Breasts aren’t generally on my mind. I wasn’t always in this frame of mind. If a story about bras isn’t for you, there’s no need to read on.

The word brassiere and bra have a different feel. Brassiere seems so 19^th century with visions of formality: ladies in corsets etc. “Bra” (short for brassiere) is so modern and bland. There must be a better name? Over the shoulder boulder holder is good but so passé .

When I was young lass… Continue reading ‘Bra-vado’

We all have our neurotic pet peeves. Luke’s main peeve is the noise which emanates from the computers. For years, I had a really noisy graphics card that chapped Luke’s thighs (not literally). The thing just wouldn’t stop *wrrrrrr*ing. Of course, I didn’t notice. I mean, I could hear it, but I just drowned it out with the soothing sounds of Weird Al Yankovic. Luke, however, couldn’t stand it. And the humming sidepanel fan didn’t help.

However, ever since a recent upgrade, my computer’s decibel level dropped considerably. So much so, that Luke’s computer became the noisier one. Finding that the noisiest part of his ‘puter was the CPU fan, he decided not to just hammer the final nail in the coffin of Sound, but he decided to drop a big heatsink on top of it to dissolve any chance of the lid being lifted.

Meaning. . . he bought a really *!sailor talk!* big heatsink. It even need bracing on the back of the motherboard to keep it from snapping.

I must say, it is quite quiet (though a cinder block would probably be cheaper, and just as effective and heavy). The heatsink would’ve done the trick. . . if I didn’t start constantly humming to make up for the lack of non-silence.