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This lil' feller's been cheering me up all day:) Have a nice weekend!

I had an encounter with an old Wireless cardbus adapter (HWC54G). It had this warning written on it:

This devices complies with Part 15 of the Rules. Operation is subject to the following to conditions:
1) this device may not cause harmful interference, and
2) this device must accept any interference that may cause undesired operation

Sounds strange. May it be electronic implants that's the issue?

6th of June Mike said to me: «Get your mind out of the gutter, dude», words that have followed me for twenty days now. He is right. I agree. I must get my mind out of the gutter.. but how? I had forgot about the natural invisibility of the obvious. It's hard to see something when it's too close, and especially when it's yourself.

But today I feel like a rabbit!

Every once in a while I run on a slow burn - like the USS Enterprise on impulse power - only because I have not satisfied myself intellectually. This has gone on for longer periods these days, because I haven't been to the University since just before X-mas. Everyone gets low when they can't perform their talents, or fulfill what they are. A carpenter gets low when he can't get wood. Now, I could make a general analogy from that, but let's not be vulgar.
I get low when I don't meet my own challenges, or even take up on them.

What I need is a rabbit vacation.

Today I've got a full schedule until ten in the evening. This month is the month of the fat payments. First you get the pay check, which is always nice. And then you get the "vacation money", which is 10% of net earnings from last year, which is even nicer (17k on my part). Lastly, there's the back taxes. And due to my incredible foresight I've paid extra, leaving me with +10k. Meaning I'm stuffed with cash. I'm so full of cash I've got pimpin' pimps pimped.
But money isn't everything. It's just something.
What I want to do is to travel a bit. For the last two years I've stayed put, except for a short detour to Sudan and a few seminars. This must change. I'm getting so sick of work and of Oslo while the world's just lying there waiting for me. My plan is to get some visiting done, see some of my quote unquote internet friends, but I don't want to write the itinerary in stone either.

Back to today: I'm presently working (hey! I am a multi-tasker), I have to eat dinner here because there's some potential new tenants prospecting at home, then I've got a dentist appointment, after which I will pick up the latest addition to the family: a 12.1" Apple iBook that I bought from a friend. I now have two mac laptops in my care.. Lastly, I might have a chat with my sister who's returning from her "vacation".
Why the quotation marks? She's unemployed. Or 'between jobs', as it were. Heck, inmates are between jobs! Alcoholics are between jobs! Nuns are just, well, on a million year contract, I guess... But I digress.

Rabbit wrote a good piece of literature last night, and yesterday my grandmother phoned me up to hear whether I'd be interested in using her cabin this summer. It sounds like a good idea. If I can get a solar panel up there to recharge the laptop battery, I just might finish that novel I've been working on for two years. That would finally give me the freedom to finish the text collection based on Danil Kharms poetry, and the Oslo projects (presently there are three of them, but I might combine).
Last week I checked for bed & breakfast places in Wales for the exact same reason. I need a change of scenery, peace and quiet, a load of notebooks, good pens and my laptop. And preferrably a seaside view. Nothing helps the mind like watching and hearing the waves break. What I don't need is the suffocating heat we experienced a few weeks back. It was impossible to sleep, let alone to think.

BWAhahahahaha!
A colleague just sent out an invitation to a workshop for men on finding the male identity and strength! Please, I had the Alphabet of Manliness tattoed on my chest long before I read the book. My first teddy bear was a hammer and I had a full beard age four. "Male identity"... Bah! Look up the words Sweat, Balls and Buffalo.
"In a world where it's increasingly harder to be proud of the male sex, we try to find and stimulate a mature masculinity."
Bullshit. Try this:
"In a world where wankers make a lot of cash but can't get laid, we urge you to dish out large sums to NOT hear the truth why you're not having succex."
Heh. I just forwarded the entire Foundation to a page where they can order Maddox's book. Must be the good deed of the day. Or the century.

