The mineral oil I used is the same kind used to cool high-voltage transformers. It doesn’t conduct and is an excellent coolant. My experiment was successful. The computer ran while fully immersed in oil and when I overclocked it. It also passed a CPU stress test with a lower temperature than any similar computers I found through online research. I named the computer Deep Dish, in homage to the real computer Deep Blue, the fictional computer Deep Thought, and because I like pizza.
I sent an email with Deep Dish to my closest friend. Strangely, its internet browser stopped working a few days later even though I could still get on the internet through my laptop. Shortly before it went on the fritz, I had mused in my mental sandbox about using Deep Dish to take down the Chinese banking system. Immediately after, the browser on Deep Dish stopped working, I checked YouTube on my laptop and the top clip suggestion was a cartoon in which a scientist character was told to stay in his own dimension. Perhaps it was just another coincidence. I had previously written in my mental sandbox that I could build NSA the cyber equivalent of a death ray and that I work cheap. Those remarks probably made them nervous about Deep Dish.
One last event of note that happened to me in November was when I was assaulted by three guys on bikes, got bashed in the head with a club, and had to pull out a knife to defend myself. I was walking on a well-lit path around 8:30 PM. No one else was in sight. After some time, three young men on bikes came riding toward me from the front. I was walking on the right side of the path so they should have been on the other side. As I moved to the left, they turned to follow, so I decided to move right and stand still. They rode right at me and slapped me on the shoulders as I passed. At this time, I was convinced they would return to assault or rob me, so pulled out my folding knife and kept walking. My instincts were right. Less than a minute later, they came up to me from behind on foot and began yelling at me. I flicked open the blade of my knife and yelled at them to leave. One bashed me on the head with a club, so I brandished the knife to get them to back off. Once I had some distance, I called 911, and they retreated. I’m convinced it was a random attack that happened merely because I was in wrong place at the wrong time. A minor assault is often a prelude to a robbery and the fact that one had a club suggests they were out looking for someone to beat up or rob. I defended myself with minimal force. It’s best not to stab people if it can be avoided. They appeared to be about 15 or 16 years old. The only people who ride around bikes at night are people who don’t have cars. Fortunately, the police and the paramedics came quickly, and my injury was minor though it bled a lot. The police arrested some people not long after and asked me to look at them, but they were not the right guys.
It’s possible, even likely, that the NSA is monitoring me as I type this on my laptop. This is amusing for several reasons, not the least of which is that I am supposed to submit anything I intend to publish to NSA first so they can check it for classified information. However, I doubt very much the NSA will give their stamp of approval to a work which accuses them of doing the very thing they have so often denied doing. All I can say is I hope I get a job offer soon. It’s January 2022 now and I applied to NSA almost six months ago. Regardless, I’m hopeful for the future and proud of the work I did for the Army and the NSA. It was a long shot for me to get into the Army at all, and I beat the odds. I regret nothing. Here ends my tale of triumph and woe.
Epilogue
Many odd things happened after I shared a draft of my autobiography with a close friend and computer expert in late January 2022. I was invited to apply to a Swahili teaching job, received notice that a background check had been completed on me, and the browser on my oil-cooled computer mysteriously got unscrambled.
Later, when I attempted to overclock it to 6 GHz, it had a kernel panic and failed to reboot. Thus, I was forced to reinstall the OS using my laptop. When I restarted the computer, I briefly saw a screen that said SSH at the top followed by 4 instructions. SSH stands for secure shell and means that some other computer was remotely connected, and it wasn’t my laptop.
In Notepad on my laptop, when my other computer had the kernel panic, I wrote: Crap. When I refreshed YouTube on my laptop, the top clip suggestion was titled “We Crashed!”. Then I typed in Notepad how I had seen the SSH screen. When I refreshed YouTube again, the top clip suggestion was titled “You’re Pregnant”.
The decision to share my autobiography was not an easy 1. The night I emailed it for the 1st time, I slept with a locked, cocked, and ready to rock AK in my hands and 1 eye open. A few months later when I emailed it to my sister and she shared it with my brother, they both became upset.
Back to February 2022. I applied and got a job on an assembly line in a golf cart factory. It seemed like a nice placeholder job. It was nearby and I’d be working nights, just like in the Army.
That first paragraph is a doozy. I can see you getting some flack for equating deep dish to pizza.
DEEP DISH IS DELISHOUS WHETHER IT IS PIZZA OR NOT.
I agree.
I don’t care what you call it. Still good eats.
Delicious food is delicious.
(Can argue what is delicious)
“Deep dish pizza” == casserole
Yep but also hella good.
Mmmmโฆ Makinโ golf carts. That sounds relaxing. I could do that.
