thepeopleseason: (shimmy)
Regarding this article, I'm just way too lazy to register an account to post the following comment:
A m00se 0nce bit my sister.
thepeopleseason: (tienxia)
I threw my back out on Thursday morning, so I've pretty much stayed at home since Friday morning, relegated to bed. Unfortunately, my WiFi is acting wonky, so I only had time to do the following:
  • Watch this week's Lost.
  • Read The Little Book of Common Sense Investing by John C. Bogle.
  • Read The Little Book That Beats the Market by Joel Greenblatt.
  • Watch Aqua Teen Hunger Force Vol. 1: Disc 2.
  • Watch Negima: Magic 601
  • Watch An Evening with Kevin Smith 2: Evening Harder Disc 2.
  • Watch Touching the Void.
  • Finish Prince of Persia: The Two Thrones.
I wish I could have known I would throw my back out--then I'd have planned to have more stuff on the TiVo to kill time.
thepeopleseason: (Default)
Regarding this:
[livejournal.com profile] batnandu: what is WRONG with you?
batnandu: you and those fucking lego videogames
batnandu: it's weird, i tell ya
batnandu: just weird
batnandu: uh oh
batnandu: maybe this is like the start of my long journey into irrelevance
batnandu: you know how adults never understand the stuff that's cool with kids?
batnandu: shit
batnandu: ok, dude, we needs to play some lego games soon
batnandu: i gotta re-up my
batnandu: something
batnandu: or something


And:
[livejournal.com profile] thepeopleseason: you see the video of Eddie Griffin killing the Enzo?
batnandu: no
thepeopleseason: http://dethroner.com/2007/03/27/clips-eddie-griffin-totals-a-ferrari-enzo/
batnandu: yeah
batnandu: i saw the link to the video
batnandu: i just didn't see the video
batnandu: sheesh. just because i don't get your stupid lego games doesn't mean i'm a total luddite geezer.
thepeopleseason: (freakin' duck)
Apparently two separate studies have found a correlation between racing video game play and increased risk-taking on meatspace roads.

Despite most gamers' insistence that gaming does not affect real-life behavior, anyone who's gotten on the road after playing Rush 2049 or Burnout knows the little, evil robot usses that pop onto the shoulder and insist on taking shortcuts or trying to get more boost by running your fellow commuters off the road.
thepeopleseason: (freakin' duck)
So last night, I ended up hitting a local bar for their Guitar Hero competition. Having played very little actual Guitar Hero II, I didn't sign up to compete, my primary reason for being there was to meet up with El Guapo, his brother [livejournal.com profile] skander, and his other brother who to the best of my knowledge has no sort of blog. I get there somewhat earlier than the rest of the gang and mill about the bar while I wait for the Guapos. At one point one of the competitors walks up to me and asks, "Did you play at the competition at the Independent a long time ago?"

When I reply in the affirmative, he responds: "Dude, you're the reason that I play Guitar Hero!"

I'm not sure what to think of that.


Listening to the morning radio, I learned that the general contractor assigned to do roadwork on I-20 near Atlanta may be fined for exceeding the early-morning time alloted to blocking a lane on the interstate and causing a disproportionate amount of gridlock. Coupled with the recent news that Turner Broadcasting will likely pay some two million dollars for the media and police disruption of Boston as a result of the Aqua Teen Hunger Force viral marketing campaign, it occurs to me that if we're going to make people pay for screwing up traffic, then the purveyors of the Big Dig probably owe the city a pretty penny.


And finally, from [livejournal.com profile] countessmary: Bold the series that you've seen for 3 or more episodes. Underline the series that you know for sure (or that you've seen them complete). If you want, add three more series (keep it in alphabetic order).

