Aftershocks |12:41 PM|
Something has been bugging me for the last couple of days. While in Phoenix, Vorpal met a woman. They seemed to do really well together, she was cute, and she obviously thought that Vorpal was attractive. They joked, they got along, they spent several days and nights together. It seemed a good start to a relathionship, (They'd met through this site, but that was the first time they had seen each other).
Maybe it's improbable. He's in Austin, she lives in LA. But c'mon, there's always a chance.
Vorpal kept saying that he lives in "the real world". While I admit there is a hell of a risk of him getting more invested in this woman, what the hell else is he going to do with his time? Taking risks keeps life interesting.
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Thursday, March 13, 2003
Speaking of grandiose... |1:53 PM|
I'm going to try to get to E3 again this year. Last year kind of fizzeled, and no one I knew was going. Drag. [Correction, Sinclair was going, along with an old co-worker of mine. But it doesn't matter, at the time work had a special "Cecil is not allowed to go to E3" rule. ]
This time, I'm going to make it work. All I have to do is convince my boss first. Luckily, he occasionally reads this blog. Hiya Vid!
Step one involves finally registering and starting that game review site Vid, Az, and I have been kicking around since the dawn of time. The folks I know in AZ say they can throw some articles together to give this skeleton some meat, then I submit the paper work with a big check to the E3 people and voila, instant access.
It's a bit more complicated than that, but once again, I'm going for tolerances, not precision.
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Gargantuan, Grandiose, Meglomaniacal |12:15 PM|
My folks think I might be manic-depressive or some other convenient term for my personality. Since a large portion of my family is under the influence of one chemical or another (Be they legal or not) I have to be a bit slow to act on their advice. Advice, that is, about seeking treatment. But I'm already off track. I wanted to write down an idea I had while on the road.
While driving through New Mexico and Arizona, I was struck by how many enormous plots of land are available. The previous trip out, I had decided that at some point in the future I would build an enormous, scrap metal, windmill powered sculpture. At this point, I really should get my mechanical flowerpot up and running first.
Shoot, I keep getting off track. The only real limiting factor on how big you can construct a blimp is the size of the hanger in which you build and maintain it. If you had 2,000 acres of cheap land, you could build some pretty massive blimps.
Blimp Shipping. Mostly automated, but not unmanned. Unmanned aircraft are not allowed over a great deal of US airspace.
I had a couple of ideas that might make it more profitable than other blimp related ideas, like never needing them to land. Why have them land when you can just send up another balloon with a looped cable? The blimp would have a regular notched gear on the underside, and all the motors, cranes and other equipment would be on the ground. (The less equipment on the blimp, the less it weighs, and the less power it would need).
Solar panels on top for additional juice, ethanol based motors, a "pilot" who is there for legal reasons but is nothing more than a blimp sitter.
Of course, I should say that the genesis of this idea was to build enormous airships that would piss people off and lower property values. Like the enormous black sphere that would block the sun and just cackle until shot down by rednecks.
Or the end-of-the-world huge clown shaped blimp that would bounce off mountains and make farting noises loud enough to break windows.
Perhaps my sanity did not survive the trip.
FRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT. HONK HONK.
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A fascinating adventure about urinating. And swearing |11:56 AM|
I'm seeing how long I can go without cursing. And how long I can go without leaving this chair to use the restroom.
Rivetting, I know. A buddy of mine explained to me that he drank so much water because you're 20 times more likely to develop a kidney stone if you don't get your 8 glasses of water a day. I really should research the numbers behind that, but when I first heard this information, it spooked me into drinking a lot more water.
Consequently, I've become a blasted urinating freak. I have to urinate a lot during the day, and so right now it's a battle of wills. I've had 2 liters of water, and now I'm waiting.
This is how Tycho Brahe died. Well, he was having more fun at the time.
Also, I curse too much. I'm doing my best, but I used "Piss" and "Goddamn" in this post already, so it's clearly an uphill battle.
Current planned replacements:
Egad
Zounds
Curses
Blast
They don't have the same impact. Maybe I should finally install the guestbook for the purpose of suggestions.
It's a highly interesting article, and my only real comment on it at this point is "they can have my face".
It's just meat. It's all just meat. I know I've said this before, but if I happen to become a vegtable, chop me open, spread me to the four winds. Send my limbs to every corner of the earth, send my organs to anyone who wants them. If they can do faces now, (or will) by all means, peal that off like silly putty from old newsprint and give it away with my blessing. If there's anything left to cremate it'd best be small enough to fit into a legal-sized envelope.
Alright, I'll settle for a manila document folder. But it better be bendable.
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I promised that I'd put this picture up for Portal.
Back to work
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Tuesday, March 11, 2003
Return postage paid |2:58 PM|
I survived.
I am back from the land of the glowing scorpion, from the dust devil'd plains. I met an incredibly cool group of folks, who I fully intend to see again.
The first leg out there, a full 15 hours on the main roads, 18 total hours in the car, was suprisingly survivable. I reached my intial destination, only to be redirected. It seems that my first stop on the trip was no longer a friendly place, and I was forced into a very protracted debate with the highways in Phoenix. Damn place is laid out like an elephant's intestines.
Phoenix obviously did not take the Texas view on mountains or hills. Where Phoenix built around hills and other land features, Texas blew them up. High explosives carved great chunks out of the hill country where I live, but Phoenix seemed to give a damn about its giant ground rocks.
Weirdos.
I'm putting together a gallery of images that would make sense to a non total goddamn dork. I'll post them, but I'm at work at the moment.