Anyway. Apart from today, I will have to chill it down for a while. I must find out when I can take out some of my holiday. I'm also on the waiting list for a new 25 square metre bedsit with three rooms. Hopefully I can get to see the place this weekend. But as of today I'm just enjoying myself and all the opportunities that I have. Que sera sera.

Koew posted a bash quote a couple of days ago, which was later removed from their servers. What happened? I cannot believe they've censored it, when rape, incest, murder and racism get right through the "filter". But anyway, for the sake of mankind, here it is:

Now, I’m sure many of you have encountered little shits in supermarkets. Little kids running about and knocking things over, being rude, walking all over their parents, you know the kind. But the worst are the biters. Yes, those little cunts that feel it is okay to bite you whenever they feel like it.

Okay, here’s the best part. A biter got me today when I was grocery stopping. He broke the fucking skin, too. This was when the gears started turning, the moment I saw a tiny sprickle of blood on the little shit’s teeth as he was grinning at me like the little cunt he is. I made my eyes get wide, and started screaming "SHIT! SHIT!." Now, my good friend, Tom we’ll call him, was there too, and he instantly picked up on it. He started shouting "FUCK! MAYBE HE DIDN’T GET IT! FUCK!." By now, the kid is scared shitless and starts crying, and instantly, Mizz Mom appears out of nowhere and starts getting pissy at us for yelling at her kid.

Here’s the kicker, I look her straight in the eye and say, "Mam, get your son tested as soon as possible, he just bit me and I’m… I’m FUCKING HIV POSITIVE."
And now there is silence. Not a peep in the entire store. The brat knows he just fucked up big time because his mom isn’t defending his ass. She just stares at me wide eyed. I walk away from them, buy my shit from the wide eyed cashier, all the while blood is dripping from my calf, making a nice little trail on the floor. And, just s we leave, we start to hear the mother sobbing. Sobbing like the cunt she is.
I have never felt any more satisfaction than the moment I heard that sob.

That is so sweet. Kids need boundaries to grow. Just like their parents. Any thoughts?

Needless to say, I've changed the skype handle of this week's victim.

<Zang> i watched a horror movie last night. 'dead meat'

<sigg3net> any good?

<Zang> nothing, just think that the reality is good

<sigg3net> what?

<Zang> treasure the normal life, that is my thoughts now

<sigg3net> so you're not thinking about killing everybody with a chainsaw then?

<Zang> well, it seems not neccessary

Three minutes pass.

<sigg3net> but you were contemplating it for a moment there, until you saw the movie?

<Zang> yes. so if you cannt let me be satisfied with the sony, you are in danger

<sigg3net> This is why I love working here. people are so friendly

..'cause they can bend the fabrics of space and time. This message arrived at my gmail two minutes before I sent it. In order to do so I think Google must be affiliated with the devil himself. It's something I learned from Hellraiser. Just saying.

I just thought of the best analogy regarding the developments and discussions of the "pragmatic triangle": Austin, Habermas and Rorty.

Austin: Look here boys, with these words you're actually stroking the girl, and blowing her a kiss. But what's the grammar?

Habermas: Cheers, mate. You made me realize that I'm actually caressing her right now, always already embracing, and we're making love.

Rorty: No. You're having sex, plain and simple. You're just trying to justify it to your local audience.

I hope this can inspire you to read their works. To my mind, it's every man and woman's responsibility to take in the profound sillyness of the universe and make up their own opinions, so as to better improve the (social) world. I still haven't put up the essay I wrote before Christmas, but if you read Austin's How to do things with words, Habermas' Pragmatics of Communication and any of Richard Rorty's replies to Habermas you'll get a pretty good idea of what it's all about. But I'll fix up the essay and translate it for you any time. It should provide a subjective introduction to the subject, which is communication and the existential status of Truth.

You know it's summer when tourists and tourist-beggars start to invade the town. Of course, the rising temperature and scorching sun is a pretty good indication too, but nothing is as certain as the mark of the beast - or tourist.

When I woke up this morning I heard animal cries in the distance. What's this? I asked myself. But my self couldn't be bothered, it was too busy making coffee. But when I got outside the door at ten to ten, I heard it again, and I looked up.

