal. I felt the need to point out that it's both hands, and then that seems like I'm implying something that I'm not, and... Actually it's surprisingly close to what I get after bowling, except in both hands, with the muscles for each finger being individually sore as well as the wrist.
It was a short but intense gopher stint, I tellya. I'm used to gophering over a prolonged stretch, with plenty of rest breaks when either everyone is just taking a break or we're waiting on something or whatever. This time was brutal. Shift a box with four pieces of grid in it, shift another, shift another, shift another, and just when all my muscles were screaming for mercy, walk over to the truck and load up the cart with a bunch more of the heavy bastards.
The only reprieve was when the truck went out to bring back a second pallet full of the things.
Actually the really suggestive muscles were the muscles in the back of my legs. I don't know my muscle biology, I have no idea what the things are called, but they're used in certain.. activities... that I feel like I shouldn't be explicit about because journals can't be rated so far as I know so I assume they should be kept a little more on the clean side. But yet, sitting down at my computer chair the next day and feeling them relay certain intense sensations to my brain reminded me of the aftermath of that certain activity. I guess it means I was lifting with my legs like you're supposed to, so hooray for me.
Incidentally, now I've got images of proper British dinosaurs, perhaps wearing pith helmets, digging up your basement and excitedly discussing the function of the relics they had discovered.
"I say, Sir Reginald, I seem to have discovered something. Why I do believe this is an early twenty first century pornography storage and distribution box."
"No, no dear boy, I believe you are mistaken. Judging by the name plate, I believe that this dates back to when these devices were used for business and educational purposes. Before their biological mating drives lead them to utilize the networks to fulfill their more prurient needs."
I would try to figure out what sort of "activities" that you're referring to here, but I think that my poor virgin brain would lose it's innocence if I did! So because of that I think that I am just going to wipe what you wrote there from my mind and move along...
These will be the sorts of things that I'll eventually learn when Twilight Sparkle writes a letter about it to Princess Celestia. That's how I learn about all of life's little intricacies! Hmm. Maybe this particular topic will be discussed in season 4, which starts in a couple of weeks!
Incidentally, now I've got images of proper British dinosaurs, perhaps wearing pith helmets, digging up your basement and excitedly discussing the function of the relics they had discovered.
'I say, Sir Reginald, I seem to have discovered something. Why I do believe this is an early twenty first century pornography storage and distribution box.'
'No, no dear boy, I believe you are mistaken. Judging by the name plate, I believe that this dates back to when these devices were used for business and educational purposes. Before their biological mating drives lead them to utilize the networks to fulfill their more prurient needs.'
First of all, computers were just about always used to fulfill our "more prurient needs." If you don't believe me, here is some ASCII-art porn that used to be prevalent on everything from Mainframes with teletypes to BBS's from the 60's through to the 80's:
http://www.textfiles.com/art/angela.art
http://www.textfiles.com/art/calgirl.art
http://www.textfiles.com/art/holly.art
http://www.textfiles.com/art/ingrid.art
http://www.textfiles.com/art/kathy.art
http://www.textfiles.com/art/pinup2.txt
http://www.textfiles.com/art/susan.art
Yeah, letters, colons, and dollar signs never looked so good!
In any case, any Victorian-era sentient dinosaur archeologists would be terribly disappointed if they ever accidentally stumbled across my Compaq Proliant 1600R. That thing is quite easily the worst computer purchase that I ever made in my life, and that's coming from a guy who owns an entire war-fleet of about 150 various computing machines. It weighs at least one or two imperial fucktons, it's made of steel that's so thick that even I could jump up and down on it and not do a thing to it (if our military Humvees were covered with Proliant 1600R's no I.E.D.'s could touch them), and it's firmware is compatible with just about nothing except its own Compaq-branded components. In addition to that, I sunk well over $200 worth of new parts into the beast just to make the stupid thing usable, and then after all of that it only worked for a couple of years or so before it developed a horrific circuit-breaker-box-tripping short-circuit in at least one of its triple-redundant power supplies. I *did* actually buy a set of three replacement power supplies for the thing so that I could have swapped out all three if need be, but I haven't even bothered to try them. I just don't want to enable this abusive piece of hardware's behavior anymore-- this particular machine has caused me so much pain and suffering that I hesitate to allow it to hurt me any more than it already has! The only thing that this massive beige-colored monstrosity would be good for with our future Suarian overlords is as something to crush the last vestiges of the human spirit with. Or as catapult ammo. One of those things.