I finally broke down and bought a second monitor for the G5 and now I have plenty of real estate to muck around with when I'm posting. No more Command-tabbing.
I can tile several windows and flip quickly between Comic Life, Photoshop, Art Rage, Sandvox, RapidWeaver, Canvas, Bento, Entourage, iPhoto, and three or four browsers to offer even more equal opportunity offensiveness to you and your friends and family on the Ted Stevens InterTube to Nowhere. I do have a monitor stand coming.
Besides the iMac, you can see three of the older iMacs, dating back to the original tray load Bondi Blue model, a graphite DV, and a blue slot loader that belonged to Mrs. Faustroll before we eBay'd a G4 cube for her a few years back. That glowing blue light? It's an acomdata 1 TB drive that is sitting on a 500 GB Iomega Porsche. They are directly connected to the iMac. I have an additional 2 TB of NAS on the Outpatient Clinic network.
You can see the G4 Cube to the right in this picture of the mess behind me where the eMac is hooked to the turntable that digitizes the old 45s my sister sent out last year or the year before. Actually, you can't see the Cube, which is behind the monitor, or the turntable, which is to the left of the eMac. That's part of the Pataphysical Hurricane Center up front near the keyboard. I have no idea what is buried in that mound of paper and CDs and DVDs that has been growing for several weeks now.
Up in the corner opposite me near the greenhouse window is one of my three or fourth Macs, an SE 40 I believe. Next to it, is the typewriter my parents bought me in the fourth grade so I would no longer have to put up with this crazy fucking teacher who demanded I write with the right hand in class and gave me F's in penmanship. Additionally, the same crazy bat-shit bitch routinely sent me to principal Yellen's office, accusing me of having someone else do my homework because when I wasn't in her brain dead worthless piece of shit of a classroom I wrote with my left hand like Satan intended me to.
The typewriter is an Erica and was manufactured in USSR occupied East Germany according to a printed label on the back. This typewriter was purchased at one of the many free trade shops that were leveled to make way for the World Trade Center which vanished from the face of the earth on September 1, 2001 when a bunch of pissed off hard Islami guys used their frequent miles to make George W. Bush piss in his pants in front of a bunch of elementary school kids, the pussy.
I have several other Macs — two original 128K models, four si's, two or three Performas, three cx's, a mini, a Powerbook 190 grayscale, two MacBooks, an Apple TV, a TimeCapsule, and even a 1987 model whose name escaped me that has an Orange 386 card in it that ran Windows for Workgroups, don't ask me why. I never used it.
I don't know what got me off on this tangent when there is so much important shit going on in the real world with Red Sonya and the insignificant penises. I guess I must make some act of contrition such as firmly resolving with the help of some grease to commit more sins, with my sore penis, and to amend my life, and something to do with almonds.