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Nobody knows who plays the pranks around here, or why things break. They should check in on the guy with too much happy in his go lucky. That would be me. This week, rather than swapping the logic board in the printer with something I stole from a voting machine, I hijacked Peave's login. I didn't get clever and run tcpdump on the network or install a keystroke logger on his machine. I went low tech. I slipped him a Mickey. Unfortunately, he wasn't logged into Facebook, or I would have posted a bunch of photos. Best. Selfie. Monday. EVAR. I stole his login and byline to complain. I don't normally write Op-Eds about day to day life. I'm not the kind of person who needs to give a facebook update on every morsel of food I eat. But this week, I about lost my mind because of the failure of a piece of technology, and the failure of the corporate institution supporting it. After several hours of having my intelligence insulted and listening to the Nutcracker as hold music, I resolved that somebody was getting Peaved for this. It all began one morning when I tried to shut the alarm off on my phone. I managed that. Then the phone wanted to add a blue tooth device. I said no.