5/26/10

OK, the more I “spoke” to John R about the Beetle, the less interested in it I became. I think we’re going to pass on that car. Which brings me back to the 1200 faux rally car. Back a few years ago when I owned that car, I used to call it The Super Karate-Monkey Death Car. Hopefully y'all know me well enough by now to see where I'm going with that statement. Yes, Super Karate-Monkey Death Car is officially going to be that car’s name, again. I was about to say it is back in the stable, but I haven’t taken delivery from Gregg yet. I know, I shouldn't take on another 1200 project when I have so many others stagnant at the shop already. But come on, it’s Super Karate-Monkey Death Car! Besides, if I forgo the supercharger, which I think now I will do, it shouldn't take too much to get that car back on the road. With it being a “known quantity” in that it is a Datsun, and more specifically a 1200, it ought to be a “no brainer.” Well, I've got to go do actual work stuff for a while. Perhaps I'll come back to talk to y'all some more later. Holy crap! I've been at it full tilt for the last few hours. I didn't even get to have lunch. OK, part of the reason for skipping lunch was a dude pissed me off to the point where I wasn't even hungry. Here’s the story. As I was walking past a meeting room which is equipped with one of “my” projectors, I noticed a hot chick with a giant computer. I stuck my head in an asked if she was hooking up to said projector. “No,” she replied, “we’re bringing our own.” I shrugged it off and went on about my business. When I came back by later, I looked in and saw that their projector was shining on about ¼ of the screen, keystoned to hell, and looking like crap. “Oh no,” I said as I walked in, “I’m not letting y'all project like that.” I proceeded to help them hook up to my projector. While we were working on it, some douche-nozzle walks in and says, “What’s going on?” I told him we were going to use my projector. “No,” he said, “that thing is old. It will look like crap.” I told him his projector looked like crap and described the image. “But our projector has 1280p resolution,” he said. “True,” says I, “but it doesn't fill the screen and the keystone is way off.” we continue hooking up my equipment. The dude storms off. As we are getting the image up on the screen, he comes back bitching about my projector’s 1024x768 resolution. Another dude from the group says to him, “They are fourth graders. Are they even going to notice?” No sooner than he said that, did the image come up on the screen. “That looks like crap,” Douche Nozzle says. “Fine,” I say as I grab my remote and shut off my projector. “Use your projector. I don't care,” and walked out of the room. Oh yes I did! I shut the fucking projector right the fuck down and left. It was about then that I was pissed off to the point of not eating lunch. I vented the story to a couple administrative assistants (secretaries) I know and felt a little better. Eventually I was told which admin’s group was at fault. I went to find her. She actually wound up calling me! They actually had the balls to request a microphone from me! I wanted to walk in and say, “Yeah, I'd give you a microphone, but it might sound like crap, so I won't. Oh, do you hear that crackling sound? That is the bridge between us burning.” Had anyone but the admin made the request, I might have blown them off. But I like Amy. I took her aside and told her the story. She sympathized and told me she had to special order that projector because Douche Nozzle had to have his six-billion pixel resolution. I hate fuck-tard technology shits. “Ooh, we have to throw all of our equipment away and replace it with new, higher resolution stuff.” Fine, give me the $60,000.00 to replace these projectors with 10,000,000p resolution units and I will. Until then, fuck off you fucking fuck-tard shit for brains asshole! I wish I'd done that last sentence in all caps, but I'm not going back to “fix” it. So there. Oh yeah, guess which projector they were using when I went in to give them a microphone. (He says with smug satisfaction.)