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--uys? Look, whatever you done did, it ain't funny okay? Guy gets outta the van once in awhile and his friends wanna play jokes? I can play jokes!
[This transmission is brought to you by one Alec Hardison, dressed in dark blue coveralls smattered with paint. The background suggests he is currently walking through the Cathedral and his face looks a good mix of confused, frustrated and a little bit scared.]
I'm not big on the social networking thing, not that all y'all's video blogs ain't great or anything. Just-- I'm okay if you wanna stop the joke here. Seriously. Hardison's had enough, now.
[He finds a pew and sits in it, setting his paint can and bag of brushes and what looks like other equipment entirely unnecessary for a painter to have next to him. Hardison's now mumbling to himself, though he's left his connection open just in case.]
Please tell me I'm not dead. Cause where I'm sitting in tells me I'm dead...
Hardison Tidbits
October 12th, 2009
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I am only marginally geek-savvy. Hardison, however, is a genius hacker. Here is where I'll keep simplified tidbits of info so that Hardison comes off a little more tech-savvy than unlocking his iPhone and voiding the warranty.
( Generic Hackery and canon reference: )
( WoW and other fun nerdraeg venues: )
( Polychromatic Notes )
I am only marginally geek-savvy. Hardison, however, is a genius hacker. Here is where I'll keep simplified tidbits of info so that Hardison comes off a little more tech-savvy than unlocking his iPhone and voiding the warranty.
( Generic Hackery and canon reference: )
( WoW and other fun nerdraeg venues: )
( Polychromatic Notes )
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musebysentence 1.8 - Love
July 18th, 2009
It won't be as easy as hacking into the President's blackberry, but I'm learning the patterns to her firewalls.
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May 31st, 2009
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"how's my driving?" |
Character-related Quality of writing Too geeky? Anything, anything, anything! |
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May 4th, 2009
Hardison leaned back in his brand new computer chair, studying the screen with extreme intensity. Nathan was sitting at the table across the room in order to give him space and time to do his thing, but Hardison wasn't sure he'd be able to pull this off in time. A drop of sweat formed on his forehead and travelled slowly down his nose, dangling at the tip before it splashed lightly onto his keyboard. The clicking of the mouse and keys sounded like Morse code, coming through with an urgent message.
"Come on, come on," Hardison willed his computer to move faster without much success.
"Four minutes," Nathan called out in warning. Hardison seemed to ignore it though his fingers flew even faster as images sped across his screens. He was biting his lip now.
"Oh, c'mon that ain't even right! Do you know who I am!?" He exclaimed, creasing his brow and rolling his eyes toward the ceiling in exasperation. "You can't just boot me like that, uh-uh! What? Oh hell no, I know you did not just call me rövhål! You're a rövhål you rövhål! I took a damn online course, I know what that gibberish means!" Hardison took a quick gulp of his orange energy drink before going back to work. He unplugged a device, crossed a few wires then plugged it back into the side of his open computer system. He grinned wide, cocky and nodded at the screen.
"One minute Hardison, then we're leaving without you!" Nathan warned one last time before getting up and moving to the fridge to put away his "soda" can, which was probably more alcohol than anything.
"All I need is 20 seconds, man. These guys will never know what hit them," he said assuredly before typing a few commands into the computer and flicking his mouse around the mouse pad. Hardison started laughing as his speakers pumped through victory music. He jumped up out of his seat, whooping and dancing in front of the screen. "Yeah! Now what!? You got no words now, baby. Who's the rövhål now!? I am the king of DotA, baby! Yeah!" His excitement carried him toward the kitchen where Nathan was waiting for him and looking at him like he was a crazy man.
"Didn't you just learn how to play that game over lunch?" Nathan asked as he led Hardison toward the front door.
"Hey now! It would've taken me less time if I wasn't so preoccupied with breaking through this Holland guy's extreme backdoor firewall security," Hardison replied, insulted but unwilling to let his excitement be squashed.
"Yeah, because I was commenting on how stupid you must be to take a few hours to learn a new game," Nathan said in anything but a serious voice. Hardison's ability to learn anything controlled by a computer might have scared him. A lot.
"Oh well, to you sure it don't seem like time at all. To me though? It's like learning how to open a soda can, baby. Easy as pie - though I accept your awe and the inspiration I instill in you," he said, cocky as ever. Age of the geek, baby, he thought to himself while throwing his laptop bag over his shoulder and following Nathan out.
"Come on, come on," Hardison willed his computer to move faster without much success.
"Four minutes," Nathan called out in warning. Hardison seemed to ignore it though his fingers flew even faster as images sped across his screens. He was biting his lip now.
"Oh, c'mon that ain't even right! Do you know who I am!?" He exclaimed, creasing his brow and rolling his eyes toward the ceiling in exasperation. "You can't just boot me like that, uh-uh! What? Oh hell no, I know you did not just call me rövhål! You're a rövhål you rövhål! I took a damn online course, I know what that gibberish means!" Hardison took a quick gulp of his orange energy drink before going back to work. He unplugged a device, crossed a few wires then plugged it back into the side of his open computer system. He grinned wide, cocky and nodded at the screen.
"One minute Hardison, then we're leaving without you!" Nathan warned one last time before getting up and moving to the fridge to put away his "soda" can, which was probably more alcohol than anything.
"All I need is 20 seconds, man. These guys will never know what hit them," he said assuredly before typing a few commands into the computer and flicking his mouse around the mouse pad. Hardison started laughing as his speakers pumped through victory music. He jumped up out of his seat, whooping and dancing in front of the screen. "Yeah! Now what!? You got no words now, baby. Who's the rövhål now!? I am the king of DotA, baby! Yeah!" His excitement carried him toward the kitchen where Nathan was waiting for him and looking at him like he was a crazy man.
"Didn't you just learn how to play that game over lunch?" Nathan asked as he led Hardison toward the front door.
"Hey now! It would've taken me less time if I wasn't so preoccupied with breaking through this Holland guy's extreme backdoor firewall security," Hardison replied, insulted but unwilling to let his excitement be squashed.
"Yeah, because I was commenting on how stupid you must be to take a few hours to learn a new game," Nathan said in anything but a serious voice. Hardison's ability to learn anything controlled by a computer might have scared him. A lot.
"Oh well, to you sure it don't seem like time at all. To me though? It's like learning how to open a soda can, baby. Easy as pie - though I accept your awe and the inspiration I instill in you," he said, cocky as ever. Age of the geek, baby, he thought to himself while throwing his laptop bag over his shoulder and following Nathan out.