Green Corner

Apple iSight cameras from 2003.

ðŸŽķI rearranged my office and put up a Mac Museum!ðŸŽķ After a staff member retired, I was able to rearrange my office, gather up some of our old Macintosh computers along with other vintage Apple devices, and use the green corner where my desk used to be to make a little Mac Museum.

View of the green corner my desk used to be in. I used old aluminum case Mac Pros for the shelf supports. I also ordered a small conference table to fill out the open space in the middle of the office.

I removed a desk and shelves from this corner of my office, put my desk there, and hung photos on the walls.

Orian’s desk. She’s our new data analyst.

A 23-inch Cinema Display from 2000, an Apple AirPort Extreme from 2009, and a PowerBook G3 from 1998.

I searched our storage unit and my infinite shed of doom and came up with various vintage monitors, Macs, and Apple devices

Purple iMac G3 from 1999.

iMac G4 from 2002.

A G4 Mac Mini from 2005, and an aluminum case 23-inch Cinema Display from 2005.

Macintosh SE/30 from 1989 and a PowerBook 1400 from 1996.

2nd, 3rd, and 4th generation iPods, an iPod touch, and an early iPhone. Behind the iPods is a 9.7″ iPad from 2012.

A view of my desk from Oriana’s desk.

Bloody Binding Queen

After a long week starting to moving into our new office building, WordPress giving all kinds of trouble again, and getting my second vaccine against covid cooties this morning, I’m feeling like how this poor frost-bitten tulip looks.

Bloody Binding Queen

Timothy Price. Music by Abba

I can’t think of anything better for a Friday night at the end of a long week than a bloody awful parody about our Bloody Binding Queen. At the end of last month, Erma was compiling thousands of pages of final reports for facility condition assessments, punching and assembling them into a whole bunch of binders. She kept getting paper cuts and used up all the bandaids we had in the office. I told her she was a “Bloody Binding Queen!” The light went on. After I got home that night, I found the music for “Dancing Queen” by Abba, wrote the parody lyrics (see the lyrics at the end of the post), learned the song, recorded the parody, and sent it to Erma. She was pleased because that was the first song ever done for her.

Since we have had hard frosts the last few nights our tulips are looking like bloody binding queens all frost-bitten and shriveled up. I finally got the IT Department’s office in order, and I got various cuts and bled in the process. We also got Internet, a new alarm system and new tile in the kitchen, copier room and workroom in the new building. So we’ve made a lot of progress.

Looking into the IT office from the door to the office.

Another sad tulip

Bruce’s desk

A Vulture heard there was a bloody binding queen and started circling overhead.

My desk

Dale’s Peach Tree is blooming

Dede’s desk

Daddy owl watching

Looking out into the open work area where multiple workstations will go from my desk.

Mama Owl peeking

Bloody Binding Queen
Lyrics by Timothy Price
Music by ABBA

Ooh, you can bind, in the grind
Compiling the papers you find
Ooh, see the girl, with the punch machine
Bleeding the binding queen

Friday night and it’s time to go
Look at the papers not that low
Where they are piled high in the binders rings
Although a vegan might go to a Burger King

Look at the clock and you sigh
It’s getting old paper piled high
With a final push, you can meet the deadline
You’re in the mood to dance
But there’s not a chance

You’re a binding queen
A paper cut from page seventeen
Bloody binding queen
Hear the grind of pages shredding
Oh, crap

You can bind, in the grind
Compiling the pages you find
Ooh, see the girl, with the punch machine
Bleeding the binding queen

You’re a wheezer, from paper spawn
The cuts are burning the bleeding goes on
Looking for another plaster anyone will do
You’re in the mood to dance

Look at the clock and you sigh
It’s getting old paper piled high
With a final push, you can meet the deadline
You’re in the mood to dance
But there’s not a chance

You’re a binding queen
A paper cut from page seventeen
Bloody binding queen
Hear the grind of pages shredding
Oh, crap

You can bind, in the grind
Compiling the pages you find
Ooh, see the girl, with the punch machine
Bleeding the binding queen

Bleeding the binding queen