This abuse of my hearing has been going on all week thanks to the "Blaster" worm and it's half-brother "Nachi.". The traffic rates at a campus soar skyward and the network management system loses contact with the firewall so I get paged, then the traffic dies down enough that contact is re-established and I get paged again. I'm honestly dreading the next time the phone beeps at me because I may very well try to drown it in my fish tank out of simple frustration. Of course, like so many other things in this world if I were to do what I think I might I would be presented with a trade-off: On one hand the phone would be silent because it would be waterlogged and dead -- I would be honestly surprised if it ever turned on again. On the other hand if I were to do that I would be left with the problem of how to explain away my cell phone's unexpected bath to the various managers at the office.
I wonder if I could claim that Ra knocked it in by accident. You wouldn't mind taking the fall for me on this would you, kitty cat?
Nothing makes a sound in the night like the wind does
