The Old Man's Computer

In the last post, I commented about the old man’s sanity. I lied. I don’t think the man was ever sane. But my brother’s computer pushed him a little bit more onto that side of the equation. The old guy isn’t a geek. If anything he is a mechanic with an art side. Oh sure, all my childhood he pretended to be a geek, for which I am grateful because I grew up with computers. (I still remember our Atari 400, the Atari 1200XL and of course the Commodore 64, and the TI’s at school. … Thank goodness for IBM! and the emulations it provides!) I digress. The guy is the manager of a service department, and he insists that he needs a nice computer to do his job. I’m familiar with the software they use, a 286 is WAY more than adequate, but he still insists. So, as the faithful son who IS a geek, I have to help him to make sure he doesn’t screw things up. With the way this thing is turning out, with the clear case, lights, special gadgets, he will make the others at the LAN party green with envy! If he ever attended one. I can’t let my father have a crapper! What if I need to use it in my plans for taking over the world? A 286 sure won’t get me very far!

The little lady informed me that her brother is serving in the Navy. I knew that. He is a sailor who has never set foot on a boat! Sorry dude! Didn’t intend to forget about you.

While applying my mental capacities to the study of obtaining Overlord status, I found myself playing a remarkable game. Evil Genius. Aside from the game play, which I find absolutely hilarious, this is a great tool to help design your inner sanctum. It isn’t the final word on the matter by any means, but it does help you to quickly visualize your ideas.

I hate fence sitters. You know those guys at work who will play both sides in the political games, I hate them. They never seem to get fired, despite the fact that they NEVER produce anything. The truth is, they are a major drain on resources. They turn a 15 minute quick fix, into a 6 month long train wreck. When the wreck finally settles and you are allowed to implement that 15 minute fix, they claim the credit, and get all the praise for recovering from the mighty pile of twisted metal and broken bodies. In the history books of the future, I hope they read, “The corporate fence sitters were the first ones against the wall, after the marketing departments.”

I was thinking of starting an open source project with the ultimate goal of putting me in complete control of, well… everything. You know how open source works, all the geeks in the world unite for the first BETA release, maybe even an initial release, but lose interest right when it really starts to take off. I would have my software required to implement plans for world domination, but afraid to run it for fear of the many unknown bugs. Accidentally initiate the doomsday device instead of opening the garage. Disaster written all over that.


Until tomorrow!