Sigg3: What is that? Can you tell me what they are?

My self: They are Americans.

Sigg3: Wow.. it's a flock.

My self: And they're flocking this way --

Sigg3: Look at the wheeling - - the uniform direction change!
Like a flock of birds evading a predator!

* Enter T-Rex *

My self: STAMPEDE!

I ran and ran and ran! down the street, only stopping once to catch the glimpse of an American tourist being eaten by the Tyrannosaurus Rex launching in from a side street to the west. The rest of the startled flock ran for shelter towards the Edvard Munch museum of fine arts. The kill was swiftly over in the thick cloud of dust and debris.

My self: I wanna go. Now.

Sigg3: Watch how it eats!

My self: Please!

Sigg3: Look at all it's blood!

My self: PLEASE!

Sigg3: Bet you'll never look at birds the same way again! Okay. Keep low. Follow me.

You know those kind of life altering bad decisions you make? The choices you spend the rest of your life trying to undo, knowing that you really won't make it? Like having sex unprotected and ending up a father, or infected with AIDS, or both? Or saying 'yes' at a wedding? Or when the smug Chase Sampson fucked up the answer on Who Wants to Be A Millionaire? Or that time Jerry Lee Lewis married his cousin? Or when Princess Diana told her driver to 'step on it'?

My brother just made one of those. Here it is, with parental advisory:


Koew posing for Balder magazine

For the big version and more, check out Balder issue 3 2007, page 11 (pdf)

The picture's from the centerfold of this months issue of the official magazine of Norway's conscientious objectors. This week that issue is going all around Norway to thousands of readers, and today it is also on the internets. Forever. And now I have a copy too online!
What the hell was he thinking? And worse yet, what the hell was he thinking telling me about it? And what the hell was he thinking not realizing the very true and now very threatening gay percentage of the conscientious objectors? And listing himself as 'single' next to that kind of pictures? All we can say to them is the profound words of Admiral Ackbar: ITSATRAP!

I'm actually, for the first time since being a baby, rolling on the floor laughing.

I have been very lazy in terms of keeping up with all my features and the weekly poll is one of them. They are many, and there be dragons. There is no apology for that, so I will simply refuse to apologize. One reason has been that I found most of the pre-meditated poll questions out-right uninteresting. One of the few I put in the bin was even about weekly polls.. so I had to make it more personal. Yes. Sink my teeth into you, like Hannibal would say.

This morning I wholly avoided the elevator and WALKED up the four floors because there were too many people in it. But suppose you've neglected that chance, and you're standing in the middle of it; what do you do?

Poll #25: «When you come into a crowded elevator you..»
...feel like yelling, acting out
...are afraid it will fall
...are worried about your belongings
...giggle nervously
...hum to (the elevator) music
...rub up against strangers
...think inappropriate thoughts
...try to fart
...panic!

There are several other alternatives I could have included, or hundreds, but I think they reflect too much my own elevatorobia. I think I have scared the shit out of many of my co-workers standing in the elevator, with an inward giggle and the grin of Donnie Darko. But usually it ends well. Usually.

Fastfood chains (McDonald's): 2%
Pizza places (Dolly's): 5%
Delis (Subway): 2%
Kebab places: 51%
Oriental: 5%
Restaurants/cafés/kiosks: 27%
I don't: 5%

Number of votes: 37

From what I see in these statistics, only 4% of Sigg3.net readers are distinguishing themselves as top- or bottom-feeders (Delis or fastfood chains respectively).
I admit that I have bought meals from fast food chains - once in McDonald's and once in Burger King - and I also enjoy a good Subway Sandwhich. But because of my home being Oslo right now I tend to go for the Eastern places, most frequently the kebab kind, saturday night. Kebab is manna to the drunk and weary. Thanks for your participation!

If I had been a dog I would have been this dog, apparently.

Link of the day: Sigge watching the girls

According to the clip owner I am the cutest cocker spaniel ever. Cheers!

