This morning we have a network outage at work, and none of the computers in this room can talk to the network.
Except, for some undoubtedly bizarre reason, mine, which is perfectly all right.
I fear I'm not going to get to stay sitting at it for very long; one colleague has already tried to kick me off so he could check an ‘urgent’ email, and I strongly suspect others will be doing similar sorts of things soon enough.
(Mind you, this kind of makes up for yesterday. Yesterday we had a three-second power cut and all the machines rebooted; everyone else's was fine after it came back up, but mine stopped talking to its trackball for several hours. Karma is very quick these days.)
"I'm composing emails for when I can send them"
"I'm catching up on some off-line work I'd got behind on"
"Since I can't work, I'm writing a novel"
"No, that clicking noise is my geiger counter, not my computer"
G: *clicks very slowly*
P: BTW, when should we be worried?
T: Well, if the first three digits were whirring faster than you can see, Icertainly start thinking of leaving the room.
P: What's the next sample?
T: *holds metal to geigercounter*
G: *first three digits were whirring faster than you can see*
T: What's wrong?
P: Uh, um, I know that *can't* be dangerous or you wouldn't be holding it, but, uh, you did say that, uh,...
T: Doh! It's only scary if everywhere in the room's like that.
T: *moves metal 1/2 cm away*
G: *stops*
Random small-world syndrome thing -- do you know Caroline Berry (wol)?
And yes, I do know wol :-)
Small world syndrome strikes again.