Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Incesto Italian Scorpio

Firestarter

In our office feverish activities. During the last regular meeting was announced that we have our technical department has already secured work for the next three years what many others less fortunate than we would like to hear. My desk, which is full of monitors, cables, keyboards and the telephone of this writing, a couple of days has a new prototype Panel PC on which I should develop a dedicated software application. Few minutes after the ignition of this prototype I noticed a strange phenomenon: the screen, occasionally goes out for a couple of seconds and then remains alone, as it was off. First I checked the cables and power supply, but found nothing unusual. Acted first, the second shake, the phenomenon does not occur. For a while, 'I'm going to work on the application and ignore the problem.

Meanwhile back from the table of my colleague James who works at the desk in front
"Ah, now is the prototype of the monitor ... does it work?" he says. Feel the touch screen vain, I had turned off to connect the mouse. The screen in the meantime no longer had problems so the overall impression is good. But as James sits at the desk ... zot! ... black screen for two seconds.
"uFFFF ... that sucks! Did it again," he snapped. Actually I blurted out in a more colorful, but the meaning is.
"He did what?" he asks.
"itself off and then comes back at random."
"It will be the power ..."
"No, no, look ..." again and move the cable in front of his eyes. To make the most convincing demonstration, the display will raise its medium improvised - a stack of books - and shake again. of the desktop Windows XP , with its mountainous backdrop is prominently displayed, clear and precise as a silkscreen. Support of the new display of the stack of books and James beat a fist against the desk.
"Now? It redone?
"No"
him away from his desk and pushes back against me, bumping.
"Now?"
"Nothing, nothing happens!"
James gets up from the chair to reach across the desk, the screen goes dark.
"Stop!" - I say - "He did it now!" but as he proceeded towards me, the display was again restored.
"Try to sit back in your place." He smiled and sat down again.
"Now get up!" and he stands up, but nothing happens.
"not enough" - I say - "you have to move. Getting up and coming toward me."
Ride, but it's like I said. E as a sign of coming towards me, the screen goes dark again for two seconds.
This time I laugh, too.
"It 's obvious James. It' s all your fault, you must have a force field, a sort of aura ..."
"The aura of bad luck ..." I echoed by a colleague who had heard our conversation
"What is happening?" demand for our boss, who meanwhile had caught from behind. The monster display and summarize briefly the issue and progress of our investigations in this regard.
"Try again, James," she says. James sits at his desk again and then gets up again. Just enough time to take a step and the display goes dark again. Our leader has his own theory:
"Test again ... "and Giacomo Garibaldi obeys. He gets up, takes the first step towards me ...
" FREEZE! "intimate his head. The display is still off and on again. James ago the beautiful statue standing next to his chair. The leader explains his theory:
"It must be one brick" - the box says, pointing to the floating floor that acts as a pedestal for the statue - "probably go down there and the power cables someone makes contact with the support of the tile "
" But it just turns off the display "- objective -" everything else, my laptop , minitower this one and the same motherboard of the prototype are lit! "
" The laptop does not count, he has his battery "- answered -" perhaps the hole is very short supply and the power of the minitower and prototype motherboard fail to cover the hole with no effects, while that of the display no. "
The explanation seems convincing. James starts bouncing on the tile to stimulate the phenomenon.
" That's good, dance the dance of the brick ... "suggests that James the usual witty colleague. But the display remains impassive and running. The head of salt on the tile he, too, but even the two weights together can reproduce the phenomenon.
The issue had meanwhile taken a grotesque appearance, other colleagues who worked in the same open space began to take an interest in the matter, including heads of other offices.
"For me it's something in your chair, James. Maybe you have a sensor under the load cell ass ... ... wait, I try to sit" - I say - "Gods you come here to see the display" and how to approach me, back off.
"No, no, it is tied to the movement, were now standing." I try to sit still and get up from her chair, but James does not detect any effect on the display. And when we return to our seats, James sits down again and the display turns off. In the meantime it's
Project Engineer who had called for the development of the prototype. Intrigued by the cluster of eggheads that had formed around our desks, asks:
"It 's got your prototype?" says, pointing to our heads. He shows him the motherboard turned on my desk - "and that is the display ... you get the right time" and laughs in his sleeve that did not.
"Why are you laughing?" What? " calls on the EP. And yet another summary of the previous installments. "But apart from this little problem that we are investigating, everything else is fine ... and this is just a prototype, we need to develop but will never be mounted on a train."
"And so, just not to sit James on one of those trains, and the problem does not arise." I conclude from the hilarity General.
The arrival of the lunch break, causing the dissolution of the knot, which now lacked only the CEO. I'm left almost alone, at your desk, eating my snack. Almost, because the spiritual connection he has remained well.
"Anyway ..." - He says - "... the electrical system of this office has something strange ... strange turns of the masses ... do not you ever tell James? Every time I put my phone in office, its laptop displays "Connecting to the LAN performed, 100Mbit" even though he was logged on for quite a while ... and only on HIS laptop ... "
And after you add this further element of irrationality, neglect investigations. For now, the case remains shrouded in mystery.



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