This week brings us a very cool game. Street Fighter Online allows you to actually play other people online as actual Street Fighter or Marvel characters. I wasn’t able to get the online part to work because I wasn’t forwarding the proper port on my router, but I did play the story mode for a little bit and I it was hard, but lots of fun. As you progress in the story you can unlock more characters. Among the initial characters were Cyclops, Wolverine, Ryu and a few others. It looked like some of the unlockable players included Juggernaut, Iron Man, Spider-man and many more cool characters you might not expect like Onslaught and Sentinel. I did have to install the latest version of Shockwave for this to work, but overall the game was very entertaining and has plenty of replay value.
Not long after we moved into the Brighton House, my roommate Mike bought a camelbak to quench his thirst on those long bicycle rides along side the Charles River. Coincidentally, I came across this article days later. It describes how to create a Do-It-Yourself cheap Camelbak dryer using little more than just a plastic hanger. I immediately emailed Mike the link and put it out of my head.
It was not until a couple weekends ago that I was reminded of the subject. Mike came upstairs holding a wire hanger saying we was finally going to make the dryer. I made the suggestion that he should use a thicker, sturdier plastic hanger instead. Once he returned with the new plastic hanger, he asked me if I had anything to cut it with, adding that he didn’t want to make a bad cut and have it come out jagged and what not. After pondering this thought for a moment, I had an epiphany and responded, “Well…we could just…melt it…” Before he could finish his response, I was already downstairs ripping a brand new soldering iron my dad had given me as a gift out of its prison of plastic packaging. Mike had a cookie sheet out on the counter within seconds and then the real fun began.
The metaphor ‘Like a hot knife through butter’ has never been a more appropriate phrase. Although in this case its more like a super heated knife through processed and hardened petroleum, but I’ve had mashed potatoes enough to know what its like to cut through butter and I’ll be damned if this wasn’t close to that. The whole process could not have taken more than five minutes including taking the time to round out all the edges.
I was so excited at the prospect of this project that I didn’t even change out of my frisbee clothes from earlier in the day to dive right into this. I had Mike run upstairs to find my camera so we could take pictures to properly document this Brighton House project…then I had him open a window because it started to smell a little toxic.
Shift the tiles to make a path for the moving bowling ball so it can knock over all the pins in the allotted time.
This gets tricky by the second level.
There are many readers of this blog and I only know for sure who a handful of them are. That is on purpose. I don’t want to know. If I knew who some of my audience might be, then I might pander to their needs and this blog would no longer be as honest or as reflective of me as it should. I don’t expect people to talk to me about personal stuff that I post on here. Just because its up for display, doesn’t mean its up for public discussion. Its here for me to vent and share with you or as is more commonly the case, to enjoy and share with you. I’ve always wanted to be a source of inspiration to other people and very much not a burden.
Most of the readers of this blog know that I don’t really post that much personal stuff on here. What most of the readers do not know is that is because there is very little that happens to me personally. I went through so many depressions when I was younger that I’m avoidant of anything that could onset more. I avoid drama like the plague and for the most part I am drama-free and have been for quite a while. Probably the only personal thing that has happened to me in over a year is that I went on a date last month for the first time in probably about 6 years. It doesn’t seem that it led anywhere, sadly. And while that may seem a little depressing, I have to say I’ve never been happier than I have been in the past couple years. I’m very thankful for my job, my house, my roommates, and most especially my friends. I am particularly proud of some recent projects that I’ve been contributing to, most especially powet.tv. To me this project is the culmination of everything I’ve done on the internet since I first gained access in my sister’s dorm room at college and found a Transformers fan page. This project was a long time coming.
Today I played frisbee with my friends, as we do every Saturday at noon-thirty, rain or shine or hail or sleet. Today was particularly hot. Afterwards, we went to Sammy Jo’s and got ice cream, as we do after frisbee everyweek. We have many standing traditions these days. I probably should have gotten a slush instead, but I went for the Death by Chocolate. By the time I made it home, I had a raging migraine, so I laid down, but couldn’t fall asleep, instead sweating profusely on my bed in my overly warm room. We are hopefully getting AC units tomorrow. I finally ended up puking up what must have been the ice cream about an hour ago and felt a little better, but kept an ice bag on while I sat down to watch the tail end of a movie my roommate Suzanne was watching. The Shape of Things. It had a really messed up ending that Suzanne made a comment about off-hand on her way into the kitchen when the credits started rolling. I’m not sure I could disagree more, but being the avoidant person I am, I simply went upstairs in my room to sweat some more.
At this point, I’m feeling a bit better having gotten sick and all, but I clearly wasn’t in a condition to handle a movie like that at that moment and I felt like I needed to talk to someone. Naturally, I called my parents, but they weren’t home. They were most likely out to dinner with my sister, who is in town for the weekend for Fathers’ Day. I thought about who else I could call, but I slowly realized that it was Saturday night and everyone is out for the night. Not only that, but if it were any other night, I don’t know that I would still have anyone to confide in. I realized that so many people confide in me, but I don’t confide with anyone. I rarely ever need to, but I felt like this was the first time I needed to and there was noone there. It just made me really sad and made me feel a little alone.
Thats really all I had to share tonight. I suppose I felt the need to confide in this blog, at least.
If you’ve ever enjoyed watching the Red Bull FlugTag on television, this is your chance to take part in your very own FlugTag. Essentially you fly this custom built glider off a moving pier and see how far it can go. The custom gliders are often decorated…uh…imaginatively. My high score so far is 104.655 feet.
As I sat this morning, in the weekly workflow meeting, I watched Ken pick up a bundled cable of ethernet cord and unwrap it. He then proceeded to tie one end to the handle of the door to the conference room we were in. As he sat back down, he was unraveling the rest of the cord and pulled really hard on it. The heavy glass door didn’t budge.
This might seem like a weird thing to do but one must understand that, there are 4 poeple on conference call that have to get through their workflow first and then the senior team members come in and go over their workflow. We are the last to go, so we pretty much sit there for close to an hour with nothing to do. I normally bring in the daily Metro paper, read it and then do the sudoku and crossword puzzles. Ken often plays with anything within arms reach.
When the door didn’t move, I figured it was because he was sitting in an angle to the door. Naturally I took the cord and pulled on it since I was at a better angle, but all I managed to do was pull my chair a lot closer to the door. Once I rolled back to the table, I braced my feet and pulled really hard as though I were in a tug-o-war. Sadly, my effort had no effect. One of the senior programmers looked over at us, shaking his head, laughing, and said, “You two stooges do realize that door opens outward, right?” Ken and I looked at each other in surprise and he got up to check. Sure enough, he pushed on the door and it opened easily.
I bought the new AFI album this past week and I have to say I’m definitely digging it. I really loved the last album, Sing the Sorrow. Silver and Cold was probably my favorite track off that. This new album, Decemberunderground has some really catchy songs, but not in the annoying-repetitive-pop-kind-of-way. I put lyrics to the new single ‘Miss Murder’ after the jump.
Shortly after upgrading WordPress to 2.0.3, I had a number of entries I wanted to write, but first I decided to reload my main desktop computer because it was periodically freezing on me. I wasn’t able to leave it on during the day to download files or leave a scheduled job to run because I couldn’t rely on it staying stable. Thinking Windows was the problem, I reinstalled. Naturally, 21% into formatting the harddrive, the computer freezes. It appears that Windows was in fact not the culprit. This means it was a hardware issue. Man down.