Random Emails and PIXELS for Sale!

I get this random email.

Our number is 0106109. H

What am I supposed to do with this? I replied and said

And what number would that be?

I haven’t heard back yet, but I will keep you updated!
In other news, I finally got my million dollar idea for a website up and running! It’s ranked no 4 in google if you search for kiwi pixels!

www.onemillionkiwipixels.co.nz is a little project I have been working on on the side to supplement my income. I seriously need to make a plan about getting myself some place to stay instead of renting! I hope this works!

GO BUY A PIXEL!

My chair!

So I am on the phone, cool, calm, multitasking. On the other end of the phone is a woman in Vanuatu having trouble right clicking. While doing this, I am analysing reports as to why my job tickets statistics look so bad. My jobs seem to all be out of the SLA time! At the same time, I am processing orders!

All of a sudden, I was reaching across to my drawer to pull out my pen. Suddenly, I am flying! AAAAAH (in my mind I was yelling) THUD! On my side! My chair flew backwards and all the cubicle occupants were prairie dogging to see what happened.

So I quickly finish my conversation on the phone and I hangup. I dust myself off and stand up. 2 colleagues are byme now laughing ther butts off but trying to ask if I am okay. I am laughing too when the phone rings again! I answer and finish quickly (it was an IWAQ, I told him I’d call back) Then a just laughed and laughed!

I had a look at my chair and one of the wleds actually sheared off one of the legs and I bailed! Of course then came the are you hurt? we have to report this as a workplace accident blah blah. It took an hour for everything to calm down.

To be honest,  it was a fun interruption in an otherwise boring day.

Moral of the story, check YOUR chair!

IT LUNCH.

Aaaaah the IT Technician’s lunchtime. LUNCH is SACRED. IWAQs do not understand this.

I am having lunch at Burger King. Oh noes! an IWAQ from the office has spotted me! DUCK!! Ahhhh, hello, no I didn’t see you come in! What? no my back is sore, of course I wasn’t hiding behind the katsup, just stretching my back.

Sure, you can join my table, I am almost done though. Oh you wanna talk abou tyour HOME computer? Would I mind answering some arbitrary question? I listen blankly as you start explaining the symptoms, the cause of which could only be your ineptness with a keyboard and mouse. Yep, ID10T errors, everyone of them. Huh? yes, I was listening, um I think it’s your RAM but I would have to take a look to be certain. No, that was not an offer… oh you have it in your car… you brought it for me to take home…

Let me ask you something… You’re in accounting… could I bring my taxes over to you to sort? can you sort out my bills and look over this business plan for my cousin? Or can you help my niece with her math homework? oooohh so you don’t like to do accounting stuff in your spare time? You’re an accountant! you must love maths! You must want to do it all the time!

Why do I say that? Well you must think that because I am a computer techie, I must love broken computers! I fix them all day!

Why do I have lunch off the premises when there is a nice lunch room? Why do I purposely have lunch at 1 and sometimes 2? Why do I religeously read the newspaper during lunch? It is to avoid being annoyed by IWAQs!

LUNCH is SACRED! by all means feel free to have a chat, but not work related, please! An actual rage builds if I am halfway through a great sandwich and you start asking about your cheap unkown brand laptop that you bought off the internet for a bargain! My antisocial behaviour is designed to help you to leave me alone!

YAY SUMMER! All I can see is my shoes :(

Yay for summer! Yay for some warmth! yay for ice cream.

So I am parking off in the local burger joint with some work colleagues, solving the problems of the world, when in walks a 14 year old. Skirt so short it may as well be a belt, top so see through it may aswell be nothing.

Let me explain something. I am not one of those guys that will ogle girls or get excited by girls in skimpy clothes etc. Yeah it’s titillating, but I don’t want or invite that sort of thing. I have a wife and I want to do right by her. Let me continue.

I automatically dip my eyes and look at my shoes. The colleagues I am with are also admiring their shoes. Fast forward to the weekend, I am out shopping with the wife and in the mall, wall to wall are girls, young ones, wearing next to nothing. What is a guy like me supposed to do? I can tell you, my shoes never were examined so closely as that day.

Am I alone here? Is it just me or do girls have such low self esteem that they think the only way they can attract a male is to show off and exploit their most private and precious parts? What of the parents?

When I have a daughter I will share with her how important and worthwhile she is. When I have a son, I will share with him howspecial and sacred women are. If I don’t, please remind me. I do not want to mess this up.

My new hero!

This guy is my new hero! The original story is here

I am not sure how long it will be up so I copy pasted it here. It’s from the NZherald., a local newspaper. Happy reading!

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A 44-year-old man robbed and bashed by four teenagers was so angry that he chased them in his car and rammed their getaway vehicle – twice.

Following reports of damage to the victim’s car, readers have flooded the Herald with offers of help. However, the man has refused donations, asking that any money goes to a police cause instead.

The East Auckland man, who was yesterday nursing bruised ribs and a sore head, had just come out of New World Botany on Tuesday night when the teenagers approached him.

“I was going to my car and these guys came over and said, ‘Give me your keys, give me your wallet’.”

The man – who did not want to be identified for fear of retribution – ignored them and got into his Toyota.

But the youths dragged him out and attacked him, hitting him about the head.

“I put my hands around my face and had the keys in one hand and he [the main attacker] was just bang, bang, banging a hell of a lot of times.”

It was only when a passing motorist – who police are now keen to find – yelled out that he was going to call the police that the youths hesitated.

Their victim leaped from the car and fled.

“I ran about 20m and a second guy said to me, ‘Give us your keys and we’ll leave you alone’.

“The first guy who was banging me on the head was rummaging through my car to see if he could get any valuables.”

Taking their victim’s wallet and groceries, the teens fled in a stolen green Subaru.

The injured man returned to his own car but, fuelled by rage and the desire for the youths to be caught, he headed after them and smashed into their getaway vehicle.

“I didn’t want them to get away,” he said. “Once I hit the car, it stuttered a bit and then I drove away.”

The man headed for the nearest petrol station so he could ring the police, but came across the youths parked near another supermarket.

“They were parked up opposite Countdown, so I thought ‘right’ and then I just floored it and went in on the other side.”

The second impact left the car undriveable.

The youths ran off down a grass bank, and the man drove to a petrol station and called the police.

Yesterday, he said a “stubborn attitude in life” prevented him handing over the keys – although he didn’t expect to be attacked.

“I thought to myself after it, ‘You could have driven off for your own safety’, but then the police would never be able to find them.

“And I wanted them caught.”

The man is now left facing a bill for repairs to his car – which the insurance company won’t cover – but he still feels he did the right thing.

“It’s just not my nature to let these bastards get away with it.

“Those sort of people would do it again and again and again. They are going to steal all the time and take people’s wallets. I think they have got to be stopped right now.”

Detective Sergeant Eddie Sutherland said all four teenagers were quickly caught with the help of the police dog unit.

Four 16-year-olds are facing charges.

Donations

The Herald has been flooded by calls and feedback from the public wanting to help the man pay for repairs to his car.

This morning he told the Herald he was grateful to everyone who had offered to help and he was hoping to take up an offer from a North Shore company.

He said anyone else wanting to make a donation could put it towards a “police cause”.

“Thankyou very much. If they (still) want to make a donation they can make it to some police cause or something like that. The main thing that I would really be happy about is just to have my car back in a good order because that would please me and my wife.”

The man said the police had arrived within about two minutes of being called and did a great job of catching all four youths after they ran off.

Along with thanking them he also wanted to thank the member of the public who shouted out that he was going to call the police while the teens were bashing him about the head.

“The person that drove past has helped me in a big way by letting me escape their stranglehold on me.”
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It’s been a bad day, please don’t take a picture (R.E.M.)

Man what a day! I get in, press the fingerprint reader and settle down to sort my email.

BAM! IWAQ! Hey can you install application x on my machine? Well, you can actually do it yourself, did you get my email on how to do it? No? Oh okay I will send it to you again. IWAQ leaves.

BAM! IWAQ! Have you put the figures inot the spreadsheet!? Not yet. WHY? Because I am waiting on you to get your figures to me. Oh…. IWAQ leaves

BAM! large printer goes down, 20 phone calls. Yes, I am working on it. I wonder why people call me about this when there is clearly a sticker on it saying if there is a problem with the copier, call the company that looks after it.

I could go on, but it’s too depressing. It’s more of the same. Some days I hate being a tech. Other days I love it and the job satisfaction is phenominal.

I am home now. Wifey has done a great job of making the house a nice place to relax. I snoozed while I watched the simpsons and then had a workout while the news was on. Now it’s dinner and chill out time! Yaaaay! I love being home lol.

OOh I have Team Fortress 2 game on at 8! and then sleep.

I really do like my job. Just some days it’s bad.

Oh my favourite song of the moment is She Screamed She Loved Me by the Bleeders! I really love the guitar riffs, the screamy singing I wish I could cut out.

Preserving for the future

This is something I have been thinking a lot about recently. While Jon focused on photos, I have been thinking about journals.

These blogs serve as snippets of our lives. Previously to this people would write in journals, pen to paper. Years later, their grandchildren would read them and be thrilled with the snippets and insights into what life was like growing up back then. Letters sent to loved ones during wartime sometimes sell for millions. Family members treasure each word in those letters. I don’t know how possible it will be with blogs.

The internet, being what it is, is always in flux. It reacts and changes daily to what the new trend is. Yes some things make a blip that echoes for a while, like All Your Base or NUMA, but for the most part, things come and go really really fast. How do you make something last in a world like this? How do you preserve something for the future? As far as I can see, the only thing to do is download a bit of it onto good old pen and paper. Either that, or draw on a rock in a cave somewhere.

