You Passed 8th Grade Math

Congratulations, you got 10/10 correct!

Could You Pass 8th Grade Math?

But I’m a sucker, and I’m smart!

Your birth on the 17th day of the month suggests that you are very lucky financially, because this date indicates a solid business sense.

Although you are probably very honest and ethical, this birthday enables you to be shrewd and successful in the world of business and commercial enterprise.

I don’t know what to say other than read this story on k5. It’s pretty cool, about someone doing a really cool course in uni, and having some fun along the way.

Boy I love Kuro5hin at times - it makes the.funny = 1;

(Update 30/4/16 - “this story” used to link to http://www.kuro5hin.org/story/2005/10/25/6750/9089 but k5’s gone and the Internet Archive was blocked from accessing it. Sad.)

Mother. Giver of life, feeder of mouths, lender of money, and it seems… serial late-payer of bills. I have a dialup connection through iHug (now owned by iiNet which I used to use before we got our cable connection through Bigpond. I kept it going after we got cable, since mum’s laptop isn’t allowed on our network. Spyware, large downloads and viruses are inherent with little sisters and stupid users. She uses that connection to get on the net.

So, as usual, another “goddamn, there’s some stupid people in the world” post. But instead, it’s not the customers, it’s an agent! One, in particular. Ok, so when someone can’t do their job in one company, has terrible people and communication skills - and that company is your client, the obvious thing to do would be to hire that person when the client shuts down the department. That makes sense, doesn’t it? Didn’t think so.

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Well, I got my low pressure fuel pump today, a carter gold. Boy it’s heavy! And big! It came with a mounting bracket, and all the possible hardware it’ll need to set it up, which is nice… even little waterproof cap-clips for the power lines… seriously nice!

Here’s some pics:

So, someone in #overclockers asks if anyone knows about commodores, which I know a little bit about, so I offer to try and answer a question if it’s a simple one… and then it gets weird!

**** BEGIN LOGGING AT Mon Oct 24 23:39:33 2005
[Moyley] Sorta
[Moyley] Want to know about the speedo drive
[yaleman] what about it?
[Moyley] apparently mines leakin
[yaleman] that's seriously bad, I'd say
[Moyley] is it simple to fix.
[Moyley] i presume its just a little gasket sealie thingo
from the back of the tranny
[yaleman] manual or auto?
[Moyley] auto
[Moyley] simple to change?
[yaleman] I'd probably say not...
[Moyley] fuck u.
[yaleman] excuse me?
[Moyley] i dont wanna know shit like that.
[Moyley] tell me good news like its really easy to dix
[Moyley] fix
[yaleman] ok, so you're going to stop talking to me now.
[Moyley] when we dump the tranny oil and change it
[Moyley] no 😛
**** ENDING LOGGING AT Mon Oct 24 23:43:07 2005

Uh, what the FUCK? Someone asks for help, I offer some help, and they insult me! Why do I even bother!

I’m trying to get a better picture of it - I wish I could have found my camera yesterday - but I’ve tried FOUR sets of rechargeable batteries, and gotten three whole photos out of it. Poo. Anyway, back to whatever I was doing before.

bashmark

I’m reading Clifford Stoll’s The Cuckoo’s Egg at the moment, it’s super cool. I read Silicon Snake Oil every year or so, whenever I find it in my bookshelf - Stoll is a great writer in my opinion.

Comedy Gold. I have nothing more to say. Except click this.

Ok, so I’ll start with what I got done yesterday. One two syllable word comes to mind.

Fuckall.

Ok, so it was raining, which meant I couldn’t go to the wreckers to search for parts to suit the gemini build up. That was fine, rain = mud = unable to walk around wreckers. So instead, I went to Bob’s house and talked to him for a while, the usual planning and talking shit session ensued. I had gotten up early to go to the wreckers and get stuff done, and as usual had fucked around and wasted time all over the place.