jpegs from memory lane

I'm face with a terrible dilema: I acquired a new scanner, PCMCIA SCSI controller, configured SANE, and wrote code to handle automated image uploading and attaching to Slash stories. All of these need testing. And I have this stack of pictures that we took of our old house before we moved last July. So click the link below to view a truckload of jpegs, plus my descriptions, of the place affectionately known as GH1.0. Really, this won't be of any interest whatsoever except to the handful of you who visited the place, but some of you may want to come along for the ride.

Isn't it exciting? I didn't really think so either, but you can't really do a photo pictorial without at least showing the outside of the house. Sure, I never went there, but its important to provide context. Yes, thats my p.o.s. ford tempo there. At around 110,000 miles, I figure it'll die sometime next week.

This is a picture of the living room from my usual spot. Important things to note include Little Ceasar:nates little win95 pizza box converter, connected to the TV with a scan converter. It was typically controlled using VNC for the strict purposes of web surfing, occasional email reading, playing You Don't Know Jack, and watching South Park RealVideo clips. It also has a cool little wireless keyboard (visible to the right of my laptop). Also note fabulous ceramic artwork on the left (created by yours truely) the dynamic duo of lava lamps, and a monitor that we used before we got a good scan convertor for ceaser, and then were to lazy to move. The big white spot on the wall is printer paper. Dave spray mounted a ream of printer paper to the wall that we used as a screen when we stole the projector from work and watched Star Wars on our wall.

here is our mantle. On it we proudly displayed some of the many empty bottles of booze that were given to us by other people, because we don't drink. Above them is a poster stating "Live the Dream:Say no to Drugs and Alcohol". Nate acquired that poster one evening while surfing for free stuff that people would mail him on the net. Just one of the many contradictions that defined daily life in GH1.0

Here we see the fridge. Ontop of it are more empty bottles given to us by complete strangers we encountered on the way to church. Also there are some peanut jars filled with beer bottle caps. The articles on the fridge are Nicholas Petreley articles nate clipped out from InfoWorld during his stay at Donnelly. I guess the fridge was our Mini Slashdot- anytime Linux was mentioned in InfoWorld, the article ended up there.

Another shot of the kitchen. Everything was meticulously catagorized, ordered and sorted on the counter so that the resident hoardes of insects could eat the crusted bits of food off the plates. We regarded all forms of nature as part of the food chain. Since then we got a dishwasher. Thank god.

Off to the basement. This was dave's spot. Dave didn't leave this spot much. Frankly I'm not quite sure how we managed to get a picture of this spot without him in it. There must have been food upstairs used as a lure. That 21" screen was my old one. After I got my laptop, dave borrowed it. Kendall swapped me his scanner and some dough for it. So I guess it makes sense that it somehow get included in the first batch of pictures I scanned it. Also note dave's bottle of whiskey perched safely atop his computer stand. That was daves. He could legally drink. He was the oldest.

Here was our big messy computer parts table. When anyone needed space to disembowel their beast, here's where they did it. As 75% of GH1.0's population purchased laptops, the PC gutting became less frequent. Strange things about laptops- ya just don't take them apart as often. Also note the cables dangling from the ceiling- our house was (poorly) wired for 10base-t using a meticulously designed network (literally:Random cables flung everywhere and attached with hubs at arbitrary points throughout the structure).

this dank pit was a late bloomer at the geekhouse. Weeks before we moved out, I bought a guitar and Dave bought a base. Here is where we learned 4 chords (well, we each learned 2. division of labor seemed the best way to go about mastering them all). Dave since has painted his guitar black. I've since learned 2 more chords.

And now the moment you'll live to regret:Thats me, back before I shaved my head. I sit comfortably on my poof chair, contemplating how to respond to whatever flame I was reading at the time. You can see some better views of some of my ceramic work on the coffee table, as well as kurts copy of Total Quality Management off to the left hand side of the screen. I also see a copy of wired, several empty Honey Browns, and a partially full 5th of Bushmills. These were left by Jehovah's witnesses who we invited in for a chat and cookies.

So thats the place. Those of you who were there, wasn't it great? Aren't you glad we aren't in that pit anymore? Why did we move to this pit again? For those of you who have never seen or heard of this place before, I'm sorry. Go about your business and forget you ever saw this catastrophe. But come back tomorrow- I've got a big stack of pictures of the residents of GH2.0 to scan in, and hankering to post them too....