T-11: I love it when you talk techie

Having spent a day fiddling with various knobs, it was comforting to know we were at least doing the same thing, trying to figure out compression rates, render times, frame rates, and all that other bullshit no-one trained us for but no-one's going to do for us.

Such dire work naturally switches one's mind to sex-speak, trying to generate some heat beyond the transformer resting against your thigh. Here are some ways to spice up your techspeak:

How do love thee? Let me count the pixels.
Spank my firewire.
I'd like to take a megabyte out of you.
I'm making room on my drive so I can fit your entire file.
I'm really integer, you know?
You've rendered me speechless.

Oh well, it'll have to do for now. Just that I've been pulling my wire and you double clicking your mouse for long enough now. It's time to leave the technical stuff to the geeks, to unplug the machines and, without the use of a manual, just feel our way around.