Reorganized

Be still your beating heart, I haven't turned on my workstation since the bed frame was installed a week ago last Wednesday.

Somehow, even without the benefit of an overclocked Pentium 4 running day and night, my west-facing bedroom felt like a sauna. It doesn't help that we're in the middle of a brief but strong heat wave here in the Pacific Northwest.

The news is full of fucking morons being interviewed about the weather: "It's just so nice that I went out and forgot to bring the sunscreen!" "I just want to enjoy the sun!" It's the first warm and sunny day of Spring, and people here are so sun-deprived that they're acting completely irrationally.

When civilization as we know it collapses in the ensuing energy crisis, I will eat these people and fuck their housepets.

Given that I've been living a bit like a squatter these past few days (a squatter who murders other squatters no less), I felt that I should take some time today to clean my desk, fix up the cabling underneath, and rebuild my work area facing 90 degrees from what it used to be.

The loveseat hasn't moved yet.

The upside to this new layout is that my monitors are now facing away from the preteen boys who live across the road. You know what this means. I can now decorate my Desktop with whatever hi-res "hot lady what got no clothes on" wallpapers I want.

And believe me, I want. The only real issue is settling on which set of boobs, bums, or Brillo pad to use first. It's nice to let my inner fourteen-year-old out sometimes. It's also good to know that this is the biggest problem I have right now.