Cray, Inc. apparently…. It has been a while since I’ve posted some good poop humor…
So — I was standing in the hall near the restroom — the same hall that leads to the kitchen and lunchroom btw — talking to a fairly senior software manager and one of the lowlevel software guy about lord-knows-what and all of a sudden there was this “PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT” noise that came flying out of the men’s restroom. Through the closed solid wood door. The conversation stopped, we all kinda glanced at each other and then in unison burst out laughing. The phrase “give ‘er hell” was said and we walked away — not wanting to see who came out of the bathroom. There are some things that you just don’t want to know.
Because I think this way — that kinda made me think back and wonder about some of the other “bathroom events”. There seems to be either an issue with the water/coffee/deli machine OR swamp-ass is much more prevalent than we think. I’m pretty sure at least 4 times a week I’ll be in the bathroom (I really use it much more often…) and hear someone really letting one fly. If you are lucky — just a little “prrt” - but at least once a day you hear someone having a “movement” that could be described in the mildest terms as a week-long-tequilla-binge-meets-30-day-challenge-to-eat-4-bratwurst-a-day-while-drinking-giardia-laden-new-jersey-turnpike-shots. I’m really understanding now the flushing power of public toilets — sometimes you need a firehose to sink these battle-shits. What is really wondefull is how unashamed people seem to be with these conditions. Most times if you have this problem in a public restroom — you try and spread out the “frrrgggugglllefwopfwop” so that it doesn’t sound like a underwater rocket taking off. But not these folks — hand to god, I’ve heard actual straining and grunting. Give ‘er hell indeed! Oddly enough — rarely do smells enter the picture. Perhaps the fans really do work - btw, rarely is not never. Good heavens…
Now a question for the lazyweb — is this common for all workplaces? How about women ? These are things I need to know.
This is almost the perfect weekend — almost because the weather is doing a nice job of being crappy. I tink it has been in the 60s and overcast all weekend. The bonus to this of course is a lot of time spent testing the finer points of Quantum mechanics - specifically that of whether two materials ever actually touch. In this plane of existence I’m speaking of my ass and the sofa. The evidence is not quite conclusive, but the dents in the cushions seem to indicate that I have a significant electron cloud which is impacting the atom spacing in said cushions. That is the beautiful thing about Heisenberg’s principle. I know exactly where I am but no idea of where I’m going. Or do I Shrodinger the whole mess and only really know which atoms are my ass and which are from the sofa by observing the separation ? Wouldn’t that be a kick — if one could somehow take electron energy transfer from the sofa to become more energetic? Hrm — it seems that may already happen in reverse, given the propensity for sofas and napping. Is my sofa going to spontaneously combust some day from the absobtion of so much energy ?
Anyhooo…. Most of the weekend has been spent watching World Cup games. I’m not planning on watching all of them - Tivo only has instructions to record the England, U.S, and Spain games. I may have to alter that if any of them go tits-up before the elimination round. I have had two consecutive mornings of coffee, sofa, blanket and el World Cupo. Currently Mexico is trying to convince Iran to bring their “war faces” next time. I’m hoping to see one of my 3 teams make it far enough to get me interested in the final games. I do find myself really wishing I had HD TV at this point - but only with a HD Tivo. Soon, but must pay off other bills and purchase a house.
Speaking of said house…it is looking like time to re-evaluate the finances and determine exactly how much of my income I really want to spend on a house payment. From the initial look at the current rates of exspenditure, I won’t be able to afford a house that I really like. Boogers. I’d really really like to get a nicer house because I don’t fancy myself moving in the next 10 years again unless something really strange happens. Yes, I like my new job that much 
Speaking of said job (and here starteth the rantingseth) - I’m starting to get a bit miffed at the old job, where I started to think that I wasn’t bright enough or skilled enough to do actual Lustre hacking — network, kernel, disk layer, super-complex distributed networking programming. Yes, I’m not going to design the next great filesystem, but I really am starting to think that I can make a pretty good swipe at debugging and understanding the code base. Time will tell It just pisses me off that someone or worse yet — myself — convinced me that there were limits to my skills in this area without actually exploring them.
Ok - the old elbow is starting to kill me here from some retarded furniture re-arranging last night. Just a final note to those Right Coasters - I’ll be in Philly Jun 30th, July 3rd-4th and in D.C July 1st-3rd. Be there or get sprung.
Cheers!