April 09, 2001

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.

 



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