Random thoughts and links, part 103

Time has been passing but I haven't been writing. Looks like that snipe of a Muse has abondoned me again.

In the meantime I've been keeping very busy... read several books, done some socializing with pals, getting feedback and ideas for this year's haunted house from some really great people... and suriving at work.

There's been good times and not so good times. For a brief period there it got real ugly. But after a meeting was called, opinions and disagreements aired, the dust seems to have settled and things are kinda getting back to normal.

Kinda... but not really. We've experienced a mass exodus recently at the workplace: one retirement, one marriage and move and two quitters... one of whom was Barb. THAT was a relief to many. The stress level has dropped dramatically in our little department.

But the other quitter was a shocker; a sales guy who had been with us for 20 years just upped and bolted. Apparently, he had been selling for ANOTHER company for a couple of weeks before it was DISCOVERED he was planning on quitting.

How was it discovered, you ask? When one of his customers calls and says, "Well, since Bob Jones isn't with your company any more, who's gonna be my new sales rep?"

Yeah, that went over nice. Next day he's just gone. No explanation, no farewell. Just a lot of unanswered questions.

In the meantime we've had this flurry of new people bouncing all over the office, filling the vacancies; three new sales slugs and one pre-press guy to fill Barb's old spot.

What's making it very strange is that 3 of these 4 new guys are young, like early 20s young. I used to be the 'baby' (at a spring-chicken age of 36) at work but now I'm one of the 'old people.'

Gawd, did I just type that? Fuck, I'm old.

It's been really strange talking with and training these 'kids.' All of our conversations, our music choices, our jokes and pop culture references are alien to them. Our new pre-press guy graduated high school in 2002. Good gravy, I graduated high school in 88. Last fucking century!

Oh shit, I need a drink...

Oh, well... links!

As weird as this sounds, I betchya it's damn good... it's BACON!

The best in lolcats... don't panic, they'll be back soon.

Damn, dat cat can play... and the kid's head has good accoustics.

Fun with ascii... and you just know I like the 'sblood.'

Now that tax season is over, I'm sure you have a lot of paper to get rid of... and this uses no electricity.

Hey der Jim Bob, I knows wut to git da kids fer Critmus dis year... an it's good job trainin'.

Run Dos, run

So I just finished The Cult of Mac by Leander Kahney. Incredible book. I felt so at home. Well, most of the time. I knew I was a Mac Geek from way back but there are people out there that make me look like a normal human being.

The first computer my dad ever bought for the family was a Franklin Ace 1000, an Apple IIe clone. I don’t remember the specific numbers and such, but at the time it was cutting edge. GE had a bunch they used in their design CAD department.

The old Franklin consisted of this big-ass hard drive, about 18 inches wide, maybe 2 feet deep and 5 or 6 inches high. We had a green screen monitor (about a 10 or 12 inch screen) and a 5” floppy drive.

Dad also got a shitload of shareware. There was one program (I guess it was an early version of Word Perfect) that I used for every paper I ever had to write in middle school and even into high school. At first we had a dot matrix printer that I kept buzzing. With teachers complaining about hard-to-read dot matrix printouts, Dad eventually rigged up a nice electric Smith Corona typewriter that printed out my homework.

And the games. Oh, the games Dad found. We had Swashbuckler, Way Out, Bolo, Sheila and... Aztec! My gawd I loved me some Aztec! You could play difficulty levels from 1 to 9. During those years I made it up to I think 7.

I played the game so much the floppy disc wore out. It would grind and grind in that damn drive, sounding like a sick lawn mower. Each time I won at a level of difficulty, the grinding got longer... and longer. Finally my dad got another copy of the game. It made it a couple of weeks before that one started to die, too.

So I had to give up on my favorite game, never winning at level 9. Damn.

Fast forward to my first years in college. My lifelong friend WasabiJohn got me involved with the student-run college radio station. One day while hanging around the offices I noticed someone playing on an old Apple IIe. Next to the glorious machine was a metric fuck ton of 5 inch floppies, all with games.

And guess which one they had? And guess which one I finally beat at level 9? Do you have any idea how many classes I cut just so I could hang out in the old radio station office and bang on that there Apple? Ah, those were the days.

We eventually had to vacate the offices and move to much smaller quarters. And with smaller facilities we had to chuck a lot of stuff. I have no idea what happened to the old Apple IIe.

But fear not. I have an Apple IIe emulator at home on the iMac. And yes, I have Aztec. My fervor for playing has diminished, but I do occasionally whoop up on it. Haven’t invested the time to get all the way to level 9 yet.

But getting back to the book I just finished. I was talking to my dad yesterday, telling him about these crazy people who are hanging onto, even paying huge amounts of money for, these old, obsolete Apples.

“Dad, you don’t happen to still have that old Franklin, would ya?”

“Oh, damn. No, that thing went straight to the dumpster.”

*wince*

“Yeah, the microchips started going out on it. I kept replacing them but eventual they quit making the replacements. I had some salesgirl tell me I could try computer junk shops. Well, I tried that but could find what I needed. That’s when we bought that new Compac back in the mid-80s.”

“Yeah I remember. But didn’t you save that old Franklin in a closet somewhere?”

“No. We took that thing and dropped it in a dumpster at GE.”

*cringe*

“Dad, do you have any idea how much money you coulda made by selling that thing on eBay?”

“Yeah, I know. Sucks, don’t it? It was a good machine”