tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261151942024-03-12T22:25:03.997-07:00Kludge SpotDoing my part to keep the Internet weird!Peter Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103156220017676316noreply@blogger.comBlogger705125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26115194.post-47873717227507456072014-10-27T07:34:00.000-07:002014-10-27T16:40:04.092-07:00ExceptionalismSherlock and Mycroft are brothers, both are exceptional but as in life, one candle outshines the other. Throughout their childhood one was always more capable, more insightful and more observing than the other. That's right, Sherlock was always second fiddle.
For those of you not familiar with the Sherlock Holmes stories, allow me to shed a little light. Sherlock's brother appeared in a couple Peter Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103156220017676316noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26115194.post-51496612650821259862014-07-31T10:20:00.001-07:002014-07-31T10:25:43.782-07:00Going Out on a Limb
My Colored Pencil Ring
It's official I'm an Internet woodworker now. I've learned the secret handshake and I've been accepted into the clan. I'm still an extra help assistant to the junior under secretary of new arrivals but I'm in. There are loads of very talented woodworkers who post amazing projects every week on YouTube. To even get a comment on my project from one of them feels good. Peter Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103156220017676316noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26115194.post-36533234624471219782014-02-05T14:40:00.000-08:002014-02-05T14:40:35.985-08:00Muffin Balls: The Manifesto
There are few things in life as frustrating as paying money for an inconvenience. Not only paying money for it but being told that it is not an inconvenience but rather a benefit. In fact you should not be resentment of this annoyance, but rather embrace it as a boon. I cannot think of a better example of this than muffin balls.
Thomas English Muffins are exquisite, but I hate them. They tastePeter Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103156220017676316noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26115194.post-76880220324797824502013-10-23T09:20:00.002-07:002013-10-23T09:20:58.545-07:008 Years & Counting"Peter if you find yourself in the same job after 5 years you have to stop and ask yourself, 'Why are you still here?'"
Chris Robertson was the first IT boss I ever had. He loved to talk, he could type 90+ words per minute and he had me convinced that IP Subneting was the hardest thing I would ever have to learn.
His theory was simple on jobs though, "In IT we aren't in it for the long haul. Peter Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103156220017676316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26115194.post-13340788617629675252013-10-15T10:34:00.000-07:002013-10-15T10:34:40.793-07:00Peoms Composed in Training"The world is in the glovebox,"
I postulate to my peer
His eyes were wide and bright
Expecting something wise
"Scratch that," I said
The glovebox is full of Starbucks napkins.
-Peter Brown 2013
"I murdered something beautiful!"
I shouted down the hall
The placid gaze from wife and child
Proved that they were confused
I killed a moth with pretty wings
I smashed it on the wall
It was only Peter Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103156220017676316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26115194.post-29991229090401000842013-08-05T11:43:00.001-07:002014-07-31T10:28:25.569-07:00Stalking Minotaur'sI used to love stalking minotaurs. There was a certain patch of earth not far from my house where one could test their mettle against that voracious beast. As you lay there on your belly, inching ever closer, you could hear the sound of their hot breath as they guarded their plunder. The steady clomping of their hooves tapping out a warning cadence to any would be harassers.
"This way is Peter Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103156220017676316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26115194.post-57573359836227029092013-05-02T17:04:00.000-07:002013-05-02T17:15:13.757-07:00Confessions of an Agressive DriverI hate the way you drive. It actually makes me crazy. I think you're stupid, incapable and slow. If you are in my way, you are nothing more than an imbecile who I would gladly do away with if the missile launch button glued to my steering wheel was anything more than wishful thinking. I confess, I am an aggressive driver. I'm a full throttle, bumper sucking, loud mouthed, road hog. I also know Peter Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103156220017676316noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26115194.post-54106434703478185572013-04-23T17:43:00.001-07:002013-04-23T17:43:50.082-07:00I remember when...