I’ll forever associate golf carts with this movie scene:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x1-axqBZdNk
When I started the job, an Army acquaintance I hadn’t spoken with in 3 years texted me. He asked me how I was, and I told him:
“I’m drinking cheap beer and pondering a bleak future in a golf cart factory. They’re toys for lazy rich people. God bless America.”
What mugger thinks โHey, letโs go try to mug the big hairy guy?โ
Go getting muggers that’s’ who. The Kind of muggers I’d be proud to have in my city. You can keep all the weak-ass muggers who only go after soft targets, I want muggers that take risks and aren’t afraid to take a beat down now and again. You are only as tough as your adversaries.
” The Sherrif is a Mugger!”
THAT’S NOT A KNIFE!
\pulls out machete
Mugger, please.
Mugga, please.
Meh, all of them were taller than me. It also was not my 1st time confronting a trio of muggers.
The first time, they were armed, and I wasn’t. Still managed to rout them. Top that, Chuck Norris.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fdwC4vhc594
Martial arts training: it’s worth it sometimes.
Anyone viewing Muskโs interview of Trump? Howโs it going? Brilliant? Idiotic? Technically glitched and muddled mess (my bet)? Howโs it looking?
Somebody did a DDOS on it. Itโs being recorded and will release later
The shittiness of marxists has no end. Some government asshat in Europe might have even done it.
Without live audience participation of some sort live events like that just invite glitches and fuckery a la DeSantis anyway.
That…is indeed queer. Predictable, yes. But it’s really saying the Loud Part out loud, ain’t it?
Even CNN is at least ‘updating’ it. Shows how weak Trump, Musk, ++ are? Hrm. ‘Tis queer. I’m guessing people still won’t care, and won’t ruffle anyone’s feathers to at least ponder it all. It will inflame those being attacked. Um. Don’t fuck with Musk. Of all *people* on the planet, I wouldn’t fuck with him. China and Mossad are on that list, but they ain’t people.
Have a look tomorrow Evan, I guarantee the media angle will be Muskโs incompetence at maintaining site security produced a shitty and unfocused interview and that Musk really needs to combat misinfo on X because of this (even though that makes no sense).
The left is saying it sucks and the right is saying it was amazing.
We will know if mattered at all in the polls in like two weeks.
7+ hours after I set out for a 3-hour tour, I have returned, so call me Professor. Had nice convos with an ambitious tow truck driver and a cabbie with a heart of gold. Can’t complain too much. And I most likely did not blow a head gasket on my dykemobile. Now there’s some Subaru horror for you.
Ooooh, Professor of Derptology, that’s pretty damn slick. Me likesey. Glad Doc’s Derp van Dykebomile passed muster. Spared your spare to share your share. Onward, upward and always. *Doffs cap*
Joined by future Octapharma Plasma Phlebotomist Ev. *twiddly-finger twiddling* I have few words. Congratulations, sir.
It’d be a lot cooler if he was a Professor of Firstology.
‘Twould suit you. This fistulogramist prefers flirting with flitty flautists. I don’t float w flimsy firstologists like ya.
Please tell me you showed Marianne a good time.
Here on Florida Isle?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UKr3mhojyvY
Also, most Emily Dickinson poems can be sung to the tune of Gilligan’s Island.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JSta5iO–Lg
There is nothing new under the sun – some old book
Movie pitch: The Blob vs The Thing
Both are ravenous, shape-shifting aliens driven to consume all life. Both got gritty reboots in the 80s. The Blob has a slight edge as it can absorb inanimate material and has a catchy theme song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AK5jyVCdXwc
“Both are ravenous, shape-shifting aliens driven to consume all life.”
I thought we were still taking about the election for a second.
*rimshot*!
my favorite political bumpersticker
Always choose Stay Puft.
Don’t slander my ravenous, shape-shifting erection
Be curious if true…
In the past 5 years, hearing such would have given me pause…but now? Interwebs peeps have been spot on.
*Not a dentist viewpoint* Trump had bridge work done or trouble with his dentures….or New Yorkers sound like that.
I feel compelled to post this clip on the reality of knife vs bare hands fights:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GBBahcNMSDI
The tempo of such fights is faster than Stayin’ Alive or even Mortal Kombat. More like this:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j1dXVf_c2RM
Practice fighting with that song in the background, Grasshopper.
This fake trailer from 2007 is the best movie ever, and it doesn’t even exist.
Here’s mine:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B5xlojeUk3k
an even better song and clip for combat training:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vcAr0-RA4lk
https://youtu.be/SVaslN1NiT0?si=NtvYQma8zcWnvowo&t=183
Happy national filet mignon day!
๐โ๐ฎ
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=UJWk_KNbDHo
๐ถ๐ถ
Why does the house smell like Onions?
