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Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto
For doing the jobs that nobody wants to
and Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto
for helping me escape to where I needed to. . .
Jun. 13th, 2004
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Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto
For doing the jobs that nobody wants to
and Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto
for helping me escape to where I needed to. . .
Today is my birthday, so that means I am 2004 - 1967 years old right now. 37 I guess. It's really to the point now where I have stopped counting and have to do the math. Or else, I just ask ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
morgan1, she usually knows, since we're the same age for all but two months of the year.
We celebrated it yesterday, so that we would not have to deal with the constraints imposed by having to be at work the following day. She gave me a TFT display for my artsy-fartsy workstation (An Athlon 1GHz with wads o'RAM, wads o'Diskspace, Paint Shop Pro, and a MIDI Sequencer). She was then kind enough to give me time and space to geek out with it while she amused herself banging out blues on her Starfire.
The monitor is a MAG 14" with a really tiny footprint, even for a TFT display. I have been literally aching for one since 2001. Because of a CRT's huge footprint, my CRT resided on a shelf that was a bit too high for me to view comfortably. As a result, doing extensive graphics work or MIDI sequencing has been an exercise in masochism. I may be the only web-comic artist who turned to hand lettering because it was less painful for me than computer lettering. Now my monitor sits on my keyboard tray, at a very comfortable viewing angle.
But wait . . . there's more!
With the CRT gone, I could move my inkjet printer from my bookcase to where the CRT sat. The scanner moves from the keyboard tray to the bookcase, and there is still enough room for my turntable. Yaaay! I can listen to LP's again. More importantly, I can rip them to burn to CD in mixes. Time to break out the Jello Biafra album and listen to "Die for Oil, Sucker!" More than 12 years old and relevant as ever. I have to find something to raise the scanner so it's higher than the turntable since, with the exception of fan art and political cartoons, everything I scan is bigger than that scanner can manage in a single pass.
So yay, LP's and no more pain when lettering HaNozri. I will probably continue hand lettering Cat-Tharsis though, because I like the fact that my originals are complete pieces that can stand on their own.
After I geeked out rearranging everything and Morgan geeked out with her guitars, we went out to dinner at a Tibetan place called Everest on Grand. Yummy Lamb Curry, Yummy Asparagus Curry, Yummy Dal, Yummy Yak Momos (pot-stickers), and yummy cheese balls in light syrup for dessert. Along with yummy Poori and Yummy Naan. It was, as you might have concluded, yummy. I was especially impressed with the curries which did not rely heavily on either cumin or turmeric, which made them far less "edgy" than Indian curries.
And today we went canoeing. Morgan struggled a bit with sunscreen induced allergies so it was not as good a time as it might have been, but she has bathed and is feeling better now.
morgan1, she usually knows, since we're the same age for all but two months of the year.We celebrated it yesterday, so that we would not have to deal with the constraints imposed by having to be at work the following day. She gave me a TFT display for my artsy-fartsy workstation (An Athlon 1GHz with wads o'RAM, wads o'Diskspace, Paint Shop Pro, and a MIDI Sequencer). She was then kind enough to give me time and space to geek out with it while she amused herself banging out blues on her Starfire.
The monitor is a MAG 14" with a really tiny footprint, even for a TFT display. I have been literally aching for one since 2001. Because of a CRT's huge footprint, my CRT resided on a shelf that was a bit too high for me to view comfortably. As a result, doing extensive graphics work or MIDI sequencing has been an exercise in masochism. I may be the only web-comic artist who turned to hand lettering because it was less painful for me than computer lettering. Now my monitor sits on my keyboard tray, at a very comfortable viewing angle.
But wait . . . there's more!
With the CRT gone, I could move my inkjet printer from my bookcase to where the CRT sat. The scanner moves from the keyboard tray to the bookcase, and there is still enough room for my turntable. Yaaay! I can listen to LP's again. More importantly, I can rip them to burn to CD in mixes. Time to break out the Jello Biafra album and listen to "Die for Oil, Sucker!" More than 12 years old and relevant as ever. I have to find something to raise the scanner so it's higher than the turntable since, with the exception of fan art and political cartoons, everything I scan is bigger than that scanner can manage in a single pass.
So yay, LP's and no more pain when lettering HaNozri. I will probably continue hand lettering Cat-Tharsis though, because I like the fact that my originals are complete pieces that can stand on their own.
After I geeked out rearranging everything and Morgan geeked out with her guitars, we went out to dinner at a Tibetan place called Everest on Grand. Yummy Lamb Curry, Yummy Asparagus Curry, Yummy Dal, Yummy Yak Momos (pot-stickers), and yummy cheese balls in light syrup for dessert. Along with yummy Poori and Yummy Naan. It was, as you might have concluded, yummy. I was especially impressed with the curries which did not rely heavily on either cumin or turmeric, which made them far less "edgy" than Indian curries.
And today we went canoeing. Morgan struggled a bit with sunscreen induced allergies so it was not as good a time as it might have been, but she has bathed and is feeling better now.