Succesful Geo-caching. |4:11 PM|
Videodrome, PortalStar and I went Geocaching yesterday. Damn, what a great hobby, dorky and outdoorsy at the same time. We hunted down a fake bird, and climbed a mininature mountain. We traded trinkets for baubles, and ran into a fellow geocacher. Despite my yells to Videodrome of "Kill him...KIIIILLLL HIM!" There was no bloodshed. Well, besides the insect bites.
Vid has a couple images he's archiving, I'll post some links when he's got them uploaded.
Nurses are terrifying |4:43 PM|
I just got a call from a nurse, and she was having issues with a printer. If you disrupt a nurse's standard procedures she goes into what can only be called a "Tizzy". She starts coo-ing and stumbling around.
A butchered quote from "The Awakening"
"It was easy to know them, fluttering about with extended, protecting wings when any harm, real or imaginary, threatened their easy to understand world"
What's worse is more than one nurse, they get a group-mind effect, and they're even more idiotic. It's like a super power. During any problem, they simper and blurt out any thought that passes through their head. They had me on speaker phone, and so I hear
To the room at large:
Nurse1: "He wants us to switch the toner!"
Nurse2: "Toner? Uh.. Uh...I don't think we have one"
Nurse1: "Look! Look around here. Uh...oh..."
Nurse2: "Oh, I think I found one!"
Nurse1: "Oh!"
Nurse2: "Yes, here, under the desk!"
Nurse1: "Oh, is that a toner? I think it's an old toner!"
(At this point I imagined them both grabbing at the cartridge, and fumbling it around in each other's hands, like a religous artifact that they don't quite understand. Between both of them, they had the total deductive power of a payphone.)
To me, on the phone:
Nurse1: "It says R-I-C-H-O is that a toner?"
I couldn't fault them for not knowing what toner we used, but it was the terrible bumbling and clucking noises they were making as they desperately tried to find toner. God help anyone who gets sick in that building with something that isn't just a cut. If someone got the flu, they'd probably be given tetnus shots, and bandaged to near suffocation.
Geocaching is the new littering/Homepage |10:32 AM|
I was reading a troll's thread on SA and at some point he said "I'm going Geocaching." I said out loud "What the hell is geocaching?" and the person behind me (kitten, from the AZ trip), said "It's a hobby". Geocaching Faq
I took a look at the website and exclaimed "This is the coolest fucking thing ever". Alright, maybe I cursed a bit more. I showed it to Videodrome and he shared my "This is fucking awesome".
He has now already purchased a GPS unit and has run out on a couple. Thread on TPL forums
Vid managed to walk to directly into a thorn bush while staring at the GPS display. I wonder how many Geocachers have met an unfortunate end at the bottom of a cliff?
"You are 10 meters from target." "You are 5 meters from target." "You are 2 meters from target." "Cool, I'm almost the..AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" *THUD*
Weird wheelchair chase |9:37 AM|
Have you ever meant to just nap for a brief period, next to your loved one, but ended up sleeping for hours longer? I wish there was a hard number to express the level of comfort experienced when you tangle your limbs up with someone, and just drift off into sleep. I accidently spent the night with Portal 2 nights ago. I had stopped by to be there "briefly" but ended up falling asleep. No nightmares, no sleepwalking, just pure, blissful slumber. She woke me up at 6am, and I got to work early.
Hot damn.
Last night's rest wasn't as pleasant. The sleep deficit I had built up over a couple of days caught up with me, and I crashed out on my couch. I dreamt of an old, crotchety man to whom I was being as polite as possible. I kept trying to help him in various ways, and he just kept getting angrier. Finally I was fed up with him, and said "Fine, you do what you want, I'm leaving" and turned to leave. He flipped out, and started to chase me, though he was now in a wheelchair. I escaped using a flight of stairs (Which struck me as kind of asshole-ish, but the guy was going to pull me apart).
I had a good, relaxing time. I spent a great deal of time in the pool, and eating. My back is red, and itching, from the massive sunburn. With any luck what's left of my skin will tan, so I won't look quite as pale as I usually do.
Saw a couple movies, enjoyed a 4th of July barbeque, spent time shooting the shit with good people, it was a busy trip.
Most of the really amusing stuff is portrayed in the pictures. You don't bother taking a picture when you're relaxing and contemplating existence. When I go to Arizona, I can get far enough away from my normal life to gain insight. It's much easier to make logical and rational decisions when you aren't as intimately connected to a situation, or person. In order to escape yourself, you need to escape all the normal parts of your life. Very little drama erupted during my time. I did my best not to polarize the social groups, but it's clear that it was occurring without my help.
I did start to miss Portalstar quite a bit, so I was glad to get back into town. Once home, I began missing the friends I had visited. I found myself looking for them while walking around my own home, until I caught and chided myself. Seeking behaviour comes naturally to me, and I have to supress it.
I'm feeling more of my sense of humor returning, and I'm making other folks laugh again. I don't think I did anything particularly boneheaded while I was in Arizona, but I'm sure I'll hear about it if I did.
The following is an outline to help me jog my own memories.
AZ trip: Wedensday was arrival. Chris's strange project. Thursday was T3 Friday was big BBQ Saturday was Charlie's Angels 2 Sunday was the mall and game works Monday I departed