Propaganda Photos

Some of you may remember Obey Fojar from back in the day, my rather blatant knock-off of the propaganda stylings of Obey Giant. That site isn’t even online anymore, and although I have it archived, I’m not going to restore it because, wow, that’s some bad stuff. Take photo, run posterize photoshop filter, convert colors to black and red, and post as original artwork! *shudder*

Still, the source photos are good for a laugh.

Looking to the Future

While I was going through my photo archives to upload old photos to Flickr, I stumbled across the directory with these photos.

Behold the Future

We took these in the tek room for the express purpose of converting into propaganda images. They were taken with the strong backlight provided by a halogen torch light behind the subject.

All Hail Glorious Leader

The pose was much more important than the actual subject or props used. Since we were in the tek room, we mostly had computer equipment around.

Power to the People

The idea was that we would photoshop the various computer equipment out with more standard communist props like scythes or bushels of wheat.

Sledgehammer

In this case, a t-square stood in for a sledgehammer. In fact, I later submitted that one to Print Magazine for the student cover design competition, and placed for my school.

Alas Poor Yorrick

The skull seems obvious, but I have no excuse for the beard, the pose, or the sound card.

The Packing Has Started

packing tally so far:

  • eight paper boxes of books.
  • one paper box of CDs
  • two paper boxes of movies.

Yes, the packing has started. Filled out a change of address form at the post office today, gathered my stuff from the tek office, and got Shem to fill out the paperwork to terminate me. He took great pleasure in enunciating that. “Scott, I’m filling out the paperwork to TERMINATE you.” Big smile on his face. I think he got almost as big a kick out of my paperwork as when he got to fill out Steve’s.

Watching the X-Men, Magneto rips apart part of the Statue of Liberty to pin the X-men to the wall. Urn turns to me and says “Nice try, but copper’s non-magnetic.” A few seconds later, Magneto makes the whole scene even funnier by chastising them with the line “Honestly, I thought you people live in a school!”

Annie and I spent the night at McMenamin’s Edgefield Hotel/Bar complex. It was pretty rad. Every conceivable surface has cool paintings on them, down to the water-sprinkler pipes on the ceiling, which have cute little faces painted on the pipe joints.

Our new apartment in Ellensburg is awesome. A nice two-bedroom directly across the street from our cool friends Urn and Kat, who are like duplicates of us. Urn is a computer geek in the art department with the same sense of humor and interests that I have. Kat is like Annie, right down to the back pain from a car wreck, and being short and round and cute. They both are obsessed with cute girly things like strawberry shortcake and bright colors. Kat is so excited about having Annie living across the street that she’s sitting at home right this moment preparing some small potted plants to keep in our apartment. It’s so much better than our current apartment. Each bedroom has a bathroom, and we’re going to use the second bedroom as a library/computer room. It’s on the first floor of the complex, and has a dishwasher, and a fridge with a separate freezer compartment, as well as built-in ethernet. Most excellent. :)

My Workplace

My workplace is approximately a 25 foot cube. 5 of the 6 wall are concrete, and one is drywall. All are painted white. There are fluorescent lights on the ceiling that are always off in favor of the halogen lamps we bought on the theory that while they might be a fire hazard, at least they won’t kill our eyes (that’s what the computer monitors are for). The lights are hanging from the ceiling on really thin chains that always look like they might break, killing some poor newbie. Above the lights, and through the chains, run a variety of pipes of various sizes. I have no idea what runs through them, but when it rains, we can hear running water. This is highly unusual, since there is another room on every side of us, so there’s no reason why a drainage pipe would run through our room. There is also a radiator on the ceiling which emits hot air when it is warm in the room and cold air when it is chilly. There are two doors and no windows. On the walls are a clock, standard public school issue, a darth vader photo montage poster provided by me, a Star Wars: A New Hope poster provided by me, an Obey Giant poster provided by me, three file folders labeled “Disinformation,” “Mischief,” and “Arson,” A National Geographic map of the Balkans, a National Geographic map of Antarctica, a picture of Steve with the words “Big Brother is Watching You” under a webcam that is not plugged into anything, and a white board with witty quotes that I write up there. The room is carpeted with a dingy brown-gray carpet that never gets vacuumed because the janitor hates us (he’s convinced that one of us shit in the drinking fountain in the hallway a few months ago). There is one garbage can, one cardboard box filled with empty soda pop bottles, and one box filled with paper to be recycled, all three overflowing (because the janitor hates us). There are three cabinets filled with miscellaneous computer junk, and with boxes of more junk piled on top of them. There is a set of lockers where we keep our CDs full of pirated games and pornography. There is one set of shelves full of extra computers that are supposed to be in the labs, are supposed to be fixed, or are just too shitty to be plugged in. There is a pile of keyboards on one of the shelves. There is another cabinet full of software. There are 7 desks arranged around the room, holding 12 computers, of which any 3 are guaranteed to be working at any given moment. One of the machines will always be on, and playing MP3s through the one good set of speakers we have. The room has several toys scattered around, including a fake skull, a koosh ball, a foam rubber ball, several foam rubber cows, a Dr. Evil toy, and a few macintoshes.

