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  2. martin

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    At least you're all persevering.
  3. Boogerhead

    Woah News

    Galapagos gonna Galapagos...
  4. heavyboots

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    OK, I launched that but promptly discovered that I have no idea what the ATM code is NOR any idea how to get the hell back out of the ATM code screen, lol.
  5. db

    What are YOU reading?

    Thanks @Psychophant!
  6. Boogerhead

    Write Something

    Santa Steve has a stalker. As the holidays approach, the store builds out "Santaland", and a store Santa poses for pictures and listens to the litany of things children want from him. As Santa needs breaks, and sleep, the store actually hired like 12 Santas. Santa Joe, Santa Brian, Santa Steve, Santa Chris, Santa Tom, you get the pattern. These guys would come back every year from November through Christmas to play Santa. Thing is, they're individuals, and underneath the beard and suit, can be recognized. Apparently, the year before I was hired, a certain middle-aged white lady had taken a liking to Santa Steve. Santa Steve didn't tell us about her when he started the next year. Probably because he didn't really think the lady would come back a year later and recognize him. Santa Steve was wrong. I don't know when she first showed up, but Steve did. At first, she'd stand across the street and peer in through the window. After a few days of spotting her outside, Santa Steve called in to LP about his stalker. It's not that she really frightened him, but anyone goofy enough to stalk a store Santa might also be goofy enough to bring some sort of weapon with them. He pointed her out from our office, on the video cameras. We got the pictures and started a file. Santa Steve didn't know her name, so we had very little information to operate on. Eventually Santa Steve's stalker came into Santaland, and it was on. As she had no children with her, her request to sit upon Santa Steve's lap was curtly denied. A call was placed to LP, and I responded. Having never addressed a stalker, I was unsure how to approach her. I felt she was probably not the most stable individual I was going to encounter, so kid gloves might be in order. She wound up being surprisingly compliant. I asked her if she had ever been trespassed from our property, and she answered honestly, that yes, she had. As the incident in question had occurred one year ago, and our standard trespass was two years, I gently reminded her that she was not allowed on our property for at least another year. I asked her to leave the property, and she did... but she came back every day until christmas. She never came back inside the store, but would stare at Santa Steve through the window for hours, or until LP told her to take a walk. Still, she made Santa Steve really nervous, so we escorted Santa from Santaland to the employee locker room, and to his car every night until christmas. I never did get a name out of her.
  7. Last week
  8. Boogerhead

    What are YOU reading?

    Having read all of Jack's books multiple times, I have come to the conclusion that the order is unimportant. By the time GGG happens, none of the chronology matters anyway.
  9. Boogerhead

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    Jeremy was special. I don't mean that in a sarcastic or ironic way. The kid was one of a kind. He had zero fucks to give, and got a laugh out of any reaction to his nonsense, good or bad. 5 foot 10ish, 16 year old African American who wore his hair au natural. The afro, besides looking swell, made him pretty easy to spot from afar. Jeremy was one of the rare repeat offenders who didn't have a favorite thing to steal. When I was still an ambassador, I had spotted Jeremy and called him out due to his erratic "shopping" method and furtive eyes. He'd palmed a watch on the Metro level, and had been wandering around the store leading a train of LP agents, ambassadors, and managers from the basement to the fourth floor. Still carrying the watch, (Diesel, $250.00) he entered the mens room. The assistant LP manager Ian and I followed him in just in time to see the stall door latch shut. Ian looked at me and shrugged. As he had left our sight, there was every reason to believe Jeremy had ditched the watch somewhere, so we quietly searched the bathroom while Jeremy was in the stall. As we looked, we began to hear metallic, banging sounds from within the stall. Jeremy was trying to get the electronic sensor off the watch, and having a hard time of it. Those things can be stubborn. The sounds convinced Ian and I that Jeremy had kept the watch, so we had the restroom "closed for maintenance", and we waited. After two or three minutes of clanging from within the stall, we heard a long rip augment the last clang, followed by a nearly psychotic giggle. Ian looks at me, raises an eyebrow, frowns. And the stall door clicks open and swings inward as Jeremy exits. As he sidles past us, we are dumbstruck by the fact that the Ralph Lauren pajama bottoms he is wearing are torn down the left leg from the hip to below the knee, and his junk is swinging freely. Kid is grinning like the Cheshire cat, almost daring us to apprehend. Since he hadn't left the store, and this was getting interesting, we just let him walk out of the restroom. Back down from the fourth floor, Jeremy is trying to ditch us on the escalator by running and passing people. ESA followed him on camera as he made his way all the way back to Metro level, menswear. Ian and I caught up as Jeremy was selecting an exact duplicate pair of the $45.00 Ralph Lauren pajama bottoms he'd ruined upstairs. Jeremy went into the fitting room, Ian and I waited outside. Jeremy changed into the new bottoms, leaving his old ones on the floor and pocketing the de-sensored watch. Finally, Jeremy exited the fitting room and I went in to look for anything he might have left. As Jeremy passed Ian, he pulled the watch out of his pocket and placed it on the cash wrap as he passed it on his way toward our 6th Avenue doors. While I was in the fitting room, I noticed something in the back pocket of the pajama bottoms Jeremy had traded up for. The screwball had left his wallet in the fitting room, containing his ID and about 60 dollars. Ian was following Jeremy up the staircase to the door when I caught up and handed Jeremy's wallet to him. Jeremy was pushing the door open when Ian lunged at him, causing him to bolt across the street. Ian stopped and yelled, "Don't you want your wallet, Jeremy?" Jeremy looked back over his shoulder as he ran, but didn't slow a bit.
  10. Psychophant