Watermelons had seeds
Televisions had dials
Streets had payphones
Computers had floppies
Supermarkets had arcade games
Only doctors or drug dealers had pagers
No one had a cellular phone
People wore tube socks
I made my girlfriend a mix tape
VCRs were amazing
Costco clerks read off the SKU numbers
Stores called the bank when you wrote a check
Macy's used a carbon machine on your credit card
Peter Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103156220017676316noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26115194.post-53117997192493668782013-02-11T17:56:00.000-08:002013-02-11T18:09:17.942-08:00Monday's PassingI just had a very good Monday. I came in to work today, wondering what I was going to be doing, and ended up spending 8 hours shooting trouble on an elusive issue. At 4:16 the solution was acquired and the inevitable clarity of hindsight clicked into place. I looked up and realized that I had consumed 1 liter of coffee, a banana, a smoothie and most of my day. I found that I was completely happy.Peter Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103156220017676316noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26115194.post-69364756618604670172013-01-30T10:11:00.004-08:002013-01-30T10:25:47.286-08:00My last 5 Facebook PostsConsidering how few amusing things I've generated in the last 2 months, I thought you all might appreciate something...
Dec 25:
So, everyone's phone is off, I'm standing in the rain locked outside of my empty house with no keys, and I need to use "the facilities". Making Christmas memories...
Jan 2:
I cannot stop overeating. Luckily my pants are now so tight I'm getting light headed and mightPeter Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103156220017676316noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26115194.post-62647044465206877022012-12-06T12:38:00.000-08:002013-08-05T17:50:49.158-07:00Critial Errors Invites Kludge Spot OverGentle Reader;
I received a guest blogging invitation from my friend Andy over at his review blog, Critical Errors. Considering that I haven't been blogging here, I jumped at the chance to force my hand at writing something.
I was asked to do a Christmas themed review post. I decided on a review of snow. So, I encourage you to drop in an have a look!
Hopefully that jump start will help Peter Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103156220017676316noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26115194.post-30641518815713497872012-12-05T10:33:00.001-08:002012-12-05T11:10:07.679-08:00For the Love of Ants
What could be more noble than an ant? What creature could be a better example of what is right and good in the world? What person can not say that the studious, devoted, hard working ant was anything but the best that the insect world could create?
They aren't slimy like a worm. They aren't poisonous like a millipede. They don't consume their spouses like a preying mantis. They don't sting Peter Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103156220017676316noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26115194.post-8943142553689809912012-11-26T17:08:00.001-08:002012-11-27T10:57:13.639-08:00The Mayans Were RightI have been neglecting my blog, not because I have nothing to say, but because I cannot think of anything amusing. The truth is lately I've been rather depressed. As far as I'm concerned 2012 has lived up to all its dire predictions and I will not be the least surprised if the world came to a fiery end before I complete this posting.
March 2012
Dear Diary,
I have to admit, I'm feeling pretty Peter Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103156220017676316noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26115194.post-5166855333179576712012-09-19T10:13:00.005-07:002012-09-20T09:00:01.098-07:00Another Day At The OfficeAs I sit here in my office staring at quad core computers, large LCD monitors, high end speakers, company laptops and friendly office white boards all I can think is, "I really want to steal something!" Must be September 19th again...
Pirates are a free and happy bunch. Back in a time when men in powdered wigs, breeches, high heels and ruffled collars ruled the land what was a free thinker to doPeter Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103156220017676316noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26115194.post-87877776649809780622012-09-04T12:57:00.006-07:002012-09-04T16:11:19.874-07:005 Haiku's: Buffalo Wing RegretWings of buffaloWhy do you torture me so?I love to hate youWings of buffaloWhen will you ever let me go?My belly begs for deathWings of buffaloOh spices you burn my tongueThen tush as you goWings of buffaloMy toilet is quite displeasedI need more CloroxWings of buffaloI'm sure I'll never have againUntil the next time -Peter Brown 2012Peter Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103156220017676316noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26115194.post-29027988135678713792012-08-29T07:42:00.001-07:002012-08-29T07:42:57.382-07:00Seriously...Peter Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103156220017676316noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26115194.post-56604707654889984202012-07-03T17:14:00.000-07:002012-07-03T17:16:00.427-07:00Servicing The Car: Confessions of a Geek.
My truck has been making this funny noise for a while now. I really really really need to take it in for a service check but I hate doing it. Every time I turn my truck in for service I'm at the mercy of some who knows I don't have a clue.