The latest issue of Truckin' is also the 5 years anniversary of this community project. It's been pretty fun so far, and with Truckin' on my mind I've often pushed myself to write more stuff in English (not just blog entries) than I probably would have.
Pauly writes:

I'm blown away to think that this little corner of the internet has been around for five years! We've come a long way since my original vision of sharing travel stories with friends. Since then we've published over fifty writers from all over the world. There were moments when I wanted to quit, but thanks to the encouragement of some special people, I kept it going. And now, we get to celebrate Truckin's 5th birthday. Thanks to everyone involved in the last five years and especially the last twelve months. Super thanks goes out to Maudie for the site re-design and to Jessica for her thankless work as assitant editor. And thanks to all the writers who wrote for free. Thanks for sharing your bloodwork.

My story this time is a black meditational monologue.



Donuts with Baby & Winky by Paul McGuire
Baby sat on the edge of the coffee table and poured out an ashtray that overflowed with butts. She picked out three or four and lit one up. She took three drags and put it out before she lit up another used one. Then another...

Three Men Leaving by Brad "Otis" Willis
he cash register hummed underneath the buzz of the overhead fluorescents. Together, the noises almost masked the sounds of the crickets. Their little love song sang through the open door and it was getting on Little Liza's nerves...

Desperados by Joe Speaker
The start time was pragmatic. We didn't want to be traversing the Mexican desert in mid-day, especially in our unreliable cars. This way, we'd arrive shortly after dawn, being treated to a spectacular sunrise the last hundred miles or so. There are always trade-offs, though, and our schedule dictated we'd drive through the border town of Mexicali in the dead of night...

Five Dollars for the Colonel by Dr. Tim Lavalli
Across the alley are these two trailers, the back one is Annie's and she'll give you head for twenty bucks, only the Colonel don't like her doing that, so you give him $5 and he goes to get his bottle of muscatel but he doesn't like the folks at Abe's Liquor so he goes down the street to the Chinaman's and then you go to see Annie while he is getting his wine...

Leaving the City by Sigg3
All of this mud, all of this poison pumping from my pitch black heart, through my veins and out the razor sharp tip of the pen is nothing but unclean blood for you to leech on. As I see the city disappear, minute-by-minute, I become much more a man...

Rose by Doog
Rose's heart pounded with anticipation, a strange mix of exhilaration and fear of the unknown coursing through her veins. Keeper opened the door and stepped through into the world outside...

Las Vegas Car Battery by Dingo
I suppose because of my accent I seem to attract a weird and wide selection of sheilas and broads. I am quite okay looking, or so people tell me, so picking up sheilas has never been a problem. Mine all just seem to be total whack jobs...

These are my work-related notes from the seminars on the boat trip:

Some kind of flower creature


The most elaborate beginning of my autograph ever

I got really pissed off because I thought a maid had stolen my notes. There were actually three pages of written text in there, all about Captain Picard. Well, Sunday morning I found they were neatly folded into one of my boxers..
Don't ask, 'cause I have no idea.

It's a quarter to six pm. and I'm still recovering from last night. Many souls just gave up, and are now in the bar with a gin & tonic. I must stay strong. For my wife, my children, my dog, -wait! Whose thoughts are these?
The last thing I remember was gazing at the sunrise. From a drunk haze it appeared like a perfect round orange on fire, rising from the seas like an ancient, sleeping angel. Which is kind of strange when you think about it. Why would you put an orange on fire? Seriously?
I didn't make breakfast two hours later, and I didn't make the boat trip - which wasn't much of a guided tour from what I heard - but when the Public Service Announcement system was turned on REAL LOUD at docking three hours later, I packed my bags at a speed only Anne Frank could've matched. This doesn't necessarily mean that I'm Anne Frank. It means that I was pretty late. And that I had slept three hours. That should be 'Only three hours'.
- Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Captain. We are about to dock in five minutes...
- WHERE is the Off button?! I can't find it!
- No, this is a broadcast system, you can't turn it off.
- Right..
- "Right, Captain"
- Right.. captain..
- Please make sure to bring all your belongings-
- So, how long can I stay in the boat?
- For as long as you please.
- Great!
- Until the cleaning personnel arrives, in about fifteen minutes.
- Foxes.
I had a quick shower, shaved, put on some deoderant, and scrambled together my belongings, in the screaming absence of eggs. Copenhagen was going to be changed forever.. Well, not really, but it makes for a dramatic ending of this sequence.

