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Weblog | I don't like the word blog, it's ugly. Anyway, new content happens here. (Swedish dito)
About me and the site | Twenty-something male who likes text. Obsessed with things such as books, reality, communication, and one or two tv-shows.
Archives | Things written here since... well, 2001. Some of it is good, some is utter shait.
Books | Books read, not books written. So far I've struggled to maintain unpublished.
Photo | I like my camera and it likes me.
Links | Outwards, away, flee.
e-mail | J. Nicklas Andersson
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2003-06-24
Without any warning — because hey, it wanted to follow the old beaten path of tradition — my network interface card started to spread a smoke-like odour. At first, when I saw the smell I was worried that it could have been the CPU. But it wasn’t, thank God. Everything inside was pretty cool except for the NIC. Which smelled even worse than it did from the outside.
I don’t like when my electronic toys begin to smoke for no reason. It makes me uneasy. They shouldn’t do that.
In other unrelated news, Plank is a very nice man who knows what to offer persons in Buffy-withdrawal. (Eh? Nothing of that sort, it just involved a couple of cds.) Very nice. Send him gifts.
