The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.

Author Hunter S. Thompson Kills Himself

Thompson was an insane dickhead, but goddamn I loved his writing. Although I disagree with every single moral principle he put down in in books like "Fear in Loathing in Las Vegas" and "Generation of Swine", he did it all with a style and humor that kept me in bloody stitches.

He was a huge influence on me when I was younger, wanting to be a writer, trying to find my own growling inner voice to tell the stories in my head.

Rest in peace, Hunter.

I don't want to say it's snowing like hell outside, but this morning, after hacking Scatman Crothers to death, I limped all the way to work with an axe yelling "Danny boy!" in a high, gurgling scream.

There's something about being an admin that makes people crazier than shithouse rats. Case in point, wherein Sam goes all Letterman on a bitchy PC.

There's nothing like frothy-mouthed violence upon inanimate objects to still the raging blood of a pissed-off computer guy. Too often, we have to smile and keep up appearances for our customers, lest we lose the illusion of being in control of a situation.

The best revenge I ever got to exact on a computer? At my old company, we had a Novell server that kept losing data. Eventually, we tracked it down to its Micropolis drives, which seemed to just be spinning bits off into space, despite being mirrored and duplexed. We called Micropolis, and they denied it could be the drives up until the warranty ran out, then they sent a recall notice for drives that were still under warranty.

So, my boss and I took the drives out, stacked them up a back room, and spent about 2 hours shooting them with a crossbow. A real crossbow, using 8-inch stainless steel bolts.

Micropolis + Crossbow == AWESOME!!!1