I got off and - keep in mind that I'd forgotten all my outer clothes at home - got wet. It was raining. I stood at the bus stop waiting for the free DFDS shuttle bus like Lou Reed waiting for the man. "Hey, white boy, what are you doing uptown?" I had no idea about anything, my condition, the time, my whereabouts. "This might as well be Latvia," I mumbled to myself. I realized that I was right.
I got off in central Copenhagen and looked around. I really needed to use the bathroom. I found the most expensivest shopping mall in all of Denmark, and was pleased to see that the public WC on the fifth floor was in good shape. I wasn't expecting gold and ivory, but even Anne Frank had standards. When I took the escalators down again I noticed that the rain was getting heavier. I was going to need a jacket.

I found two good-looking girls folding men's wear on the 2nd floor.
- Hi, do you have jackets? (In Norwegian)
- Come again? (In Danish)
- Do you have jackets? (English)
- No (English)
- Where can I find one? (English)
- Try over there by the window (English)
- Merci (French)
I winked at her from behind my sunglasses. I don't know where the French was coming from but I was certainly going for the mysterious air of mystique, with a slight touch of Uncle Traveling Mac from Fraggle Rock. I found a fancy store where there be jackets.
- Do you have jackets? (Norwegian)
- Come again? (Danish)
- Do you have jackets (English)
- What are you looking for? (English)
- I need a jacket for this weather (Whatever)
- Bla bla bla, this is great, I'll take it.
Two. Thousand. Crowners.
Foxes.
I now look like a para-military fisherman in 100% polyester. A broke one, at that.

This is the kind of thing I've been known to do when I'm hung over. The next thing I did was to send an sms message to a girl friend studying in the country. She picked up my lunch invitation right way. I never expect people to do that, pick me up on my words, they always surprise me. It's as if I'm not really expecting the language to purport any meaning at all. It's just for being nice.
- Oh, are you coming?
- Yeah.. you invited me?
- Yes, but.. okay
The company paid my lunch, which was great, because the Mexican restaurant was pretty expensive considering it was just a lunch. Five hundred for two persons. On the other hand, I had a 300g veal steak to make up for the missed egg & bacon breakfast.
I could kill for egg & bacon.
If egg & bacon was a nation, I would move there immediately. But the Mexicans didn't do any worse. Or did they? I really have to use the bathroom. Again. And I just came from there. I would've written more if it hadn't been for these dreadful circumstances. There are 6 more minutes left on this surf card. Then it's all tax free shopping, baby. Bill Hicks' nigthmare: The floating three floor shopping mall where everything is tax deductible. International waters. I can do anything here. Maybe I will. And maybe I can make up for the 2k I spent on this jacket? 25% tax of 2k. Let's see.. How many beers are that?

EDIT (2 min left):
Hahaha! An old lady came to ask me how you logged on to these machines, at the exact moment I was opening my spam folder. I saw she peekd. girls sucking cum out of ass came up in big, bold letters. She ran away.

Gad! Why did I just pay forty crowners for an hour of internet usage, when I know that I now have less than an hour for a little refreshment back in my cabin before heading off to dinner? I just needed to check my e-mail.. There was nothing of importance. I'm so addicted to this shit.

Speaking of which, the cabin is even smaller than my bedsit. Back later!

From tomorrow morning at 9:30 I'll be on the Pearl of Scandinavia cruise ship heading for Copenhagen, Denmark. The four Wärsilä Sulzer 9 ZAL 40S engines will keep this summer's seminar afloat until we reach harbor early Friday. Let's hope it ain't too cold out there, I'm bringing my camera.