I added Beauty and the Geek, Cupid, and Psych.

big list of television series )
thepeopleseason: (jet li)
[livejournal.com profile] flattop: dude, you haven't posted in LJ in a week. are you dead? or just spending all your time having sex, like your dad told you not to?

flattop: you know when you're playing gin and you knock, and you want to look at the next card on the deck, and you know you shouldn't, but you do and of course it's your card. you know that feeling?
[livejournal.com profile] thepeopleseason: yes, I know that feeling.
flattop: well, after you put a contract on a house, don't look at the MLS listings.

flattop: i get more said in your journal than in my own.
thepeopleseason: (aphex)
I'm never going in on group meals again.

Inevitably, someone wants to split the tab evenly when one of them has ordered fifteen gazillion beers when all you drank was water. Or you end up short because someone can't count, and you feel rotten for leaving the overly-generous server a 0.002 percent tip.

What happened tonight, however, is the cake-taker.

Someone ate my dinner.

Prior to our disastrous pool league match today, I asked Ollie if he was hungry at all. After some hashing back and forth about where to go, we finally settled on Pizza. I ordered two medium pizzas from Mellow Mushroom, and I picked up the tab on my credit card, totaling about 32 dollars.

Courtney, Ollie, and I sat down and had about a pie's worth of slices. Nandu said he might be interested in some, so I pooled the boxes and entrusted the leftovers to Heidi in the kitchen. I figured that Nandu would eat his share, and I could eat the rest for dinner Wednesday after work.

At some point during the match, I see Rob coming down with two slices of the pizza. He offers to pay for his share, so I don't mind so much.

At the end of the night, however, I ask Ollie for the box, and he says there's just one slice left. Apparently when Rob found the pizza, others helped themselves to the rest of the pie.

What the fuck? Ollie gave me ten dollars for his share, and I felt bad about asking Courtney for five additional. I gave Rob's two dollars back to Ollie--he and Courtney didn't eat half the fucking tab's worth of pizza; at most they ate a quarter of it, and they're still paying for almost half.

Which just leaves me to pay the other half.

So whoever the hell you are that ate my dinner for tonight, I hope to hell it gives you anal seepage.
thepeopleseason: (Default)
As I mentioned last Sunday, despite our losses last weekend to the Hammerheads (Troy Freeman's team out of Maggie's in Toco Hills), our first place status in the Midtown division enabled us to continue playing this weekend. And this time, it sucked considerably less.

We made it past two further rounds, and despite our loss in the third round today, we're qualified for the city finals in June. Should we maintain solid play throughout this session, we continue to have a chance to win a trip to Vegas.

That's all for now. I'm horrendously tired. Thanks to a shower and soft bedclothes, I'm no longer feeling the wretchedness of spending about 14 hours at Cue's II.
thepeopleseason: (Default)


The folks at Retrocrush have posted another obscure video game quiz.
thepeopleseason: (Default)
And it blew. Why did I agree to this?
thepeopleseason: (pool)
I played in my first division championship for APA Eight Ball today. To quote Xander from Buffy, On a scale from one to ten, it sucked. )

I left Cue's II feeling wretched. Not so much because of the match, though. By the time we returned from dinner, I had had just about my fill of the insipid atmosphere and oppressive cigarette and cigar smoke which permeates the sweltering armpit of a pool hall, and once our match was complete, I felt it had infected me with some horrid disease spontaneously growing from the tar-flavored miasma. I just know my spending about an entire day's worth of time in what should be called "Cue's Inferno" has robbed me of some precious time on the mortal coil...

Once we got back to DuPree's, however, I did spy yet another lithe, effulgent young Sweeney-type playing on Table 3. She was most cute. (No, I did not talk to her. Nor her boyfriend).

We're going to help Patty move to the Mattress Factory Lofts tomorrow, so I'm going to try to catch some shut-eye.
thepeopleseason: (Default)
Following a freak Frigit mishap, I now have only three of the original twelve marbles that came included with the toy.

I need more marbles.
thepeopleseason: (Default)
I just had to mention the cool shit I got for Christmas. Aside from cash, which is the most versatile gift you can possibly get someone, and the aforementioned book and GIR plushie from Earnie, Gene got me Frigits, the magnetic marble rollercoaster. I've been looking at these things for a while now, since Jerry told me about them.

