Here are some domes you'll never see anywhere but here.
|My day job is being an engineer. Done it for years. I use to look like this guy, but I quit wearing ties after I was kicked out of management. All for the better.|
One of the downsides of management is that one attends too many meetings with these types. I might have ended becoming one of them.
Then I wouldn't have been able to sit in front of a computer pretending to work, when I was really learning how to write web pages and surf the net.
The figures were printed on an inkjet, mounted to plastic and encased in resin. Yes, this is almost a lucite dome.
|Most people on the Internet weren't even born when this
machine was a top seller. It's a Teletype Model 33.
Clackety clack clack at 300 baud! These babies paid my
salary for years. Today, the factory where these were made
has been turned into a shopping mall. The building with
my office was razed and a Best Buy now stands in its place.
Now they're selling technology that I only dreamed of when
I was punching out programs on a 33.
Enough about work. Let's talk about fun. Every day is a vacation if you own a little convertible. This is my snowdome getter. It's too small for golf clubs, but it will pack a lot of domes.
The little figures used to be angels from a Christmas dome, but they had their wings clipped. The car was molded from quick-set resin. I printed the name plate on an inkjet and encased that in resin. After a few months, the car dissolved. Life is cruel in the snow dome biz.
I'll try it again some day.
Rev 1.0 January 23, 1999