I should be back early Saturday if the weathergods haven't caused any trouble or I've fallen off board. You see, last year alone 10+ young men disappeared on this one-night journey on the DFDS ships, mainly due to being drunk on the upper deck. I think this is a very round-about way of administration telling me that I should quit... but I'm not usually one to take a hint. The theme of the working sessions, which are on the first day - and obligatory, is "To think & Tell". I'll point them to this site.

EDIT (a few hours later sippin' a decaf):
I found this site here with a little more detailed info about the cabins, bars and entertainment. Captains lounge, anyone?

«The Captain's Lounge can be found exclusively onboard the m.s. Pearl of Scandinavia, guests can relax in the comfortable English colonial-style leather furniture in the newly established lounge. Where you can also enjoy a wide selection of exotic coffees and cigars, and exclusive wines.»

Colonial-style, you say? I love colonialism! Not much for entertainment, though.
KIDZ' Club? Kidz' club - where your children won't learn to spell. And the Colombus Club - named after South American mafia: «Listen to the international dance band as they play well known old time favourites as well as more recent songs.» No, thank you.. The much classified program for the picnic:

Thursday
09.30: Show up around the docks somewhere, sober but tired
10.00-10.30: Welcoming speeches, still sober and tired
10.30-11.30: "To think and tell" by former cabinet member
11.30-11.45: Coffee break with Danish pastry, sober
11.45-13.00: Work, work, work
13.00-14.00: Lunch in Blue Riband: Danish sandwhiches
14.00-15.15: Work, work
15.15-15.20: 5 min. fag break
15.20-16.30: Work
16.30-17.00: The boat leaves the shore. Another lunch: Italian Roll baguettes
17.00-18.30: Summary and a little drink
17.00-17.30: More work
17.30-18.00: More work, pt. 2
18.00-18.30: Debate
20.00: We meet in the bar. Bong!
20.30: Dinner in Blue Riband: Tapas, roast veal, raspberries, blueberry ice cake

Friday
07.00: Breakfast in the Seven Seas, hung over
09.30: Arrival Copenhagen
09.30-10.20: Guided canal tours + individual lunch(es)
13.00-16.30: Check-in on the ship
20.30: Dinner in the Seven Seas: Buffet

Saturday
07.00: Breakfast in the Seven Seas, hung over
09.30: Arrival Oslo
10.00-00.00: I dunno, fancy a beer?

The weather is getting increasingly worse here in Oslo at the moment, so I am not sure about bringing the camera after all. It's like, the chances of me ending up in some low-budget Danish porn flick during the weekend are really small. But anyway.

Short version: disable smooth scrolling in your AbiWord.profile file

Today everyone should know that Open Office (OO.O) is great, and I have a grandmother using it, cousins and people who would otherwise have no relation whatsoever to its public licences. I have both Microsoft Office 2000 (+ Office 2007 compatibility pack) and OpenOffice 2.0 installed on my work computer to handle any Office-related problems. Say, if your MS Word document is hanging due to incorrectly terminated paragraphs, open the file in Open Office Writer and save a new .doc file. Spread the word. This would be embarrassing to Microsoft if they'd had any professional integrity.

But I don't use Open Office myself. Running a Zenwalk 4.6.1 distro at home I prefer the elegant simplicity of Abiword. It is just as good as Writer or Word for my purposes, regular writing, and I don't have to have all the other packages installed either. My problem with it was rather picky, but I've seen it's a widespread one among users with low end hardware on the graphics side. I only have a small 24-bit graphics card, resulting in Abiword (as well as other word processors) being sluggish. The fix is easy, but locations may vary depending on your distro:

1. Make sure you've run Abiword at least once before doing this
2. Open a terminal and cd to ~/.AbiSuite
3. Edit AbiWord.profile with gedit or mousepad:
under the Scheme name=_custom_ entry set EnableSmoothScrolling="0"
4. Save, close and there you go!
Enjoy your fast running Abiword installation:)

This tip came out of troubleshooting my problem with the guys at #Abiword on irc.gnome.org. That's what I call "customer" support! After ending up with this solution one of them filed a request to have this as a GUI option in later versions.

