kvanderlaag
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I am the terror that crawls in the night. And by "terror that crawls in the night," I actually mean "loser who prowls the local Craigslist and Kijiji listings for old Macs." (Kijiji is a similar site owned by eBay, more popular in Canada than the States, I think.) Recently, I decided I needed a tower form-factor Mac that could run on the other side of my enormous desk in the study. There were a few G4s whose sellers never got back to me, and then this one 450 MHz Blue and White G3 that was selling for $45. Good enough, I figured, so away we went. Fired off an e-mail to the guy, he was out of town, but got back to me after the weekend inviting me to come pick it up if I was interested.
All right, he said he was going to be around after 6 this even. So, six o'clock rolls around, and I give him a call as I'm leaving. He stops me, though, telling me that his daughter needed a hand with something after work, and so it was going to be more like quarter to seven. All right, still good in my books. Turn around, come home, and work on my PHP web app a little more. 6:45 rolls around, so I call and check again. He's home, so I tell him I'll be there in fifteen minutes.
Driving there, I realize it's closer than I thought; great, makes my life easier! As I get closer, though, I start to get the vaguest feeling of deja vu. Pulling onto the street that the address is on, that sense becomes overwhelming. Thinking to myself, I eventually put the two together - this is the father of a female friend of mine, who actually recently lent me a SATA/IDE to USB adapter. Hilarity! Knock on the door, he answers it, tells me I made good time. There's a handshake, he invites me inside, and as I'd suspected, standing there in the kitchen, is my friend Ashley.
We all had a good laugh, her father goes to procure my G3, and her and I briefly catch up. He asks us how we know each other, and come to think of it, neither of us can remember. I think she's a friend of a friend I met...somewhere. I have no idea. At the end of the conversation, though, he looks at me, and tells me that I don't have to pay him for it. I insist, a little, and he turns me down again. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I collect my things, we share another laugh, and I take off.
At home, I now have this:
http://images.digital-angel.net/g3/set.jpg
http://images.digital-angel.net/g3/side.jpg
http://images.digital-angel.net/g3/front.jpg
http://images.digital-angel.net/g3/back.jpg
http://images.digital-angel.net/g3/open.jpg
450 MHz B&W G3, 128mb of RAM, CD-ROM and Zip 100 drives, the stock ATI graphics card - nothing special, but not a bad deal, I thought.
Installing OS 8.6 right now, which I suspect I will upgrade to 9.0.4, and eventually I might try an OS 10.4/9.0.4/PPC Linux triple-boot.
This should do nicely for all my Classic needs.
All right, he said he was going to be around after 6 this even. So, six o'clock rolls around, and I give him a call as I'm leaving. He stops me, though, telling me that his daughter needed a hand with something after work, and so it was going to be more like quarter to seven. All right, still good in my books. Turn around, come home, and work on my PHP web app a little more. 6:45 rolls around, so I call and check again. He's home, so I tell him I'll be there in fifteen minutes.
Driving there, I realize it's closer than I thought; great, makes my life easier! As I get closer, though, I start to get the vaguest feeling of deja vu. Pulling onto the street that the address is on, that sense becomes overwhelming. Thinking to myself, I eventually put the two together - this is the father of a female friend of mine, who actually recently lent me a SATA/IDE to USB adapter. Hilarity! Knock on the door, he answers it, tells me I made good time. There's a handshake, he invites me inside, and as I'd suspected, standing there in the kitchen, is my friend Ashley.
We all had a good laugh, her father goes to procure my G3, and her and I briefly catch up. He asks us how we know each other, and come to think of it, neither of us can remember. I think she's a friend of a friend I met...somewhere. I have no idea. At the end of the conversation, though, he looks at me, and tells me that I don't have to pay him for it. I insist, a little, and he turns me down again. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I collect my things, we share another laugh, and I take off.
At home, I now have this:
http://images.digital-angel.net/g3/set.jpg
http://images.digital-angel.net/g3/side.jpg
http://images.digital-angel.net/g3/front.jpg
http://images.digital-angel.net/g3/back.jpg
http://images.digital-angel.net/g3/open.jpg
450 MHz B&W G3, 128mb of RAM, CD-ROM and Zip 100 drives, the stock ATI graphics card - nothing special, but not a bad deal, I thought.
Installing OS 8.6 right now, which I suspect I will upgrade to 9.0.4, and eventually I might try an OS 10.4/9.0.4/PPC Linux triple-boot.
This should do nicely for all my Classic needs.