One time in a bar, I was told by hillbilly-rocker-hipster type that I have too many wires. Since I don't have a car, I had been listening to some music on the bus, I had some kind of pre-amp thing, and some computer cords that I wanted take home; I was an I.T. guy at the time.
I remember lamenting over the implications of said wires over Jameson's Irish whiskey (it's not just for breakfast anymore!) and how much these hilly-billy-rocker-type's stock in me had plummetedthey were friends of my very-soon-thereafter-ex-girlfriend-and-thank-God-for-that. I got very quiet and thought about Pinocchio and his wires, and Frankenstein and his wires, and the Tin Woodsman and all of his trouble with his hinges (did he have wires?). I felt pretty low; how could four different types of CAT5 and an iPod compete with a red handkerchief, pomade, and the ability to fix a modern transmission?
I'm thinking about this tonight because I just made four different components of my home talk with one another. It's an extraordinary amount of cord, and a lot of time getting all of these things together, and then looking at the lovely Katie to say, "I'm hatching an evil scheme."
The thing that makes me happy is something the I believe R.U. Sirius said in regards to hacking. He said something along the lines that "hacking is ability for people to think around problems that are nigh impossible. It's relatively easy to hack into someone's computer. It takes a serious hacker to hack into a computer using only that lamp."
Macgyver, the A-Team, Pee-Wee HermanI love it when a plan comes together.
I'm reminded of those times, especially in Summer, when I feel like I'm a puppet with wires. But it's when I make those wires do what I want that I especially hate the weather and people with red handkerchiefs.
I remember lamenting over the implications of said wires over Jameson's Irish whiskey (it's not just for breakfast anymore!) and how much these hilly-billy-rocker-type's stock in me had plummetedthey were friends of my very-soon-thereafter-ex-girlfriend-and-thank-God-for-that. I got very quiet and thought about Pinocchio and his wires, and Frankenstein and his wires, and the Tin Woodsman and all of his trouble with his hinges (did he have wires?). I felt pretty low; how could four different types of CAT5 and an iPod compete with a red handkerchief, pomade, and the ability to fix a modern transmission?
I'm thinking about this tonight because I just made four different components of my home talk with one another. It's an extraordinary amount of cord, and a lot of time getting all of these things together, and then looking at the lovely Katie to say, "I'm hatching an evil scheme."
The thing that makes me happy is something the I believe R.U. Sirius said in regards to hacking. He said something along the lines that "hacking is ability for people to think around problems that are nigh impossible. It's relatively easy to hack into someone's computer. It takes a serious hacker to hack into a computer using only that lamp."
Macgyver, the A-Team, Pee-Wee HermanI love it when a plan comes together.
I'm reminded of those times, especially in Summer, when I feel like I'm a puppet with wires. But it's when I make those wires do what I want that I especially hate the weather and people with red handkerchiefs.