I finally had the chance to open them up last night. I set up numerous different configurations, and promptly lost about half the included marbles behind the fridge.

The ferris wheel unit doesn't always work right, so the marbles will often glance off of the side of one of the wells and bounce about the kitchen, usually finding its way around to the gap between the wall and the fridge.

Still, though, it's some pretty cool shit. Thanks, Gene.

Jerry and I are thinking about getting each other Roombas because we're both really lazy bastards, but we're still waiting to see how the reviews are on the thing.
thepeopleseason: (Default)
Last night I went to sleep around 1:00 or so, after playing a game of computer chess and reading Nick Bantok's Alexandria.

At approximately 7:45 A.M., the power went out around Peachtree Street from North Avenue to about 14th Street this morning. I woke up to the sound of the First Union Building backup generators kicking in--imagine the sounds of a large diesel engine strapped to a skyscraper. Not so shortly thereafter, the plaintive alarms of my two UPS units started. For about forty-five minutes, I half-listened to the syncopated beeping and tried to return to my dreams. Amidst the cacophony, my clock radio kicked off its own alarm, with the morning news and traffic report.

Figuring that listening would just run the battery backup down on the clock, I shut it off and tried in vain to go back to sleep.

I tossed about the bed until about 9:32 and then finally rose to shower and shave for work. I was about 10 minutes late, which isn't really a huge concern.

I had wanted to stop off at the LaVista Sandwich Shop about six doors down from the office to grab a bagel with egg and cheese or something, but as I approached, I noticed their closed door. They're shut down for the season.

So now I'm exceedingly hungry.

The previously promised More Christmas stuff )
thepeopleseason: (cornholio)
This has been quite a week. Like I said before, I went to go see Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers on Tuesday night, following our pool league match.

Our match went quite well--We took 4 out of 5 to secure first place in the division. The four wins over the then-second place team allowed us to give Rob's team a bump up to second place. We have to play a wildcard round two weeks from now, and then figure in the session finals.

The movie was pretty good. I'm not sure about some of the plot changes, but since I don't recall the book itself well enough to delineate the exact differences, I'm going to wait to say anything else, other than to reiterate: Not enough Ents.

The birthday celebration was quite enjoyable. I ended up in quite a stupor towards the end of the night, demanding my cake and trying desperately to find a fork and knife with which to eat it.

I honestly can't say enough about how much I appreciate the gift, too. [livejournal.com profile] tiiguy suggested to [livejournal.com profile] batnandu that they get a signed copy of the recently out-of-print Super/System, by Doyle Brunson a two-time (maybe more?) winner of the World Series of Poker. It's what just about everyone in the professional poker world would refer to as the "Poker Bible."

And now I have one.

The work week is winding down, too. Unfortunately, the project that I'm currently working requires me to constantly reload a WindowsCE device with old versions of our software product, and upgrade. These upgrades take about 15 minutes each time to reinitialize the entire system, and then I have to check if the changes that I made worked or not.

So now you know where I found the time to learn how to juggle.

Ugh. The unit I was working with basically just choked out, and because, I suspect, of the continual re-loads will now require flashing the harddrive and a total rebuild from the ground up.

Luckily I have a spare...

Sigh.
thepeopleseason: (pool)
You know, if you're logged in, Livejournal should put a link on your own page to the frickin' update page. I've got too many windows open with this journal stuff. And why is there a lone purple asterisk just above the time and date fields of this form?

So tonight, at 12:01 AM, we'll be watching The Two Towers. I generally try to go into movies with low expectations, so in general, I'm not disappointed with movies. Sometimes this doesn't work at all, like when I stood up at the end of Cool World and screamed, "I paid six dollars for THAT?!?!?.

But with this movie, however, I can't help but be excited. Fellowship was just so well done. It helps that I agree with the minor (and some major) changes that Jackson made to the plot and characters.

