March 27th, 2006

pretty monkey

iPod Commercial

The server room is a great little place.

I'm building a machine back there, in the middle of these racks of humming servers - so naturally I've got the iPod on. As happens when I'm listening to music all by myself - I started rockin' out. I was watching a screen load, and I start ... you know, just dancing. Like you used to do in front of the mirror in your Mom's house when you were in your room alone. Just getting down, you know? What can I say, it's a good tune, I'm by myself - I just feel like moving and shakin' it.

And then someone came in, I saw the door open out of the corner of my eye, so I stop dancing and stand in front of the keyboard crashcart like the sober, responsible, mature system administrator that is my secret identity. And the guy just stands in the middle of the aisle and gives me the hairy eyeball for a second, so I give him a little "Hey, howzit?" wave. And he just points over his head.

To the camera.

Oh, I am such a pretty, pretty monkey.