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I’m not sure what I did to deserve this.
Apart from a few small naps I’d been awake for 34 hours.

Got home from work, muted my phone, put on the occult history of the third Reich and fell asleep…A little back story is required to continue. I hosted a gaming LAN at work last week, during the setup Tate (Tard) plugged his power board into mine.

Mine was already running two computers, and the switch.
He added another two full machine and monitors to the already stacked board.

Fantastic idea.

There was a flash and the switch reset.
The switch continued to reset.

For the whole day.
He “broke” my switch.

However apart from random rebooting it was usable, it restarted before connection would timeout, so at worst you’d see a pause in browsing or whatever you were doing, or connection difficulties while playing a game.

Most software these days can recover.
(Ended up using another switch anyway)
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Anyway, after the LAN I took the switch home, and plugged it back in. Same issue, dammit. Time to shop for a new one.

The old one should be fine for a few days.

Should be fine…..
Yeah.

I went to sleep today exhausted and woke up to a a expensive sounding bang, a bright flash, and a burning smell.

Everything in my room that (I assume) was not destroyed powered down when the fusebox triggered the saftey switch.Whitey ran out the lounge seconds later and reset the safety switch.

More lights, more smell.
Another flash.

Safety switch kicks in again.

I went out for dinner. Pissed at the whole thing, deal with it later.
I’ll take stock tomorrow I guess.

I blame Tate.

Edit:

Looks like the only thing that died during that was the surge protected power board attached to the switch.

Thus far anyway.

Shithead saga continues…

Lets start with the ass:
I’m not sure if he’s being fed the wrong thing or this is “natural” for this “breed” of “dog” , it’s horrible. usually when the others are not home he likes to come visit me in my room.
Usually I drag him out while swearing at him. He’s aware of this and sort of sneaks in and lays down behind my chair.

He does not like being alone. I notice him, and note that he’s just chilling, not being annoying and just needs company.

I smile a little and go back to what I’m doing.
Then the smell hits.

Fine, he’s a dog he farts. That I can deal with. The thing that really pisses me off is the undeniable fact that he knows.

HE KNOWS.
How can I tell ?

I can tell because by the time the smell reaches me and I turn to look at him, he’s not laying down anymore, he’s in my doorway, smirking at me.

Face full of door Fucko.

Claws: Simple enough, he like to jump up, play, roll around and write his name in my quivering flesh.

Then we come to his head:

He’s cross eyed, and walks into stuff all the time.
He drools, thick carpets of froth, like a capachino.
He fucking eats shit.

Current count:
2 – Xbox controllers.
1 – Halo cover.
1 – Playstation controller. (He’s going for the other and console soon)
1 – Bookcase. (He’s starting on this)
? – Shoes.
? – Cd’s.
1 – Gate.

On to the gate, he’s started eating and smashing his way to freedom.
I told whitey months ago that this was going to happen, the gate is old and fairly weathered.

It’s barricaded, he’s a heavy dog though, its just a matter of time.

I’m guessing he’s either going to go under a car or visit the pound in the next few weeks.

Edit 03/03/2004:

Fucko has eaten through the gate twice in the last two days.
Things look grim.