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What's In Your Laptop Bag?
Mudzy writes "TheTechZone is running a cool human interest story showing what their chief editor has inside his laptop bag. Some of the stuff in there could really make a geek salivate - like a mobile VoIP adapter and the world's smallest wireless router."
The real news would be if someone could tell us all how much Slashdot is racking in from this arrangement. Come on OSDN, how stupid do you think your audience is?
Entrepreneur : (noun), French for "unemployed"
Why do you automatically assume that he's straight?
Condoms are for sex with anyone!
Haec merda tauri est. Ceterum censeo Carthaginem esse delendam.
"Condoms are for sex with anyone!" Or maybe... anything?
What politically correct garbage. Fine, they're for sex with anyone. The dude made a joke saying that Slashdotters never meet women. It was a joke, you had to jump up on your soapbox, and you got modded up for it.
Get over it already. The world isn't your political platform. Quit grandstanding. Nobody cares that you're gay except for the far right, who nobody honestly listens to anyway, no matter what AM radio tells you.
At any point in time I carry a vast number of items in my laptop bag. In no order of real importance or stature I do confess the list is hefty. Bear with me in that this convulted mess came about through various adventures none of which are even remotely interesting to even a passerby.
The first item I collected on an adventure to the common storage area. In this places all manner of triffles are scuttled away and hidden from their various masters in an attempt to make humanity that much more bearable. I confess the initial temptation was too great to stave and in my weakness I did partake of the lowly white collar plunder. In that dark hour I chose to borrow, for only a short time, a pen capable of writing in the darkest of inks. Unfortunately, the list does not stop there and I was still yet unable to fight the deviant hunger in my belly and ultimately chose to once again borrow a stack of Post-It-Notes. Tucked away safely they would live out their lives in my prescious bag.
I digress, the nightmare I thought it was over, but later on a new adventure found me. To the eating room I did follow a cohort of mine. Much to the amusement of the dwellers I found a insatiable collection of candies and sweets enclosed in an electronic closet of sorts. It asked for various metals and things, but a small series of buttons was all my pockets could produce. I shouted quite softly, "Damn you pocket... you starving beast... give me your gold or I'll fill you with those horrid keys!" Surely, I felt them tremble against my flesh, but to no avail as even furious anger could not solve the problem. In secret, I did use my buttons for trade and after some time the machine did yield to me. (Quite an awkward battle, but I do care to say I was the victor) Hence forth, my laptop bag was now filled with a sweet smelling package of plastic wrapped crackers.
The next day found me once again as it has always done despite my efforts and I awoke with adventure resting quietly in my bed. I cried to myself and whispered to her, "Out you harlet, begone from my world and leave me to my rotting flesh!" She would have none of it and sent me on my way. Sitting a top my desk was the newly printed scribbles I fathomed just the night before. These words of wisdom would need or rather yearned to be heard in the morning meeting of waking stars. Quickly, I packed the days order labeled "Office Supplies" into my bag. With that I marched quickly away and hid for a time on the chariot of mass transportation to work.
I arrived at my desk moments later and let out a sigh of relief as I knew no adventure dare follow me to this cubicle of sanctity. Just then my task master computer whirred to life and produced an array of colors and text. Hypnotized, I stood locked in battle with my foe the monitor. Tis true, the better part of the day I spent in fierce competition. I did not sway, I did not fuss, but in the end the blasted rigging was today's victor. I dare not stray to far, but in vengeful agony I took those words it spewed and onto a cdr I laid them to rest. A grave I did prepare that morning and it was true bliss as it was laid upon a pocket in my laptop bag. "Your secrets, will be safe with me," I spoke sorely, but with a light over tone of reverence.
With that me and prescious flew to lunch with arms of wax wings and propulsion of far greater power then any air vessel. We ate in solitude this day and talked non-chalantly for a time. Still, my own whimisical musings could not help to cope with idle hands. Soft, brown, delicious paper napkins did find their way to me. I peered to my left and peered to my right. Not a soul watched as I gave them to my prescious. A grin swepted across my face as I left the bell's of taco. Once again, on this day I reclaimed my right as the victor and for that fortune I did thank the lord.
Returning to the office I could think of nothing but slumber. I wanted no further part of this adventure. Completely exhausted I was once again returned to the prison of youth. My cubicle dwelling did call t
"You should always go to other people's funerals; otherwise, they won't come to yours." -- Yogi Berra
you really need a girlfriend.
perpetually dwelling in the -1 pits