hey pretty, don't you wanna take a ride with me?
So the debacle that I mentioned earlier and didn't go into...we got the end results of that today. We owe a staggering total of $331.50 to my cousin for the Sea Dogs weekend. Part of that is due to zebragrrl adding on seventy-five miles to our grand total, because of personal...well...And the rest of it is because Dick and Jane broke down just this side of Salem, and wanted to have someone come pick them and their stuph up so they could have a party weekend, and Cat decided--for reasons of her own--to donate the U-Haul that wasn't rented in her name, at a per-mile fee of sixty-nine cents per mile...to let them use the U-Haul to go grab them and their crap and drag it all back to Marcola.
One hundred sixty-two extra miles total (addtitional to the base two hundred and ten pre-figured for the site). Yeah. I'm real pleased by this. And I don't have a tenth of the animosity that my cousin has at this time.
More from Geek Fair.
And here's Michael, our tech support god, looking tired but happy. (I'm going to hazard a guess that this was taken end of the day.)
The men of Fire & Steel talking to patrons. Considering all they had to contend with (high winds, insane heat, fire malfunctions), they did a good job.
Frederick with his baton.
The "action shot". In the background, you can see their sword swallower--the lady in the green tank top.
Finally, Fire & Steel's fan dancer. Nifty. Though I'm upset that our roving photographer didn't get any shots of their sword swallower in action. Drat.
The one, the only, Smashtacular. You pay us, we give you an implement of destruction and let you set to smashing printers. That's Gordon on the tall bike, btw--he's a resident volunteer/artist/handyman we have. Get this--he actually wired the handset of an old phone to a walkie-talkie so he could walk around, using the walkie-talkie as a megaphone or as a communications device. That was very retro, and very cool.
Next up: Sprockettes!
Today: too damn hot. Too damn sweaty. Too damn frenetic. Ended on a good note, only to be dragged down by problems in tonight's meeting, which was decidedly unfun.
Also: they're planning (and not too damn far off!) to shut down Receiving for a week. Nifty. I advanced the notion that I could just take a week off, stay home and play, and Oso immediately jumped in with nonono, you should come in, do administrative stuph, in a different room...He mentioned it being akin to schoolteachers who come in on their off-time, and don't get paid for that time, and still end up doing work for the school.
Heh. He so already thinks of me as an employee. Heh.
One hundred sixty-two extra miles total (addtitional to the base two hundred and ten pre-figured for the site). Yeah. I'm real pleased by this. And I don't have a tenth of the animosity that my cousin has at this time.
More from Geek Fair.
And here's Michael, our tech support god, looking tired but happy. (I'm going to hazard a guess that this was taken end of the day.)
The men of Fire & Steel talking to patrons. Considering all they had to contend with (high winds, insane heat, fire malfunctions), they did a good job.
Frederick with his baton.
The "action shot". In the background, you can see their sword swallower--the lady in the green tank top.
Finally, Fire & Steel's fan dancer. Nifty. Though I'm upset that our roving photographer didn't get any shots of their sword swallower in action. Drat.
The one, the only, Smashtacular. You pay us, we give you an implement of destruction and let you set to smashing printers. That's Gordon on the tall bike, btw--he's a resident volunteer/artist/handyman we have. Get this--he actually wired the handset of an old phone to a walkie-talkie so he could walk around, using the walkie-talkie as a megaphone or as a communications device. That was very retro, and very cool.
Next up: Sprockettes!
Today: too damn hot. Too damn sweaty. Too damn frenetic. Ended on a good note, only to be dragged down by problems in tonight's meeting, which was decidedly unfun.
Also: they're planning (and not too damn far off!) to shut down Receiving for a week. Nifty. I advanced the notion that I could just take a week off, stay home and play, and Oso immediately jumped in with nonono, you should come in, do administrative stuph, in a different room...He mentioned it being akin to schoolteachers who come in on their off-time, and don't get paid for that time, and still end up doing work for the school.
Heh. He so already thinks of me as an employee. Heh.