This AM the boys were up with their friends making the next generation of mods to the fort. They decided that they each needed a title and a calling card. Each has a code name, a mission, a team an other vital sttats. A combination baseball card and a biz card if you will. Fire up the Mac and off they go. Wait…we want take pictures from Photo Booth on the other computer and use those. Dad how do we get the picture from Photo Booth to the other mac?….
I walk away thinking OK…got to save a file on the disk some how…gosh what format?…then copy over…crap that means setting up file sharing…. “Dad, we can just e-mail it to ourselves”. But wait I haven’t set up the e-mail on the new computer yet. But before I can get the words out of my mouth Ben’s already pushed send and is checking his gmail. Sure enough there it is.
I’m going riding. These guys don’t need me. Sure enough I get back and they each have their own calling card: Meet “The Janitor”, “The Beast”, “Chicken Little”, “The Fuzz”, and “Rex”:
