I am an idiot, part 37

For the past few weeks, I have been Unable to Make Cake. This is because my recipe book went missing in the move, and though I've looked everywhere, it's patently not turning up. I have been able to make pretzels, because I know that recipe off by heart, and that's been it.

Well, yesterday I realised that all the recipes I use are typed up on the laptop, and my recipe book is just a paper copy. And it was the work of minutes to plug the laptop into the printer and print out a new copy, even after I'd wrestled with Windows to get the two things talking. Doh. I suck.

fridge poetry (some of it obscene)

Now that our wireless network is working (thanks to hatter, and no thanks to Richard who set it up then buggered off to France, I can post a report of the strangeness on our fridge. We have, btw, Thinkgeek "geek" and "sci fi" magnetic poetry, hence the "interesting" vocabulary.

untitled, by meeping:
her enormous compiler must go squish
as it has no backbone and a delicate controller
but she can sleep as she is a hacker woman
conjure ing random cracker code and elaborate warez
her mission vaporize ing luser lifeform s in cyberspace
who contaminate telnet with dangling hairy monkey finger s

wuzzie gets his own back on the people who think sysadmins aren't important:
delete faulty user
kill him with a regexp
root nuke s the lamer
sync
logout

a communal effort at sub-freezepop lyrics, which I can't help trying to sing to the tune of "Lucretia" by the SOM:
we are programming an echo
see zero mass guru drive by
you want banish crash spray
swim in meteorite core

( It gets worse: obscene, and frankly scatalogical (you've been warned)... )