August 24, 2004

Procrastination begone! Have trouble focusing on your work when there is the tempting, tempting lure of the Internet? Here is the solution to your problem. Until it loses your root password.

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posted by rodgerd 20 years ago
  • WHY CAN'T THEY HAVE THIS FOR WINDOWS??????? AHHH *has 100 pages of reading to do but instead has 10 open IE windows*
  • But that my entire job were done via something other than a database web portal...
  • Think about installing filter rules for squid that only allow you to authorised sites, shotsy.
  • But... I get my bosses' assignments via email... and send her and others PDFs for approval, back and forth... and use email for freelance jobs... and send finished files via the net... both at the office and at home... I... can't... log... off... /clutches ethernet and dialup cables, shrieks manically while glancing to all sides
  • I can understand the temptation to waste time on the job, but isn't this twelve degrees of extreme? Do people really have so little self-control?
  • In a word: Yes. *typing from library's information desk when she should be doing a dozen other things*
  • Anyone who felt they needed this and had the ability to get it configured and running would undoubtedly spend all their time trying to crack the random root password to turn the filters back off. I also have this little self control. Back when I used to at least try to put some effort in to my job, the best way for me to make significant progress on something in a short time was to take a laptop to a cafe, or any place with air conditioning and no network connections.
  • What is this "self control" of which you speak? *hunches obsessively over laptop*
  • heh. i'm supposed to be going to work and finishing my thesis, instead i'm browsing the list of "how to not be on the internet" posts here. frickin' irony...
  • And remember, regardless of the issue of self-control, we might lose our root password! We are *that* desperate! Of course, then it would only be an issue of going to your boss with a "the dog ate my password" look. Works wonders.
  • I once made a screensaver that blocked me out of my computer for an hour. I was very productive at that time. But this only works if you don't have to use the computer, of course. Which I don't have to, at the moment, so let's do something. After 2 hours of email, news and web reading. Believe me, IA (Internet Anonymous) is going to see lot's of us in a few years. I'm mare and I'm addicted to the Internet.
  • I need this. I really need this. Not for my day job, where I'm frankly too damned busy to even check my work email on a regular basis, but for home. I'm supposed to be a writer. I'm supposed to be writing. I'm supposed to be finishing stories. Instead, I slip onto the web, and... I need this. Alas, I'm on Windows XP. Someone, somewhere, hear our plea?
  • Leave me alone! I have an ASAP job to do!! *hunches over keyboard, muttering*
  • Are you a slacker? ... Do you browse the Web, read the news, and write email all day instead of working? It's like he really knows me!!
  • *that* - was funny. Ahh geeks. Is there anything they can't do? wait, shut up don't answer that
  • Where I come from, "root" means a naughty thing. Thus a "root password" would be a wonderful discovery.
  • "/clutches ethernet and dialup cables, shrieks manically while glancing to all sides" LOL! maniacal shrieking clutching cables is my bag, baby. "What is this "self control" of which you speak? *hunches obsessively over laptop*" These people express what I think & feel. Perhaps I am not as alone as I thought I was. But I'm still just as crazy. HA!
  • I'm working on my self-control. At least, I should be.
  • well, until i get that elusive wireless card, at least i know i can unplug the ethernet cable, grab a pair of headphones, and work at the local coffee shop without being tempted to check my email. but i do so want a wireless card, and that coffee shop has a wireless hub...
  • Savannah, have you tried writing on a typewriter, or with pen-and-paper?
  • Or by chipping blocks of stone, or impressing words into mud bricks with a wedge?
  • frogs: I took the laptop to a Starbucks that had wireless so that I could go online for a study session. Turned out the wireless providers had removed the hub and I actually had to converse with people instead. Luckily I charmed them all with my erudite wit.
  • I hate when that happens. Who says I'm not working? Why would anybody doubt that all the painful puns I've peppered the MonkeyHaus with over the last few days won't end up coming out of the mouth of Keith Olbermann on MSNBC? (Not that anybody would notice.)
  • /clutches ethernet and dialup cables, shrieks manically while glancing to all sides *typing from library's information desk when she should be doing a dozen other things* Back when I used to at least try to put some effort in to my job i'm supposed to be going to work and finishing my thesis Who says I'm not working? I love how everyone's sooooooo past the denial stage by now. so is anyone here not not supposed to be browsing MoFi as we speak? (i'm accessing from work too, so I'm out.)
  • "Savannah, have you tried writing on a typewriter, or with pen-and-paper?" --posted by michael at 06:12PM UTC on August 24 Well, yes, but you see, all my work's on the computer. And I type so much faster than I write by hand. And my father threw away my typewriter when I moved away. And sometimes I need to research for my writing, and... I edit by hand, though. It's a self-control issue.
  • This mud bricks and wedges idea sounds intriguing - a bit slower than a computer, but at least you know the format will last.
  • ...Until it next rains.
  • I guess you have to bake them then. I had heard that clay tablets were rarely baked on purpose, but that ones we have today were caught by accident in fires - is this so?
  • Of course, the whole rain issue is why they never developed civilization in England.
  • I prefer to communicate my ideas by an elaborate and seemingly random system of howls, squeaks and unexpected grunts. However, I have not yet developed a written version of this new language, so my fabulous blockbuster spy novel remains largely inaccessible to the mass paperback market. It is currently available on cylinder records (made by hand from the wax created by a small but industrious beehive located in my attic) which are waterproof but have a distressing tendency to melt into Dali-esque shapes if you expose them to the sun or breath on them or touch them in any way. So, yeah, there are a few minor kinks to work out, but I'm feeling pretty confident...