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{Several hours of "testing", cleverly disguised as a long session of playing Diablo II, later --} All right, then, I think I'm ready to declare Operation Breadbox a success. Operational debriefing details and informational schematics follow under the cut:
Operative Snip signing in the Bun upon its arrival at our secure facility.
Operative Snip is briefed as to the contents of the Bun. Operative Snip would much rather have had a pony.
Congratulations, it's a... facehugger.
Initial verification of the contents of the Bun.
First good look at the Bun's inner containment vessel.
Operative Snip would much rather have gotten a pony.
Intermediate containment vessel removed. Operative Snip has been sent for a "time-out".
Photo of intermediate containment vessel.
Inner containment vessel is breached.
Contents of inner containment vessel.
Operative Snip breaches time-out chamber.
Verification that the Bun does, in fact, fit into a Breadbox, with room left over for several boxes of lightbulbs and a flashlight.
Bun placed into holding chamber awaiting final preparation of Bun's operational environment.
The Bun installed in his permanent habitat.
So, some 2 1/2 years after the demise of my last boughten Mac, I've finally scraped together the means to nearly catch up to the moving target that is Moore's Law, for now, and the iMac Formerly Known As may lapse into semiretirement with full honors. Thanks are also due to Mum's friend Kathy G____, for helping us to bypass the whole "what can Brown do to you?" nightmare of trying to receive packages in this building.
The Mini's formal name, by the way, is Gaius Lucilius Minipomatus. And yes, I know that sounds more like Homer Simpson's restaurant reviews than a proper cognomen, but there you go.
Operative Snip signing in the Bun upon its arrival at our secure facility.
Operative Snip is briefed as to the contents of the Bun. Operative Snip would much rather have had a pony.
Congratulations, it's a... facehugger.
Initial verification of the contents of the Bun.
First good look at the Bun's inner containment vessel.
Operative Snip would much rather have gotten a pony.
Intermediate containment vessel removed. Operative Snip has been sent for a "time-out".
Photo of intermediate containment vessel.
Inner containment vessel is breached.
Contents of inner containment vessel.
Operative Snip breaches time-out chamber.
Verification that the Bun does, in fact, fit into a Breadbox, with room left over for several boxes of lightbulbs and a flashlight.
Bun placed into holding chamber awaiting final preparation of Bun's operational environment.
The Bun installed in his permanent habitat.
So, some 2 1/2 years after the demise of my last boughten Mac, I've finally scraped together the means to nearly catch up to the moving target that is Moore's Law, for now, and the iMac Formerly Known As may lapse into semiretirement with full honors. Thanks are also due to Mum's friend Kathy G____, for helping us to bypass the whole "what can Brown do to you?" nightmare of trying to receive packages in this building.
The Mini's formal name, by the way, is Gaius Lucilius Minipomatus. And yes, I know that sounds more like Homer Simpson's restaurant reviews than a proper cognomen, but there you go.