pantsless computer operating!

When Argo shut down, they let me take my work computer off their hands in exchange for a couple of my last days' work. It's been sitting in my bedroom for a few weeks now and I've finally decided it's time to do something about that. (I've gotten really excited by a project at work and I want to try practicing some of it at home, and that wants some of the tools on the ex-work computer not my slow darling laptop.)

I feel ridiculously over-computered. =/

I dragged the old white monitor out from under the encroaching pile of papers, and bumped my laptop from its bedside table to on top of the bookshelf. I had to transfer several cords to the other-side-of-the-bed power strip to make this feasible, which involves some clambering. Then I plug the essentials in, check that the power-strip's in the on position, and fire him up! (My work computer's name is Sideshow Bob, he's not a "her".)

Soon enough, lights are glowing... but no-one's home.

Sad. I'll skip the symptoms and what I tried and jump ahead to where I call my good friend Ph. to ask for some clue. He figures out right quick what's wrong and talks me thru dealing with it. "And I did it without the benefit of a computer -- or pants!" he cheers.

That's right, I apparently caught my buddy as he was changing from his work clothes, and he hadn't progressed from that stage.

This cracks me up, because -- remember when I mentioned the clambering? -- I'd also been in nice pants and to avoid stretching any seams during clambering, had temporarily removed them. It's a pantsless club!

:-D

In conclusion, ’Bob is working now, and I'm in a skirt.