Oh, right, I’m roasting beef for breakfast. Temp is still too low in the center though.
Morning Glibs.
It was great until one of the ‘caramelized’ onions turned out to be carbonized.
Bleck.
But if that’s my only complaint… ๐
*waves*
Here’s a happy lil story: https://www.cbsnews.com/philadelphia/news/pennsylvania-girls-gilbertsville-hockey-rink-philadelphia-flyers-reopening/
No new pickleball courts.
“CommaLa is going too be strong on border security!”
-My lying-ass TV
I thought you were going to quit watching TV.
Hey buddy, stop doing that thing!
She should start now what with her being the unofficial Border Czar and all.
Good morning, Sean, Teh Hype, Ted’S., Stinky, and U!
Morning!
I’m pleased to report that with just a few minor complications, the transition from “PTO” to “Sick” time in our timekeeping system seems to have been completed successfully. ๐๐
Any luck with those performance plans? ๐
I sent a draft to my supervisor for “an opinion”. ๐ค
Somebody handed the cafeteria a good recipe for green chile stew, which they turned around and made a dish they called “chilaquiles.” Which was tasty, if not any variant of chilaquiles I’m familiar with. I can readily believe that there are dozens of variants I haven’t tried though, and this dish might have been one of them.
What do you call an assassin in a walk-in freezer? A chilly killy.
I snickered and groaned at the same time
Mission accomplished!
๐
That works. Though a stew instead of a sauce would change the dish a bit, not enough to not be called chilaquiles especially if it had the traditional element of crispy tortillas (I have had some with just cut up tortillas too). A dish by the way is fantastic.
Totally non-traditional, what with the scrambled eggs (and yes tortilla chips) and a complete lack of refritos.
One of the things I miss abut Rudy’s is the green chile stew. And the puerco guisada at Alamo Draft House.
If ever in Vegas, well Henderson rather, a small place called Mom’s Kitchen. Just a wonderful place for homecooked Mexican dishes. Probably one of the best chilaquiles I have had outside of my ex-MIL’s cooking.
Mornin’, all! Today I go into phlebotomy training for a tune-up. Just stabbing practice with some new people! Likely sitting in the back of class, taking new surroundings in, and ignoring much, until we get the needles out. Then I’m likely going to be stabbed 2-3 times, and I hope to do the same, preferably to different gals. I’m curious and expecting to be the only dude their, yet again. This should be this class’ first pokey day, so none/few of them have done it before. Kinda a fun way to get to know folk, though last time I learned nothing of my coworkers. I was shockingly good at it last time, semi-unexpectedly.
Odd beginning to a possibly odd day. I certainly need to ask questions about plasma centers and the different, bigger needles they use. Gig should start next Monday for my first scheduled, full-time job in America. I remain excited, though also baffled as Wile E Coyote explaining his new time travelling pocket watch train bomb to all the ACME Execs, only to have them gawk, adore and bask in my new design. *I* think it’s crazy and *I* fuckin’ came up with the damn idea! Yet people cheer it on, and they’re seemingly correct to do so… to my continued amazement.
My time-travelling, sidewinder curveball career choice is still looking like a great Knave Idea. (Baffled) Excitement, She Wrote!
You’ll do fine.
Morning all.
I see the ‘break dancer’ from Australia got zero points for her absurd ‘performance’. This has been covered already I am sure but the first I am seeing of it.
I note it because I see videos of it have been memory holed for ‘copyright’ reasons. This is the new euphemism for ‘too embarrassing and cringy even for us’ like ‘misspoke’ is the new word for ‘lying my ass off’.
I wish I could find Joey b toonz take on it.
If it cannot be objectively measured (distance, time, weight, non-subjective points) it doesn’t count as a sport, let alone an olympic sport.
“It ain’t a sport unless you can break your nose doin’ it.”
~Truth.
Eh, “style points” have been a thing as long as I’ve been alive.
@NA – That doesn’t make it right.
The area where I can definitely see it mattering is diving. Even when I was a kid at the pool, you could tell the difference between two people by how well they performed any given dive..
These kinds of games – olympics, Scottish games, etc – were celebrations of athletic prowess in skills of war, a competition where different groups could compete without actually killing each other.
Pole vaulting (scaling walls), shot put, spear throwing, running, swimming, wrestling, boxing, shooting, archery, strategy games and so on.
Picking one’s nose, self-absorbed expression, feeling stuff, tranny boys, denigrating culture…none of this has anything to do with the olympics.
We have cherished a viper in our bosom, so to speak. Frog and the scorpion….we have stepped in shit when we should have known better.
suh’ fam
whats goody
Hey from West Virginia
How are the Mountain Mamas?