I’m still trying to sort out my machine that toasted in the old place. So after the unsuccessful run with a new processor over the weekend I got myself a cheap shit motherboard. Fingers crossed.
On the way over to SLS I took the train and as usual there was some tool mad to tramp over me trying to get through me. In fairness, I should probably take it as a compliment to my recent, small, weight loss that the fucker thinks he can walk through me. I wasn’t in great humour so I decided I wasn’t having any of it and held my ground – inertia helps on that. So then he tried to walk over my foot – pulled back and then swept the foot in a la Keano. A dirty look and the message was delivered: rise up ye downtrodden ang mohs :)