    What are YOU reading?

    According to him (we had a discussion in the old board, now lost): And (a potentially useful note here), in rereading my books (or at this point reading them) in one massive draught, read them in this order if you want them to make the most (or any) sense: RANDOM ACTS OF SENSELESS VIOLENCE, HEATHERN, AMBIENT, TERRAPLANE, ELVISSEY, and GOING, GOING, GONE. My Russian novel, LET's PUT THE FUTURE BEHIND US, can be read whenever you want to read it independent of anything else.
  11. editengine

    what are YOU lookin' at?

    The Umbrella Academy Without spoiling anything I enjoyed everything until the last episode, and then it kind of fell apart on me.
  12. db

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    You can play it on your now computer too! https://www.myabandonware.com/game/neuromancer-pt
  13. Boogerhead

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    Wow. 30 year old mac running a copy of "Neuromancer" videogame. and I see Mr. G responded in the comments...
  14. Boogerhead

    what are YOU lookin' at?

    They can release this as many times as they want, and I will always watch it. One of the best stories ever told, and this release comes out on my birthday.
  15. heavyboots

    what are YOU lookin' at?

    I'm on 8 of 10 of The Umbrella Academy and loving it so far! Like X-Men meets The Royal Tanenbaums, lol.
  16. xen0phile

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    No, to be clear, this was on my own LAN, haha.
  17. StageDrifter

    what are YOU lookin' at?

    Saw the Wandering Earth (subtitled, Chinese - Mandarin) on a 'Regal' theater big screen, much better than say on a (pirate) backscreen. Space exploration, but also a disaster movie. Cool thoughts. I think intellectuals would find this movie worth the time.
  18. db

    What are YOU reading?

    Me too! Managed to finish Heathern--I'd started a couple of times and never got far enough to get situated, but obv our friend Jack Womack can write. Now I have to figure out the chronological next one.
  19. db

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    Please don't break the board!
  20. Boogerhead

    Write Something

    "97, male. Blue jeans, black hoody. Mariners trident tattoo on his neck. Selected a Kenzo backpack, heading toward Pine West." And thus I became aware of Brandon. Brandon was a heavy hitter meth head used to come up from south seattle every day. Kid liked designer, whatever it was. The Kenzo backpack he'd just selected carried a $500.00 price tag, and he was heading straight for the door like he owned it. I'd heard the call while I was in an elevator coming down to the first floor in the backstock area. I came out of the elevator flying, and caught sight of him as I came out of the backstock area. One thing I'd been told about Brandon was that he enjoys fighting. He looks for a reason to throw punches. I am not that way. I like to talk, and am kinda ok at it. Rather than rush the kid straight on, I came up from behind at a walking pace, and said at a conversational and friendly tone, "You know they don't want you in here, right Brandon?". By using his name, I had told him that I was working as LP for the store, and I knew he was on trespass. He looked at me and kept walking. "Hey, Brandon... Can I get that bag?" This actually gives him pause. He turns around, slides the backpack down one arm and catches it before it slides off. "This MY bag." At least he's using words. "Nah, man. I got video of you pulling that off a mannequin downstairs." He looks at me, looks at the backpack. "Don't want this thing any fuckin' way." And throws it back into the store before he walks out onto the street. $500.00 recovery, trespass reminder.
  21. Boogerhead