So I'll call up and say, "Yes, my car is making a funny noise"
"Right. Bring her in!"
Obviously they cannot diagnose funny noises over the phone, that's Peter Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103156220017676316noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26115194.post-29978379039035584902012-07-02T13:47:00.001-07:002012-07-02T15:19:24.911-07:00You Made Me Fat: A Blog of BlameI started a new blog project. Something for the emotional binge eaters who need a need a platform for anonymous confession.
You Made Me Fat Confessions of emotional eaters: A cathartic blog of blame.
In my mind this is a place for people to share what stresses or joys have led to a more full figure. I of course will be adding my own revelations but will also be taking Peter Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103156220017676316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26115194.post-33002396185585591192012-06-26T15:56:00.004-07:002012-06-27T07:44:27.357-07:00Giving Myself An UlcerI'm giving myself an ulcer. It's an early birthday present. I haven't done anything nice for me in a while and thought maybe I should correct that. So this is what I came up with. Loads of unnecessary stomach acid churned with my doubt, anxiety and penchant for eating away all my troubles. A truly unique present, that is presently always present.
So... We bought our house in January of 2005. Peter Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103156220017676316noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26115194.post-66775939849403860452012-06-14T12:03:00.001-07:002012-06-14T12:03:57.810-07:00Bridge Sreet Re-vistedI'm re-vising one of my all time favorite posts. I got this crazy idea one day and it just sort of became this. Since there are so many new followers here, this should be something new for you... Enjoy!
"I said take Washburn Ave."
"I don't want to take Washburn, I want to take Bridge."
"Steve, you can't get to Madison from Bridge."
"Molly, I've been going Bridge to Madison for ten years, willPeter Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103156220017676316noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26115194.post-62221698970246500792012-06-12T08:16:00.001-07:002012-06-12T08:26:44.332-07:00Giving Away The Internets
Such a strange new world we find ourselves in. Something that was once a sought after commodity is now cheap currency on the world market. It used to be that the thing itself was worth something, but now everyone is just giving it away.
When did we start giving away the Internet? Who decided that we couldn't charge for this anymore? Why is everyone convinced that free Internet is what we need Peter Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103156220017676316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26115194.post-73538515653628160372012-05-21T14:02:00.001-07:002012-05-21T14:04:18.537-07:00Stealer Wheel Screwed My AlgorithmApparently, adding Stealer Wheel to your Pandora stations is equivalent to flipping the "please play some crazy crap" toggle.
No, Pandora I don't want to listen to TeddyBears or Butthole Surfers...Peter Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103156220017676316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26115194.post-69292128758869232662012-05-03T11:32:00.001-07:002012-05-03T12:02:44.334-07:00Wireless Installation
Working in a small IT shop affords many benefits. One of the best is being able to perform so many different jobs. Today I found myself installing new wireless access points in one of our buildings.
These are little square devices that connect to the metal frameworks that support false ceilings. It allowed me to learn a couple of things.
1. Ceiling tiles are evil
2. People love to watch otherPeter Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103156220017676316noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26115194.post-32629471994778958962012-05-02T08:46:00.003-07:002012-05-02T08:48:51.833-07:00PunsYes the second lowest form of humor (just over slapstick) is on KludgeSpot. Enjoy!
I changed my i Pod name to Titanic. It's syncing now.
When chemists die, they barium.
Jokes about German sausage are the wurst.
A soldier who survived mustard gas and pepper spray is now a seasoned veteran.
I know a guy who's addicted to brake fluid. He says he can stop any time.
How does Moses make his tea? Peter Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103156220017676316noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26115194.post-59324073362377328982012-04-24T12:21:00.002-07:002012-04-24T12:22:14.670-07:00Kludge Klassic: A Sneaker SuspicionI was sitting comfortably at my desk, earning my living, when something tickled my ankle bone. This unknown then began to work its way down between my shoe and foot towards my sole. There was only the thin cotton of my sock protecting me from this unknown thing. I looked, very calmly down at my shoe, and didn’t see anything. There could be no real doubt about it though, there is something in my Peter Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103156220017676316noreply@blogger.com2