The CPU fan on my computer started to go yesterday, sputtering and grinding and moaning at annoyingly random intervals, helping enormously in my quest to develop an uncontrollable facial tic.
So I took out a pair of pliers and tortured it to death. If only my other co-workers were so easy to deal with.
And now, after installing a replacement, my office is blessedly, wonderfully, completely quiet. If you don't count the air conditioner or the whine of the monitors or the jabbering in the hall or the noise from the street or the little snik my eyelid makes when it starts spasming.
Hi there! My name's GREG KNAUSS and I like to make things.
Some of those things are software (like Romantimatic and Buzz Clock), Web sites (like the Webby-nominated Metababy and The American People) and stories (for Web sites like Suck and Fray, print magazines like Worth and Macworld, and books like "Things I Learned About My Dad" and "Rainy Day Fun and Games for Toddler and Total Bastard").
My e-mail address is firstname.lastname@example.org. I'd love to hear from you!