At any given time of day, you will find two or three teks on shift. When the web cam worked, you could turn it on at various hours of the day and see different things, such as a tek sitting in front of the computer working, a tek sitting in front of a computer goofing off, a tek sitting in front of a computer playing a game, a tek sitting in front of a computer talking to another tek, a tek sitting in front of a computer looking confused, and sometimes a tek curled up in the corner of the room, on the floor, using a sheet of bubble paper for a blanket, sleeping. You might also see me, trying to look like I’m working on something important as I post to hatelife. I don’t get off shift for another two hours.

Pizza and Nerf Fights

There are certain things that you just come to expect from a computer technician job.

  • You will work in a dungeon. The office will either actually be underground, or the windows will be covered to prevent glare.
  • Your coworkers will be social in spurts. Sometimes an hour or two will go by where three people sitting next to each other will say nothing at all. Twenty minutes later, you’re throwing foam rubber balls at each other.
  • There will be some sort of foam rubber projectiles available to hurl at your coworkers. Nerf stuff seems to be the most popular among larger companies, but smaller teams will make do with “stress” balls with computer company names emblazoned upon them, or in the case of gateway computers, small foam rubber cows.
  • The entire team will frequent only one restaurant. There are other places to eat, but invariably if more than two of the crew are going out to eat, they will head to the standard place, which will frequently be a pizza place.
  • There will be a large pile of empty soda pop cans/bottles in one corner of the room.

I could go on for a long time. I work on a tech team right now, and I know these standards well.

Today for the first time, I realized that I might not be working in dungeons all my life. If I get into graphic design as a career, the expectations are different! Graphic Designers tend to have windows!

Windows! Just imagine the possibilities! Fresh air, a view…

My prediction: I will end up at a great graphic design firm doing web design. The firm will inhabit an incredible office on the seventh floor of some building with a view of the waterfront. I will be the guy who inhabits the office with cardboard/tin foil covering the windows. People will come to me for computer problems because I have more computer knowledge than most designers, but they’ll joke about my eccentric habits, such a staring silently at my computer for 2 hours and then suddenly pelting someone with a foam rubber ball. People will openly wonder why there is a pile of empty pop bottles in my office, or for that matter, why I have a large supply of foam rubber balls.

Scheduling Conflicts

goddammit… My friend’s wedding is this weekend, at the beach. This is a good thing. Annie and I made plans with my parents to go to the beach cabin for the weekend, and they’ll drop us off at the wedding. I don’t want to learn to drive, but this bumming rides off people sucks. Anyway, so we made these plans like a month ago, and about two weeks ago, I asked my boss for Friday (today) off. He said no problem.

Last night, I get an email from my whiny bitch supervisor, Mr. Beamer, announcing that we’re doing the scheduling for finals week at the tek meeting on Friday (today). Sense the conflict?

So I send him a polite email informing him that I won’t be at the tek meeting because I have the day off, and here is my finals schedule, could he please try to get me some hours? I need in the neighborhood of 20 hours, and I would prefer to not work weekends. Other than that, I left it open. Not a big deal. I’ve seen Beamer do scheduling for other people who couldn’t make meetings.

So I wander into the tek office this morning to print something out for the class I have to attend before leaving for my beach weekend, and beamer wanders in.

“Beamer, did you get my email?”
“Yeah, how come you won’t be at the meeting?” (accusing tone)
“I have the day off.”
“Okay, well, I’ll see if I can get you some hours, but no promises, since you couldn’t attend the meeting. It is mandatory.”

WTF???

“Beamer, I’m going to the beach for my friend’s wedding. I’ve had these plans for a month, and I’ve already gotten the day off. I’m not slacking here. You just announced this meeting yesterday, and it’s too late for me to change my plans.”
“Did Shem give you the day off?”
“Yes. Like two weeks ago.”
“Oh. Well, I’ll see what I can get you then. Shem really needs to tell me these things.”

WHAT??? I felt like blowing up. Shem doesn’t need to tell you SHIT you cock master! You power-tripping mother fucker! HOW DARE YOU come at me with an accusing tone like that! I had the day off. I am correct. YOU are the one in the wrong here! Oh my god! You arrogant fuck!

He’ll TRY to schedule me some hours. Well thank you! It’s very kind of you to go so far out of your way for me! I’ll be grateful for whatever piss-ant amount of hours you choose to a lot to me!

I swear, if I come back to find I have less than 12 hours on the schedule I’m going ballistic. As is, I think I’m going to complain to my (and his) boss.

:: HATELIFE IS BEAMER ::