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Hey, I forgot I took this picture. Snapped it while my brother and subsequently my couz came up.

Made a black and white pic out of it. Am pretty happy with the results.

....Looks like a head too, doesn't it?

posted by losir at 1:35 PM

I was speaking with a co-worker the other day, idly chit-chatting before yet another meeting was to take place.

We were talking about gadgets when he offhandedly told me that he bought the $3000 laptop he was sitting in front of specifically for work. I was pretty surprised, and said, "Geez, and I thought the new Sony CLI� I was harping for was cash."

He then said something so simple yet wise I can't believe I've never thought of it before. He said, "We make money to have an easier life. What are you going to do with all that money you make if you can't spend it wisely? The laptop makes my life at work easier, and since we spend so much time at work, it's okay to buy something nice to help."

And it totally make sense. Therefore, I've decided to get a Sony CLI� PEG50UX, pictured below.

I'm talking top of the line in terms of style and functionality.

I just want to thank my brother for grabbing me one. You rock, kid.

....expect a review when i get it.

posted by losir at 12:39 AM

As I sat at my desk half asleep, I began tuning to the hum of the computer beside me.

And it reminds me that in 2 weeks and 2 days, I will be sitting on a plane towards Hawaii! Oh yeah baby.

....Aloha, kids. posted by losir at 1:54 PM

First snow fall always reminds of me bullying my brother in his stupid little gay dark brown snow suit.

Growing up, I always thought of myself as a bad dude with just enough martial arts knowledge to be lethal, if not downright deadly. (Okay, so I admit that I probably needed professional counseling too....)

Anyhoo, I used to always practice my kicks and punches on a mattress leaned against the basement walls. One thing I couldn't do however, was try my foot sweeps.

One day while snowing, my brother and I went to shovel the driveway. Seeing that he was dressed in his full snow suit, hooded up, stupid checkered beige scarf tied snuggly in a knot, and his wintry ensemble finished off with that sickeningly cute but sad excuse of a wooden shafted shovel -- a scoop not big enough to hold poop; well seeing him and snow just made me think: Hiya!

So I grabbed him and told him to stand in the deepest part of the snow. I told him that I was going to do a back round low foot sweep, (just like I saw in Karate Kid) and he was going to fall into the snow, and everything would be alright. My brother was so bundled up, he'd make the Michelin Man look like Jared from Subway Sub. Compounded by the light fluffy, white snow all around, he was bound to be fine.

He agreed, as eagerly as an innocent pup when asked to "give paw", thinking there'd be a treat at the end of the futile exercise. I mentally prepared myself, rehearsing in my mind the move I was going to execute, and how he was just going to fall down and not be hurt. I imagine the delicious "plop" he was about to make, all because I was Bruce Lee incarnate.

I bend at the knee and turned, squating lower as I stick out my leg, my momentum speeding up for maximum impact. My left heel makes contact with his right foot and he begins to fall.

However, the toe end of my snow boots are pointing straight up in the sky, and my big toe wedges right up his "where the sun don't shine". We're talking the ultimate reverse atomic wedgie in the bullseye!!

Needless to say, he never let me try foot-sweeping him again -- not in rain, snow, sleet or shine.

....Pity. I never did perfect that move. posted by losir at 2:17 AM

I guess you do learn something new everyday, especially if you're a moron like me.

My car's driver-side door has been giving me problems for a while now. For some reason, it does not like to close snugly without due force. If I gently pull it close, it gets caught up, and doesn't vacuum seal. Bugs me to no end. (I let little things bug me so that I can deal with bigger problems by being resigned by the fact they are big problems. Am I making sense here??)

Anyway, so I'm like playing with the door latch lock thingamajig, trying to see what I can do to improve the action of the door latch. Now, imagine the latch to in the shape of a clock's face. In the unlock position, the small hand is point to twelve o'clock, while the big hand is pointing at fifteen minutes. In the locked position, it is reading 9P.M. With me still?

In this 9pm position, I cannot close the door at all. The latch cannot hook up to the metal ring at the side of the door. I tried to unlatch it. Poking it with my key, nothing. Pull it with my fingers while vigorously pressing the lock/unlock button on my remote. Same thing with the power locks, even on both sides.... I even manually push down the lock manually. All to no avail.

So I give up, thinking I can drive home with my door opened. As long as I can hold the handle, and not make right turns at anything over 5 km/h, I should be okay, right?

Idiotic me actually tries, and at the first right out of the parking spot, the door flies open and almost hits the cement poles in the underground. As I frantically grab to close the door, the car heads straight for another pole. And since I'm driving stick, I almost stall the car when I mash the brakes.

Okay, this is stupid. So I pull a LEFT this time into another parking spot and shut off the car. I grab my utility toolkit from the trunk, unfold the pliers, and begin yanking at the latch, hoping to free it. Now I know I'm being retarded. I don't really expect to be able to budge it on my own. I unfortunately do know my own strength.... and even Hercules would have to pull out his ring of power for this one.

This has gone on for 15 minutes now, and I'm near to tears in fustration. How can I be so dumb in thinking that I can defeat hundreds of automotive engineers by pliers and brute strength. It just ain't gonna happen.

It then dawns on me that I can call roadside assistance. But I've had my car for more than 2 years now, and roadside assistance isn't free. An $80 mistake just because I thought I was mechanically inclined. Worse, since I'm underground, my cell phone doesn't work. So I trudge up to our building's lobby, and began dialing the 1-800 number, dreading the thought of the tow truck operator having to totally remove my door to fix this gay-boy latch.

"Welcome to VW Roadside assistance, how may I help you tonight?"

"Hi. I was errr.... wiping my door and I accidently pushedin the door latch. My door latch is broken. I think I broke it."

"Okay, is it in the up or down position."

"Up. I think."

"Okay, have you actually tried pulling on the door handle? That will sometimes release it."

"Pull on the door handle?! Uh, no. I'll go try it now, and call you back if I can't get it opened."

....Things you learn on the telephone these days. posted by losir at 1:21 AM

See what I'm saying? Computers know man, and they take it personally. Now they've exacted revenge, after I wrote the hammer story several days earlier.

In that time span, they have:

- Tricked me into formatting the wrong HDD.
- Had an 8 Gig HDD just die.
- Fried my buddy's laptop. Yes, there was smoke, and that noticeable odour which says: You screwed it beyond belief. Please die!

....I don't enjoy my life too much. posted by losir at 1:40 AM