So as I logged off for the afternoon to come down and write, in comes the announcements that three more updates are needed on my work laptop. These updates aren't managed by Bob Newhart. Bobby Knight or some other maniacal, intense person, is directing these. "You have to do this. Now. You understand? Do it. Don't fuck it up."

And you know it's not going to be a fun one when the update's prelude begins with a treatise on the need for corporate computer security, links to corporate policies, and a warning that, "This is best with hard connections to the ethernet from a campus location."  They gave us a tool, too, to use in the steps involved, which depend upon what OS ou're running.

Oh, joy, is my first thought, followed by the second, what campus location would that be? They're all hours away from me. 

Naturally, I'm going to ah, yeah, I'm going to ah, I'm going to do that, ah, as soon as, ah, as soon as, ah, possible. 

Yeah.