If the entire human race was wiped out, and 50 years later, aliens came to see if life existed on this planet, the only things to indicate civilization would be the architecture and rock paintings. They would look at a computer box and go huh? With no knowledge of how our technology worked, our blogs/photos/emails would all be uselessly dormant, waiting in vain for a spark of electricity to run through corroded wires. 1’s and 0’s no longer able to enthrall and complete our lives, silenced forever as they decay.

In 50 years, a book would survive. A book could survive 100 years. Some have been known to have survived over a thousand years. People wrote on tablets of stone or brass or gold. The Rosetta stone was a stone tablet. A tablet that let us decipher the ancient languages of generations of humans passed before us on this earth. It was not on a computer hard drive, it was a stone. It was preserved for the future. Let’s face it, if aliens came, would their technology have developed the same way as ours? Would they use binary?

In the movie A.I. that robot kid sits under the sea for ages. The aliens come and (I guess) charge his batteries. He wakes up and moves etc. I was wondering how the aliens knew how our technology worked? Teh scientist aliens must have found some C++ manuals (written in a book) and deciphered the language (WHY IN MOVIES AND TV SHOWS DO ALL ALIENS SPEAK ENGLISH?) and then were able to figure out that robot boy was artificial and needed electricity to run and correctly identified the battery and charged it. They would not have been able to figure it out if all this knowledge was kept on a hard drive somewhere on the internet could they?

I think the solution is to have a good backup. Perhaps print your entries and bind them in a book once a year? Just so that snippets of your life don’t get lost from even you. In this way we can preserve parts of ourselves for the future.

On the edge!

I am sitting here on the edge of Sunday, looking into Monday. I enjoy my job (despite my rants) so Monday is not too much of a big deal!

Mentally I am preparing for tomorrow which annoys me because It’s still WEEKEND! I am mentally prepping my routine in the morning. Get up, shower, socks first (ALWAYS socks first), undies, shirt, pants, shoes. Always in that order. Welcome to my Obsessive Compulsive disorder

Then drive to work. Anything big this week? hmmmm Computer for Wellington, manager is back in town (that means double workload with the random jobs he gives me) aaand fix up the phone company mess. Otherwise, should be plain sailing. I also need to book time off for XLAN

Oh well better go sleep!

My Power Element is Wood?

Your Power Element is Wood

Your power colors: green and brown Your energy: generative Your season: spring Like a tree, you are always growing and changing. And while your life is dynamic, you are firmly grounded. You have high morals and great confidence in yourself and others. You have a wide set of interests, and you make for intersting company.

What’s Your Power Element?

My Credentials

One of my favourite stories is The Hobbit. At one point, the Hobbit, Bilbo, introduces himself but not in an ordinary manner. He lists all of accomplishments. This has kind of intreagued me for a long time. In The Lord of the Rings, Treebeard/Fangorn says we all have short names, when in entish, a name is made up of everything that happened there.

Seeing as we are made up of the experiences we have, I have decided to list my credentials. But in GEEKY fashion, my gaming credentials if you will.

My gaming name is Darthpyro. As Darthpyro, I have:

Fought back hordes of Orcs

Slain Countless foes

Lead mighty armies of humans, orcs, tauren, zerg, protoss, undead, elves, blood elves, dark elves,

Been in the depth of sorrow, felt the greatest joy

All alone in space against countless aliens

Awoken on an abandoned spaceship and been forced to fight a highly intelligent AI

Abducted off an indian reservation and single handedly saved the human race

Forced to prove that no one steals our chicks… and lives

Been to hell and back to save the earth

Able to secure checkpoints

Able to drive/fly numerous vehicles from warthogs to tanks, to dinosaurs, clouds, helicopters, UFOs, ships, dragons, and many others

Able to absorb the superpowers of fallen villains

Able to make rows of bricks, break through bricks and even ping someone’s pong

Able to rack up countless flight hours

Able to loop de loop a Boeing 747 (which is statistically impossible)

Through the deepest jungle, over the highest mountain, under the deepest sea

Able to surf lava pits and sea waves

To the future, the past, and other dimensions of space and time

Able to wash dishes and clean the house

A mayor of a city

An emperor and ruler of the planet

A lion king

A plumber

A spy

A scientist

A part android

A world cup soccer team

A world champion tennis player

An olympic champion in every sport

A paperboy

A bus driver

A mouse, cat, dog, bird, coyote and even a worm!

I have bought and sold billions upon billions of credits in supplies, gambling, real estate, lives, equipment and worlds

I have cast countless spells, worn uncountable armours, weilded many swords, saved thousands of princesses, used a wooden leg of a young boy as a weapon and ridden in elevators while dodging gunfire

What have I missed out here? Help me out!