Today I have... Thread.

Last night at work I glanced into the IT skip and found a perfectly functional Windows 98 gaming PC with a voodoo card installed in it fucking Instagram posed atop a rotting pile of old Dells, this thing is crispy as fuck, nice hardware and besides a corrupted Win98SE install seems to be working perfectly. I have been after one of these machines for ages. A decent PC of that era is surprisingly hard to find in the UK as all the new wave retro collectors are arbitrarily driving the price up on machines they'll buy and never understand well enough to use. Now I'm not the sort of person who believes that some higher power occasionally just hands out free shit to good people but the perfection of the thing and the way it was posed perfectly so I could see the Intel logo on it made it look as if somebody up there had gone: "Laz's been good lately and he really wants to play Heretic" *ZZZAAAAAAAAP*

EDIT: Having tested the machine it really is a gift. The main board is perfect and runs brilliantly. Windows 98SE installed with no dramas and I didn't have any trouble finding drivers for the on board hardware. I happened to have a suitable sound card to install and now it runs and sounds great. I did drop £9.00 on an ATI Rage128 32mb because the 8mb SIS card isn't great but £9.00 and a bit of patience to acquire what 16 year old Pewdiepie fanboys are buying for hundreds makes me feel a smug fucker.
 
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Today I WAS going to get a new TV, but UPS changed the delivery to Monday. Now I have to make some phone calls to see about why this is.

Amazon said it would come on the 1st, UPS said Monday, and than it arrived half a hour after I called and asked about it, and they gave me a refund on shipping.
 
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started writing for a big event for boy scouts and will likely be continuing throughout several weeks. Also now dreading taking three college courses with homework alongside this, scouts, personal life stuff and other things
 
I work as an undergrad research assistant, and today I somehow cut myself on my right index finger. It was one of those cuts you don't realize you have until you look down and see a small puddle of blood. I ended up bleeding all over some important papers, my pants, my new phone, and left this lovely trail of blood splatters on the floor of the hallway until I made it down to the lab and the first aid kit.

I'm not joking, it was a shallow cut about a quarter of an inch long, but I might as well have slashed open my jugular. That's how much blood there was.

I just changed the bandages, and it's still bleeding like a motherfucker five hours later. How long should I wait for it to clot before I go to the hospital?
 
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I work as an undergrad research assistant, and today I somehow cut myself on my right index finger. It was one of those cuts you don't realize you have until you look down and see a small puddle of blood. I ended up bleeding all over some important papers, my pants, my new phone, and left this lovely trail of blood splatters on the floor of the hallway until I made it down to the lab and the first aid kit.

I'm not joking, it was a shallow cut about a quarter of an inch long, but I might as well have slashed open my jugular. That's how much blood there was.

I just changed the bandages, and it's still bleeding like a motherfucker five hours later. How long should I wait for it to clot before I go to the hospital?
Superglue it shut and stop being a pussy. This is not sarcastic advice, superglue is hot shit for fixing finger leaks.
 
Ran around the woods at 6am taking pictures of flora and fauna that caught my eye, throwing bugs that landed on me into spiderwebs, then slept until 3am and started another cutsey Cryptid sculpture just now.

I made several friends, but this is the biggest and most photogenic.
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I did some more purging today, somehow I still have a dusty-ass box full of old stuffed animals that managed to last our previous move over nine years ago. Most of those will also make their way to the local Goodwill, although there was one thing in there worth at least $90 that I might end up selling.
 
I did some more purging today, somehow I still have a dusty-ass box full of old stuffed animals that managed to last our previous move over nine years ago. Most of those will also make their way to the local Goodwill, although there was one thing in there worth at least $90 that I might end up selling.
Are there any horse/pony/unicorn ones in there? Just asking cause curious, shipping would've been a killer.
 
Today at the wildlife center I witnessed a strange congregation around a pile of spilled seeds outside. There were about 7 wild squirrels and 10 pigeons all packed together eating away and perfectly fine with the fact that they were very different animals.
Also while engaged in the delightful task of cleaning poop out of opossum enclosures I discovered that one of the carriers that was supposed to contain four babies was empty. (The enclosures are wood structures about the size of a closet, and we have cat carriers with blankies in them where the opossums can hide.) I did see that the wool blanket had been dragged out of the carrier and was stuck behind a small log by the wall. Lo and behold there were four little pink noses poking out from behind the log. Cuteness!
 
Yesterday, I replaced my old, partially-broken color printer with one on sale 50% off. Of course, the salesperson wanted to up-sell me an extended warranty and a monthly ink subscription to make up for that; I declined both.
 
Yesterday, I replaced my old, partially-broken color printer with one on sale 50% off. Of course, the salesperson wanted to up-sell me an extended warranty and a monthly ink subscription to make up for that; I declined both.
They always guilt you there. I usually ignore that as well but at times I do keep thinking if I really need it in the long run (at least a warranty)?
 
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Today, I experienced a reuinion with my biological father. I've not seen him in almost ten years. Had a marvellous catch-up and am incredibly lucky; due to his old pilot contacts, next week I get to fly with an old pro (helped teach Prince Charles to fly, has flown the Sultan of Brunei and was responsible for flying an Avro Vulcan loaded with a nuke back in the day...)

Guess who's taking control and having a go at aerobatics in a Chipmunk next week! And next time, I'll be allowed to fly a short round-trip myself (with his help, of course!)

I've also been informed that I'll be filmed from both inside the cockpit while performing some rolls and loops, also from the ground with a nice view of take-off.

The real kicker? The actual Vulcan he flew will be at the base so I get a personal tour and some photo ops both inside and out.

Why the fuck did I wait ten years?!?
 
Put in a walk-off notice at a job that's been affecting my health and exacerbating my benign essential tremors to the point I drop shit all the time. Doesn't matter if it's plastic or glass- I'll drop it, it never fails.

Co-workers were beginning to be cunts about everything anyway; one agreed to work for me tonight and I for her on Sunday, I just got a call saying I should have been there tonight. I work all weekend alone and now it'll be someone else's responsibility with my sudden departure. :evil:
 
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It's great. We're cleaning out a research lab of some ancient professor who finally retired. He horded everything, and apparently had inherited a bunch of stuff from his predecessor as well. The place is packed to the brim with old science equipment dating as far back as the late 1950s, a lot of it unopened and in great condition. Most of it it isn't worth anything, but it's still a kick just to see the stuff.

Coolest thing I've come across so far is a stack of 90s ThinkPads.
 
Found out I must do training at Montana site. Customer gets new equipment installed and field person was not allowed to give training because per the customer "I can't understand his English and I want a fucking American to give the training".

My coworker there was from Panama. The only thing he can speak is fucking English and it is much better than mine.

But customer pisses off boss so my boss sends me to do training since I am US citizen to be a dick.

My boss also asks that I do training in Spanish...which to be honest, my accent is much less in Spanish....so why not?
 
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