Tonight's also the last night of the session for APA Eight-ball. We're currently in First place amongst the ten teams of the division, and we're hoping to clinch that against the second place team tonight. We didn't do too well last week, but here's hoping we're going to be ok.

If anyone's interested, I got a Borders coupon for 10% off your total purchase between 12-16 and 12-24. I need to buy some stuff for the gang, but I did get something rather amusing for Mr. Holley. Heh.

Of course, shopping for my mother and father is going to be much harder.
thepeopleseason: (aphex)
Oh, for those of you still wondering about the answers to the video game captures...

Here are the answers )
thepeopleseason: (party)
Ok, here's pretty much the definition of frustration:

Yesterday was Katie Earle's birthday, and we took her out for a night of fun. Nandu and I started out playing chess up at DuPree's. At some point, I went downstairs to Apres Diem to get some dessert, and The Devil was there. We made some small talk, blah blah blah. Who really cares what we talked about? Will the subject or any of the given details make her want to crawl into bed with me any time soon? No. So let's just move on...

I went back up to DuPree's and hung about until it was time to go to the Cheetah. If you want to see something amusing, try going to a strip club with 30+ lesbians, and watch some of the dancer's reactions. Dave was standing by one when the whole bevy came in, and one dancer exclaimed, "OH. MY. GOD!" There were a few standouts, and Earnie was generous enough to buy a dance from one of them for me, as well as a shooter (according to Earnie, the shooter girl, Onyx--right, like that's her real name--can deep throat a Voss bottle; I shudder).

But as fun as strip clubs are, when you're condemned to go home alone, they're ultimately extremely frustrating.

Afterwards, at the behest of Keely, we headed over to My Sister's Room. Which was interesting to say the least. Of course, Jeech, Earnie and I basically hung out in a group by ourselves, lesbian-watching. There was quite a wide menagerie of lesbians there last night, and it was funny watching the different types making their way about the crowd. There was one girl dressed in all black, and a red necktie, who was quite fetching, but both Earnie and I were a bit uncomfortable watching her for fear of some random right-hook coming and belting us out of nowhere.

Again, however, despite the anthropological (and the leering) interest, being a guy and going to a lesbian bar is just an exercise in frustration.

And then I went home to shower and sleep. Alone. See?

Frustration.


On another note, on Friday night, I hit Apres Diem to get some tea to go. As I was walking up the stairs, I stumbled and spilled hot scalding water on my left hand. Jules was kind enough to give me a cold towel to wrap around my hand. When Patty saw it, she asked me what had happened. I explained everything, and she followed up with, "Oh, that sucks. Could you move your hand around the table and wipe it down?"

Imagine the fun of trying to play Spades while your hand is covered with a cold, damp, icy towel.

Oh well. I might be going to see Die Another Day, but I've got way too much television to watch at home...
thepeopleseason: (party)
So tonight's the big Bones night.

Close to about a year ago, Jeech and I competed against Patty and [livejournal.com profile] batnandu in a Spades game to 10,000 points. The stakes were a dinner at a restaurant of the winner's choice.

The game took about 4-6 months to complete, because Jeech and Nandu got sidetracked into playing Three-Card Dumbass for a few months. When it finally started back up, Patty and Nandu's team skills seemed to have improved. They had always tended to take a lot of sandbags, and bagged over quite frequently. But when we started over, Patty and Nandu seemed to grasp the concept of sloughing off a little better.

So much so, that they defeated us.

It was pretty exciting, actually; the final hand we were near even, both threatening to break the 10,000 mark. I went Nil to put us over by a greater number of points. I knew I couldn't get set. Unfortuantely, we had 7 sandbags, and with Jeech trying to cover me on all counts, I made my low, Jeech made his tricks, we sandbagged over and lost.

Heartbreaking way to lose...

So tonight we're taking Patty and Nandu to Bones for dinner.

The bastards.

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