As with most stories of any worth this one starts with some dangerous free time and a borderline unhealthy obsession with science fiction. My old buzzer, which let's me know people want to come see me, was hardly aesthetically pleasing and thus not worthy of such a distinct and important job. I had tried over the years to spruce it up with assorted drawing sessions using markers and a little paint but nothing ever made it look... functional. To top it off, there is a leak behind the wall which has been endlessly patched and worked around, never really fixing the problem. That has left the wall thin and brittle. You can even see it move slightly when you apply pressure with your finder tips. It is covered in crumbling drywall and paint and bears new gross water marks every few weeks. Long ago I stopped painting it realizing the effort was futile but it is a high traffic area in my apartment and I need to keep that area clear. In other words, I can't put a piece of furniture in front of it or cover it with a tapestry or something.
The two buttons on my buzzer are very important to me. Along with the above mentioned task it is also how I get food, play the "which one of my friends is here and used the name Jeraldo?" and also to relay Mets scores to Ed the doorman who is not allowed to watch TV or listen to the radio, which is super lame. So not only did I need a buzzer that looked cool because it was on a wall that is less than nice looking but I needed one that looks cool because it was the obvious right thing to do. That can only be achieved by tapping into the genius of Arther C. Clarke and a Mr. Stanley Kubrik. I should have guessed. One minute into 2001, A Space Odyssey and I knew the fate of my buzzer. The intercom from the early 60's was going to get a well deserved and very overdue make over. I needed the advanced calculations and constant watchful eye of my very own HAL 9000 super computer.
Stage 1:
Destruction.
First the old plate comes off and the grinding begins. With the plate off the intercom you can see what 40 years of water damage looks like. It is amazing the electronics still work. They certainly don;t make them like that anymore.
Below you can see an old "HERE" imprint from the original design...I guess.
Stage 2:
Paint.


Here I mask out some silver lines and the base of what HAL will look like. I was not going for perfect replication by any means. I wanted more to make my own HAL. Hal8500.
Stage 3:
Grille.
Here I got lucky and had an old speaker lying around. This had some sweet metal mesh on it, almost exact to the real hal. How could I pass that up?



Stage 4:
Egg Me.
Had a "Magic Egg" lying around so I decided to use it by printing out a high resolution picture of Hals eye, rather than trying to completely reconstruct it, and enclosing that in the dome of the plastic. Below I build a cardboard base for the eye.

Stage 5:
Daisy.
All finished! Well everything except the name, which I have not deiced on. I think I may just put my address in there, don't know yet. Any suggestions? Next time you ring, you will know that HAL let you in. Doesn't that just make you feel safe? Hey at least I don't pay attention to that wall anymore. Evil super computers are much more interesting.
