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"Worked as an on-call computer tech for about a year, and I've seen some weird shit. Plenty of Hoarders, elderly men with interesting sexual fantasies, Multimillonaire Lawyers with closets full of gay porn, etc.
The weirdest one was this cool old dude who had retired and lived in a double-wide trailer in a fairly nice retirement trailer park. His house had one of those trains that traveled along the walls from room to room, occasionally poking through walls and such. The primary purpose of this train was to carry his bird (a blue macaw IIRC) around the house.
From his explanation, the bird had some birth defects and had difficulty flying, so they built the train for the bird to cruise around the house on.
This may not sound all that weird to you, but let me set the stage for you:
You're a college student removing a stupid browser hijack from some old guy's computer. You're nearly done with the job when you hear a clacking sound and look up to see a toy train crossing your vision. Aboard the train is a decently sized bird that makes eye contact with you and says 'choo choo motherfucker' before disappearing into the next room.
One of the most surreal moments of my life."
"Worked as an on-call computer tech for about a year, and I've seen some weird shit. Plenty of Hoarders, elderly men with interesting sexual fantasies, Multimillonaire Lawyers with closets full of gay porn, etc. The weirdest one was this cool old dude who had retired and lived in a double-wide trailer in a fairly nice retirement trailer park. His house had one of those trains that traveled along the walls from room to room, occasionally poking through walls and such. The primary purpose of this train was to carry his bird (a blue macaw IIRC) around the house. From his explanation, the bird had some birth defects and had difficulty flying, so they built the train for the bird to cruise around the house on. This may not sound all that weird to you, but let me set the stage for you: You're a college student removing a stupid browser hijack from some old guy's computer. You're nearly done with the job when you hear a clacking sound and look up to see a toy train crossing your vision. Aboard the train is a decently sized bird that makes eye contact with you and says 'choo choo motherfucker' before disappearing into the next room. One of the most surreal moments of my life."
"Worked as an on-call computer tech for about a year, and I've seen some weird shit. Plenty of Hoarders, elderly men with interesting sexual fantasies, Multimillonaire Lawyers with closets full of gay porn, etc.
The weirdest one was this cool old dude who had retired and lived in a double-wide trailer in a fairly nice retirement trailer park. His house had one of those trains that traveled along the walls from room to room, occasionally poking through walls and such. The primary purpose of this train was to carry his bird (a blue macaw IIRC) around the house.
From his explanation, the bird had some birth defects and had difficulty flying, so they built the train for the bird to cruise around the house on.
This may not sound all that weird to you, but let me set the stage for you:
You're a college student removing a stupid browser hijack from some old guy's computer. You're nearly done with the job when you hear a clacking sound and look up to see a toy train crossing your vision. Aboard the train is a decently sized bird that makes eye contact with you and says 'choo choo motherfucker' before disappearing into the next room.
One of the most surreal moments of my life."
"Worked as an on-call computer tech for about a year, and I've seen some weird shit. Plenty of Hoarders, elderly men with interesting sexual fantasies, Multimillonaire Lawyers with closets full of gay porn, etc. The weirdest one was this cool old dude who had retired and lived in a double-wide trailer in a fairly nice retirement trailer park. His house had one of those trains that traveled along the walls from room to room, occasionally poking through walls and such. The primary purpose of this train was to carry his bird (a blue macaw IIRC) around the house. From his explanation, the bird had some birth defects and had difficulty flying, so they built the train for the bird to cruise around the house on. This may not sound all that weird to you, but let me set the stage for you: You're a college student removing a stupid browser hijack from some old guy's computer. You're nearly done with the job when you hear a clacking sound and look up to see a toy train crossing your vision. Aboard the train is a decently sized bird that makes eye contact with you and says 'choo choo motherfucker' before disappearing into the next room. One of the most surreal moments of my life."
You're looking at the view from my front step. Essentially all you can see are power lines, or probably broadband lines coming to my house from a pole and green. So much green. All types of green. Green and mountains and more green. That green is trees, shrubs rampant grass, anything that can grow really because it is spring in Aotearoa. There's a city in that green with about 50 thousand people living in it but at this hour of the morning all I can hear are birds bellowing the morning into existence and a lone hen bok boking over its glorious egg-based victory so early in the morning. Why or how a hen decided to get down to business and clock on so early, we will never know. Hen logic is a totally separate type of logic. If you were to inhale while looking at all this green and the big blue sky overhead, you would probably sneeze because of all the flowering trees pollinating the place, then think that things smell very green.
You're looking at the view from my front step. Essentially all you can see are power lines, or probably broadband lines coming to my house from a pole and green. So much green. All types of green. Green and mountains and more green. That green is trees, shrubs rampant grass, anything that can grow really because it is spring in Aotearoa. There's a city in that green with about 50 thousand people living in it but at this hour of the morning all I can hear are birds bellowing the morning into existence and a lone hen bok boking over its glorious egg-based victory so early in the morning. Why or how a hen decided to get down to business and clock on so early, we will never know. Hen logic is a totally separate type of logic. If you were to inhale while looking at all this green and the big blue sky overhead, you would probably sneeze because of all the flowering trees pollinating the place, then think that things smell very green.
You're looking at the view from my front step. Essentially all you can see are power lines, or probably broadband lines coming to my house from a pole and green. So much green. All types of green. Green and mountains and more green. That green is trees, shrubs rampant grass, anything that can grow really because it is spring in Aotearoa. There's a city in that green with about 50 thousand people living in it but at this hour of the morning all I can hear are birds bellowing the morning into existence and a lone hen bok boking over its glorious egg-based victory so early in the morning. Why or how a hen decided to get down to business and clock on so early, we will never know. Hen logic is a totally separate type of logic. If you were to inhale while looking at all this green and the big blue sky overhead, you would probably sneeze because of all the flowering trees pollinating the place, then think that things smell very green.
You're looking at the view from my front step. Essentially all you can see are power lines, or probably broadband lines coming to my house from a pole and green. So much green. All types of green. Green and mountains and more green. That green is trees, shrubs rampant grass, anything that can grow really because it is spring in Aotearoa. There's a city in that green with about 50 thousand people living in it but at this hour of the morning all I can hear are birds bellowing the morning into existence and a lone hen bok boking over its glorious egg-based victory so early in the morning. Why or how a hen decided to get down to business and clock on so early, we will never know. Hen logic is a totally separate type of logic. If you were to inhale while looking at all this green and the big blue sky overhead, you would probably sneeze because of all the flowering trees pollinating the place, then think that things smell very green.