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    'Cappy' was an older, white female. By older, I mean not in her twenties like Tabitha or Elissa. Cappy was mid fifties, maybe. Not quite a transient, but if she walked into a four star restaurant, they probably wouldn't seat her for an hour or so. Cappy dressed as inconspicuous as she could, it's just that all her garments were quite threadbare and stained. Looked fine from 50 feet, but at 5 the facade fell apart. Still, the only monkey on Cappy's back was a sad little alcoholic. I'd watched Cappy get arrested three or four times before I had a chance to introduce myself. She favored cosmetics. Skin creams, fillers, couple fragrances. Nothing huge, but consistent and repeated. That shit gets really tiresome. It's actually insulting after a while. Anyway, my friend and fellow agent Lacey had called Cappy out over the radio, having spotted her in cosmetics, or 'cosmo', as we called it. Cappy had selected and concealed her make-up, and was making her way toward our Ebar, where she planned on exiting through, out into the street. So I went outside and waited, listening to Lacy narrate Cappy's moves. I was away from the cafe windows on the Pine Street corner, so Cappy wouldn't see me, and Lacey was following pretty far back because Cappy knew her. As Cappy hit the door, Lacey gave the green-light and I came around the corner just in time to hold the door open for Cappy as Lacey came up from behind. We allowed Cappy to cross the threshold before Lacey grabbed her. Cappy tried to break away from Lacey so I let go of the door and grabbed her other arm. She was pissed, and let me know it by stomping on my foot. I smiled as she looked through her own tears and into my eyes. The dumbass had just bruised her heel on my steel toes. Gotta love them Bellevue ST800's. Cappy limped back as we escorted her to the detention room in handcuffs. Prior incidents, she had attacked Lacey with an umbrella. She spits, scratches, slaps, and all of it is ineffectual. Considering the make up she stole never did a thing for her appearance, she is another one of those folks that just steal for attention. Me? I'd get a hobby.
  22. xen0phile

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    I'M HACKING TEH GIBSON
  23. xen0phile

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    Running Kali off of a pen drive on one machine, doing Wireshark on my Wifi, while I log onto the WGB on another. Seeing if, like, I can see my password in plain text, and such. I guess you could say...
  24. gil

    What are YOU reading?

    I have also started Infomocracy . Like WG's The Peripheral it's hard to see what's going on for the first 50 pages, which is no bad thing. Unlike Gibson, I am not cpmpelled with the quality of the writing, but, hey, it's well recommended by Wigbers, so I shall keep going. It's astonishing how little time I have for reading. Historically, I'd read 3 to four books a week. Now, I'm struggling to read 30 or 40 pages.
  25. xen0phile

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  26. Psychophant

    What are YOU reading?

    Started Infomocracy, but work, traveling and housework is cutting in my read time. I am currently worried someone at Google could be considering it a strategic plan... I have not yet started with Killing Commendatore, but read a mini-format Murakami's short story, Birthday Girl. Unusual in having a female main character, it is interesting but extremely short. I also squeezed in Dave Hutchinson's novella Acadie, a classical hard sci fi with a twist. I was wishing it wre a full novel instead, till the twist shows why it was a one-off, and yet it makes it much more credible. Recommended.
  27. Psychophant

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    We saw Alita last Sunday. Quite good as a spectacle. The kind of movie you need to see in a cinema. I liked most of the cyber, and how she really behaves as a teenager with berserk tendencies. I never was in the anime/manga, so I cannot say how it rates. At home mostly series, most of them old. I just finished with Justified (almost jumped the shark but managed to end with dignity), and now alternating the 3rd season of True Detective with Northern Exposure in DVD. I am a bit down with Counterpart, as I liked the first season but not so much the new one.
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