Just around the time I was getting ready to leave work today, the system administrator came with an urgent call. The Boss wanted his damaged Fujitsu Siemens Lifebook P7010 on a journey the following day, but the hard disk was damaged. Could I replace the hard drive, oh, and backup all of his private pictures too while I was at it? To me that's the equivalent of asking: Do you still want to have a job tomorrow? But I braced myself and started looking online to find tips or instructions. All that I found was this forum post from user HG-SAT:

Yo tuve el mismo problema y la solución es sencilla;
1.- Quita la bateria
2.- Quitar los 3 tornillos de la parte delantera
3.- dar la vuelta y con cuidado quitar la tapa que tiene el touchpad

No hay que quitar más tornillos ni es nada complicado.

In english (inglispitinglis)
1.- Remove battery
2.- Remove the 3 screws from the front
3.- Turn on and remove the tape of the touchpad carefully

Is not necessary remove thekeyboard

That was all that I needed. The reviews and manuals I'd searched through only stated that if the sealed hard disk failed I would have to turn it in to a service center. No such option. The Boss wanted his lappie, breach of warranty or not. (Oh, and you may breach your warranty by following these instructions. If you're not in a hurry, call your service center and check the warranty status of your system first. I cannot be held responsible for your actions, crimes, sexual fantasies or whatever. And if you've only got one hand, this procedure may prove a bit tricky.) Here we go:

1. Remove the power adapter and the battery, press and hold the power button for 10 seconds to rid potential current. Turn the laptop around, and remove the three front screws as indicated by the picture below. As you can see I have removed the optical drive too, but that's not really necessary.



2. Turn the laptop around and with a small screwdriver just carefully pry off the palm rest. NOTE: the touchpad controller is right below, so be careful not to damage it with the driver or when you remove the palm rest. Mine fell off:


Here you can see where the touchpad controller is:



3. After a little bit of wiggling I found that the hard drive was not in fact attached by any means except for the IDE cable running to the motherboard. All you have to do is tilting it over to the right. Be careful not to ruin the cable or the wrapping:


The wrapper. I guess this must be "advanced shock protection":


4. Replace the 2.5" HDD with your upgrade, connect it to the cable and slide the drive into the wrapper. Reverse the above steps, turn on the laptop, hit F2 for BIOS and check that the new HDD is registered.


Just to be safe, I tested the touchpad and the "mouse buttons" from a Knoppix LiveCD afterwards. Everything worked.

EDIT: 19th of February 2009
After a request I was able to find the P7010 Service Manual, P7010 disassembly manual and P7010 Assembly Manual in PDF format on Jail.se's FreeBSD on Fujitsu P7010 page. I advice everyone to proceed with caution, but I really wish I had had those files when doing this procedure. I can also recommend reading the comments on this page (click comments below) to check out further tips or leave some feedback. Thanks!

One of the philosophers I studied last fall, Richard Rorty, died last Friday from pancreatic cancer according to this news article.

Rorty's landmark book "Philosophy and the Mirror of Nature" (1979), rankled some of his peers by arguing that there is no distinction between objective and subjective realities, a theme he continued to develop throughout his career. (...)
«He was a major figure in challenging the accepted pieties of analytic philosophy and the accepted pieties of so-called continental philosophy,» said friend and colleague Jerome Schneewind. «He put a bug in everyone's ear.»

I read the Swedish anthology Striden om sanningen (en. the Fight for Truth) where Jürgen Habermas and Richard Rorty were the main contributors in a discussion between their respective positions; neo-pragmatic universal objectivism (idealism) and local subjectivism (contextualism). While they are both considered members of "neo-pragmatism", they turn in more or less opposite directions, making for fruitful discourse. Given Habermas' phenomenological toolkit, he is able to found the objective truth while Rorty, on the other hand, rejects the foundation altogether. From my point of view, the "typical" philosophical standpoint, they are both right - in their own right.

I might post my A-rated paper later on meta.sigg3.net..