THE Computer Store

So I’m working at The Computer Store, that’s it’s name, just “The Computer Store” With underline and everything, relic of the old days of Macintosh arrogance.

Things behind the service counter:

  • “Kind of like spitting” concert sticker.
  • Laser-printed instructions card for MAME.
  • Catalyst zine, thumbtacked to corkboard
  • Many post-it notes.
  • Cuesta-Rey Centenario Coleccion sticker, from cigar box, stuck on the metal frame of security curtain…
  • Purple plastic keychain guitar that plays one of 3 riffs with a cheesy chip-generated electronic flourish.
  • Powerpuff-girl figurine (Bubbles) on top of my Lime iMac.
  • Pixilated, grayscale image of bones, bones, bones of small rodents…
  • “Virus protection for your hard drive.” Postcard of a condom rolled over an old beige Mac mouse. “Available at Planned Parenthood.”
  • Pencil and ink drawings by my coworker, Mia… Image of an eye, the pupil is an eight-ball, the fibers of the iris spell out HURT ME bordered by little figures… xeroxed and cut out ten times, overlaid on the wall.
  • “I miss my lung, Bob.”
  • No drawings by me, seeing as I got BUSTED and CALLED INTO THE STORE GENERAL MANGER’S OFFICE for putting up a post-it of a gun-wielding girl saying “BUY.” I mean, it’s not like EVERY drawing of a gun-wielding girl with flowing hair striking an action-pose is AUTOMATICALLY a caricature of the store coordinator who I ACTUALLY LIKE and who besides has BRAIDED hair and wears GLASSES… It’s enough to drive a man to ALL CAPS.

“You can hang up drawings back here,” Mia is assuring me.

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Server Problems

Lots of crazy stuff going on lately. The Myst 3 themes contract got approved, and this weekend I was putting the finishing touches on the themes. Just a couple more tiny touches, and they’ll be complete! I’ll post screenshots for people to see when they’re done.

Obviously, (to anyone who visits the site frequently), the server was down for awhile recently. I got a panicked ICQ message from Steve asking if I could pitch in for a new motherboard. To our relief, we found out the next night that the server wasn’t dead at all, just the ISP had switched his IP number without telling him. So a couple days later, things were fine.

As for Studio Fojar, things are going well. The three of us are still excited about the idea, which is more than I can say about most of our ideas. I promise I’ll put up a big post about here soon, and get the site done up properly soon.

Oh, and KT’s christmas gift got here today. Once again, KT has triumphed in the gift department. She consistently finds these amazingly cool gifts that make me feel pathetic for what I got her. Anyways, I opened the package to find a large velvet box, which contained what appears to be a silver-plated mouse with my initials engraved on it. It’s hilarious. I’ll get a photo of it up somehow.

Biking in the Snow, Part 2

The shift from Portland to Ellensburg is pretty radical. Portland’s temperature ranges from 30 to 80, with both of the extremes being fairly rare. The average temperature is probably around 60. Ellensburg on the other hand is around 100 in the summer, and around 10 in the winter. It’s rarely a moderate temperature, we tend to be either really hot or really cold.

I’m adapting, though. While I still don’t like really hot summers, the cold doesn’t bother me as much. I can bundle up, and snow remains a novel experience.

What I’m sick and tired of, however, is biking to work. This is horrible. The drivers here are inconsiderate at best and at worst, downright aggresive towards bikers. You can’t bike on the sidewalk, due to short blocks and a lack of wheelchair ramps. Riding in the street is dangerous, because if you ride in the car’s area, you get traction, but have to deal with cars buzzing by you at 50 miles an hour. If you ride in the bike/parking lane, the lane is not only not cleared of snow, it has the plowed off stuff from the main road, all laid down over a layer of ice and compressed snow from the last snowstorm, making the traction non-existant.

I have five days left before we close for the break and move close enough for me to walk to work. :(