Welcome to the office! This is where the work (or lack thereof) gets done. Day in, day out, 12, 24, and 36 hour workdays get pulled in that chair and infront of that desk. Things are a little dirty at the moment, due to an excess of stuff coming in and going out. Please excuse our dust. |  | |
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The great head rules the office! Do not trifle with the great head! (Do turn it off before you leave, though.) | |
Our beloved pair of Silicon Graphics machines. That's ibecaven.com ontop (the Indy), and rocko on the bottom (the Indigo2). They are, however, soon to be leaving us. *sigh* Technology marches on. |  | |
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That would be our cisco 2501, not long for this world, either. It's a fun toy while it lasts, though. Hey ma, I cracked a cisco! | |
They were even kind enough to send us an authentic cisco Systems box with it. Boy, aren't we cool? |  | |
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Desktop toys make the world go around. | |
I'm particularly fond of this one, which I like to call... er... uh... 'pair of coconut halves ontop of a stone pyramid I bought in Mexico'. Yea, that's it. |  | |
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This, on the other hand, is my lucky screwdriver, which has saved by hacker butt more times that I care to remember. | |
I'm also quite fond of my pillow and blanket, which keep me warm on cold texas nights. (Yea, I know that seems like a contradiction in terms, but it was 27 degrees here while I was typing this.). |  | |
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These Indy balls have a long and sordid history. I just wish I could remember it... | |
I've got alot of O'Reilly documentation. Lots and lots and lots. But not enough. Never enough. |  | |
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I started collecting back-issues of Wired after I realized that I'd been in a few of them, and that made them inherantly cool. Hey, man, it's better than collecting old issues of the National Inquirer. | |
I've also got a bunch of really esoteric technical documentation. I mean, when was the last time you saw a set of NeXTStep programming references? |  | |
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One guess as to the client that pays most of the bills around here... Oh, and I like milk. | |
To infinity, and beyond! Uh, yea. |  | |
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That's the futon of doom, the replacement for the hallway of doom, which never quite lived up to its name. | |
Which brings us quite nicely into the Media Design part of the office, with their desk with office computer up front. (Turn down your phone ringer, guys! Geez...) |
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And beyond the dark doorway lies... | |
The studio! (Part: the first) |  | |
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And the studio! (Part: the second) | |
It has been discovered, in our continual quest for knowledge and the meaning of life, that one can eek out a reasonble existence with a roll of duct tape and a box of Frosted Mini-Wheats. |  | |
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And that's me. Brooding or something, I don't remember. | |