Sparc IPX

I don’t have a lot of time for the boredom I so desperately deserve, but in my rare instances of free time I often think of immanetizing the Eschaton.

Robot Monster (1953), also Plan 9 from Outer Space.

Extinction of the human race. Failing that, I’m looking forward to buying a non-HP wide format printer for printing TTRPG maps (my players aren’t keen on VTTs). Maybe an overpriced European Espresso/Cappucino machine, too.

No. I can be a bit of a jerk and would probably say something to piss myself off.

Commute to the office.

Dungeons & Dragons, before that it was Bugs Bunny. Weekdays it was reruns of 1940s Tom and Jerry cartoons with all the violence intact.

Best advice my ol’ man ever gave me was “Always stand up for yourself, otherwise you might as well put a target on your forehead”.

I loved his cover of “Calendar Girl” sung in Japanese.

“Fighting in Built-up Areas” by Ladytron. Sung in Mira Aroyo’s native Bulgarian.

I found them fun in the 90s. Now that I’m in my 50s and take longer to recover from bumps, bruises, and batons than I did in my 20s, it’s not as fun.

Asteroids, Missile Command, and Combat.

My Atari 2600. Xmas gift in the late 70s.

Late 1980s, the Ambassador Motel in Grand Forks, ND. My family spent a weekend there while vacationing. Dingy, dirty, fights broke out in the hallway.

Police uniform.

AI, lawn, my car, plastic.

1000€ (roughly $1600 CAD) would be a nice down payment on a decent cargo bike like the Yuba Mundo Lux.

Three weeks, over a very hot summer. Our office manager had the only key to the thermostat for the whole office, and refused to put the air conditioning on. I stopped bathing in protest. At this time I also commuted by bike (17 kms each way) daily and absolutely stunk. I’m still amazed he took three whole weeks to cave…