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So guess who got stuck in his own driveway today?
I was dispatched to the library this morning for a VHS copy of Anchors Aweigh, which Em is studying in film class as an example of rotoscoping. In trying not to bash into her car at the end of the driveway, I overcompensated and planted my whole left side in the snowbank alongside where we got plowed out earlier in the week.
Good thing we have a house full of AAA members. I took the truck for the liberry run and they were just getting here to haul my baby out when I got back with the video.
En route to the Audubon branch, I noticed a new business name on the other side of the road: SYKES. That was a blast of deja vu: Sykes Datatronics was a long-ago computer company in Rochester, the last Chapter 11 my mentor filed before his death in 1986, less than two years into my career. The case got handed off to some bigger firm and I lost track of it. Could this be they? Apparently not, but as with all dead things, they live on in words and images on Teh Interwebs. Its onetime building, in an even-then-bad neighborhood on the west side of the city, has become something of an urban adventure playground, as this site illustrates in pictures from a little over a year ago; as the author-photographer captioned his opening shot,:
Welcome to Sykes!
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( A few more samples of his visit )
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Continuing with the kicking-it-old-school theme:
I passed around the pictures of Cameron's hat at the office a couple of weeks ago. One of the legal assistants really liked it and asked if Eleanor could make one for her. It's for a winter festival in just over a week, so time's kinda short here. All I had to go on was the color Mary wanted (pink) and her head size is, in her own word, "average." Eleanor then did this simply amazing drawing to get her more technical questions about it answered:
Just one problem: it's Saturday, and I don't know Mary all that well, not at all outside the office. But I know she's on Facebook, so I tried messaging her. No can do: Mary's locked down without even an "add as friend" button to attempt the contact. I tried messaging a couple other people on her friendslist; one didn't understand, the other hasn't replied yet. Finally, I resorted to something so ancient, so 20,000 minutes ago, I'm almost ashamed to admit it:
I looked her up in the phone book. Even more astounding, she was there. Hasn't answered the message, though; who checks machines in 2011?
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We're gonna watch a movie tonight. On DVD. Radical, dude.
I was dispatched to the library this morning for a VHS copy of Anchors Aweigh, which Em is studying in film class as an example of rotoscoping. In trying not to bash into her car at the end of the driveway, I overcompensated and planted my whole left side in the snowbank alongside where we got plowed out earlier in the week.
Good thing we have a house full of AAA members. I took the truck for the liberry run and they were just getting here to haul my baby out when I got back with the video.
En route to the Audubon branch, I noticed a new business name on the other side of the road: SYKES. That was a blast of deja vu: Sykes Datatronics was a long-ago computer company in Rochester, the last Chapter 11 my mentor filed before his death in 1986, less than two years into my career. The case got handed off to some bigger firm and I lost track of it. Could this be they? Apparently not, but as with all dead things, they live on in words and images on Teh Interwebs. Its onetime building, in an even-then-bad neighborhood on the west side of the city, has become something of an urban adventure playground, as this site illustrates in pictures from a little over a year ago; as the author-photographer captioned his opening shot,:
Welcome to Sykes!
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( A few more samples of his visit )
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Continuing with the kicking-it-old-school theme:
I passed around the pictures of Cameron's hat at the office a couple of weeks ago. One of the legal assistants really liked it and asked if Eleanor could make one for her. It's for a winter festival in just over a week, so time's kinda short here. All I had to go on was the color Mary wanted (pink) and her head size is, in her own word, "average." Eleanor then did this simply amazing drawing to get her more technical questions about it answered:
Just one problem: it's Saturday, and I don't know Mary all that well, not at all outside the office. But I know she's on Facebook, so I tried messaging her. No can do: Mary's locked down without even an "add as friend" button to attempt the contact. I tried messaging a couple other people on her friendslist; one didn't understand, the other hasn't replied yet. Finally, I resorted to something so ancient, so 20,000 minutes ago, I'm almost ashamed to admit it:
I looked her up in the phone book. Even more astounding, she was there. Hasn't answered the message, though; who checks machines in 2011?
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We're gonna watch a movie tonight. On DVD. Radical, dude.